It was the energy of the apocalypse that the monk had condensed after almost 4,000 reincarnations.
During every apocalypse, the monk had the habit of absorbing the energy of the apocalypse with the ring scar and storing it.
All the energy would reside in the top of the monk's skull as a backup energy source for emergencies.
For example, when the monk traveled the universe, the apocalypse could supply him with a huge amount of spiritual energy in case he ran out of spiritual energy.
For example, when the monk wanted to eat hotpot, he would set up a pot above his head, put some vegetables in it, and heat it with the spiritual energy brought by the apocalypse.
Another example was the monk's Light Consecration Technique. The consecration technique consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but it was much more convenient with the energy of the apocalypse.
The energy of the apocalypse that was stored could also be used as a weapon!
As long as it was combined with the iron in his body, the monk could quickly condense a missile coat that contained the energy of the apocalypse and launch it from his ring scar!
"What a lunatic! He's actually storing the apocalypse in his skull! "Peng Xiren did not expect the monk to have such a trick at all.
The energy of the apocalypse was too violent!
Was it something that could be stored in one's head? If it was not careful, one's head might explode!
It could only be said that the monk was indeed an iron-headed man!
Such an action was no different from installing a nuclear power plant in one's head, which was in a state of high risk of leakage at any time. And now, the monk had created a lot of weapons with the 'mobile nuclear power plant' in his head.
What a joke!
That was not the way of cultivation at all!
Peng Xiren's expression was grave. The missiles that were launched seemed small, but they were extremely destructive! More importantly, there were too many of them!
It was no different from the scene of tens of thousands of godly punishments descending on the world!
Staring at the countless missiles, Peng Xiren immediately moved away to avoid them. However, the missiles had a tracking function and could completely ignore the obstacles in front of them!
The aura of the apocalypse emitted from the warheads formed an energy coat that protected the warheads during the shuttle, which could ignore all the small meteorites in front of them.
"I have to block them with something bigger …"
Peng Xiren condensed the strength of his fist and punched through a small planet in front of him. He repaired the damaged planet with the power of stars the moment he passed it.
His movement was so fast that some of the missiles that were tracking him crashed into it.
Then, the planet would be blown to smithereens.
Boom!
The planet exploded. Accompanied by the shrill screams of the planet's spirit, flames and high temperatures erupted into the sky!
At that moment, Peng Xiren looked behind him and saw that a large number of guided missiles had rushed out of the explosion zone.
Damn it …
Peng Xiren did not expect this guided missile to be so powerful.
He used this method to try to exhaust the missiles, but found that in reality, it did not consume much at all.
The guided missiles of the apocalypse were too powerful. Only one or two of the missiles at the front would be able to blow up a planet, and the large group of missiles behind them would still be able to pass through safely without any damage.
"There's no other way, monk. You forced me to do this." Peng Xiren realized that at this moment, if he didn't come up with some tricks, he would probably be at a disadvantage in this battle.
Peng Xiren hadn't wanted to use his next killer move, which he had planned to use against Wang Ling.
He might even be able to kill that young man with a single punch!
But now, Peng Xiren felt that he had no choice but to act.
These tens of thousands of guided missiles were indeed hard to deal with.
But the Monk had accumulated these guided missiles over a long period of time, and they weren't endless. Peng Xiren could only dodge them as he gathered the power of the stars around him.
He was like a moving black hole that sucked in all the starlight nearby and condensed it into his body.
The Monk saw that the star dragon mark on Peng Xiren's body was glowing.
At that moment, the Monk's lips curled up coldly.
Because he had already achieved his goal.
The Monk hadn't used the guided missiles to kill Peng Xiren in the first place.
This man's methods were superb, and he definitely had a way to deal with guided missiles of this level.
So from the beginning, the Monk's goal had been to force out more of Peng Xiren's "unique skills."
He knew that Wang Ling was definitely watching the battle at that very moment.
In this duel between the Monk and Peng Xiren, winning or losing wasn't the key; the key was for Wang Ling on the other side to better understand Peng Xiren.
After firing around one hundred and sixty thousand guided missiles, the Monk's inventory was almost empty. The blue fire on the scar on the top of his head disappeared, and steam billowed out.
Peng Xiren knew that his chance had come. "Monk! Your turn is over, it's my turn! "
The Monk raised his eyebrows.
He himself hadn't expected that his battle with Peng Xiren would actually be a turn-based game.
But what kind of skill on earth would the other party use?
The Monk was also very curious.
At that moment, the Monk raised his smoking head and looked in front of him.
He saw Peng Xiren suddenly stop somewhere in the depths of the Milky Way.
Starlight burst out of his body and gave off a terrifying light! All the starlight he had absorbed while dodging earlier burst out at that moment, like a small sun!
In just a split second, it was as if time in front of him had stopped. The burst of starlight actually distorted space and time, causing the flow of time in the surroundings to drop and slowing down the heavenly tribulation guided missiles that were charging forward at top speed.
At that moment, it was as if the entire universe had been imprisoned, and only Peng Xiren's destructive starlight was dazzling and dazzling.
This divine ability was so astonishing that even the Monk was astonished for a moment.
A few seconds felt like an eternity …
Then!
From a distance, Peng Xiren threw a punch in the Monk's direction. "Milky Way Fist!"
Rumble! At that moment, all the starlight in Peng Xiren's body burst out, and a Star Dragon the size of a trillion trillion charged at the Monk as if it could directly reach the ends of the universe!
This was a terrifying punch formed from the power of countless stars!
"Howl!"
As the Star Dragon closed in on the Monk at the speed of light, it split into thousands and tens of thousands of dragons, and the sound shook the entire universe!
The Milky Way outside the Milky Way was no longer calm. The enormous beam of energy produced by the Milky Way Fist smashed everything in its path to smithereens!
"Monk, this is the last blow!" Peng Xiren looked at his masterpiece, full of confidence.
It went without saying that his Milky Way Fist was immensely powerful; if he charged it longer, it would be even more powerful.
This punch might not be able to kill the Monk, but Peng Xiren didn't think it would be a problem at all for it to seriously injure him.
Just as the Milky Way Fist was about to reach the Monk …
At that moment, a figure appeared in front of the Monk.
"Welcome, Immortal King!"
The Monk closed his eyes and smiled.
He stared at the incomparably dazzling Star Dragon that was the manifestation of the Milky Way Fist in front of him, and blew gently.
Whoosh! There was a bang.
The vast expanse of starlight in front of him instantly vanished like a candle flame.
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