But the next second, as the true energy within Xiao Yuanshan's body surged and condensed wildly, Xiao Yuanshan's suspended feet rapidly fell.

"Bang!"

After the Xuan-generation disciple's brain was crushed, Xiao Yuanshan silently raised his hand and used his true energy to pull two other Xuan-generation disciples into his grasp. With his arm muscles tensed, he grabbed the two monks and slammed their heads together.

Blood splattered everywhere, some of it even splashing onto Xiao Yuanshan's face.

Despite his blood-stained face, Xiao Yuanshan's expression now seemed somewhat crazed.

"court death!"

Seeing this, Xuande Monk's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

At this moment, although Monk Xuande wanted to rush towards Xiao Yuanshan and kill him right now, Si Hanfei in front of him was sticking to him like a leech.

Dark clouds hung heavy, and as the battle between the monks from the Northern Shaolin Temple raged on, melodious bell tolls occasionally echoed through the air as their true energy circulated.

Coupled with the sandalwood fragrance wafting from the ancient temple in the distance, this Buddhist back mountain should have been filled with a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

But then, screams echoed one after another.

This caused the Buddhist atmosphere to disappear, and instead gave it a cold and eerie feel.

Faced with this situation, the sweeping monk, who was fighting alongside Meng Chixing, also looked extremely solemn.

His gaze swept over the Shaolin monks in the distance who were locked in a stalemate with Pang Ban and the others, and then glanced at Xiao Yuanshan, who was still slowly harming the Shaolin disciples.

As his thoughts raced, the sweeping monk suddenly glanced at Chu Qinghe and the others in the distance.

After a moment's hesitation, the sweeping monk gathered his energy in his dantian, let out a low shout, and then retreated while fighting.

Meng Chixing pressed on relentlessly, giving the Sweeper Monk no opening whatsoever.

However, taking in the changes in the fighting positions between the Sweeper Monk and Meng Chixing, and seeing that the two of them were actually actively pulling the battlefield towards his side, Chu Qinghe raised an eyebrow. He knew perfectly well what the Sweeper Monk was planning.

Then, Chu Qinghe gently shook his head.

"It's a bit unethical to try and shift the blame eastward!"

Almost as soon as Chu Qinghe realized the Sweeper Monk's purpose, the powerful shockwave and force between the Sweeper Monk and Meng Chixing caused them to involuntarily retreat.

But just as he shifted his body backward, the sweeping monk did not dissipate the energy from their previous exchange, forcibly enduring the energy raging within his body.

A flush rose to her face, and as she fell, she turned and rushed towards Chu Qinghe.

Seeing the Sweeping Monk's actions, Meng Chixing narrowed his eyes, took a step down, and after his right foot had sank three inches into the ground, he used the force to suddenly leap up and become a shooting star in pursuit of the Sweeping Monk.

However, Meng Chixing had to go through the extra step of dissipating the residual energy from their previous exchange, so even if he reacted immediately and tried his best to chase after him, he couldn't catch up with the Sweeper Monk right away.

Seeing the sweeping monk rushing towards Chu Qinghe and the others, Meng Chixing's face couldn't help but show a hint of solemnity.

Clearly, Meng Chixing was also aware of the Sweeper Monk's plan at this moment.

On Chu Qinghe's side, seeing the two people rushing towards him at high speed, Shui Mu Yin Ji clearly sensed something was wrong. Her true energy instantly flowed from her upper, middle, and lower dantian, gathering momentum for an attack.

"I'll do it!" However, before Jellyfish Yin Ji could make any further moves, Chu Qinghe's lazy and somewhat helpless voice suddenly entered Jellyfish Yin Ji's ears.

As Chu Qinghe's internal energy circulated, a terrifying aura instantly erupted from his body.

At the same time, Chu Qinghe's true energy condensed within his body like a shooting star.

In an instant, streams of special energy rapidly circulated from Chu Qinghe as the center.

At the same time, a large amount of the power of heaven and earth rapidly surged from the surrounding area and flowed into Chu Qinghe's body.

If the power of heaven and earth that Meng Chixing and the Sweeper Monk gathered each time needed to be measured in "strands"...

Therefore, the power of heaven and earth gathered by Chu Qinghe's true qi circulation can be measured in "shares".

Moreover, under the convergence of the power of heaven and earth, the speed of both the Sweeper Monk and Meng Chixing froze for a moment before suddenly slowing down.

To their astonishment, the power of heaven and earth that had been gathered around them suddenly rushed toward Chu Qinghe as if recognizing him as its master.

In fact, apart from Chu Qinghe, the two of them could not sense any additional power of heaven and earth.

"How is that possible?"

Upon witnessing this scene, both of them stared at Chu Qinghe in horror, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

For people of Meng Chixing's and the Sweeper Monk's level of cultivation, their understanding of the power of heaven and earth is far beyond what ordinary martial artists can match.

Therefore, based on their knowledge, both of them were equally clear that when a martial artist enters the Celestial Realm and transforms their true qi into essence, although they can mobilize the power of heaven and earth with their true qi, they do not actually control the power of heaven and earth.

For martial artists at the Celestial Realm, the most they can do is temporarily borrow the power of heaven and earth to create a weapon.

Once used up, this power of heaven and earth will still disperse and float between heaven and earth, waiting for the next person to use it.