Beiyin Great Sage

The majestic mountain gate, which is hundreds of meters wide and dozens of feet high, lies in a square the size of a football field. The wide stone steps can accommodate horse-drawn carriages running parallel to each other.

Look up.

There are clouds and mist above, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

This is Qianfo Mountain!

Stepping into the mountain gate is like entering another world, with Buddhist chants echoing in your ears all the time, but it doesn't make you feel calm.

If you listen to it for a long time, it will make people upset and crazy.

In Zhou Jia's perception, there were waves of powerful aura, densely covering the entire mountain peak.

These smells may not be as good as the 'monster' under the Pooley Building, but the quantity is extremely terrifying and makes one's scalp numb.

Especially those breaths at the top of the mountain were so dense that even Zhou Jia felt short of breath.

"call……"

Taking a long breath, he waved his arm lightly and threw a dozen fruits in front of everyone:

"have eaten!"

"Uncle Zhou." Upon seeing this, Liang Xingzhi looked shocked, and then looked at Chang Wuming angrily, with obvious dissatisfaction on his face:

“You’re surnamed Chang, you’re lucky!”

As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward to pick up a piece of fruit and put it into his mouth.

Others didn't know what the fruit in front of them represented, but they could tell from Liang Xingzhi's attitude that it was definitely a good thing.

Now they came forward one by one, each selected one and swallowed it.

Daoguo!

Thunder Palm Great Perfection!

Nine levels of climbing to the Great Consummation!

The Five Elements Sword is perfect!

The Thirteen Deadly Swords are perfect!

…

As the fruit enters the stomach, the coolness rises, and the inheritance of exquisite martial arts appears in the mind in an instant, and the mystery of it is fully understood.

He had never practiced any martial arts before, but in this short period of time, he had a profound martial arts foundation.

It is comparable to other people's ten years of hard work.

even……

The foundation is deeper!

"this……"

"What's this?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and they could see the shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes, and even the fear of Qianfo Mountain was forgotten.

Only Chang Wuming, whether it was an accident or someone else's intention, the fruit left to him was something like a durian.

The fruit was the size of a human head and was covered in spikes, making it difficult for him to eat.

Now I see other people showing ecstasy on their faces, looking at the things in their hands with dull expressions, not knowing whether to bite or not to bite.

"Daoguo." Zhou Jia waved his hand again, and weapons appeared on the field:

"One man, one sword, choose the weapon that suits you."

Before everyone in the field could wake up from the shock of Dao Guo, they were attracted by the sharp and cold weapons in front of them.

Black Iron Mysterious Soldier!

The weapons that can be collected and preserved by Zhou Jia are not ordinary.

Along the way, he had many black iron weapons in his hands. Now that he took them out, everyone present was stunned.

Breathing couldn't help but stagnate.

Even Liang Xingzhi had a dull look on his face and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

Uncle Zhou is really a saint with many treasures!

"Whatever!"

On the other side, Chang Wuming finally made up his mind, opened his mouth wide, and bit hard at the spike-covered 'durian' in his hand.

He is already at the tenth level, his body is strong, and even his soft tongue has become extremely tough.

Although it was painful to eat, it could be crushed and swallowed alive. Soon, the mouth was filled with blood and the durian was swallowed whole.

Purple Thunder Sword Technique!

"boom!"

A sword intent shot out from the sky, and wisps of thunder surrounded the body. Chang Wuming's eyes gathered like lightning, and he beckoned for a long sword.

The sword intent was activated, and several people within a few feet retreated.

At this time, everyone present has understood martial arts, and it can be seen at a glance that in this situation, it is obvious that they have learned an extremely good martial skill.

"damn thing!"

Liang Xingzhi was angry and anxious, his eyes were blurry and unwilling:

"Shit luck!"

"ha……"

Chang Wuming raised his eyebrows with a provocative look on his face:

"You have to endure hardships to become a great person. You choose the food first. I would also like to thank you for leaving a good thing for me."

"you……"

"enough!"

Zhou Jia's voice deepened and he glanced at the two of them coldly:

"After rescuing people, hurry down the mountain, don't linger, and then..."

"Try to survive!"

Saying that, he stepped upwards.

He took several feet in one step, seemingly slowly, but as if he was shrinking from the ground. He passed the broad mountain gate and entered the stone steps in just a few steps.

He has done what he can, and the outcome can only be up to them.

"Rumble..."

Just as he stepped onto a few stone steps, there was a sudden tremor from the left and right sides, and the two originally dead breaths suddenly regained amazing vitality.

The ground shook.

Two arhats, one short and fat, one tall and thin, walked over.

The Arhat was about eight meters tall, with bare feet on the ground and a golden body. He was reciting unknown Buddhist verses and threw himself at Zhou Jia with a strange smile on his face.

Fat and thin Arhat!

"Uncle Zhou, be careful!"

Someone yelled from behind.

The horror of Qianfo Mountain has become deeply rooted in people's hearts in these few months.

Not to mention the aboriginal survivors of Jicheng, even those high-ranking outsiders have a deep taboo against this place.

The strong black iron men are just food from the mouths of these terrifying arhats!

Although he knew that Zhou Jia was very powerful, facing such a golden Arhat, he couldn't control his worries and still blurted out.

The thin arhat was taller and faster. He rushed to Zhou Jia first, made a fist with one hand and chanted the Buddha's name, and knocked him down on his head.

"call……"

It was as if a huge force was coming, the roaring wind blew his hair, cracked the ground, and the huge fist almost completely enveloped Zhou Jia.

The size of more than eight meters is even more astonishing.

The power of this punch is not much different from that of the masters in the later stages of Black Iron.

but……

"Peng!"

The fist suddenly stagnated.

The thin arhat suddenly stopped chanting the Buddha, with a look of shock on his face. He lowered his head and suddenly threw his body uncontrollably toward the ground in front of him.

Zhou Jia grabbed the opponent's fist with his left hand, pulled it slightly, and punched out with his right hand.

One punch,

Hit the Arhat's head.

"Peng!"

The indestructible body of the Vajra instantly twisted and deformed, half of the huge head broke open, and an unknown golden liquid spewed out.

Zhou Jia's expression remained unchanged, he stepped forward, grabbed the opponent's arm again, and struck hard towards the ground.

"boom!"

The earth trembled.

The golden arm, which was several meters long and as thick as a wooden stake, was torn off by him, and golden blood spurted out from where the shoulder was broken.

The thin arhat's entire body was even more twisted and deformed, and he could only squirm slightly on the ground, making it difficult to get up.

"Uh-huh!"

Figures flashed in the field.

Before the fat arhat came back to his senses, there were multiple figures in front of him.

not good!

Its eyes shrank, and its body retreated sharply. At the same time, it struck out from the left and right with its hands, like two mountains closing together, squeezing the figure in front of it.

Arhat worships Buddha!

"Bang..."

The melodious sound like a bronze bell echoed in the field.

The fat arhat looked up to the sky and roared, his face distorted, and when he looked at his left and right arms, he saw that they had been torn off from his shoulders.

Zhou Jia's eyes were cold, he dropped his arms and punched Fat Arhat's belly like a ten-month pregnancy, pulling out a series of golden bones.

Then he swept with one leg and broke Arhat's legs on the spot.

Arhat, who could kill Kurogane, was as weak as a stuffed animal in front of him and could be easily dismembered.

rear.

Liang Xingzhi had hunted with Zhou Jia several times, and he had the quickest reaction. He ducked in front of the thin arhat and struck the struggling face with his palms.

"Peng!"

"Bang bang!"

Wearing a pair of Xuanbing gloves, his explosive power is comparable to that of black iron.

After repeated bombardments, the Thin Arhat's body stiffened, and the terrifying aura suddenly dissipated, and his body fell limply to the ground.

at the same time.

Liang Xingzhi's face was filled with ecstasy, and he suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and a powerful breath came out from his body.

Black iron!

Chang Wuming's eyes showed surprise, and he rushed to Fat Arhat's side like lightning. The thunder wrapped the blade and slashed towards Arhat's neck.

"puff!"

"Puff!"

The sword slashed wildly, and a golden head the size of a stone mill rolled down from his neck.

"boom!"

Another powerful breath came out.

Black iron!

In just a short moment, two black irons suddenly appeared on the field.

This is because they killed Arhat, and also because the two of them have accumulated enough knowledge and have already reached the tenth level with the help of Mr. Zheng.

This is advancement and smooth sailing.

but.

Undoubtedly, the strength of the group will skyrocket in the future.

"quick!"

Liang Xingzhi glared at Chang Wuming and signaled to the people behind him:

"Follow Uncle Zhou quickly."

The others came back to their senses after hearing the sound, with a mixture of anxiety and surprise on their faces, and hurriedly followed Zhou Jia's path and ran towards the mountain.

Since Liang Xingzhi and Chang Wuming can advance to black iron.

Why couldn't they?

As long as you pick up enough bargains and become a black iron, you are not without the ability to protect yourself in Qianfo Mountain.

After rushing forward for a distance, the group came to a huge square. Zhou Jia was no longer in the square, but there were seriously injured Arhats everywhere.

Arhat:

The monk subordinate to Arhat is more than ten feet tall and covered in red gold.

There are more than a hundred Arhats who have broken arms, broken legs, or twisted bodies. Without exception, they are all severely injured and struggling.

"Venerable Tuojia, the gatekeeper Arhat, drinks tea for half a month and leads a thousand Arhats to live on the Xituo Mud Island..."

Liang Xingzhi glanced at the entire audience and murmured, then his face turned fanatical, and he rushed toward the seriously injured and dying Arhats with his sword in hand.

"kill!"

"Puff!"

The strength of Arhats is far less than that of Arhats. Most of them are in the ninth or tenth grade. However, the number of Arhats cannot be tolerated enough, and many people's cultivation levels have skyrocketed.

The surge in strength also increased everyone's confidence and noticed things they had not noticed before.

"How come there is no trace of Mr. Zheng and the others?"

The strength of Mr. Zheng and others may be far inferior to Zhou Jia, but they are definitely not comparable to the arhats and arhats who have just entered the mountain gate. They should leave traces.

"You're stupid."

Chang Wuming rolled his eyes:

"This is the fastest way up the mountain, but it is also the most dangerous. Mr. Zheng and the others will definitely not choose this way. They will take the trail naturally."

"quick!"

Liang Xingzhi wiped away the golden blood on his face and waved his hand:

"Follow up!"

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Halfway up the mountain.

The square is as big as several football fields, with statues of Arhats standing there, and everlasting lanterns still lit even in the daytime.

One by one, novice novices were busy setting up boilers and fire racks, bringing stacks of firewood, and setting up cooking and roasting arrangements in various places.

Screams and wails came from the square.

More than a thousand Jicheng survivors were driven here. Some were covered in blood, some were leaning on each other, and some were dragging their children with them.

Without exception.

They looked panicked.

"Twelve top Arhats!"

Yin Ji was hiding in the woods, his face pale and his eyes filled with despair:

"There's no way we can save people!"

Thanks to Mr. Zheng's intentional help, he now has a mid-level Black Iron cultivation level, but seeing this scene, he is still desperate.

Mr. Zheng also looked dull.

Although his Qinggong was good, he could only entangle three Arhats at most, so he was already in danger and had no energy left to take care of others.

And here.

More than just the three-headed Arhat?

The lions and deer around Arhat are equally difficult to deal with.

Not to mention Arhats and novices. Although they are not strong, they are numerous, fearless of death, and have strong bodies.

If you don't enter the black iron, or if you don't have the black iron mysterious weapon in your hands, you won't even be able to kill an Arhat!

"Save as many as you can."

Glancing at the audience, the distracting thoughts in Mr. Zheng's eyes gradually disappeared. Decades of experience had already enabled him to be able to survive a mountain collapse without changing color.

There is no more fear of death.

"I'm going to lure away the Arhats over there. You take the opportunity to cause chaos and let others take the opportunity to escape. As much as you can escape."

Mr. Zheng stretched out his hand and said slowly:

"You don't have to work hard, just do your best. You still have a long future. What we have to do is just to prevent ourselves from regretting it in the future."

Yin Ji tilted his head.

He heard an ominous premonition from Mr. Zheng's voice.

"Mr. Zheng..."

"alright!"

Mr. Zheng waved his hand:

"Be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared on the spot.

Thanks to the precious medicine given by Zhou Jia, the old Zheng has made great progress in his cultivation during this period.

It is only one step away from the late stage of Black Iron.

Coupled with the clothes woven from the whole body, Wu Shidao and others can be amazed by his already amazing body skills.

"call……"

Spread your arms like a flying peng spreading its wings.

Mr. Zheng turned into a bird and flew across the sky. His arms trembled slightly and crossed the ground. The heads of several novice monks and Arhats rolled to the ground.

"Amitabha!"

The deafening Buddhist chants rang out, with deep anger in their voices:

"The devil will be punished!"

The Venerable Arhat Luo Chuluo, who was meditating, was the closest and had the sharpest perception. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared angrily, and took a few tens of meters away.

He stretched out his five fingers and grabbed at the elder who was about to escape.

Dragon capturer!

Once it was launched, it turned out to be an extremely exquisite martial skill!

Although he had seen it before, Mr. Zheng was still a little puzzled. How could these dead creatures know martial arts? Is it possible that there was a martial arts inheritance in this world?

His thoughts were turning, but his reaction was not slow.

"Uh-huh!"

His arms trembled lightly, his body spread out like a Tianpeng, and there were many afterimages on the ground several feet away. In an instant, Mr. Zheng attacked eighteen times in a row, hitting the opponent's vital points.

"Peng!"

The body of the meditating Arhat leaned back and fell back again and again.

However, its physical body is powerful, comparable to the late Black Iron warriors. Although Zheng Lao's attack is fierce, the force is far from being able to seriously damage it.

"Amitabha!"

On this side of the carriage, Arhat crossing the river was also walking. He weighed an unknown number of tons, but was as light as a fallen leaf. He pressed the fearless seal with his hand and struck out.

There is also a fierce tiger and a spiritual deer attacking from both sides.

All of a sudden.

Mr. Zheng's situation is precarious.

However, the Arhat in his position was led away, and a gap appeared.

"Do it!"

Yin Ji waved his hand and threw the rockets he brought from the Eagle's Nest, as well as the explosives that could still be used by military districts on Earth, towards Arhats and novices.

"boom!"

"Rumble..."

below.

Zhou Jia knocked a Vajra Warrior to the ground, raised his head when he heard the sound, and struck down with his shield, blasting the warrior's body directly with huge force.

"Uh-huh!"

The figure flashed and rushed halfway up the mountain.

The lightning flashed, and novice monks and arhats had their limbs broken wherever they passed.