Innate Enlightenment Holy Body: I ​​Create an Invincible Method in All Worlds

Black Wind Village.

"Village leader, village leader, it's bad. A monk, holding a stone, is killing us all the way. All the brothers are dead!"

A fierce bandit rushed into the village and shouted loudly.

"Why are you panicking? Tell him to come in and die!"

The meeting hall of the village was magnificent. On the main seat, a one-eyed man spoke in a cold tone.

He was the village leader of Black Wind Village, the Black Wind King, a strong man in the Sutra Refining Realm.

He had no rivals within a hundred miles.

Even the monks of Dalin Temple did not dare to compete with him.

Boom——

The door was violently blown open.

The young monk entered with his hands behind his back, his face calm.

The senior officials in the whole room were stunned. This man was so young.

"Is it him?"

The Black Wind King pointed at Ye Qiu and couldn't help laughing.

Ye Qiu was gentle and had a childish face. He looked like an adult.

Isn't this courting death?

The bandit nodded frantically, his eyes filled with fear.

"Hahahaha——"

King Black Wind laughed wildly: "A young boy who is still wet behind the ears, is this all?"

Ye Qiu was too lazy to talk nonsense: "King Black Wind, eighteen years ago you destroyed my Chenjiabao, today, I will take your life!"

King Black Wind paused, looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief: "Are you the baby back then?"

"Not bad!"

"Haha, interesting, I thought you were washed away by the river and fed to the fish!"

"Well, since you are here, then go with your mother, a family, of course, must be neat and tidy!"

"Come on, chop off his limbs and make him into a human pig, I will take him on a tour, let the world see my Black Wind King's methods!"

"Yes!"

Swish swish swish——

Several bandits in the village slashed at Ye Qiu with long knives.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--

Ye Qiu stamped his feet, and more than a dozen stones flew up. He pushed with one hand and flew towards the bandits.

In a flash, all the bandits rushing towards Ye Qiu were blown into a bloody mist.

Black Wind King was startled and blurted out: "Refining Sutra Realm, how is it possible!"

The next moment.

Ye Qiu came in front of him and grabbed Black Wind King's neck.

"Mother, you protected me well back then. Today, I will kill the enemy with my own hands to avenge you and the 120 people in Chenjiabao!"

Crack!

With a slight twist, Black Wind King's neck was broken.

Then Ye Qiu went on a killing spree and did not let any bandit in Black Wind Village go.

These bandits took advantage of the fact that the Daqian Dynasty was unable to resist the evil tribe in the northern border and was unable to suppress the bandits. They were like a cancer in the rear, running rampant, killing and setting fires, and they simply deserved to die.

There is a wrathful Vajra in Buddhism. Today, Ye Qiu is fulfilling the duty of the wrathful Vajra and saving the evil spirits in the world.

Since then.

The story of a monk who walked out of Dalin Temple and suppressed bandits alone has spread.

Ye Qiu did not hide his tracks.

Now he has reached the end of his predecessors in the Sutra Refining Realm.

Not only that.

All the details of the meridians in his body are connected and transformed into visions.

Even if he does not communicate with the heaven and earth and invite the gods into his body, he is not afraid of facing the real strong men in the God Inviting Realm.

His meridian vision unfolds.

A big Buddha has been outlined in the world inside his body.

However, this big Buddha does not have the Buddha nature and the momentum of an enlightened person.

In other words, it has no divinity.

It only has its shape.

It is not a real god or Buddha.

Ye Qiu is not discouraged. He has seen hope. He only needs to keep moving forward to reach the end of this world.

He knew that if he wanted to reach the end of the Tao, he had to walk through the scenery along the way and experience all the martial arts in this world.

Just like the last world, he needed to set off again.

He needed to walk in the human world, visit major sects and families, and perfect his Tao.

Ye Qiu put pressure on himself to perfect his Tao before the age of thirty.

In this world, one year is equivalent to three minutes in the Federation world, and the time flow is three times slower than that in the last low-level martial arts world.

Thirty years in the Federation plane takes ninety minutes.

One and a half hours, quite long.

The longer the time, the greater the risk of uncertainty.

After all, his physical body is in the basement of the Federation world.

If the physical body is destroyed, he may not be able to go back.

That would not end well.

…

Wanjian Villa is the top sword sect of the Daqian Dynasty.

Today.

A young man appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Who are you?"

The swordsman guarding the mountain asked.

"I am Xuanzang, from Dalin Temple, and I want to see the sword tomb."

"You bald donkey from Dalin Temple, how dare you!"

"You bald donkey, you want to enter my sword tomb, you are overestimating yourself!"

"Look at the sword!"

The swordsman was furious.

Swish——

A sword attacked Ye Qiu.

The sword tomb of Wanjian Villa was the place where the sword god of the wind practiced martial arts eight hundred years ago.

It is the most mysterious andA solemn holy place.

Every year, the disciples of Wanjian Villa need to bathe, burn incense, bow three times and kowtow nine times, and hold a grand ceremony of entering the tomb before they can enter with a pious heart.

At this time, an outsider came casually and said that he wanted to enter the sword tomb. This is a blasphemy to the sword tomb, a blasphemy to the wind sword god, and a blasphemy to Wanjian Villa.

The swordsman's sword is a killing move, and he wants to kill Ye Qiu in one sword.

Ye Qiu shook his head and kept saying bald donkey, which was too much.

With a flick of his finger, the swordsman flew backwards, spitting blood and fell to the ground.

If Ye Qiu hadn't held back, this person would have been dead.

Ye Qiu passed by him.

He was surprised and said, "I didn't expect that the strong man in the Sutra Refining Realm of Wanjian Villa was so vulnerable."

The swordsman was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and said angrily, "I am the Night Owl Priest, one of the ten great priests of Wanjian Villa. You hurt me..."

Before he finished speaking.

Ye Qiu said, "I am Xuanzang~Xuanzang~

I want to enter your sword tomb to see~see~

I hope your sect will help~help~help~help~"

Golden sound waves burst out from Ye Qiu's mouth.

Like waves, it surged towards Wanjian Villa, and the echoes echoed in the valley, stirring people's hearts.

And just now.

Wanjian Villa Sword Tomb.

The current owner of the villa walked out of the sword tomb, exuding divinity.

Several worshippers looked at each other in admiration, knelt down and shouted:

"Congratulations to the owner of the manor for entering the realm of summoning gods. I wish the owner of the manor will be possessed by the sword god, unify the martial arts world, and create a martial arts legend~!"

The owner of the manor was full of confidence, but he said modestly: "I have not yet fully entered the realm of summoning gods, but only half a step to summon gods. First, I need to have a divine tank body and adapt to the divine power before I can summon the sword god to my body and truly enter the realm of summoning gods!"

A worshipper flattered: "Owner, you are already in the realm of summoning gods. It is only a matter of time to invite the sword god to enter your body. By then, you will become a martial arts legend. That evil god of the north will be killed in one sword!"

The owner of the manor laughed loudly.

However, the next moment.

Sound waves came one after another.

The terrifying fluctuations instantly made everyone's blood surge, and their hearts and minds were shocked.

Puff puff puff——

Outside the sword tomb.

The worshippers spurted blood from their mouths and noses, fell to the ground, and looked terrified.

The current owner of the manor, Wan Jianyi, foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and twitched, almost insane.

Ye Qiu's sound wave power contained a powerful mental attack. The stronger the person, the greater the damage.

If he had not intended to kill, these people would have been killed by him.

"Quick, quick, go and invite the immortal to the manor, go!"

Not long after.

Wan Jianyi, who had recovered, shouted.

He didn't care about the image of a half-step summoning god.

He was really afraid that if he was a little slow, he would cause dissatisfaction from the powerful man at the foot of the mountain.