Martial Saint!

Time flies.

This day.

In the secret room.

Lu Chenzhou is going through a catastrophe.

The vast spiritual power condensed into a big hand with vicissitudes of life, containing mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and grabbed a ferocious demon with the aura of the peak of the fifth realm.

"Damn it, I, the Blood Barking King, am invincible in this world. Who are you? Your Dharma inheritance does not seem to be the means of this world. Could it be that you are the incarnation of the Sakya ancestor?"

The Blood Barking King looked at the faceless monk.

The monk said nothing and crushed it.

The dawn broke.

Behind him, endless demons lay dead.

"The big demons with names in this world have basically been cleared by me." Lu Chenzhou looked to the east.

Full of sense of achievement.

What is the liver emperor?

The sixth realm spiritual cultivation + "The Great Wilderness Prisoner Curse"

In the low-level world where even the top has not been born, he can be said to be walking sideways, and he also experienced the pleasure of sweeping. However, because his realm is too high, the tribulations of these ordinary demons have little effect on his spiritual improvement.

The experience in the ancient cave made his spiritual cultivation jump several realms. If he did not have a flawless state of mind, it would be difficult for others to subdue these forces.

The consequence is to go astray.

"After several months of tribulations, I have basically subdued the spiritual power obtained from external objects, and I can break through the realm."

His practice of "Tribulations Heart Sutra" is stagnant at the limit of 15 levels. If he wants to break through the realm, if nothing unexpected happens, he should defeat the six-level demon king suppressed in the two holy places.

Sakya Temple on one side.

Divine Weapon Pavilion on the other side.

"It's time for my Ten-mile Slope Sword God to come out of retreat."

Lu Chenzhou's mouth corners raised.

...

Sakya Peak.

The highest peak in the vast sea world.

10,000 meters above sea level.

Sakya Peak is the birthplace of the Heart Sect, the Sakya Monastery, with white pagodas scattered around, prayer flags fluttering, and vultures soaring.

One day.

Monk Xuankong, who is the "little living Buddha" of Sakya Monastery, sat cross-legged in front of a statue of an old monk in a white robe and preached.

After hearing this, the monks praised him endlessly.

"Master Ruyi is truly a genius. He was able to comprehend such an obscure "Buddhist Sutra of Treasures and Mani Shengguang" within a year and create his own mantras. I admire him."

"Master Ruyi is certainly not a vain name to be chosen as the successor of the legendary Living Buddha Sakya Patriarch. He has achieved the Four Realms of Heart Cultivation at the age of 30. There is no one before him and no one after him. With the master, our Heart Sect will flourish!"

"The old monk has always been very accurate in judging people. Master Ruyi's future achievements may surpass those of the Sakya Patriarch."

A skinny old monk looked pleased.

He is the head of the lecture hall and has a very high prestige.

Many monks showed disbelief.

"Surpassing Sakya Patriarch? The Patriarch is a legendary figure who has already ascended to heaven and serves the true Buddha."

"The chief monk is exaggerating."

"Yes, no one can surpass Sakya Patriarch. He is the most talented person in the history of the world!"

Listening to the monks' debate.

Xuankong smiled and remained silent.

"Ruyi" is his Dharma name.

He thought, this is just the beginning.

It can only be said that the level of this world is too low and isolated from the world. The monks are sitting in the well and looking at the sky, and have never seen the real genius!

Du Meng, Dijialou, Lu Chenzhou.

These monsters all crushed him.

Suddenly, the statue of the old monk in white robes shone brightly. A blood-colored sky dog ​​soul turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The chief monk was shocked.

"What, the Blood Barking King is dead?"

For a moment, the monks were shocked.

"Blood Barking King? Isn't this the left guardian of the [Blood Fang Emperor] who was suppressed under the snow mountain? He was the peak demon king a hundred years ago, and there are few enemies in the world."

"I know, it's the faceless monk."

"Faceless monk? He is not as good as him. The last time he appeared in the world, he was only in the middle stage of the fifth realm."

"Could it be that the Sakya Patriarch appeared?"

"There is only this explanation."

The head monk's face was solemn.

Only he understood that the Patriarch had just entered a new realm and was consolidating his cultivation, so it was impossible for him to take action.

"No matter what the faceless monk's intentions are, the Patriarch has already reached the sixth realm and is invincible in this world."

He recalled the information about the faceless monk in his heart.

Walked out of thin air from the Nalanda Temple, practiced the secret method of the Nalanda Temple, and subdued demons all the way. Sometimes he appeared in the world, sometimes he disappeared, and never showed his true face to people. He was extremely mysterious.

Some people said that the faceless monk was an arhat who angered the true Buddha and was banished to the mortal world. He walked in this world to eliminate demons just to return to the Buddha's kingdom. Some people also said that the faceless monk was a big demon. Some people saw him devouring all the demons and then became stronger.

Just when everyone was still guessing.

Xuankong had already realized it and looked up at the sky.

The golden sun pierced the sky.

The sun shone on the golden mountain, and the holy light was brilliant.

The figure of the faceless monk stepped into the void, and a golden lotus bloomed with every step.

"Look, what is that?"

"The faceless monk... Lingxu stepped into the air, and lotus bloomed with every step. The golden bridge spanned ten miles. What realm is this?"

"Could he really be an arhat descending to the mortal world?"

The eyes of the monks were shocked.

The head was even more stunned.

"This momentum is the sixth realm? The same as the ancestor, how is this possible? He was still in the middle of the fifth realm a few years ago. This kind of progress is too exaggerated even if he is an arhat descending to the world?"

The Sakya ancestor, the founder of the heart sect in this world, has eternal talent and talent, and it took him four hundred years to reach the sixth realm.

It has only been about thirty years since the faceless monk appeared in the world, and he has practiced from the second level to the sixth level. This level of progress is far beyond that of Master Ruyi.

"If this person has malicious intentions..."

The chief monk didn't dare to think about it.

In this world, except for the ancestor, no one can stop the faceless monk. His coming here may be related to the Blood Fang Emperor who was suppressed by the ancestor under the snow mountain with a treasure many years ago.

The monks lowered their eyebrows and dared not look directly at the sky.

Only Master Ruyi smiled proudly.

He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

The faceless monk's voice was as loud as a bell.

"Are there any demons under this snow mountain?"

The chief monk put his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"Monks don't lie, there are."

"Unlock the magic circle, I want to kill the demon."

The faceless monk reached out casually, grabbed Yu Jiuxiao lightly, twisted the white cloud into a cushion, and sat on it casually.

"I'll wait."

The chief monk was terrified.

"Senior, this demon was suppressed by our Great Snow Mountain Sixth Realm Master Sakya with the help of the supreme treasure. Although it has been a long time, its ferocity has not diminished. Although you have entered the Sixth Realm, you are probably not its opponent."

The faceless monk said nothing.

Master Ruyi watched the show.

The other monks were trembling with fear.

But when they heard that Sakya Master had reached the Sixth Realm, they felt confident. The Master had the supreme treasure, and this faceless monk was definitely not the Master's opponent with his bare hands.

The faceless monk chuckled.

"Just release the demon, I will keep you safe. Master Sakya, can you come out and talk?"

The monk was full of momentum, and behind him were millions of demons and resentment, all of whom died at the hands of the monk.

The monks said angrily:

"My Sakya Master has already ascended to heaven and become a disciple of the Supreme True Buddha, with the same status as Arhat."

"Can the Master meet whenever he wants?"

Suddenly,

The statue of the white-robed old monk cracked.

A helpless sigh sounded.

"Daoyou, are you from outer space?"

"Yes."

"As expected, the demon in the Great Snow Mountain is called Blood Fang Emperor. I relied on an ancient treasure from the ruins to barely defeat it. With the luck of Sakya Temple worn out, it has fallen to the middle stage of the sixth realm. Daoyou, please leave. You have just entered the sixth realm and have no treasures to rely on. You are definitely not its opponent. If Daoyou really want to eliminate the demon, you can wait for me to stabilize my realm. The one in the Divine Weapon Pavilion is also in the sixth realm. The three of us can work together."

"Without a treasure, you can't kill the demon? Master should have obtained a treasure from the ruins of a strong man in the heavenly realm, right? If you rely too much on external things, your practice will fall behind Enter the lower level, so you have been practicing Taoism for 400 years before you can barely enter the sixth level. "

"This... Daoyou may be right, but it concerns the lives of all living beings in a world, so I can't believe you easily."

"Don't believe my character, or my strength?"

"Daoyou is so talented, but he has been slaying demons and monsters in my world for decades. His merits are immeasurable. I believe in your character, but killing the demon king depends on your strength."

"Hahaha, this is easy."

The faceless monk did not stand up. His big hand stretched out from his sleeves, pinched a seal, and the majestic spiritual power stretched out, transforming into a giant palm that covered the sky and the sun, and lifted up a snow-capped mountain thousands of feet high.

The earth shook, and the sky trembled.

The snow-capped mountain was annihilated in the palm of his hand.

The faceless monk said indifferently.

"Is this strength feasible?"

A middle-aged monk in a white robe walked out of the statue. He had a horrified look in his eyes, and a golden wheel was spinning behind him, with an extraordinary texture.

He was shocked and said:

"Fellow Daoist, are you crazy? The magic circle formed by the eighteen snow-capped mountains and the central Sakya Peak is the terrain to suppress the demons. If you pull one out, the demon will be released."

The faceless monk was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Your magic circle is too simple."

"Let's not talk about this for now. With our combined strength, plus this broken spiritual weapon, we have a chance to kill this demon."

The middle-aged monk looked helpless.

This is an unprovoked disaster.

"Hehe, Sakya bald donkey, are you dreaming about your Spring and Autumn period? At the beginning, you only relied on the power of the broken spiritual weapon to severely injure this emperor. This time you have no chance."

Boom!

Blood rushed to the sky, thousands of ghosts howled, and a blood-robed figure rushed out with a wild laugh and pounced on the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk's golden wheel flew out.

But it was dodged by the blood-robed figure.

"I will not be careless this time. Hey, you have actually been promoted to the sixth realm... It's a pity that you are still too weak."

The aura of the middle stage of the sixth realm emanated.

The blood-robed figure spit out a canine tooth, which collided and entangled with the golden wheel. It stretched out its blood claws and dug into the monk's heart.

"Die, bald donkey!"

"Daoyou, hurry up."

The middle-aged monk fought and retreated.

The blood-robed figure was suddenly shocked.

It just found out that there was another bald donkey on the cloud.

"You dare to trouble me without a face?"

It muttered and slapped the faceless monk with one claw.

The faceless monk did not dodge or avoid. The Buddha's light was shining all over his body. A spiritual hand that imprisoned the sky and the earth seemed to press down like the palm of the Tathagata, covering the area of ​​dozens of miles.

In the big hand, there seemed to be a Buddhist country.

In the Buddhist country, the true Buddha paid homage.

There was a nine-story pagoda, suppressing a heart realm.

The blood claw was swept away.

The Buddha Kingdom came straight over, covering the blood-robed figure, revealing the figure of a blood-colored heavenly dog.

Blood Fang Emperor, the demon king of the Heavenly Dog Clan.

In its blood inheritance memory, it seemed to have seen this method before. After a moment, a terrified voice came.

"Demon Imprisonment Hand... The descendant of the Blue Mountain Ancient Emperor?"

Pah!

The Buddha Kingdom was annihilated.

The Blood Fang Emperor was also saved.