Rise of the Lord God of Marvel

When the main god space was turbulent, Li Xiaoyao, who was far away in Yuhang Town, was also in confusion.

Since dreaming about the golden rain that day, Li Xiaoyao has been dreaming every night. Time in the dream is much faster than reality, but he still follows the timeline.

Within a few days, Li Xiaoyao completed the path he was supposed to take later.

"It's strange, those Miao people should have arrived..." Li Xiaoyao squatted at the door of Xianjian Inn, looking outside, very confused.

"Li Xiaoyao! Where are you lazy again! Come and help!" Aunt Li roared.

Li Xiaoyao swung the iron sword lightly in his hand, and the tip of the sword scratched back and forth on the ground.

Aunt Li came to the door, saw Li Xiaoyao squatting there, and slowed down her pace. The child had become crazy recently, which made her very worried.

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, go back and take a nap." Aunt Li said very gently.

"It's okay, I was just distracted." Li Xiaoyao smiled and said.

Since he got the later memories, Li Xiaoyao's rebellious period has passed all of a sudden. Iron Palm Feifeng Aunt Li has taken care of him for so many years, and she has changed from a heroine in the arena to an irritable aunt. If she doesn't treat her better, Li Xiaoyao feels

I am not a person.

"It's okay, just take your time." Aunt Li wiped her hands on her apron, hesitated a little, but still returned to the kitchen.

She also had to make money to help Li Xiaoyao build up his family fortune so that he could provide enough betrothal gifts for his future marriage.

Li Xiaoyao stood up, waved his iron sword, and erased the two pictures of beauties on the ground, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

At night, Li Xiaoyao was restless while lying on the bed.

"No! We can't wait any longer!"

Li Xiaoyao rolled up from the bed. Aunt Li should have fallen asleep at this time. He carefully opened the window and jumped out.

Aunt Li's ears twitched slightly in her sleep, and she woke up after hearing the sound of landing. She came to the window, looked at Li Xiaoyao's back and sighed.

"What's wrong with this child..."

After escaping a few streets, Li Xiaoyao pointed his hand forward, and the iron sword flew out and floated in the sky.

Then Li Xiaoyao jumped up and used Shushan's sword control skills.

The whole person turned into a stream of light and headed towards Fairy Island.

This is the reason why Li Xiaoyao has no doubts about dreams. He learned a lot of martial arts and swordsmanship in a dream. How can the dream be fake?

Although Li Xiaoyao is still a little worse than himself in the dream as the leader of Shushan, but in terms of strength, there are definitely not many people who can beat him now. Of course, the people who can be compared are limited to those who appeared in the dream.

The flying speed was far faster than the ferry of the little tiger in the dream, and not long after, Li Xiaoyao arrived at the location of Fairy Island.

Looking at the Fairy Island in front of him, Li Xiaoyao became even more worried.

Xianling Island itself has a very powerful maze formation, which is enough to block most foreign enemies. Before the formation can be broken, it is not easy for ordinary Miao people, not to mention the current Li Xiaoyao, to discover it.

Adjusting his posture, Li Xiaoyao plunged into Fairy Island, and the smell of blood immediately lingered on the tip of his nose.

In the center of Fairy Island, the Miao people and grandma actually stood together, confronting a bunch of bald heads on the opposite side.

"You Buddhist scum! You actually committed such a murder! Aren't you afraid of going to hell!" Grandma said with gritted teeth as she looked at the group of bald heads.

"Amitabha."

"The female benefactor, the benefactor Zhao Ling'er, is destined to be my Buddha. We are here to pick her up. We will naturally leave after we pick her up."

"Impossible!" Grandma roared, "Stop dreaming!"

"I forgot to give the female donor more thought," the Buddhist man said in a low voice.

Grandma clenched the scepter in her hand. She was very scared. This group of monks who appeared out of nowhere were too strong. With the help of the maze formation and the power of these Miao people with the same ulterior motives, they managed to delay it for so long. But

What to do next?

"Destined? I think your head is destined to my sword!"

A voice came from behind the monk. Grandma looked up and saw a brilliant sword light piercing the air.

The person who came was none other than Li Xiaoyao, who was very angry now.

You actually want to drag my wife to become a nun?! Are you tired of life?

Ding! Ding!

The monk's body was gleaming with golden light, and he withstood Li Xiaoyao's sword.

Withdrawing the iron sword, Li Xiaoyao landed next to his grandma.

"Grandma, don't worry, I'm here." Li Xiaoyao pointed the iron sword in his hand to the ground and said coldly.

"Oh... ok..." Grandma was stunned. Wasn't this the person who escaped from Bai Yue with her and Ling'er ten years ago? He just looked younger.

The monk looked at Li Xiaoyao and the sword in his hand, clasping his hands together.

"Donor Li, we are preparing to find you."

"Looking for me? What do you want to do?"

Li Xiaoyao held a sword flower and said, his eyes slightly narrowed, he had never seen these monks in his dream.

"Donor, you are destined to be my Buddha." As soon as the monk finished speaking, he took a step forward, raised his right palm and patted Li Xiaoyao.

Buddhist Mahamudra!

"You're a big-headed ghost!"

Li Xiaoyao raised the sword in his hand, Shushan Giant Sword Technique!

The sword energy of the iron sword in his hand increased dozens of times, and it slashed directly towards the big hand seal from bottom to top.

The two collided and were destroyed in the air,

Then the iron sword in Li Xiaoyao's hand collapsed into pieces. This sword was just the cheapest one in the blacksmith shop in Yuhang Town, and it couldn't withstand Li Xiaoyao's use.

"Young hero, take the sword!" The maid behind grandma threw the rapier in her hand towards Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao jumped up, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Shushan Ten Thousand Swords Jue!

A hundred sword energies emerged from Li Xiaoyao's back and rushed towards the monk with sharp edge.

"Amitabha~"

The monk was chanting sutras, and his huge golden body blocked the sword energy.

The sword energy hit it, and the golden body was shaking.

The monk frowned. Things were completely different from what he had predicted. Li Xiaoyao's strength was much higher than it should be. Logically speaking, at this point, he should be just an ordinary waiter. How could he be so proficient in the Shushan Sword Art?

Li Xiaoyao was equally astonished. After a few days of receiving the swordsmanship from his dream, his strength increased greatly. He thought that except for Baiyue, Dugu Yuyun and Jiujianxian, he would not encounter anyone strong who could stop him.

Unexpectedly, I met one now.

"Since the donor is unwilling to leave with us, the young monk can only retreat first and see you again later."

The monk waved his hand, and the Buddha Kingdom in his palm enveloped all the monks, and then slowly retreated.

The kingdom of Buddha in the palm of your hand?!

Li Xiaoyao was shocked. This magical power should have been lost a hundred years ago. How could it suddenly appear? Is there an error in the records of Shushan?!

However, it is good news that the opponent has retreated now. After taking the Wan Jian Jue, the opponent did not react at all. If the fight continues, Li Xiaoyao is not very confident.

After the monk was out of sight, grandma spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Falling directly towards the ground.

"Grandma!" Zhao Ling'er, who was protected by everyone, pushed away the crowd and ran over.