Ten Years After Chopping Wood, I'm Invincible

In the ascetic formation, Meng Xing naturally didn't know that people outside had so many thoughts. He continued to move forward, and there were patches of hot yellow sand under his feet, but for a person with a good physique, it didn't have much impact.

However, there was still a lot of sweat on his forehead, like a steamer steaming, sweating like rain.

Originally, this kind of place would not have much impact on the third rank, but the acting should be done well, so that others could not see the abnormality of his physique and Cultivation Base, so he still had to sweat.

Every time a sandstorm came, he shielded it with a shield formation and moved on.

After four or five hours, he caught up with Master Jingwu, who was still walking with difficulty.

Master Jingwu walked slower and slower, exhausted, and was so tired that he almost fell on the desert ground and didn't want to move.

When he saw Meng Xing, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

In particular, what surprised him was that Meng Xing had no dirt on his body, as if he was spotless, and he didn't seem to be tired. He walked neither in a hurry nor slow, with a leisurely look.

Are you traveling in this desert land of Sumeru mustard seeds? Do you want to be so relaxed?

Master Jingwu has been practicing Buddhism for decades, but at this moment he can't help but want to scold his mother, and his mind is also difficult to calm down.

At this moment, a dust storm came overwhelming, the wind whistled, and the sand flew, as if it was a doomsday world.

When Master Jingwu saw it, he was immediately ready to be buried by the sandstorm.

Master Jingwu caught a glimpse of Meng Xing slowly taking out three things and throwing them in the air, and then the whole person disappeared, and the sandstorm just swept over his head.

Standing in the back, Master Jingwu was naturally baptized by the sandstorm, and then crawled out of the mud and sand, his face full of dirt, only showing a pair of tired eyes.

He was sluggish for a moment, seeing Meng Xing's figure in front of him showing up, he was completely fine, and he continued to move forward with a fresh air.

Compared with Meng Xing, he seems to have climbed out of a sewage ditch, and he has also endured the ravages of the sandstorm.

Master Jingwu wiped the mud and sand on his face very embarrassedly, and drew a few mud grooves. He wanted to cry but had no tears on his face.

But this test has to go on. No matter what, you must reach the end of the desert land. If you can't support it, Western Buddhism will lose.

So, Master Jingwu gritted his teeth and continued to stagger forward. He only feels that he is exhausted and is about to fall down at any time. Even if he is a fourth rank master, the consumption at this moment is very large.

"No! I mustn't lose!" Master Jingwu puffed up and made up his mind secretly.

People outside were talking about it.

"Haha! Seeing the appearance of Master Jingwu, I think he looks so sad."

"His mood at this moment is probably that he wants to die. Seeing Meng Xing so neat, personable, and calm, no one may be able to bear it."

"Master Jingwu probably doesn't want to stay in that kind of ghost place for a moment. He should have been able to handle the ascetic formation with ease, but at this moment, it has become the place where he has nightmares."

"Pfft! When Buddhist monks in the Western Regions meet Meng Xing, they may feel that this is a nightmare. Just look at the situation of Master Nemo, and he looked terrible just now."

"These Buddhist monks in the Western Regions deserve to be unlucky, but they met Meng Xing. And Master Nemo probably also has the heart to die. Every time he provokes Meng Xing first, he is beaten by Meng Xing every time. Face."

...

Meng Xing was still walking unhurriedly, but gradually distanced himself from Master Jingwu.

Master Jingwu was so anxious that he wanted to keep up quickly, but he couldn't keep up.

After another hour, Meng Xing arrived at an oasis with a high mountain on the edge of the oasis and a temple on the mountain.

Meng Xing stepped on the stairs leading to the temple, and suddenly felt a strong suppressing force, preventing him from continuing to move forward. His feet were as heavy as lead.

Going up another step, this suppression force is even greater, even if his physical strength is strong, he still feels a little unbearable.

Meng Xing went up step by step, walking very slowly. Of course, with his real physical strength, he can go faster. Now, because Cultivation Base has suppressed the strength of the sixth rank Admiralty, it is natural to go slower.

Outside, when Master Nemo saw this scene, he immediately snorted coldly. When he got here, it was the real killer move of the ascetic formation. If he couldn't bear it here, he would completely destroy the Buddha nature and mind of murderers.

Of course, if you endure it, you will be completely inspired by Buddhism and escape into Buddhism.

So Master Nemo won no matter what, but he wouldn't say it all.

All eyes were on Meng Xing climbing the steps. He walked so slowly, it was obvious that these steps were difficult to climb, and every step was a huge test.

Can he make it through this step?

Everyone is curious.

Meng Xing continued to step forward and walked up the stairs for an hour before finally reaching the front of the temple.

...

"It turns out that this step is not difficult, it just takes some time."

"Yeah! It can't stop Meng Xing at all!"

"Look! That monk is also going up the steps. Look, he is actually climbing up the steps. Pfft! This posture is much more elegant than that guy Meng Xing!"

"This dog-crawling posture, you still say that it is elegant, isn't this mocking that monk?"

"I admire his perseverance. At this point, he still doesn't give up!"

"Look! Master Jingwu vomited blood! Can he hold on?"

"Master Jingwu seems to be unable to hold on, he will definitely fail!"

"No! Look at him, although he vomited three liters of blood and looked like he was about to fall, he still moved forward tenaciously!"

Everyone was talking about it, watching Master Jingwu climb up one step at a time, and finally knew that this step might not be as easy as he imagined.

Meng Xing's ability to go up may not have much to do with his consumption. If he is like Master Jingwu, he may not be able to go up at all.

Seeing Master Jingwu like this, Master Nemo frowned slightly and switched the screen to Meng Xing.

At this time, Meng Xing had pushed open the gate of the temple and walked into the Great Hall of the temple.

In the middle of the Great Hall, there is a tall Buddha statue. The Buddha statue opened its eyes, as if staring at the people who came in.

Meng Xing couldn't help looking into the eyes of the Buddha statue, and suddenly, he felt a powerful Dharma majesty, projected from the Buddha's eyes and enveloped his whole body.

boom!

Meng Xing felt a coercion, like a thunderbolt from the blue, resounding in his mind, his legs involuntarily knelt down, wanting to devoutly convert to my Buddha, he had forgotten the two senior sisters and the princess in his mind, And the flower girl in the brothel.

"No! I can't kneel! Kneel down and I'm done!" Meng Xing tried his best to keep a trace of wisdom.

"Nemo, this bald ass, is harming me? Whether I pass this ascetic formation or not, I will be killed by my mind and controlled by Buddhism in the Western Regions?"

"Once I got here, I was also invaded by Dharma who knew this Buddha statue and became a Buddhist monk in the Western Regions?"

"This Master Nemo has a bad conscience!"

"No! I have to think more about the two senior sisters, the princess, the female leader of the Huanghuo Sect, and my future wife!"

Meng Xing's legs were trembling, and he tried his best not to kneel.