Pushing the heavens horizontally starts from the wind and clouds

Chapter 452 The Dream Machine That Was Chased
"You said that you people would fight and kill me when they saw me, and you said that outside of Yunmeng, they are all enemies. Now it's all over, let's all die."

In Su Li's hands were the Sword of Impermanence, the Staff of the Underworld, and the Battle Ax of Doom, and the two masters of the Xuantian Hall, the head coach of Yunmeng Tiefutu, and the Black Wolf King, one of the Eight Great Demon Immortals, were all beheaded by him.

The two major artifacts of Xuantian Pavilion all fell into his hands.

Afterwards, Su Li continued to move forward.

The purpose of his coming to the barren land this time was to find Qiankun Budai, not to kill any black wolf king.

Moving forward, Su Li felt some pure yang power.

The barren land was originally wet and full of miasma, but tens of miles away, if you sense it with magic power, you will find that it is full of pure yang power, and the breath is incompatible with the barren land.

Obviously that's where Qiankun Budai is located.

Su Li took a step forward and immediately saw a monk.

This monk has a red face, big hands and feet, and a burly figure. He seems to be in his forties or fifties. He is wearing a black gold cassock, and his energy seems to be boundless.

And beside him, there were several people who were neither human nor ghost, and one of them was holding a big bag in his hand.

This big bag is tightly bound by a rope, which seems to be a tendon, and it seems that it is not an animal's tendon, but a human tendon.

The huge pure yang power faintly escaped from the pocket.

"I didn't expect that I would be found by you after escaping here. It seems that there will be a life-and-death fight today. I will fight hard to avenge the destruction of the temple!"

The monk looked at Su Li in the void with an extremely angry expression on his face. After expanding his chest and lungs, he spat out violently.

A strong air flow turned into a hot white mist, like steam after boiling water, rolling in.

This ball of white air was the size of a water tank, and it was released violently, containing countless strong masculine blood energy.

This sound even surpassed the sound of the tiger. Even if the tiger roared wildly in the mountains and responded from all directions, it was definitely not one-tenth as loud as this sound wave.

The strong sound wave swept across the void, enough to shake the soul of a ghost and fairy roar, making it impossible to use any Taoism.

This is the roar of the Martial Saint!
The power of a roar can dispel most of the Taoism.

But Su Li just looked at this scene indifferently, and spoke. "Your martial sage's roar is of no use to me, and I am not your enemy. The Daqian Dynasty has nothing to do with me. You can't avenge me for this enmity. Of course, I want to take the Qiankun Budai And the Amitabha Sutra has already been obtained by me.”

The martial sage's roar is enough to kill a ghost and immortal at once, but that huge blood energy is just a little bit of pure energy to Su Li.

The immortality method that Su Li practiced was much higher than the Yangshen method, and he was not afraid of the roar of the Martial Saint at all. Even if he moved at will, he activated the Great Devouring Technique, and the power of engulfing the source of heaven and earth was aroused by him, even if it was ten million Wu Sheng, no, one billion Wu Sheng roared together, and they only provided him with negligible energy.

Of course, if a ghost fairy meets a billion martial saints, he will basically be yelled into scum in an instant.

Ghosts and immortals belong to yin, and the roar of martial sages is yang.

As for Su Li's mana, it was originally a thing of the sun, and it contained many ways of heaven and earth. In his eyes, the attack of a martial saint was like a child's trick.

"what."

With a roar, Su Li didn't have anything to do, and the monk showed a surprised expression on his face, especially when he heard that Su Li had obtained the Amitabha Sutra, he was even more surprised.

"Are you really not a big deal?"

"Have you obtained the Amitabha Sutra?"

"If you are not a Dagan person and you have obtained the Amitabha Sutra in the past, then I will follow you. You will be the next abbot of my Dachan Temple."

"Monk Jingren, meet the abbot!"

The old monk listened to Su Li's words, his mind was shaken, and he stopped attacking, but saluted respectfully.

"Jing Ren, it's agreed, we will work together, this Qiankun cloth bag, you can't just give it to him!"

As soon as Monk Jingren made a shot, the three elders of Wu Gui Dao who were sitting next to him couldn't sit still and were about to make a move.

Su Li made a big move, stretched out his hand and grabbed the Qiankun cloth bag in his hand.

"Fight you!"

An old man was furious, and countless black air gushed out from his body, turning into a head the size of a small mountain bag.

This head looks like a bull's head, but with two horns hovering.More importantly, this head has a huge snout and fangs looming.

Its two eyes seem to be open but not open, and it seems to be closed but not closed. The moment it appears in the void, bursts of ancient prehistoric, desolate, and simple aura emanate from the head.

As soon as the head appeared, he opened his mouth lightly, and a tongue-like black air flowed out, sweeping towards Su Li in an instant.

"Yu Wutong, you actually dare to attack the new headmaster of my Great Chan Temple, don't you know that within ten steps, a martial saint is invincible?"

Monk Jingren yelled again, breaking the old man's technique abruptly.

The newly condensed Demon Lord was about to reach out when he suddenly encountered the terrifying blood energy of Monk Jingren and dissipated directly into the void.

"Jing Ren, in fact, you don't need to make a move. I also want to take a look at the Supreme Demon Venerable that Wu Guidao visualized."

Su Li looked at Monk Jingren and listened to him practice the Amitabha Sutra before throwing him, and shot at his previous teammates, a little speechless, but the supreme demon just now did leave some impression on him.

Any visualized demon god contains the truth of the great way.

This is exactly what Su Li is after.

Destroying the Ming King is great anger, the Great Destruction Demon God is great destruction, and the past Amitabha Sutra is the eternal past.

These artistic conceptions plus scriptures can allow a person to perfectly visualize and even condense a demon god, which is also the root of various Taoism.

Of course, Su Li is different, he likes to master the Dao by himself, rather than visualize the Demon God, and then visualize the Demon God to obtain Taoism.

But the Supreme Demon Venerable had just appeared, and Su Li was still savoring the artistic conception in it. Monk Jingren had already made a move, smashing the Supreme Demon Venerable.

This is not because the Supreme Demon King is not strong, but mainly because the person who visualizes is not strong.That Demon Lord has only one head, which is a half-finished product.

All things are respected by nine. Obviously, if the Supreme Demon Lord of Dacheng is visualized, it should have nine heads.

The Supreme Demon Lord with nine heads has all kinds of terrifying powers.

"But since you are willing to follow me, Jingren, I can also take you in. As for the Dachan Temple, I am afraid it will be a little difficult. I am the Supreme Master of Yuhua Sect. How do you want me to repeat the Dachan Temple?"

Su Li moved his hand, and Monk Jingren's body was wrapped up by him, and he left here.

He didn't bother to deal with those people in Wu Gui Dao anymore, anyway, even if he didn't deal with them, he would be dealt with by others, such as Champion Hou, or Hong Yi.

"I, a Martial Saint, can fly one day?"

Monk Jingren, who was wrapped in Su Li's mana, changed his expression. He never thought that one day he would be able to fly.

You must know that it is impossible for a martial saint to fly with his own strength, which is almost common sense in the monastic circle.

Now, he is flying.

"Breaking the impossible is supernatural powers. If you want to practice the Ascension Method, I can also teach you."

At this moment, Su Li was playing with the Qiankun cloth bag while heading towards the master.

At the same time, he looked into the Qiankun bag, and he could see that the Qiankun bag was a small world.

There is no sun inside, but there is a layer of bright, soft clouds, green and full, like jade.

The ground is also a layer of cloud film that is as smooth as a mirror, like water waves. When people step on it, it will be a ripple, but it is extremely solid.

This small world also has barriers. Overall, it looks like a big house with a radius of a hundred miles, which is equivalent to a small county of the Daqian Dynasty.

In this small world, things like mountains have piled up.

One pile is gold, one pile is silver, and one pile is jewels, emeralds, diamonds, etc., many jewels.

In the world, it is extremely valuable, but Su Li is not interested in it at all.

What made him a little bit interested was a bone plate, and an unknown character was engraved on this bone plate.

On the other side of the bone plate, a real full-body statue of a demon god is carved, with two horns on the head, spirally curved, and nine heads on the neck.

He is actually the supreme demon god of witchcraft and ghosts!
This supreme demon god beats a bone with his hand, but his body is still in human form.

The lines are rendered one by one, vivid and lifelike.

People glanced at it, as if the demon god was about to come out of the bone plate.

A desolate, vast, long-lasting, ancient, and thick aura emanated from this Supreme Demon Lord.

Just looking at it makes people feel like they have come tens of thousands of years ago.

"Abbot, are you looking at the Supreme Demon Lord of the Wugui Dao? He is actually an ancient God of War, fighting against the sky and the earth, never surrendering, but in the end, he was suppressed by a holy emperor. At that time, the Wugui Taoism is still orthodox, but just after the Supreme God of War was suppressed, one generation is not as good as the next generation, and now, the reputation has become bad, and they only do blood sacrifices, killing people and so on."

Monk Jingren looked at it, as if he was guessing what Su Li was looking at.

"The Supreme God of War. Huh? What is that, the Nine Flame Flame Dragon? Was Meng Shenji really hunted down?"

(End of this chapter)