Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees.

Chapter 737: Turn around and find the shore
After bidding farewell to Taoist Priest Qingyun, Bai Yu continued to walk forward.

Not long after, they arrived at a stream that had split open.

How do streams split?
It's like a broken screen. Although the screen is broken, the picture below is still complete, but it looks fragmented.

This proves that there must have been a war here before, and the result was that the Dragon Vein World had not had time to repair itself.

It can be seen more and more that the Dragon Vein Realm five hundred years ago became more and more dangerous the deeper you go.

Bai Yu couldn't help but think of a game called Delivery Simulator.

The main gameplay is to deliver express, which inevitably requires traveling across mountains and rivers and running around.

It is also an online game that can use facilities built by other players. Later, a group of thoughtful players built high-speed roads directly in the game. From then on, the roads were unobstructed, and the pilgrimage to the West was turned into infrastructure and Logistics simulator.

The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took the shade.

The construction of the Dragon Vein Realm is the result of implementation from generation to generation. Five hundred years later, the road to the Dragon Vein Realm leading to thousands of miles has become so simple. Obviously, it is indispensable for the education of each generation and the result of the changes of the times.

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes and applied the fearless seal with his right hand. Golden light bloomed all over his body. His muddy gray robe quickly fell off, revealing a real person. Sanskrit sounds seemed to reverberate around him, constantly echoing between the Buddha and the sculptures. The treasure-like appearance was solemn. The monk seems to be an eminent monk who has reached the golden state.

"No."

Bai Yu faced the rolling wave of Buddhist pressure.

Following the sound, I noticed that there was a real monk sitting among a group of stone Buddha sculptures.

"Donor, it's time to turn around and find a safe place." The old monk said.

Among the top ten in Daxia, only one is a true Buddhist cultivator.

The monk's aura was extremely restrained, almost to the point where the movement was real.

"What? Are there any cliffs ahead?" Bai Yu asked.

As he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt the majesty of a lion's angry glare. The drowsy feeling of old age was also swept away after he opened his eyes, as if he was swallowing mountains and rivers with force.

After traveling through time for a year and a half, this was the first time I met a serious Buddhist master.

Bai Yu said: "What if I must go there?"

The old monk, who was like a clay sculpture, suddenly moved a finger. In an instant, cracks appeared in the gray mud all over his body like a cracked shell. There were streaks of golden light under the cracks. The sound of the cracking silk was extremely soft, but it was like Thunder exploded.

"A poor monk does not tell lies."

"Danger." The monk said, "Remembering that it is not easy for the benefactor to cultivate, it is better to turn back as soon as possible... The poor monk stayed here specifically to persuade others to turn back, so as not to lose their lives in vain."

The monk must be quite old. His whole body looks like a clay Buddha statue, full of wrinkles. His robes prove his identity as an ascetic monk. They are dusty and covered with patches. He looks old, but only The two long hanging snow-white eyebrows are extremely clean and flutter in the wind.

Bai Yu thought there was going to be a fight, but only ten seconds passed after the old monk opened his eyes and closed them again.

"Then why can't you pass?"

"Then your family built this road?"

In Daxia, true Buddhist cultivators rarely show up, even among Xuantiansi. There are even fewer Buddhist cultivators who can reach the realm of the Immaculate Golden Body. In Daxia in the 21st century , perhaps the number is simply less than five fingers.

The old monk said: "Then... forgive the poor monk for his offence!"

When Bai Yu was about to walk forward, he suddenly heard the words "Donor, please stay."

The old monk closed his eyes, the luster of his golden body faded, and he proclaimed Amitabha.

"It was the poor monk who misunderstood. The benefactor has such a level of cultivation at such a young age."

“When you visit the four realms, you don’t cultivate Taoist Huangting, you don’t seek the martial artist’s artistic conception, you don’t seek the golden body. You don’t cultivate external forces, you only cultivate your own body. Your spirit is as vast as the sea, vast and majestic. This realm is already unparalleled. In the world, there are few who can stand shoulder to shoulder throughout the ages.”

"Only when the poor monk sees this can he realize how vast the world is."

Just as Bai Yu was about to reveal his weapon, he was suddenly hit by a rainbow fart.

"Uh...thank you?" He scratched his head: "So I won't fight, right? I can go over?"

"The benefactor is the genius of the world, so you can go." The old monk smiled and said: "The old monk knows that he can't stop him...but he still needs to be reminded that there is a safe place ahead of him. There is a great devil in front of him."

Bai Yu became interested: "Huh?"

"The great demon is feasting on the spirit and resentment in this dragon's veins, and its strength is growing day by day. The poor monk knows that he is invincible, but he can't just let others die."

"You were a discouraged man in your last life...how many people have you persuaded to quit?"

"The donor is the one hundred and seventy-third person to come. Five people have passed by, but none of them have returned. They either died or retreated."

"Hmm..." Bai Yu was not in a hurry to move forward. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and asked, "I heard you just said, 'It's hard to have a shoulder to shoulder'. Does it seem like you've seen someone similar to me?"

"The donor will tell you what he has to say."

"I have just entered this realm not long ago, and I don't know its secrets." Bai Yu spread his hands: "After Wufu entered the first-generation grandmaster realm, his strength has greatly increased; but I don't have any feeling of rapid progress. Although I have become stronger, the specifics are I don’t know where it has become stronger.”

Asking this monk for advice was completely done on a whim, and it didn’t matter if we were talking to an ancient man who lived more than five hundred years ago. The other party would not be able to reveal his privacy. Even if it was revealed, it would be meaningless. He was not five hundred years ago. of Daxia. "The donor has no teachers and is exploring the realm on his own. Naturally, he will find it difficult to enter."

The old monk paused and opened his eyes again: "The poor monk is not good at explaining principles other than Buddhist principles. He only knows that if there is a state of the benefactor, no matter what direction of practice, he should get twice the result with half the effort. The benefactor feels that the state is stagnant. In my humble opinion, it’s like having a big empty vat but no water has been added to it.”

"Tian Shui..." Bai Yu scratched his head: "I have learned enough magical powers, techniques, and skills."

"No, no." The old monk shook his head and laughed: "What you need to add is water, not water vapor, otherwise the sun on the benefactor's chest will steam when you see the ordinary water vapor."

Bai Yu was stunned: "Are you asking me to ask for help?"

"Of course."

“But isn’t seeking the Tao the same as becoming a saint?”

"Of course."

"I can be canonized, but my realm will still be stagnant?"

Bai Yuxin said, isn't this an endless cycle?
The old monk laughed heartily and said: "That's how cultivation is. It's not difficult for those who know it, but it's not difficult for those who don't. It's easy to go from one to two, but it's very difficult to start from scratch. What many people lack is the first step. "

"Come on, it's a Buddhist fighter again." Bai Yu sighed, asking for trouble, then patted his knees and stood up: "I'm going to see that big demon."

"Donors, please remember that the wind is blowing tightly."

Bai Yu hummed and walked forward leisurely.

After just a few words of conversation, I felt that I had a bit more of a martial arts vibe. I couldn't help but pat my sleeves, losing half of my extra youthful chivalry.

Speaking of knights, Ren Nanbei had done it before, but when he mentioned those martial arts, he would lament that he was too young and would get tired of it after getting used to it. After all, there are no martial arts in modern Daxia, so he was a little regretful that he could not be born earlier. Year.

Bai Yu felt that if Ren Nanbei had been born three hundred years earlier, he might have become someone else's dish before he could grow up.

Five hundred years ago in Daxia, even if you could only catch a glimpse of the dragon vein world, you could still feel the unique atmosphere of the ancient world.

Come to think of it, it will definitely be much more lively and dangerous than Rome.

The Roman countryside was either infested with robbers or a cult was at work.

Even Baiyu's monster spawners feel that there is no passion. Anyone who comes in has to be involved in tens of thousands of words of love and hatred, and that can be regarded as a quaint flavor.

It's just that there are too many extraordinary factors in this world, and there is this thing called "devil species". The "devil" that people often say is no longer an adjective, but a serious abnormal development, directly transforming from a human to a demon. .

Even if there is Yama in modern society, it is not possible to completely eradicate the plague of demons. This was especially true in ancient times. The so-called battle between good and evil is more like a quarrel that lasted for many years. If it were not for the battle between Rahu and the followers of the evil star, The powerful demon killer has achieved a wonderful ecological balance. The three melons and two dates in the rivers and lakes have long been turned into a breeding base for demons. After all, the people in the rivers and lakes are most indispensable for hatred, violence and desire.

As for Jianghu, it's not that good. Ren Nanbei misses Jianghu, perhaps because he can justifiably draw his sword and kill people.

Baiyu crossed the stream and walked all the way to the front. The stream had turned into a river.

The river is twenty feet wide, and under the rapid river and on both sides of the river, there are many sculptures, some of which are Buddha statues and some of which are pagodas.

I don’t know if this is a landscape that existed in ancient times or a randomly synthesized scene in the Dragon Vein Realm.

Right in the middle of the river bank, there is a big Buddha sitting in the river. The river water has covered its chest, and only one palm standing on the chest is exposed.

On the top of the middle finger of the palm, there is a shadow.

He was the great demon who persuaded many people to retreat.

Bai Yu looked at the shadow curiously, thinking about it secretly, it was strange.

Fighting against a great demon from the world of dragon veins five hundred years ago, there is a feeling of walking into history and witnessing history become history.

Maybe it's all fate?

The shadow suddenly moved.

It flew over at an angle that violated conventional mechanical postures and any principles of light work. It was like a ball that was continuously moving and flickering in the air. It fell down without leaving a trace like a fallen leaf and smashed straight into the river.

The river surface then sank, and the turbulent flow came to a standstill, just like pressing down on a gourd to raise a ladle, one ebbing and the other rising, and the water surface under Bai Yu's feet directly rose three feet.

Bai Yu looked down at the black shadow from a high position, and bright red fonts also appeared above the opponent's head.

He pronounced the name which was a bit difficult to pronounce.

"Female...evil..."

The danger level is displayed as a question mark. Although it is not canonized, it has exceeded the fourth level.

No one knows how much of a threshold difference there is between the fourth level and the fifth level... Maybe the peak, Dzogchen, half-step fifth level, and quasi-fifth level are all different?
Baiyu stepped on the water with his tiptoes, and the dragons and snakes transformed from the nine rivers flew out and strangled the shadows. The murderous intention of the ground was used accurately against the masters of the same level, but it was not enough to stop the dark shadows. This big demon Passing through the layers of intertwined water dragons, the five fingers intertwined lightly, and the air was like countless threads cutting through it. The nine dragons and snakes were all torn apart, and the running water rolled into the rivers. The great demon, whose entire body was almost enveloped in the powerful demonic energy, could only I caught a glimpse of a vague outline, but couldn't tell what the real appearance was. He arrived in front of Bai Yu in an instant, and stepped hard. Faced with the kick that could turn him into a two-dimensional person, the Daxia people raised their fists to meet it, and the two sides exchanged the first blow. , Bai Yu fell into the river, and the river surface seemed to be pierced by a nail, revealing a three-meter-diameter river bed, and the black shadow followed closely, and the second step fell again, the same old routine repeated, this time Bai Yu set up two Defense with one hand, the body sank again, and the black shadow floated upwards and then fell rapidly. The admonishment said that there are only three things, but the big devil turned out to be Sanyang, but this time the attack route was too monotonous, Bai Yu He would not continue to take the attack head-on for the third time. He changed his strategy, grabbed the demon's right leg, and in a sudden move, all his powerful strength turned into torque force, and he threw it towards the center of the river bank, and the black shadow hit the flowing water. , as if falling into a hard mountain wall, directly punching through the ten-meter water layer, spinning and flying up to an altitude of tens of meters. After removing the force, it stopped on the top of the giant Buddha statue again.

After three breaths, Bai Yu broke through the river and stood on the tip of the middle finger of the giant Buddha statue. He raised his head and looked at the devil on the Buddha's head.

At this time, the two of them were in no hurry to take action. In the movie, two close-up shots of the face and a panoramic view of the scene would be shown, coupled with a passionate Chinese dragon overture.

Bai Yu moves his wrists, which is unique to the surging demonic energy wrapped around Nv Xie's body. The feedback when he is beaten feels like a holy land.

(End of this chapter)