I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

But when Lin Meng was about to stab this terrifying shot, a majestic Buddha voice rang in his ears, as solemn as the mantra of the Great Buddha and the singing of thousands of monks.

This voice rushed into Lin Meng's mind with a powerful psychic power, shaking Lin Meng from the mystery of the saint's teaching in his memory, and the shot stopped immediately.

The reminiscence in Lin Meng's eyes passed away, the divine consciousness was separated from the memory, and his mind was instantly clear, and even the sacred majesty of the Buddha's drink remained in his sea of ​​knowledge.

Lin Meng looked back and saw that the city gate opened at some unknown time, and an old bald monk with a pale beard and a rickety figure came out from it.

The old monk walked past Wu Chan under the city gate, walked to Lin Meng's side, and smiled meaningfully at Lin Meng.

Suddenly Lin Meng's heart was alert and his thoughts were not good. Because he could not reveal his identity a thousand years ago, he chose the saint method passed on to him by his master, but he forgot that this is the city of Ten Thousand Buddhas, which also has a court of saints. Most of the old monk's appearance was something he saw.

Lin Meng couldn’t see through the old monk’s cultivation realm, and he didn’t dare to easily speculate about his strength and combat power. Just from the buddha shout just now, Lin Meng knew that this old monk was definitely a master, at least the control of the soul was in the realm of sight. , Close to the micro-existence.

Even if it is the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas, Lin Meng can’t guarantee that the other party will covet his own saint’s secret method. After all, the temptation of the word “sage” is extraordinary. As far as Lin Meng is concerned, the only person who can be trusted is the Xuantian Sect, who is the first city of Ten Thousand Buddhas, who can really come into contact with the Saint level.

And the old man in front of him was obviously not the contemporary Xuantian master and Xinyou master who was rumored to have walked the world like a handsome young man.

Thinking of this, Lin Meng suddenly felt uneasy, holding the spear in his hand, slowly backing two steps, and distanced himself from the old monk.

The squatting old monk didn't take care of Lin Meng too much. He just gave him a meaningful smile and then turned his head, looked at the four masters of Shenxuan in front of him, and asked with a smile in his mouth:

"You guys, for some reason, dare to make trouble on the boundaries of the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Believe it or not, the poor monks suppressed all of you under the stupa of the Foding Temple and made you reflect on the last ten or eight years?"

The four Divine Profound Realm masters on the opposite side frowned when the old monk appeared, and even the high-crowned old man with the highest strength at this time was slightly embarrassed, and said in a deep voice:

"You don't come here unharmed, I am waiting to come here today to apprehend the demon monk. Fellow Daoist, as the number one Dharma king of Buddhism in the world, please be considerate of the right way in the world. Don't protect this demon monk."

"Fellow?"

The old monk smiled, his tone of sarcasm was awe-inspiring, and the next moment, the old monk's figure suddenly swelled, from the appearance of a rickety and thin old man into a muscular knot, his appearance The mighty and extraordinary old monk, even his figure has been raised a lot.

It is Tibetan Yuanshu!This person is the guardian of the city of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the great master of supernatural powers!

Lin Meng heard the name of the old man, saw his swollen figure, recognized this person, and recognized the secret technique he used.

Zang Yuan Shu is a secret technique for life extension, it is the superior of breath holding technique and turtle breath technique. The body is restrained, and the figure is thin and withered. It can not see the slightest strength of cultivation. It can reduce physical consumption and prolong life. It can burst out when necessary.

Under the stupa of the City of Ten Thousand Buddhas in the past, the old monks who have been sealed off as their background have used this spell, some of which can last for four to five hundred years.

Lin Meng had seen this kind of secret technique back then, but it was too advanced, and he would not be able to see it with his current spiritual perception if he didn't take the initiative to expose it. It was only then that he recognized it.

"Boy, a few years ago, I saw a poor monk and yelled one by one senior. Now that I have broken through to the momentary state, I have changed my tongue and called fellow daoists."

He just listened to the old monk with supernatural powers tilting his neck, his whole body creaking, and the old man with a high crown who looked at the opposite Lu Yuezong talking in a playful tone.

The next moment, a powerful breath burst out of the supernatural power master. Although it was the same instantaneous state as the high-crowned old man, it was twice as strong as it was not comparable. The pressing Lin Meng was even stepping back several steps in a row. A little cold sweat came out.

As expected, he is a master who can use Tibetan Yuanshu to prolong life. This body's cultivation base has almost entered the profound enlightenment. Looking at this breath, it is estimated that he is still a master of intensive physical body and internal strength!

Lin Meng secretly marveled. The oppression he felt was not only the oppression from the pure and huge cultivation base zhenqi, but also a huge blood qi erupting from the old monk.

"The poor monk gives you two choices. One is to get out of yourselves, and the second is to get out after being beaten by the poor monk."

The supernatural power master stood straight across from the four divine profound things, and spoke indifferently, and did not put the four divine profound things in his eyes in the slightest, and waves of misty white smoke rose from his body.

Blood is like a dragon, soaring into the sky!

Lin Meng recognized this vision, which is a unique sign of the strong in the genre of physical training, which was rare even in Lin Meng thousands of years ago.

The four gods on the opposite side looked ugly at this time and didn't want to be an enemy of the old monk, but they refused to easily retreat and lost their face.

Thinking that they were coming fiercely, such a big battle was first stopped by a kid who had just entered the fairyland for a long time. If they were then threatened and sullied back, it would not be embarrassing to lose their home.

At this time, they did not speak, and they were in a stalemate with the supernatural power master. After a while, the supernatural power master seemed impatient and stretched out three fingers and said:

"The poor monk counts to three, if you don't get out, the poor monk will have to teach you a lesson."

Hearing this, the expressions of the four gods became even more ugly. Among them, the strongest old man with a high crown said in a deep voice:

"Why should fellow Daoist be so aggressive, offending me to protect this full-sex demon monk?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the high-crowned old man's voice fell, the supernatural power master shouted, his voice was deafening, and it actually lined the clouds in the sky.

"You deserve it too!"

On these rivers and lakes, if it is said that the most hot-tempered person in the world, that chaotic Tianzun Pei Ji is the number one, and if he makes a difference, he will hit others with a stick.

And this magical master is ranked second. Although he doesn't give the opponent the slightest chance to excuse like Pei Ji did, it is not a kind of patience and kindness. Right now his only kind of mercy has been exhausted by the opponent. .

Just listen to the old monk with a disdainful smile and say:

"You are also worthy to talk to the poor monks and peers. The poor monks are so old, your master is still wearing a bellyband.

Don't blame the poor monk for not giving you the opportunity. You can't grasp it. If you have to choose the second one, the poor monk will do you well."

As soon as the old monk's voice fell, he saw his hands clasped together, his true energy agitated, and a great Buddha statue with a thousand hands as high as a hundred feet suddenly appeared behind him!

What an amazing inner strength!Lin Meng looked at the huge Buddha Faxiang and was amazed in his heart. You must know that the larger the volume, the more True Qi is consumed. Such a large Buddha Faxiang is one of the few in Lin Meng’s experience. !