After ten years of cold window, you told me it was Zongwu?

"Formation!"

"Martial arts people play formations, it's simply not doing their job properly!"

My heart was angry, but there was nothing I could do.

In fact, he completely forgot.

Shaolin also engages in formations, such as Prajna Formation and Arhat Formation, and there are many types.

These are Shaolin's world-famous formations, and they have used these formations to bully the masters of the rivers and lakes.

It's just that he feels uncomfortable now that he is in another place.

……

In the quiet room.

After absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for three hours in a row, Su Han stopped until his mind was exhausted and he could no longer refine his true energy.

At this point, the air sea has been filled to 0%... [-]

It doesn't look like much, but it's actually quite a lot.

According to Su Han's rough estimate, it is roughly equivalent to the amount of true energy of an ordinary master in ten years.

And his true essence, in addition to quantity, also has quality.

The quality is at least dozens of times that of ordinary masters. Within the same realm, his ten years of true energy is enough to crush the power of other people's 200 years of true energy.

When he settled down, Su Han looked at his dantian internally, and with a movement in his heart, the cauldron of breath in his dantian started to rotate.

Break through the master and personally experience the power of heaven and earth.

He has a stronger understanding of the power of heaven and earth.

Based on the ancient jade of good fortune, the new Jiuding body training method began to be formed, the cauldron of qi and blood changed, and the connection between the heaven and the earth became stronger.

Ordinary body refiners are only physically strong, but they cannot connect with the world for a long time, and are born weak.

And he has studied all kinds of methods, and has already deduced the art of body training to a very high level, breaking the conventional restrictions.

The cauldron of qi and blood connects the heaven and the earth, and immediately swallows the aura of the heaven and the earth.

The cauldron shook, and streaks of blood-colored textures appeared in the sky, and a huge and incomparably pure gold cauldron also appeared in the sky, like a magic weapon of a fairy, suppressing the world.

"Even if you use your body as a seed, you must first absorb the power of the heavens and the earth, and then transcend the heavens and the earth after you reach perfection." A clear understanding rose in Su Han's heart, "The art of body training in this world has been cut off from the beginning to the end Contact, it is too difficult to grow."

"If pregnancy is used as a metaphor, the physical body cultivated by the body refining method in this world is just a premature baby, or it is simply a freak."

The aura of heaven and earth is infused, and the cauldron of qi and blood is becoming more and more harmonious, like the accompanying things of the avenue, floating and sinking in the dantian, and appearing in the sky.

About an hour later, the cauldron shook and disconnected from heaven and earth on its own initiative.

Su Han looked inside his dantian, and found that the ten suns on the cauldron of qi and blood were brighter, and the mountains and rivers were more vivid, adding a bit of inexplicable charm.

The physical body was fed back by the cauldron of qi and blood, and its strength also increased by 160%, reaching a giant of [-] million catties. If it exploded, the strength would be even more terrifying.

It is not far from the first tripod's consummation.

In fact, it is not appropriate to simply calculate the power data now.

Because the cauldron of qi and blood is connected to the heaven and the earth, and the power of the heaven and the earth is handy with it, the power that can be exerted in one blow is definitely not comparable to that bit of data.

The power of heaven and earth in a radius of several miles exploded, turning into a blow, definitely comparable to a small nuclear weapon in later generations.

Opening his eyes, a divine light flashed in the quiet room.

Standing up, Su Han only felt that his height had grown again, reaching 1.9 meters.

"It's time to clean up Shaolin." Su Han's eyes were cold, "Otherwise, others would think I'm afraid!"

Previously, he was only afraid of the sweeping monk, but now he has broken through. As long as the sweeping monk is not a celestial being or a land god, why should he be afraid?

In addition to revenge, there is actually a more practical issue - money!

Shaolin, as the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, is very popular, and there must be a lot of money.

This is also one of the motivations for Su Han to prepare for revenge on Shaolin.

Push open the door of the quiet room and come outside.

"Master, have you already broken through?" Ah Zi came up.

Su Han nodded: "You stay here, I will come whenever I go."

The voice fell, and it had gone far.

Qin Mengyao felt a little regretful: "Mr. Su is leaving, the enemy who came to Tianshan Mountain today may not be left alive."

She wanted to rescue, but she didn't dare to go against Su Han's will.

The Shenwu Zhuxian Formation is still running endlessly.

The Divine Martial Zhuxian Formation composed of innate masters was too long-lasting, and Xuan Cheng, who lasted to the peak of the master, felt that he was going to be consumed to death.

Prajna hall disciples died one by one, at this time, he has become a lonely family.

As he was concentrating on his vigilance, he saw the Shenwu Zhuxian Formation stop, receding like a tide.

Before he could be happy, he saw a tall and straight figure appearing not far away, his expression was indifferent, his steps were leisurely, as if he was strolling in a courtyard, but Xuan Cheng was shocked.

This man's spirit is connected with the heaven and the earth, and every step seems to be in his heart, which greatly increases his pressure.

"Grand master master?" Xuan Cheng was shocked, "You are an evil king!"

Su Han proudly said, "It's me. Shaolin has deceived me several times, what do you have to say today?"

"Hmph!" Xuan Cheng forced himself to be calm, "The evil king seems to have a winning ticket in his hands. He has never fought before, so who knows the result."

Before the words were finished, he had already performed a reed crossing the river light kung fu and rushed to Su Han.

"I've never seen someone who is so active in sending someone to die." Su Han chuckled, his hand was like lightning, and it landed on Xuan Cheng's head.

With a slight twist and a click, Xuan Cheng's head was grabbed like a gourd.

From the beginning to the end, Xuan Cheng's expression didn't change at all, he didn't expect that he was so unbearable as a grand master.

"Clean the battlefield." Su Han threw Xuan Cheng's head on the ground, "Leave this head, I want to give Shaolin a big gift."

"Yes."

The disciples of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions spoke in unison, and their eyes were filled with admiration.

The young master is really too strong!

The enemy who could not be wiped out after hundreds of people had been fighting for so long, the young master just stretched out his hand lightly, and wiped out the enemy.

What kind of divine power is this? !

Back in the other courtyard, Ah Zi was puzzled: "Master, are you back?"

"The enemy has been dealt with, and they will come back naturally!" Su Han looked indifferent, "I'll go to Shaolin later, are you interested in joining in the fun with me?".

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"Think twice, Mr. Wang." Wang Yuyan frowned, a little worried, "Shaolin is the ancestral home of the Zen sect, you are only a master now, how can you take risks yourself. If something happens, won't you make us widows?"

A'Zhu echoed: "Yes. Young master, you are not alone now, but the leader of a party, so why put yourself in danger."

Zhong Ling, Mu Wanqing and others also followed suit.

"It doesn't matter." Su Han chuckled, "With my current strength, even if there are great masters in Shaolin, there is no danger. Besides, there are vultures, I can still run if I can't beat it, there is no problem in terms of safety."

"Then Ah Zi doesn't have to go." Wang Yuyan sighed softly, "Otherwise it's easy to be delayed."

A'Zi was dissatisfied immediately: "Why am I slowing down, as long as I'm not a master, I'll show you how many times I come."

Wang Yuyan smiled lightly: "Then it's useless if you go. No matter how many people are below the great master, it's useless. Your husband can handle it."

Ling Shuanghua: "I think what Sister Wang said is right. Brother Su is going to go alone. You can attack if you advance, and you can defend if you retreat."

Ah Zi was silent for a moment.

What's up with these women!

I, Ah Zi, just want to fight the world with my master, none of you are willing.

You must be jealous of me!

Su Han pondered: "Forget it, then I'll go alone."

After finishing speaking, he summoned the vultures, leaped up with his sword in hand, and said, "Go east!"

……

Songshan.

Shaolin.

The ancestral home of the Zen sect is full of incense, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims every day, bringing massive wealth to Shaolin.

In fact, for Shaolin, these incense money can only be regarded as floating wealth.

The real wealth of Shaolin lies in the fields. At the foot of Songshan Mountain, nearly [-] hectares of land are privately owned by Shaolin.

These fields can turn in nearly 600 million shi of grain to Shaolin every year, and there is no need to pay taxes.

It is conceivable how fat Shaolin is. If it weren't for the weak Zhao family in the Northern Song Dynasty, how could the royal family allow this kind of existence that is similar to a country within a country.

A temple occupying the land of several counties is simply appalling.

This is also the reason why emperors of all dynasties liked to destroy Buddha.

There is no essential difference between the evil of Buddhism and the annexation of land by aristocratic families.

Even worse - they have extrajudicial privileges, don't serve, don't pay taxes, they're worms.

30 in the morning.

A group of monks were carrying pointed buckets, with their arms outstretched, running on the rugged mountain path, like nimble apes, but the water in the buckets was only gently rippling, not spilling out at all.

"Amazing!"

A child from a tenant family saw it, and looked at the middle-aged man in bunt clothes beside him, with bright eyes, "Daddy, I want to go to Shaolin to learn martial arts when I grow up."

"Snapped!"