Chapter 1 Ask Jiangdong

There are thousands of winds and waves in the east of the river.

The Xiuchu River runs to the east, and the clouds on the surface of the river are churning, like a dragon and a tiger.

To the north of the Chu River, a tiger-like mountain stood in the sky. The top of the mountain sank into the clouds. Looking up, there was no end. There were thousands of red lights spraying out of it, as if there were glow.

In the clouds, a statue of the ancient Buddha looms in it, dark red as blood.

The temples on the mountain are continuous, and you can see a magnificent temple every thousand steps. These temples have different styles. In front of each temple, there will be a strange ancient Buddha. The ancient Buddhas are different. Each represents a Buddhist school, which also means a branch of Buddhism and martial arts.

Thousands of Buddhas and all the Dharma, to the end of the world.

At the top of the head, on the top of the main mountain is a dark red ancient Buddha with a height of 100 meters. The eyes of the ancient Buddha are extremely blurred. It seems that there is no opening or closing, sitting cross-legged, pointing to the sky, pointing to the ground, domineering.

It is the famous Qianfoshan Mountain, where the top ten sects ranked second in the "Killing Sect".

On the left side of Qianfo Mountain, in front of a secluded and deep cave, a black stone tablet is erected, on which is engraved with two murderous Buddhist Zen words.

"Do the heart of the Bodhisattva by means of thunder."

There is a pure black ancient Buddha at the mouth of the cave. There is a one-horn on the Buddha's forehead, and his face is ugly and ferocious.

It's dark in the hole, and it's cold.

A slender figure came from the mountain road. The man was wearing a scarlet monk's robe, with no scar on his head. His face was like a gorgeous woman, and a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was dazzling. He held a luxurious long sword in his hand, and purple gas spread like smoke on the sword body.

It's the killing monk Miao Wu.

He walked to the door of the cave, looked up at the pure black and four-meter-high ancient Buddha, bowed together, gently proclaimed the Buddha's name, and stepped into the cave.

The darkness suddenly swallowed it up, and the cold air eroded the bones.

Miao Wu's eyebrows moved, and a little white light spread from the middle of his eyebrows, all over his body, shining the dark hole like the day.

Ten thousand steps in the hole, it turned out to be amazing.

"Is it wonderful?"

An old and hoarse voice came from the end of the cave, which was unpredictable, but it seemed to explode in my ear.

The wonderful feeling is sinking all over.

The boundless pressure is overwhelming.

The dead darkness seemed to have life. It began to squirm constantly, compressing and then compressing its polar daylight. After a few breaths, there was only a thin layer close to the body, like the thinest clothes.

It is as deep as a mountain.

Miao Wu took a breath, knelt down on one knee uncontrollably, and respectfully walked a disciple's etiquette towards the east.

"I've seen Uncle Ghost."

In the middle of the east head of the cave, in the dark shadow like ink, there sat a thin old monk. He crossed his knees on the ground, and the black monk's robe was spread on the ground like a wave of water. His long hair like snow mopped the floor, and his face was blurred and unclear.

"Get up, the doll has been refined for you. The body of Longbatian is extremely tough, and the soul is also very powerful. If I hadn't used the ninth power of the 'Moha Soul Extermination' method, I'm afraid it would be difficult to make it yield."

The snow-haired old monk waved his long sleeves, and Miao Wu only felt the boundless pressure. Even his eyes suddenly opened up. The thick and superimposed darkness regressed and became thin and light. There was gradually a gray light in the air, which was the sunlight seeping down from the fine holes at the top of the cave.

"Thank you very much, uncle."

"No need." The snow-haired old monk's tone was deep, "Miaowu, you are very good. In the past three years, you have broken through the level of martial arts and thousands of people in a row. Now it is the peak of ten thousand enemies, and it is only half a step away from the master. If you look around the world, only Li Qiushui and Xiang Qingyi can fight with you. It's good."

Miao Wu said lightly, "Uncle is flattered. Miao Wu feels very ordinary."

The old monk asked, "How can it be considered excellent in your heart?"

"When to cut off Li Qiushui and the head of Qingyi, it will be excellent." The wonderful silence is like water, without a trace of murder, and it is extremely easy to say.

The snow-haired old monk shook his head: "Miaowu, you are too murderous. The martial arts of the Killing Sect pays attention to killing into the Tao, but it is not blindly killing. You can't control the murderous spirit in your heart. After all, you will be devoured by the murderous spirit and enter the devil's way."

Miao Wu smiled and tightened the purple king sword in his hand: "If you don't work hard, the disciple believes that he has a Buddha in his heart and will not enter the magic path outside the reincarnation."

"That's all. Everyone has his own fate. What is your martial arts road? Others can't interfere. The 'Thousand Killing King Buddha' heart method you practice is unique. At the extreme, you can tear up the world and become a martial saint. You can take care of yourself and don't be mistaken by the murderous spirit."

The old monk sighed and stopped talking.

Miao Wu nodded. He walked five meters in front of the old monk and turned his head to the left.

On the left side, there is a 20-meter-square pond. The pond is full of black water and smoke. The huge body of Longbatian penetrates the pool and has no light.

"Uncle, how long will it take for this doll to be good?" Miao Wu asked.

"Don't worry, you must be able to lose your soul within 15 days and listen to your command."

"That's good. I won't disturb your uncle's cultivation. Good bye."

Miao Wu bowed and turned around and walked out of the cave. He just stopped at the entrance of the cave and asked, "Uncle, is there really a quiet world of the Buddha's ten directions in this world?"

The snow-haired old monk frowned, "Miao Wu, why did you say this?"

"When I went to sea, I heard the creator 'confused' to mention the world of divine thoughts. Infinite fasation, even the dragon Batian, who has reached the supreme realm, is also yearning for it. Disciples don't understand, is there any other place in the world that can make such a strong martial artist's soul dream about? Isn't this a quiet place?"

"Miaowu, you have thought about it. Shifang is quietly in your heart. When can you get rid of your murderous spirit, and when you can naturally understand it."

"In this case, it's the disciple's thought. Fifteen days later, Hua Yanfa will pass, and the disciple will come to listen to your old instruction."

After saying that, Miao Wu's body vertically broke out of the hole like an arrow.

There was a dead silence in the cave. After a while, the snow-haired old monk said lightly, "You have been here for so long, why don't you show up?"

A chuckle came from the right corner of the cave, shrouded in black fog. Shi Shiran, a man in black robe with a pale face like snow, came out, with his hands behind him, and a pair of red pupils flashed.

"Did you tell the world of Miao Wu Nian? Aren't you afraid that the adults above will blame you?" The snow-haired old monk is slightly dissatisfied.

"You look at me too highly. I didn't say a word." The man in black smiled and found a clean corner and sat down: "Your nephew is not simple. He travels endlessly. He didn't say a word, but he remembered what he saw and heard in his heart. In the world of divine thoughts, he also heard what Long Batian said, but he didn't expect it. I think you hide it from him."

"It doesn't matter. As long as the dragon heart ring is still in your and my hands, what can he do even if he knows the divine world? God's mind is connected to the sky, but he is a martial artist. If his mind is not open, how can he enter the world of divine thoughts? The snow-haired old monk didn't think so.

"Well, you have to hide from the five messengers of Xuanyuan to enter the world of mind, and you still need the treasures of the beasts and birds. Don't let him do bad things." The man in black is a little cautious.

"No, he is a martial arts idiot. He has been trapped by murderous spirit in his heart. Sooner or later, he will become the next 'unintentional Buddha'. What's more, your and my plan is close to success. Now it's enough to hide it from Xuanyuan Five Envoys."

"Oh, it's difficult." The man in black sighed, "It's less than a month before my 'incarnation day', but I've been restless recently. I'm really afraid of accidents."

"Do you have any feelings in your heart?" The snow-haired old monk also looked a little surprised.

"It's not complete, but it's really uneasy." The man in black sighed and said, "It is said that your brother is going to lift the 'bloodthirsty order'. Can't he hold it? Do you want to do anything about Jiangnan martial arts?

"Who knows?" The snow-haired old monk smiled and said, "My brother is stupid and dull. He thinks that the peak of power is just the martial arts world of the mainland, reaching the realm of the god of war, but he doesn't know that there is a cave in the world. There is a smarter world in addition to the god of martial arts. The ultimate of the body is just becoming a god. There are thousands of divine thoughts, creating a new world. Is it the ultimate in power, God of War? The leader of the world? A secular king? A generation of gods, compared with this, are all flying ash.

"Not bad." The man in black robe stroked his palm and smiled, "Only if I can enter the realm of divine thoughts, I can't create my own world and take care of the world. However, don't let idle people make mistakes. The blood king, one of the five envoys of Xuanyuan, gave me an order the day before yesterday to deal with a boy named Wu Pengwei, old ghost, you have to help me."

Wu Pengwei? The rising star of the Jiangnan Wuwang Conference? Don't worry, I will let the disciples of the 'Killing Sect' take care of him.

"Okay, I'll go back now. I'll come to you if I have something to do." The man in black robe got up and patted his robe. The figure turned into thousands of black fog and disappeared.

The hole was suddenly shrouded in black light, and there was no longer a trace of light and a dead silence.

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Out of the endless sea, the vision is broad.

The vast clouds and smoke are on the sea. Looking back, the endless sea is like a cluster of colorful fog, like a dream.

Wu Pengwei and others drove a small boat out to sea. On the way, they parted ways with Mr. Shuijing and others. They just told Wu Pengwei before leaving. Half a month later, they saw Zibi Mountain in Jiangbei.

Aoki and Xing Tianwu, and Wu Pengwei asked them to go back to Wuwang City to meet the founder "mi" and Chen Tian and others, ask how the power is cultivated, and by the way, they took several paintings he made after going to sea to auction.

The endless trip to the sea, although it could not get new martial arts skills, it opened Wu Pengwei's mind. His previous thoughts and thoughts have changed greatly. Both the paintings and the martial arts created have reached a higher level.

He also lost his words and returned to Jiangbei with his master, saying that he was going to a friend's appointment. Before leaving, he must be reluctant to leave. His wisp of love is still tied to the mermaid beauty "Min", which is unforgettable.

The dust of the endless sea has settled, and Chi Hongling became the new water emperor. Unfortunately, the dragon clan has been killed and injured. Except for Chi Hongling, there is no dragon beast. Thousands of years later, 'Fire Glass' will also become a unique song.

The princess of the mermaid clan was also entrusted by Wu Pengwei to assist Chi Hongling in managing the endless sea. However, the endless sea is vast, and most of the sea beasts are strong and fierce. The road of the water emperor may not be smooth and smooth, but I'm afraid it will be bumpy all the way.

But these have nothing to do with him, Wu Pengwei.

He must go to Jiangbei to find Miao Wu and ask him about the whereabouts of the Longxin ring. And, he also gave Miao Wu a sword to himself.

That sword is magnificent and unstoppable.

But Wu Pengwei must defeat Miaowu. Even if it is more or less auspicious, he can't be afraid.

Martial arts practitioners lose their courage with a sense of courage, even if they are skillful, in vain.

"The quality of the power of qi and blood is really high. My power of qi and blood can't compete with him at all. I must find a better way to practice qi, refine the power of qi and blood, and produce changes. Only then can I compete with it. Why don't I go to the south of the Yangtze River and discuss it with Brother Gui Shura?"

He stood on the canoe and meditated. Suddenly, the boat stopped, and it was difficult to move forward at all.

Wu Pengwei looked up and saw that the canoe was stranded. And not far from the boat, on the beach, a burly man was sitting on a stone, carrying a huge axe the size of a facade on his left shoulder, with a fierce expression.

The strangest thing is that he has a head that is very different from ordinary people.

It turned out to be the face of a tiger's head!