The cultivation system of the Tianwu Continent is divided into acquired, innate, grandmaster, and great master. This belongs to the realm of mortal world, and then it is transcendence and the realm of the primordial spirit. This realm is divided into three steps, the first step is concentrating the mind, the second step is transforming the spirit, and the third step is true god.

The soul is after returning to the emptiness. This realm is divided into three levels, and the first level is Tongxuan. Wang Lao is in this realm. It is as simple as killing a powerful person in the true god to death.

The second level is Dharma image, and the colorless old monk who just appeared is this level.

The third level is to return to the truth, all things are united, and to achieve the true self.

After returning to the void, there is another level of realm called the heavenly being. This realm is too illusory. People in the world now don’t know if there are anyone who has reached it.

Above the heavens, the void is broken and ascended to the sky. This is the real legend. It is rumored that the Taizu of the Great Chu had ascended to Qingming.

This time, in order to take revenge, Jinguang Temple first used the elders of the Bati Sect as a test to attract drunkards. Then Zen Master Wumei appeared and wanted to kill the drunkards, he caught Wang Lao.

Mr. Wang is the powerful person in the first step to return to the emptiness and Tongxuan realm. He is the real target of Jinguang Temple. Killing him will surely make the dynasty sad, and then he will take advantage of the situation to obtain the Heart Sutra of the Dead Wood.

This is why he has been hiding on one side and exploring the void at the same time. After finding that there was no snooping, the colorless old monk appeared and then took action without hesitation.

Mr. Wang just smiled coldly, but at some point an ancient mirror appeared in his hand. When the light turned, the void cracked open, and a spear tip immediately appeared, breaking the colorless old monk's fingers.

Behind the tip of the gun is a strong dragon horse with dragon horns. It sounds like a horse's roar and a dragon's roar, shaking crisply and trembling in the sky, spreading loudly throughout the mountains and fields, making all beasts hibernate.

This dragon and horse was covered with snow-white body and had no trace of color.

He stepped out of the air, sat upright on the dragon and horse.

The white hair is like a waterfall, floating in the sky.

White clothes are better than snow, spotless.

The eyebrows are as thin as willows and the lips are as thin as pills.

A beautiful face is better than the worldly beauty.

However, this is a man with a silver gun in his hand.

"Bai Like Snow!"

The old monk with color narrowed his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and rolled up Zen Master Wumei and suddenly retreated ten thousand meters away.

"The old monk Wuse, without meditating on meditation, ran to the mundane world. Since you have come, you are destined to fall into the world's desires and obstacles!"

The white as snow is indifferent.

"How could you show up?" The old monk without color was leaping his eyes. After saying that, he suddenly realized, "All this is your plan?"

"I know a secret!" Bai Ruxue said lightly, "The Vedic temple was destroyed by Taizu back then, but it still has a complete inheritance hidden in the void. Only by practicing the Heart Sutra of Dead Wood can it be opened, right?"

"You actually know this secret. It must be what Emperor Taizu Chu did? It's his ability. Since he knows it, it shouldn't be difficult to find it?"

The colorless old monk obviously admitted it.

"Who can know the thoughts of Taizu's hometown?" Bai Ruxue said, "Your Golden Light Temple has grown stronger by spreading the Vedic Temple. Naturally, I am eager to obtain a more complete inheritance. How can I miss the Heart Sutra of Dead Wood? Now only Emperor Chu, Chu Yunfei and Chu Yang have read the entire contents."

"Chu Yunfei is in the imperial city, and it is difficult for you to get in touch. Only that little guy Chu Yang was born in the countryside and had no foundation and was easy to control. I took the opportunity to help the fire and drove him out!"

Bai Ruxue said slowly, "I have killed many of your backbone forces in succession and lost the old monk Baimei. With your personality of protecting your shortcomings, I will definitely take revenge. Isn't this just a trick? If you want to hunt the little king, I will hunt you!"

"What a white Ruxue, what a champion Hou!" said the old monk Wuhuo shook his head again, "With your ability, you may be able to suppress me, but if you want to kill me, it is still not enough!"

"How can you know if you don't try it?"

Bai Ruxue's voice fell, and he threw it casually, and saw an ancient ring growing in the wind, instantly turning into a size of thousands of feet, hanging high in the air.

"Wusheng Zhan Qiao? Bai Ruxue, how dare you?"

The colorless old monk showed a look of shock and anger.

"Please!"

Bai Ruxue's silver spear pointed, and Wusheng's battle fell two chaotic lights, rolled him and the old monk Wu's body, and appeared on the ring.

Two people appeared in the ring in a sky, a thousand feet tall.

Bai Ruxue riding a dragon horse, and the colorless old monk who was still shocked and angry.

On the ridge, the drunkard was stunned and said for a long time: "Bai Ruxue, could it be him?"

"It's him!" Mr. Wang nodded, showing respect, "He is the second-generation champion Hou, with a peerless talent, overwhelming his generation, and there is no match for him."

"Rumor, he was born with white hair and named Bai Ruxue."

The drunkard interjected.

"He practiced martial arts at the age of six, was innate, and was ten-year-old master. He was only sixteen years old. He opened up a total of 240 acupoints and entered the realm of the great master. In just one year, he broke through again and reached the realm of concentrating the mind." Wang Lao said, "Then it was the real time for dragons to soar. He fought against the evil demons of the northern wilderness, fought against millions of volcanoes in the southern border, went deep into the western abyss, and stepped into the dragon abyss of the East Sea. In the southern domain, he subdued the dragon horse, and in the East Sea, he refined a silver dragon into a gun, and then could not hide!"

"Rumored that his talent and high understanding are no worse than the first-generation champion Hou, nor as weak as the third emperor, and he chases Taizu." The drunkard was shocked, and then smiled bitterly, "Who could have thought that he was the former champion Hou?"

Mr. Wang showed a strange look, "Although he is a man, he has a good appearance and is ashamed to kill the so-called peerless beauty."

The drunkard smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Old Wang, what is Wusheng Zhanying? Why did the old monk Wu's face change drastically after seeing it?"

Although he is a strong man of his generation, he is still too far from the level of Mr. Wang.

"Wusheng Battle Beat, this is a treasure left by ancient times. It has few functions, but it is also very powerful." Wang Lao explained, "Once it is sacrificed, the master can designate an opponent to appear on the Battle Beat and fight. If one person is not killed, he will not be able to escape from the Battle Beat."

"The master cannot be relieved, either?"

The drunkard narrowed his eyes and seemed to have a simple function. When it is used in special times, it will definitely have a shocking effect.

"I don't know what the specific thing is!" Mr. Wang shook his head, "There is another function that is to be against the sky, that is, to be hard, and even a strong man like Bai Ruxue can't shake the slightest."

"If this is the case, I'm afraid it's not a mortal thing!"

Drunkard.

The battle of thousands of feet widened again, reaching a size of five hundred miles, floating high in the sky, exuding a desolate and heavy aura, spreading across the eight wildernesses, alarming the nine heavens and ten earths.

In the imperial city, the Emperor of Chu sat upright on the dragon throne and looked to the north.

“Has it started?”

Emperor Chu murmured in his heart.

He didn't care about Chu Tianliang coming out, and he didn't care about slaughtering the Zhenshan Palace. But when he looked at Wusheng Zhanying in the northern sky, he showed a hint of nervousness and eager expectation.

To the north, deep in the ice abyss, the old man sitting cross-legged in the darkness had a faint gaze.

"The Great Chu Dynasty? Hey, what a Great Chu Dynasty!" The old man who was in harmony with evil and compassion smiled, "How can Jinguang Temple let it go if you do this? This may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

In the Golden Light Temple.

The abbot of the Main Hall can only sit at the end.

Here, there were more than ten old monks with aura as scented as the sea. They looked north at the same time, with a blank expression and a calm eyes.

"I've been plotted!"

One of them said.

“From the beginning, it’s targeting us!”

"The Heart Sutra of Dead Wood is the most important thing, and you must get it."

"The other little guy has taken the risk of exploring his memory. Everything about the Heart Sutra of the Dead Wood has long been erased."

"We can't enter the palace, so we can only attack that little guy Chu Yang. Who knows that this is a game!"

"Now Senior Brother Wuse has fallen into the Wusheng battle, what can I do?"

"That's the second-generation champion Hou Bai Ruxue, I'm afraid there will be many dangers!"

"This is too much deception. If we don't resist, we will really become a joke!"

"How to resist?"

These old monks were talking about it, but the last sentence made them sink at the same time.

"Union with the other three holy places!"

"They can only sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight!"

"We take the lead. If the imperial city reacts fiercely and attacks the mountain gate, they will never sit idly by. Otherwise, the next target will be them!"

In the end, they decided to discuss it.

In the void, messages were immediately transmitted, communicating with each other and communicating with each other.

In the north, on the ridge, Chu Yang killed four other people, and then narrowed his eyes and looked in one direction.

After a moment, he showed a shock.

“That’s…!”

When Wusheng Zhanying appeared in the sky, Chu Yang's eyes had narrowed to the size of a needle point.

"It's really a good show!"
Chapter completed!