Chapter 769: Buddha's sneak attack (fifth update)

Three peak immortals.

Three peak arhats.

Three flaming flying swords.

Three Golden Light Pagodas.

The golden light aura surged into the sky, Wuqi smiled as the attack that was rushing into the golden light like a tide. He raised his hands behind his back, his eyes shone brightly, staring at the three golden arhats who were flying towards him.

The flaming flying sword that was wrapped around the Nine Heavens Bingding Pure Yang True Fire, which could melt gold and turn into iron, and best destroy all evil obstacles, slashed heavily on Wuqi's head. Amid the harsh sound of collision, Wuqi's hair did not break a single one. Instead, three flying swords were knocked into a fist-sized gap by his head, and cracks densely like spider webs covered the dazzling sword body.

The top pure Yang True Fire Demon-Slaying Heavenly Immortal Sword forged by the master craftsman of the Three Heavenly Court was shattered, and the three celestial immortals who were chanting spells and preparing to attack Wuqi with fairy arts and vomited blood and retreated. The immortal swords they had been practicing with their lives were damaged, and their souls were also shocked. The powerful immortal arts that were ready to go suddenly lost control and backfired. They were like being hit by the immortal arts that they had fully stimulated, which made them suffer cracks in their internal organs. They were so embarrassed.

Amid the screams, the golden pagoda transformed by the three vajras smashed Wuqi's head with the force of Mount Tai. Wuqi still kept moving and let the pagoda hit his head with pearls. With a loud bang, sparks splashed on Wuqi's scalp, and the golden pagoda shattered, turning into countless broken pure gold pieces and ejected everywhere.

The pagoda hit Wuqi for hundreds of millions of kilograms, but after hitting Wuqi's head, the power that came out from Wuqi's scalp was a thousand times that of the stupa's bombardment! The recoil force of hundreds of billions of kilograms made these pagodas unbearable. The pure and domineering physical force knocked the pagoda into pieces, and the three wonderful Buddha treasures immediately turned into tattered garbage.

The Arhats roared angryly, and they rushed to Wuqi's side, swaying to Wuqi as a dragon and tiger. The fist was like a dragon and a tiger, and the three golden arhats were all at the peak of the Arhat's cultivation, and they were only half a step away from the Bodhisattva's true fruit. The golden arhat they tempered had the power to move mountains and seas, and could shake the stars in a slight wave. Now the three of them hit Wuqi with all their strength, and they were confident that their fists could penetrate Wuqi's body.

Wuqi let their fists hit him, and he did not even urge his magic power to assist in physical defense. He just inhaled slightly, his muscles sank inward, and then suddenly bounced out.

The three great arhats screamed, and their fists fell on Wuqi. Chacha Wuqi's muscles were inlaid, and the fists that contained infinite power fell into nothing. Then Wuqi's muscles rebounded, and the recoil force, which was ten thousand times greater than their boxing power, rolled back like Hong Tao. The arhats felt a sharp pain surged from their fists, followed by their arms, shoulders, and then their whole body was hurt.

He spent countless reincarnations, rolled in the world for countless generations, accumulated countless merits, and exchanged for countless powers of faith to finally condense the top-level Arhat's golden body, which was like sand and dust accumulation, shattered like sand and dust, and countless golden powders were scattered, and then sucked into Wuqi's belly in one mouthful. Wuqi's natal fire burned wildly, and the chaotic spiritual energy rolled, and the three Arhat's golden bodies turned into pure heat and flowed all over his body, which strengthened his body a little more.

"Not without any small help!" Wuqi exclaimed happily, and his hands finally moved. His right hand swung out like lightning, and nine crystal white relics of the size of fists were flicked by him. The true soul of the Arhat in the relics was shattered by him, and the relics containing extremely strong spiritual consciousness and thought power were swallowed into his mouth. The chaotic spiritual energy wrapped the swallowed relics and quickly digested them into a rolling hot current and rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness. Wuqi's soul lit up, and his own spiritual consciousness became a little stronger.

The fragments of the shattered Arhat's true soul were sucked into the soul by Wuqi, and the memories of the three Arhats were quickly absorbed by him. Those mixed life experiences were abandoned by Wuqi, and he focused on the cultivation method of "The Three Treasures Spirits and the True Cang" practiced by the three Arhats. The nine chapters of the Three Treasures Spirits and the True Cang can make people cultivate from an ordinary mortal to the level of a fifteenth-grade golden immortal. If you want to develop to a higher realm, you need subsequent secret scriptures.

The inheritance obtained by these three arhats is not complete, but they are now just the top level of the arhats. They have not yet reached the realm of the Golden Immortal, and have already practiced the secret method of reaching the fifteenth level of golden immortals. It can be seen that they have received good treatment.

After easily defeating the three great arhats, Wuqi grinned at the celestial fairy who was nowhere to be looked down upon in the distance: "Three, since you are here, don't leave!"

With a crazy laugh, a large area of ​​strong wind behind Wuqi quickly condensed into a blue storm. The wind control technique in Dafeng Ge was activated, and the wind turned into three blue wind swords that were only the size of a palm roared and slashed at the three immortals in their chests. Dafeng Ge comes from the inheritance of Dafeng Zhenren, which is a powerful person who has relied on his own power to cultivate to the Taiyi realm. How could the method he inherited is a small trick?

The peak fairy had no resistance to the Feng Dao stimulated by Wuqi. They watched the Feng Dao slash in front of them, and three golden blood arrows soared into the sky. Wuqi killed the fairy with one blow. He rushed into the body of the fairy with a crack in his eyebrows like thunder and fire. Wuqi pulled down the storage ring they wore on their fingers, and his spiritual sense forced the defense restrictions on the ring.

"A poor man!" Wuqi shouted and cursed in anger.

Just now, the flying swords sacrificed by these three celestial immortals were extremely powerful and of the top celestial immortal weapon. Wuqi thought that the wealth of these three celestial immortals should be extremely rich. But they knew that their portable storage ring was empty, with only dozens of medium-grade immortal stones and a few bottles of life-saving elixirs, and even each of the top-grade immortal stones.

On the contrary, there was a golden scroll in the rings of the three poor immortals, which were written by the IOU. Wuqi's spiritual sense scanned the IOU and suddenly felt amused and crying. In order to refine the three powerful flaming fairy swords, these three people actually gathered all their wealth, but they were not enough to refine the materials for the immortal swords. Therefore, they borrowed a lot of materials from the forging master of the Heavenly Court, "Gan Jiang" to forge these three immortal swords.

"Gan Jiang? Gan Jiang is actually the master craftsman of the Heavenly Court?" Wu Qi raised his eyebrows and laughed in a low voice: "Well, if you lend money to these three poor people, you will be unlucky, and I will be unlucky too! You can't take back this account!"

With a bitter smile, Wuqi put away three immortal-level storage rings, and he rubbed the three IOUs into pieces. Only then did he realize that the immortals in the Heavenly Court can generally only use various immortal weapons standard equipment in the Heavenly Court. If you want powerful immortal swords and other objects, you need to spend a lot of materials to customize them from the Heavenly Court masters. It can be seen that the Heavenly Court is not a pure land of happiness, at least there are poor people who owe huge debts!

After sneering for a few times, Wuqi took a look at the brief battle between him and the immortals and the Arhats turned into the back mountain of Qingcheng with broken rubble. He shook his head indifferently, turned into a thread of white smoke and fled towards the North Pole.

The grudges here have been broken. Miaoyuan Daojun, Shangguan Ye and the Qingcheng Mountain monks behind Miaoyuan Daojun have been killed by him. The old friends of the sects who steal the sky and exchanged the sun were completely cleaned by Shangguan Ye. The earth and him no longer had any concerns. It is time to go back to Pangu Continent and make a plan for themselves. The old things have gone. Now his friends, his lover, and everything about him is in Pangu Continent, where is his foundation.

Miaoyuan Daojun, who was once so powerful that Wuqi and others had no power to resist in front of him, was easily crushed to death by Wuqi just like an ant. Wuqi looked back on his experiences over the years and felt that life was like a dream, which was really incredible. The true golden immortal result that a serious practitioner could not achieve in several calamities was easily reached by himself. The fortunes of the world were unpredictable, which was really terrifying and lamentable.

While feeling moved, Wuqi only felt that his heart was particularly spiritual and transparent, and his originally a little erratic and unstable state of mind became as bright and shiny as a Vajra relic, and it became extremely hard, and external objects could no longer shake his state of mind.

Flying under the blue sky and white clouds, flying above the blue sea, the strong wind whistled through his ears, Wuqi's body was refreshing and quiet, and his condition had never been so good. He flew slowly and slowly approached the Arctic Circle. The moving array he used when he arrived was in the South Pole, but Wuqi was not going to use that moving array. This was his instinct. An excellent thief would never use repetitive routes.

More than a hundred kilometers away from the North Pole, Wuqi stopped over a thick layer of ice.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated into the thick ice layer but could not find anything strange. Wuqi nodded with satisfaction. This was the wonderful ban set up by Prince Changqin and others. This ban was inherited from an ancient god under the seat of Emperor Huangdi of Xuanyuan. His supernatural power was to integrate all things into the world and completely erase the fluctuations of these items themselves. It was not a special spell, and outsiders could not find where these hidden items were.

This moving array at the North Pole was hidden by someone using such a restriction. Wuqi looked around and chanted a spell gently.

With Wuqi's spell, the ice layer below silently left a small gap, and a faint wave of spiritual energy spurted out. The moving array was just below, and with Wuqi's spell, the moving array was automatically calibrating its coordinates and locking the direction of Pangu Continent.

Just as Wuqi was about to sneak into the ice layer and return to Pangu Continent, a fat figure quietly emerged from behind him.

"Little donor, you have a fate with my Buddhist sect!"

The big monk, who was born fat and smiling, pressed his palm on Wuqi's heart with a light expression. Wuqi's whole body was shocked, and a pure and extremely hot Buddha power burst into his body, shattering his internal organs in an instant.

The great monk smiled and said in a low voice: "I am the Buddha who is in charge of the 840 million worlds of the world according to the Dharma of my Buddha! Little donor, if you kill me, sit down three guards of the Arhats, you are really destined to be with my Buddhist sect!"

Buddha Fu Tu smiled amiable, but his actions were like a storm. He hit Wuqi in succession for eighteen palms, causing his bones to roar, falling to the ice surface like a meteor.

A loud bang came, with Wuqi as the center, and the entire Arctic collapsed.
Chapter completed!