Sign In Buddha’s Palm

"Finally a great consummation."

Su Qin got up slowly, his eyes were calm, and he said softly.

A first-grade great master, after the transformation of the god, the flesh, and the inner force, if there is no progress, it is the first-grade great perfection.

What is Dzogchen?

That is, one has already cultivated to the extreme in the first-rank realm, and if one goes a step further, it is the 'Arhat' status of Buddhism, or the martial arts myth of the rivers and lakes.

This is a great perfection.

Of course, in order to truly attain the status of 'Arhat' or the myth of martial arts, one also needs to grasp the wisps of qi in the universe.

However, this strand of qi has no effect on the strength of the first-grade great perfection. The first-grade great perfection that has grasped this strand of qi is similar to the first-grade great perfection that has not been grasped.

"The three transformations of the physical body, the spiritual sense, and the internal force have made me no longer have any shortcomings. At this time, I can really be called the strongest under the Arhat!"

There seems to be an inexplicable vortex in the depths of Su Qin's pupils slowly turning.

His physical energy and blood are unprecedentedly prosperous, and his spiritual sense is abundant, which can almost affect reality, and his internal power is completely liquefied.

At this moment, Su Qin can completely attack the realm of 'Arhat' and reach a height that countless warriors in the world can hardly look up to.

But Su Qin didn't do that.

Abbot Huiwen's lessons are in front of him like a lesson from the past. With the accumulation of Abbot Huiwen's background, there should be no problem in stepping into the first rank, but due to his eagerness to achieve success, he finally went into trouble and almost died.

The difference between Su Qin and Abbot Huiwen is that.

Abbot Huiwen went into trouble, and Su Qin came to save him, but if Su Qin went into trouble, it can be said that there is no one in the sky and the earth to save.

Even if the 'Tuo' Luohan was resurrected, it might not be able to save Su Qin.

"Not urgent."

"Take it easy."

"Wait a few months, adjust your mentality to the best, and then prepare for a breakthrough."

Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated.

At this moment, he has been completely consummated in terms of physical body, spiritual sense, and internal strength, and he cannot advance an inch. He only needs to adjust his mentality.

for the rest of the time.

Su Qin's practice that has been completely put down, except for the daily check-in, seems to be really like a monk who sweeps the floor, rising from the sun and resting at the sunset.

Chanting Buddhist scriptures with the disciples of the various schools.

Listen carefully to the teachings of the head abbot.

at the same time.

Deep in the Western Desert.

The Western Desert is located in the extreme west of the mainland, bordering the vast sea.

If Hanhai is still inhabited, then Western Desert is a complete forbidden area for life.

A million miles is a desert.

Even warriors, if they are trapped in the Western Desert and fail to find their way, will starve to death due to lack of water and food.

And this moment.

Demon Sect disciple Kun Kong is walking in the depths of the Western Desert.

The scorching sun swelled into the sky, exuding terrifying heat. If it weren't for Kun Kong, who was a rank four martial artist and could use his internal strength to barely slow down the water loss in his body, he would have been reduced to a mummified corpse by now.

"Demon Lord, if you don't show up again, I'm really going to die here."

Kun Kong's lips were dry and cracked, and his breath was extremely weak.

More than four years ago, all the high-level officials of the upper three realms of the Demon Sect were cleaned by an unknown holy monk overnight, and Kun Kong thought of the previous Demon Sect master coming to Ximo to close in the seclusion.

In order to revive the Demon Sect, Kun Kong came to the Western Desert without hesitation, and wanted to find the previous Demon Sect Master, ask him to leave the customs, and shelter the Demon Sect disciples.

But unfortunately.

For four full years, Kun Kong walked in the Western Desert for four full years, not to mention the previous Demon Sect Master, even if he didn't see a single person.

"Could it be that my Demon Sect is doomed to decline, and I have to die here too?"

Kun Kong knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes full of despair.

After staying in this ghost place for four years, Kun Kong was not only tortured physically, but also suffered unprecedented mental damage.

If it wasn't for the obsession in his heart, Kun Kong would have given up long ago.

Sudden.

at this time.

Rumble.

A huge roar came.

Kun Kong looked up subconsciously, and saw a sandstorm that seemed to connect the sky and the earth quickly hit.

In the Western Desert, the most terrifying place is not the lack of water or food, but the natural disaster.

Even a warrior of the upper three realms would be smashed to pieces under such a large-scale sandstorm.

"Never mind."

"Even if you die, you can't be starved to death by thirst."

Kun Kong seemed to have figured out something, barely stood up, not only did not escape, but walked in the direction of the sandstorm.

only.

As Kun Kong kept approaching the sandstorm, Yu Guang suddenly noticed something.

"That is?"

Kun Kong's face changed greatly, as if he saw some kind of incredible scene.

I saw that in the depths of the sandstorm, a black dot came slowly.

Wherever this black spot went, the extremely violent sand and dust avoided them one after another.

The black spot came quickly, and you could vaguely see that it was a man in a black robe.

Under Kun Kong's incredible gaze, the black-robed man walked to him and stopped.

"Blood Transformation Art? Are you my Demon Sect disciple?"

The black-robed man glanced at Kun Kong and said slowly.

His voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Demon Lord."

"You are the devil!!"

Kunkong's heart set off a huge wave, and without hesitation, he knelt on the ground again with a thud, and shouted: "Kunkong, the disciple of the devil, I have seen the devil!"

"Demon Lord?"

A smile appeared on the black-robed man's face: "No one has called me that for a long time."

"Go ahead."

"What's the matter with me?"

The black-robed man looked at Kun Kong and said slowly.

He stayed in this Western Desert for fifty years, forging himself in this harsh environment day and night, almost forgetting the passage of time, and even more forgetting that there is a magic gate outside.

"Demon Lord, my Demon Gate is destroyed."

Kun Kong raised his head with a sad expression.

"Destroyed?"

The black-robed man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the black-robed man didn't care about the Demon Sect, no matter what, he was the master of the Demon Sect after all.

For the black-robed man, the Demon Gate is like his private property, which can be ignored, but if others come up to destroy it, they are provoking the black-robed man.

"Demon Lord, more than four years ago, an unknown holy monk from Shaolin Temple knocked on the door and cleaned up many of the elders and sect masters of the upper three realms at that time."

Kun Kong didn't dare to add anything to it, and said truthfully.

"What is the strength of this generation's Demon Sect Sect Master?" the black-robed man asked lightly.

Kun Kong hesitated for a while, then said, "The sect master should have already stepped into the first-rank grand master at that time."

"interesting."

"It's interesting."

Hearing the words, the black-robed man said calmly, "The magic of the Demon Sect is inherently extreme. Even if you are a first-grade Grandmaster, if you sacrifice your life, you can still exert the peak combat power of the first-grade."

"Being able to kill the first-rank Demon Sect so easily and slaughter the other elders in one go, that nameless holy monk should be the top-ranked one who has transformed."

The black-robed man's face not only did not show any fear, but was full of joy.

"I stepped into the Western Desert, and with the help of the harsh environment, I polished myself day and night, and I never slack off for a moment."

The black-robed man's voice grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a roar of panic, spreading all over the place.

"In the past fifty years, my physical body has transformed, my inner strength has transformed, and I can enter the state of great perfection only by transforming my spiritual sense."

The black-robed man's eyes were as bright as electricity, as if piercing the void: "However, the transformation of spiritual sense is difficult and difficult. For me, only by fighting for life and death with the same level of powerhouse can there be such a glimmer of hope."

When the black-robed man said this, the aura all over his body had risen completely.

"I want to see if the nameless holy monk at Shaolin Temple can put me under the pressure of life and death."

The black-robed man has a terrifying aura, like a god like a prison, and he is coercive in all directions.