Wuhua stood at the exit of the cave, staring at the huge mountain range shrouded in colorful mist in front of him, feeling an indescribable shock in his heart.
The mountain range seemed to be a world of its own, isolated from the outside world, and exuded a mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere.
"What is this place?"
"Why is there such a strange sight?"
Wuhua was filled with doubts.
At this moment, there was movement behind him. Wuhua turned around and saw that Tang Canghai had already chased after him.
Although there was a distance, Wuhua could clearly see the killing intent on Tang Canghai's face.
"Little monk, you are destined to die in my hands, so just accept your fate!"
Before Tang Canghai could finish his words, he clapped out a palm, carrying the majestic power, and walked straight towards Wuhua.
This cave is not wide to begin with, and when the palms are gathered together, it is like a terrifying hurricane.
Instantly, a feeling of suffocation came over me.
Wuhua realized that if all Tang Canghai's palm power fell on him, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
At the critical moment, without any time to think, Wuhua's figure flashed and quickly disappeared into the colorful mist.
Bang!
Tang Canghai struck the air with his palm, emitting a terrifying sonic boom, and then appeared at the cave exit in one step.
Looking up, Tang Canghai's expression changed drastically when the colorful mist came into view.
"No, this is..."
Then, he saw Wuhua's figure heading deeper into the mountains.
"Little monk, stop!" Tang Canghai shouted: "If you continue to move forward, you will die. Come back quickly."
Wuhua stopped and turned around to see Tang Canghai standing at the exit of the cave, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Bah——"
Suddenly, Tang Canghai's eyes were as wide as bells. An outsider actually provoked me. How dare he?
If it weren't for the colorful mist, he would definitely rush forward and cut Wuhua into pieces.
"Old man, have you ever heard of a word, extremely clever?"
"Although my hair is shaved and it's not natural, I'm not stupid."
"Let me go back? Go back and wait for you to kill me?" Wuhua sneered.
Seeing that Wuhua had noticed his intention, Tang Canghai said coldly: "Little monk, you can't escape!"
"No one can escape from me yet."
"I'll die obediently, maybe I can keep your whole body, otherwise..."
Wuhuadao: "Otherwise, what do you want? Cut me into pieces with a thousand knives, or crush my bones and spread my ashes?"
"Let me tell you, if you were in the same realm, I would have crushed you to death."
"You want to kill me, right? Catch me first and then talk."
After Wuhua finished speaking, he prepared to go deep into the mountains.
"Stop!" Tang Canghai stopped Wuhua again, holding back his anger and said: "Little monk, I am doing this for your own good. If you don't want to lose your soul, then come back quickly."
"I will come back. When I come back, I will slaughter your whole family." After Wuhua finished speaking, he rushed into the distance without looking back.
Tang Canghai stood at the exit of the cave, his face as cold as frost, his fists clenched and his teeth chattering.
He didn't expect that Wuhua would slip from under his nose like this.
The most frustrating thing was that he didn't dare to pursue him.
"Hmph, you think you can survive if I don't hunt you down? What a dream!"
"The place shrouded in colorful mist is your lord's territory."
"You're dead!"
At this time, two old men from the Tang family also rushed over and came behind Tang Canghai.
"Master, where is the young monk?" an old man asked.
Tang Canghai looked forward and said, "He went in."
The two old men looked up, and their expressions changed drastically. As old people living in restricted areas of life, they knew very well how dangerous the place shrouded in colorful mist was.
Not to mention a little monk, even the head of the family who has the realm of the peerless saint king will be dead if he goes in.
You know, your Majesty has killed many powerful men in the past.
"If he goes to Your Majesty's territory, he will definitely die," an old man said.
Another old man said: "That little monk has no chance of living. Head of the family, we should go find Ye Changsheng!"
"Yeah." Tang Canghai glanced at the mountains shrouded in colorful mist unwillingly, then turned and left with the two old men.
In other words, as Wuhua went deeper, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the light became colorful and weird, making every step he took seemed like he had stepped into another time and space.
Wuhua relied on her keen intuition to shuttle through the fog, trying to find a safe path.
Suddenly, a strange wave came from the depths of the mist. Wuhua was startled and immediately stopped and glanced around sharply.
I saw vague figures gradually emerging from the mist. They were of different shapes, some were like humans, some were like animals, and they were emitting a faint light.
"What is this? An illusion? Or..."
Wuhua was shocked and doubtful. He stood there and observed for a while, but found that the figures did not attack him.
"Strange, what are those things?" Wuhua was moved in his heart and decided to follow these figures to explore further.
He took steps cautiously and followed the guidance of those figures, step by step deeper into the core area of the mountain range.
After an unknown amount of time, Wuhua found himself in an open area. The fog here seemed to be thicker, but there was a strange tranquility.
In the middle, there is an ancient altar, which is engraved with complex runes and exudes a faint light.
"This is..." Wuhua approached the altar, feeling an inexplicable urge to touch those runes.
However, the moment his fingers touched the altar, a majestic power suddenly poured into his mind.
"This is...the inheritance of the Buddhist seniors?"
Wuhua was shocked. He felt a Buddhist power originating from ancient times that was resonating with his soul.
This inheritance contains countless Buddhist secrets and magical powers.
At this moment, Wuhua seemed to be empowered by the gods, and his cultivation underwent earth-shaking changes in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, Wuhua broke through to the Saint King realm, and not only that, his cultivation level was still skyrocketing.
A while passed.
Wuhua's aura gradually stabilized, and he felt it, the peak of the Saint King!
"I didn't expect that there would be such an adventure. It's great."
Wuhua felt the power surging in his body, and his heart was filled with unprecedented excitement and joy. After a while, he opened his eyes.
"I have suddenly risen to a great level. It's really an eye-opener for me."
"I am now a peak Saint King. If I meet Ye Changsheng again, I can kill him directly."
"Ye Changsheng, just wait to die!"
Wuhua's eyes flashed with strong murderous intent. He glanced back and cursed: "And that old guy actually said that I would die if I came in. Huh, luckily I didn't listen to him. Otherwise, how could I have such an encounter?
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Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sad voice came from the depths of the fog: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...
