Kunlun will not fall, and the gods will be immortal!
Wu Ming slowly turned around and looked at the golden scale with a focused gaze, silently.
A few words reveal the secret of Kunlun Heavenly Palace!
Not surprisingly, the other party revealed such secrets so easily, probably just to lure him to go there in person.
If it is exposed, it will naturally be seen that the defense of the demon cave in Kongang Temple is lax, thus giving people an opportunity to take advantage of it.
And, it really piqued his interest.
I have to say that this is a conspiracy.
It's a pity that the Golden Scale Demon Saint made a miscalculation, that is, he didn't know that Wu Ming had an external incarnation.
When necessary, Wu Ming can use secret techniques to completely control the incarnation with his own will, thereby participating in the competition for opportunities in Kunlun Heavenly Palace.
Whether it is Long Kui or San Sheng Nirvana, although they have extremely high autonomy and are very different from the external incarnations that have appeared in the past, if they cannot be completely controlled, how can Wu Ming give them such high autonomy?
The reason for hesitation, and even some uncertainty, is that the two are not the original deities after all. Even if Wu Ming personally controls the incarnation at a critical moment, there may be dangers that he cannot handle.
In terms of strength alone, although either of the two is comparable to a strong pseudo-saint, what if they encounter a being in the holy realm?
Although the rules of heaven and earth in Kunlun Heavenly Palace are extremely special and can even obliterate the existence of the holy realm, there are countless strange people and strange people in the world, and there are countless secrets and treasures. There is no guarantee that there is no way to circumvent the rules of heaven and earth in Kunlun Heavenly Palace.
After entering, even if the strength is suppressed, it is not something that ordinary half-saints can compare with.
It was precisely based on this consideration that Wu Ming did not let the two act alone, but joined forces to break into it.
If the space power of Kongji and Dahuang had not been needed outside, Wu Ming would have wanted them to go in together. With him sitting in the Vajra Temple, unless the most powerful person in the Holy Realm took action himself, this place would be impregnable.
It goes without saying that Kunlun Heavenly Palace is the end of the lineage of gods, and there must be hidden secrets beyond imagination.
From the beginning, Wu Ming wanted to enter it to find out what was going on, but he stayed away for too long.
"Oh, the evil spirit will never die!"
Wu Ming took a cold look, and after thinking through many of the key points, any hesitation in his heart disappeared instantly.
No matter how secret it is to become a god, Wu Ming doesn't care.
In the past, I had to leave because I didn't have enough strength to protect my daughter. Now, nothing is more important than being with my daughter.
"snort!"
Wu Ming turned around, took a step forward, and appeared in another corner of the dark cave as if teleporting.
There, the golden light was dim, and there seemed to be a golden Buddha that shone with a mysterious luster, but it also exuded an indescribable aura of twilight, and seemed to be annihilated at any time.
It is the precious light of the Holy Buddha of Vajra Temple!
"Master, shouldn't you explain it to me?"
Wu Ming said indifferently.
"Amitabha!"
Baoguang's expression was gloomy, and although his voice sounded like a bell, there was a hint of hoarseness.
"Oh!"
Wu Ming sneered, and his eyes swept across the depths of the dark cave like lightning. Reflected in his pupils were monks sitting cross-legged like statues, silently reciting scriptures.
"The donor is now at the very top of his position and is only one step away from reaching the top. Why did he do this despicable act of threatening the weak old monk?"
Bao Guang suddenly raised his head, his withered cheeks full of anger.
"Oh, it seems that although the master's body is dead, his heart is not dead!"
Wu Ming's face turned even colder, and his words were cold to the bone.
"Ants can live in vain, let alone humans?"
Baoguang's angry face suddenly turned away, and he said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, good, good, good!"
"Hahaha!"
Wu Ming laughed wildly, causing many monks to look in pain, but none of them woke up. They ignored the strange situation in the cave and said in a solemn manner, "I heard that the Buddha fed the tiger with his body in order to change the stubbornness, so I asked the master to teach me.
Did I, Buddha, succeed?"
"What the Buddha did was not about success or failure, but about compassion!"
Baoguang whispered.
"Oh, then, if the tiger is full and has the strength to hurt innocent pedestrians, then who should be blamed for this?"
Wu Ming said coldly.
The corners of Baoguang's lips twitched and he remained silent.
“Are selfish people worthy of becoming Buddhas?”
Wu Ming rolled his sleeves and turned around, saying coldly, "If you don't have the heart to face hell, it's impossible for Master to become a Buddha in this life!"
"The donor has become possessed!"
Bao Guang was shocked and said in an extremely low voice.
"Haha, what about the devil, and what about the Buddha?"
Wu Ming didn't look back and said coldly, "I am both a Buddha, a demon, and the way of heaven. How do you treat me?"
"you……"
Bao Guang raised his head in astonishment, his cloudy eyes full of horror, as if he was shocked that Wu Ming dared to say such rebellious words.
"In fact, I originally had high hopes for the master. At least the master would not be like a bald donkey in Zen Buddhism, saying that the Buddha is compassionate and asking me to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
Wu Ming walked slowly, a little lonely, and a mocking voice came, "It is the Buddha's business to be compassionate and influence all living beings, and I... I am just sending them to see the Buddha!"
"Amitabha!"
Baoguang spoke with a cry in his voice, and while he was trembling, the golden light around him was like mist, and it actually spurted out, reflecting the brilliance of the dark cave.
"Muni..."
Waves of mournful chanting echoed loudly, and each sound spread through the void, as if boundless gods and Buddhas came from the void, giving the cave a bit of the splendor of a Buddhist kingdom among the endless shadows of Buddha.
"You can do evil if God does it, but you can't live if you do evil on your own!"
Wu Ming waved his hand gently, and a relic fell into his palm.
Baoguang's figure sitting cross-legged, in the endless Buddha shadow, seemed to come to life, turning into overlapping shadows, slowly stepping into it, and gradually disappeared.
Tens of thousands of Buddhas recite sutras, the Buddha's kingdom welcomes them, and the holy monk passes away!
Originally, Baoguang still had a few years to live, but he had moved his mortal heart and should not have secretly negotiated with Jinlin.
Although no major damage was caused, Long Kui and Sansheng Nirvana noticed it before they even had time to take action, and wiped it out invisibly. But what was done was done!
Wu Ming will never tolerate this!
Boom!
Hundreds of millions of miles away from here, far away in the towering mountains in the hinterland of the Song Dynasty, a bell suddenly sounded melodiously in an ancient temple, but it was also indescribably deep and heavy.
"Amitabha!"
The sound of the Buddha's chant is like a great bell, spreading across the sky and reaching into the sky, as if there are ten thousand Buddhas chanting sutras.
For a time, all the monks put down their work, clasped their hands together, and chanted sutras in a low voice.
"snort!"
Wu Ming seemed to feel something. He looked at the sky in the distance, his eyes turned cold, and he walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
In his opinion, Baoguang's death was just his own fault. Even if it harmed Buddhism, he didn't care.
Everything has a cause and a result. If Kongji Temple hadn't had bad intentions and used exercises to trap him, he wouldn't have ended up where he is now.
Even the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, gave Wu Ming a rather bad impression. Otherwise, he would not have repeatedly attacked Shenxiu.
Of course, Wu Ming also made two preparations. With Yu Huineng, he had formed good relationships many times. Even if it was given by force, the other party had to remember the favor.
Next, Wu Ming ignored the chores and just stayed in the main hall of the Vajra Temple. While recuperating, he silently accompanied his daughter. Occasionally, he would also research and sort out what he had gained from traveling around the world.
Throughout Wu Ming's more than ten years, although his original intention remained unchanged and he did not even deliberately practice talismans, weapons, elixirs and other miscellaneous arts, many secret techniques were quite extraordinary.
The three cultivations of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon have made him extremely powerful in combat and his foundation is so profound that it is unparalleled in the past and present, and is almost unparalleled.
Now, we are only one step away from breaking through to the Holy Realm.
However, using secret techniques such as the seeds of inner demons allowed him to cultivate various miscellaneous ways at the same time, but at the same time, he was distracted, making martial arts less pure than before.
This is also something that can't be helped.
Wu Ming had too many enemies and had been on the move for more than ten years, fleeing the country. How could he survive until now without a few special skills at his side?
Just like in the heavens and the world, we encounter countless strange creatures, and all kinds of strange and evil supernatural powers are unseen and unheard of.
Even with Wu Ming's ability, sometimes martial arts alone can't solve problems at all, and he can only fight the enemy with his own miscellaneous skills.
Just like a powerful soul man I once encountered, he was almost completely immune to any force attack.
If Wu Ming hadn't exhausted all his soul power, he had cast down all the gods and killed him with the sword of divine will, almost swallowing the sea of consciousness by the other party.
Now, with rare free time, Wu Ming calmed down, and while accompanying his daughter, he sorted out what he had learned and made final preparations before breaking through to the holy realm.
In this way, half a month of seclusion for cultivation, half half leisure for cultivating the spirit, passed for three months.
"It's almost time. Go to sleep for a while. If you wait a little longer, Daddy, I will wake you up and I will never hurt you again!"
Wu Ming caressed the coffin gently, with a soft expression on his face and a hint of regret.
Looking back at the time, he didn't leave a good impression on his daughter, so that her daughter was in the dark, wondering if she would have nightmares, and she didn't even have anyone to rely on, which made him heartbroken.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Wu Ming's eyebrows jumped sharply, causing the palm that was caressing the coffin to freeze suddenly, and a trace of unreasonable panic filled his heart.
Even with his current level of cultivation and determination, he couldn't help but feel waves of heart palpitations pouring into his mind, and he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.
"What's going on?"
Wu Ming's eyes were like lightning, piercing into the void, and countless inner demon seeds in the sea of consciousness suddenly started to operate like the most sophisticated machines.
But although he noticed some traces, it was far from enough for him to deduce the truth. It seemed that something, like a film, was blocking the secret.
Buzz!
At this moment, the ancient Kunlun coffin suddenly shook, releasing layers of light, and even the lines like annual rings were twisted and erratic.
"snort!"
Wu Ming's eyes were about to burst, and he made secrets with both hands, drawing immeasurable light, activating the power of heaven and earth, and crushing the holy Buddha's relic of Baoguang into the purple and green lotus shadow, so that the Kunlun ancient coffin was stabilized again.
"The ancient Kunlun coffin not only has the ability to conceal the secrets of heaven, but also has the power of the origin of time. It is difficult for any power to pass through the ancient Kunlun coffin and be exerted on the people inside. Why..."
Wu Ming's expression was extremely ugly. He performed the formula and with a snap, his index finger suddenly cracked, exposing the thick phalanges, but it was not as fierce as the icy cellar, "Zhao Shuhang, you are so brave!"
The secret blood curse backfires, and there is only one possibility, which is for Zhao Shuhang to be canonized and reverse the blood curse!