Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 263 Rescue

  The majestic mountain gate with a width of 100 meters and a height of tens of feet falls on a square the size of a football field. The wide stone steps can accommodate horse-drawn carriages.

  Look up.

  The clouds above are shrouded in mist, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.

  Here is Thousand Buddha Mountain!

  Stepping into the mountain gate, it seems to have come to another world, and the Buddha's chanting echoes in my ears all the time, but it doesn't make people feel calm.

  Listening for a long time will make people upset and go crazy.

   In Zhou Jia's perception, there was a powerful aura, densely covering the entire mountain.

   These breaths may not be as good as the 'monster' under the Puli Building, but the number is extremely terrifying, making one's scalp tingle.

  Especially the few breaths on the top of the mountain, which are not elicited, like thick mountains, even Zhou Jia feels short of breath.

   "Hoo..."

   Breathing out a long breath, he waved his arm lightly, throwing more than a dozen fruits in front of everyone:

"ate!"

   "Uncle Zhou." Seeing this, Liang Xing was stunned, and then looked at Chang Wuming angrily, with obvious displeasure:

   "The surname is Chang, you are lucky!"

   As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward to pick up a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth.

  Others didn't know what the fruit in front of them represented, but they could tell from Liang Xingzhi's attitude that it was definitely a good thing.

   One by one stepped forward, and each chose one to swallow.

  Dao Fruit!

   Ben Lei Zhang Dzogchen!

  The Nine Steps Up the Staircase is a great success!

  Five elements sword complete!

  Thirteen Deadly Swords Dzogchen!

  …

  As the fruit enters the stomach, the coolness rises, and the inheritance of exquisite martial arts appears in the mind instantly, and the mystery is fully known.

  Obviously, he has never practiced any kungfu before, but in this short period of time, the kungfu has a profound martial arts foundation.

  It is comparable to others' ten years of penance.

even…

   Deeper background!

"This…"

"what is this?"

  For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and they could see the shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes, and even the fear of Qianfo Mountain was forgotten.

  Only Chang Wuming, I don't know whether it was an accident or someone else's intention, the fruit left to him was a durian-like thing.

  A fruit the size of a human head, covered with thorns, making it impossible for him to eat it.

  Now I see other people showing ecstasy on their faces, staring at the things in their hands with dull expressions, not knowing whether to bite or not.

   "Daoguo." Zhou Jia waved again, and weapons appeared on the field one by one:

   "One person, one sword, choose the weapon that suits you."

   Before everyone in the field woke up from the shock of Daoguo, they were attracted by the sharp and cold weapons in front of them.

  Black Iron Xuanbing!

   Weapons that can be collected and kept by Zhou Jia are not ordinary.

   Along the way, he had a lot of black iron weapons in his hands. Now that he took them out, everyone present was in a daze.

   Breathing, also can not help a stagnation.

  Even Liang Xingzhi had a dull expression on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

  Uncle Zhou is really a saint of many treasures!

   "What the hell!"

   On the other side, Chang Wuming finally made up his mind, opened his mouth wide, and bit hard at the 'durian' covered with spikes in his hand.

  He has reached the tenth rank, his physical body is strong, even his soft tongue has become extremely tough.

   Although it is unavoidable to eat, it is painful, but it can also be crushed and swallowed. After a while, the mouth is full of blood, and the 'durian' has been swallowed whole.

  Zi Lei Sword Technique!

   "Boom!"

  A soaring saber intent shot out from his body, with traces of thunder surrounding his body, Chang Wuming's eyes converged like thunder, and he beckoned a long saber.

  The sword intent was urged, and several people within a few feet retreated one after another.

  At this time, everyone present had comprehended martial arts, and it was obvious at a glance that in this situation, it was obvious that they had comprehended an extremely good martial skill.

"damn thing!"

  Liang Xingzhi was angry and anxious, his eyes wide and unwilling:

   "Shit luck!"

"what…"

  Chang Wuming raised his eyebrows with a provocative face:

   "You can be a master if you have to endure hardships. You choose the things first. I also want to thank you for leaving me a good thing."

"you…"

"enough!"

  Zhou Jia's voice sank, and he glanced at the two of them coldly:

   "After saving people, go down the mountain quickly, don't stay, and then..."

   "Strive to live!"

   As he spoke, he stepped forward.

  He took a few feet at a time, seemingly slow, but as if he was shrinking. After a few steps, he passed the wide mountain gate and walked into the stone steps.

  He has done what he can do, and the outcome can only be seen by themselves.

   "Boom..."

  Just stepped on a few stone steps, there was a sudden tremor from the left and right sides, and the two originally dead breaths suddenly regained amazing vitality.

  The ground trembled.

   Two arhats, one short and fat, one tall and thin, came walking.

  Arhat is about eight meters tall, barefoot on the ground, golden all over, chanting an unknown Buddhist gatha, with a strange smile on his face and rushing towards Zhou Jia.

  Fat and thin Arhat!

   "Uncle Zhou be careful!"

   Someone shouted from behind.

  The horror of Qianfo Mountain has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the past few months.

   Not to mention the survivors of the aborigines in Jicheng, even those high-ranking outsiders have deep taboos about this place.

  The black iron powerhouse is only eaten by the mouths of these terrifying arhats!

  Although he knew that Zhou Jia was very powerful, facing such a golden arhat, he couldn't help but blurt out his worries.

  Skinny Arhat was taller and faster in pace, rushed to Zhou Jia first, clenched his fist with one hand and chanted the Buddha's name, and smashed it down.

   "Hoo..."

  It was as if a mighty force was on his body, the howling wind spurred his hair, cracked the ground, and the huge fist almost completely enveloped Zhou Jia.

  The volume of more than eight meters is even more amazing.

  The power of this punch is not much worse than that of a master in the later period of Heitie.

but…

   "Peng!"

  The front of the fist suddenly froze.

  The skinny arhat stopped abruptly in his recitation of the Buddha, his face was filled with astonishment, and he looked down, his body suddenly uncontrollably pounced towards the ground in front of him.

  Zhou Jia clasped the opponent's fist with his left hand, pulled lightly, and punched out with his right hand.

   one punch,

  Bombed on Arhat's head.

   "Peng!"

  The indestructible body of Vajra instantly distorted and deformed, half of the huge head was broken, and an unknown golden liquid splashed out from it.

  Zhou Jia's complexion remained unchanged, he stepped forward, clasped the opponent's arm again, and slammed toward the ground.

   "Boom!"

   The earth trembled.

  The golden arm that was several meters long and as thick as a wooden stake was torn off by him abruptly, golden blood spattered at the broken shoulder.

  Skinny Arhat's entire body was twisted and deformed, and he could only wriggle slightly on the ground, making it difficult to get up.

   "Shua!"

  The figure flickered in the field.

  Before Fat Arhat came back to his senses, there were many figures in front of him.

not good!

  It narrowed its eyes, and retreated abruptly. At the same time, it struck out with both hands from left and right, like two mountains closing together, squeezing the figure in front of it.

   Arhat worships Buddha!

   "Boom..."

  The melodious voice of the bronze bell Dalu echoed in the field.

  The fat Arhat roared to the sky, his face twisted, looking at his left and right arms, they had been torn off his shoulders abruptly.

   Zhou Jia's eyes were cold, he threw down his arms, and punched the fat Arhat's belly, which looked like it was pregnant in October, and pulled out a series of golden bones from it.

   Immediately, he swept with one leg, breaking Luo Han's legs on the spot.

  The Arhat who could brutally kill Heitie was as weak as a puppet toy in front of him, and could be dismembered easily.

   Rear.

  Liang Xingzhi had hunted with Zhou Jia several times, and he reacted the fastest. He dashed forward and rushed in front of the skinny arhat, and slammed his palms like mountains towards the struggling face.

   "Peng!"

   "Bang bang!"

  Wearing a pair of black soldier gloves, his explosive power is comparable to black iron.

  After the repeated bombardment, the thin Arhat's body froze, the terrifying aura dissipated suddenly, and his body limp and collapsed to the ground.

at the same time.

  Liang Xing's face was full of ecstasy, and suddenly he raised his head to the sky and screamed, a powerful breath came out from his body.

  Black Iron!

  Chang Wuming's eyes showed surprise, and he rushed to the side of the fat Arhat like lightning, and the thunder wrapped the blade, and slashed towards the Arhat's neck.

   "Poof!"

   "Puff puff!"

   Slashing wildly with knives, a golden head the size of a stone mill rolled down from his neck.

   "Boom!"

   Another strong breath gushed out.

  Black Iron!

  In just a moment, two black irons were born in the field.

   This is naturally because of killing Arhat, but also because the two of them have accumulated enough, and with the help of Mr. Zheng, they have already reached the tenth rank.

  This is advanced, but also smooth sailing.

but.

  Undoubtedly, the strength of the group will skyrocket next.

"quick!"

  Liang Xingzhi glared at Chang Wuming, and motioned to the people behind:

   "Follow Uncle Zhou."

  The other people came back to their senses after hearing the sound, with apprehension and surprise intertwined on their faces, they hurriedly followed Zhou Jia's path and ran towards the mountain.

  Since Liang Xingzhi and Chang Wuming can advance to Heitie.

   Why didn't they make it?

  As long as you find enough cheap ones to become black iron, you are not without the power to protect yourself in this Thousand Buddha Mountain.

  Running forward for a certain distance, a group of people came to a huge square. Zhou Jia was no longer in the square, but there were Arhats who were seriously injured everywhere.

  Arhat:

   Arhat is a subordinate monk, more than ten feet tall, covered in red gold.

  There are more than a hundred arhats with broken arms, broken legs, or twisted bodies.

   "The venerable Arhat pouring tea and half Tuojia led a thousand arhats to live in Siduo Nizhou..."

  Liang Xingzhi glanced at the audience, murmured something, and then with a frenzied expression on his face, he rushed towards the seriously injured and dying arhats with a weapon in his hand.

"kill!"

   "Puff puff!"

  Arhat's strength is far inferior to that of Arhat, most of them are ninth or tenth rank, but they can't stand enough numbers, which also makes many people's cultivation base skyrocket.

  The surge in strength has also boosted everyone's confidence, and they have also noticed things that they hadn't noticed before.

   "Why haven't you seen Mr. Zheng and the others?"

   Zheng Lao and others may be far inferior to Zhou Jia in strength, but they are by no means comparable to Arhats and Arhats who have just entered the mountain gate, and they should leave traces.

   "You are stupid."

  Chang Wuming rolled his eyes:

   "This is the fastest way to go up the mountain, but it is also the most dangerous. Mr. Zheng and the others will definitely not choose this road, they will take the trail."

"quick!"

  Liang Xingzhi wiped off the golden blood on his face, and waved his hand:

   "Come on!"

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   Halfway up the mountain.

  The square is comparable to the size of several football fields, a statue of arhat stands on the spot, and the eternal lamp is still lit even in the daytime.

  The young novice monks were busy setting up boilers and fire racks, carrying stacks of firewood, and setting up cooking and roasting postures in various places.

  Screams and wailing came from the square.

  More than a thousand Jicheng survivors were driven here, some were covered in blood, some cuddled with each other, and some dragged their children along.

   Without exception.

   They look panicked.

   "Twelve Top Arhats!"

  Yin Ji hid in the woods, his face was pale and his eyes were full of despair:

   "We can't save people!"

  Thanks to Mr. Zheng's intentional help, he is now at the middle stage of black iron cultivation, but seeing this scene, he is still in despair.

  Elder Zheng also looked dull.

  Although his lightness kung fu is good, he can at most entangle the three-headed arhat, so he is already in jeopardy, and he has no spare energy to take care of other people.

   And here.

   More than just the three-headed arhat?

  The lions and deer around Arhat are also difficult to deal with.

   Not to mention arhats and novice monks, although they are not strong, but there are enough numbers, and they are not afraid of death, and their bodies are hard.

   If you don't enter the black iron, or don't have the black iron black weapon in your hand, you can't even kill an arhat!

   "As much as you can save."

  Sweeping the audience, the distracting thoughts in Mr. Zheng's eyes gradually disappeared. Decades of experience have already allowed him to do the landslide without changing his color.

   For death, there is no fear.

   "I'm going to lure away the Arhat over there. You take the opportunity to cause chaos and let others escape. How much can you escape?"

  Old Zheng stretched out his hand and said slowly:

   "You don't have to work hard, just do what you can, you still have a long future, what we have to do is to let ourselves not regret it in the future."

  Yin Ji sideways head.

  He heard an ominous premonition from Zheng Lao's voice.

   "Old Zheng..."

"All right!"

  Old Zheng waved his hand:

   "Be careful!"

   As soon as the voice fell, his figure disappeared in place.

  Thanks to the source quality medicine given by Zhou Jia, the aged Zheng Lao has also made great progress in his cultivation during this period.

  It is only one step away from the late stage of Black Iron.

  Combined with the clothes woven with grass all over the body, the already amazing agility can amaze Wu Shidao and others.

   "Hoo..."

   Spread your arms out, like a flying Peng spreading its wings.

  Old Zheng turned into a flying bird and swept across the void, with a slight tremor of his arms, he slid across the ground, and the heads of several novice monks and arhats rolled to the ground.

   "Amitabha!"

  The deafening Buddha chant sounded, with strong anger in the voice:

   "The devil is punished!"

  Meditating Arhat Rahura Venerable is the closest and has the most keen perception. He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at him, and stepped forward tens of meters.

  Five fingers stretched out, towards the elder who was about to escape.

  Capture the dragon!

   When he made a move, it turned out to be an extremely exquisite martial skill!

  Although he has seen it before, Mr. Zheng is still a little puzzled, how can these dead creatures know martial arts? Could it be that this world also had martial arts inheritance?

   Thoughts turned, but his reaction was not slow.

   "Shua!"

  His arms trembled slightly, his body spread its wings like a celestial roc, and there were afterimages a few feet away. In an instant, Mr. Zheng made eighteen consecutive attacks, and the attacks hit the opponent's vital points.

   "Peng!"

  Thinking Luohan leaned back and backed up again and again.

   However, it is physically strong, comparable to a late-stage black iron powerhouse. Although Zheng Lao's offensive is ferocious, its strength is far from being able to seriously injure it.

   "Amitabha!"

   On this side, Crossing the River Arhat also came on foot. He weighed an unknown number of tons, but was as light as a fallen leaf, and struck out the fearless seal with his hands.

   There is also a fierce tiger and a spirit deer attacking from both sides.

  In an instant.

  Old Zheng’s situation is in dire straits.

  However, the Arhat at his position was drawn away, and a gap appeared.

   "Do it!"

  Yin Ji waved his hand, and threw the rockets brought from the Eagle's Nest, and the explosives that can be used by military areas on the earth, towards Arhats and novice monks one after another.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom..."

   Below.

  Zhou Jia knocked a vajra warrior to the ground, raised his head when he heard the sound, and struck down with a shield in his hand, the huge force directly blasted the warrior's body.

   "Shua!"

  The figure flashed and rushed halfway up the mountain.

  Electric lights flickered, and novice monks and arhats flickered wherever they passed.

  (end of this chapter)