"Finally, Grade 1 Great Perfection …"
Su Qin slowly got up, his eyes calm, and said softly.
Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, after the transformation of Divine Sense, Body, and Internal Strength, there is no room for improvement, and it is Grade 1 Great Perfection.
What is Grade 1 Great Perfection?
It is when one has cultivated to the extreme in the Grade 1 Realm, and one step further, it is the Arhat Realm of Buddhism, or the Legend Realm of Jianghu.
This is Grade 1 Great Perfection.
Of course, if you want to truly achieve the Arhat Realm or the Legend Realm, you still need to grasp the Qi between the Heavens and Earth.
However, this Qi has no effect on the strength of a Grade 1 Great Perfection. A Grade 1 Great Perfection who has grasped this Qi has the same combat power as a Grade 1 Great Perfection who has not grasped it.
"The transformation of Body, Divine Sense, and Internal Strength has made me without any shortcomings. At this time, I can really be called the strongest under Arhat!"
There seems to be an inexplicable vortex slowly rotating in the depths of Su Qin's pupils.
His Body's Qi and Blood are unprecedentedly prosperous, his Divine Sense is abundant, and it can almost affect reality. His Internal Strength is completely liquefied, and every drop of it is heavy, constantly circulating in his Meridians.
At this moment, Su Qin can immediately attack the Arhat Realm and reach a height that countless Martial Artists in the world can only look up to in their lifetime.
But Su Qin did not do so.
Abbot Huiwen's lesson was a lesson in front of him. With Abbot Huiwen's foundation and accumulation, stepping into Grade 1 should not be a problem, but because he was anxious for success, he finally suffered Qi Deviation and almost died.
The difference between Su Qin and Abbot Huiwen is …
When Abbot Huiwen suffered Qi Deviation, Su Qin saved him, but if Su Qin suffers Qi Deviation, it can be said that no one in the world can save him.
Even if Tuo'Arahan comes back to life, he may not be able to save Su Qin.
"No rush."
"Take it slow."
"After a few months, adjust my mentality to the best, and then prepare for the breakthrough."
Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated.
At this moment, his physical body, spiritual sense, and inner strength had been completely perfected. He could not improve any further and only needed to adjust his mentality.
In the following period of time.
Su Qin had completely put down his cultivation. Other than signing in every day, he was like a monk sweeping the floor, waking up at sunrise and resting at sunset.
He recited the Buddhist scriptures with the other disciples.
He listened attentively to the teachings of the Head Abbot.
...
Meanwhile.
Deep in the Western Desert.
The Western Desert was located in the far west of the continent, bordering the Immensity Sea.
If the Immensity Sea was still inhabited, then the Western Desert was a complete forbidden zone for life.
Everything within a radius of a million miles was a barren desert.
Even a martial artist would starve to death due to the lack of water and food if they were trapped in the Western Desert and could not find their way.
At this very moment.
Evil cult disciple Kun Kong was walking in the depths of Western Desert.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, emitting a terrifying amount of heat. If Kun Kong was not a Rank-4 martial artist and could circulate his inner strength to slow down the loss of water in his body, he would have been reduced to a dried corpse by now.
"Oh Devil Lord, if you don't appear, I'm really going to die here …"
Kun Kong's lips were dry and cracked, and his aura was extremely weak.
More than four years ago, all the higher-ups of the Upper Realm of the Demon Sect were wiped out overnight by A Holy Monk. Kun Kong then thought of the previous Master of the Demon Sect who came to the Western Desert for seclusion.
In order to revive the Demon Sect, Kun Kong came to the Western Desert without hesitation, wanting to find the previous Master of the Demon Sect and ask him to come out and protect the disciples of the Demon Sect.
But unfortunately.
Four years. Kun Kong walked in the Western Desert for four years. Not to mention the previous Master of the Demon Sect, he didn't even see a single person.
"Is my Demon Sect destined to decline and I'm going to die here?"
Kun Kong knelt on the ground, his eyes full of despair.
After staying in this damned place for four years, not only did Kun Kong suffer great physical torture, but his spirit was also ravaged like never before.
If it weren't for the obsession in his heart, Kun Kong would have given up long ago.
Suddenly.
At this moment.
Rumble.
A huge roar came.
Kun Kong subconsciously looked up and saw a sandstorm that seemed to connect the heavens and the earth.
In the Western Desert, the most terrible thing was not the lack of water or food, but encountering such natural disasters.
Even if it was a Martial Artist in the Upper Realm, under such a scale of sandstorm, they would be crushed.
"Fine."
"Even if I die, I can't die of thirst or starvation."
Kun Kong seemed to have figured out something and stood up reluctantly. Not only did he not escape, but he also walked in the direction of the sandstorm.
However.
As Kun Kong continued to approach the sandstorm, he suddenly noticed something from the corner of his eyes.
"That is?"
Kun Kong's face changed greatly, as if he had seen an incredible scene.
In the depths of the sandstorm, a black dot slowly walked over.
Wherever this black dot went, the extremely violent sand and dust would all avoid it.
The black dot walked quickly, and one could vaguely see that it was a man in a black robe.
Under Kun Kong's incredulous gaze, the black-robed man stopped in front of him.
"Blood Transformation Art? You are a disciple of my Demon Sect? "
The black-robed man looked 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 Demon Lord!!"
Kun Kong's heart was set off monstrous waves. Without hesitation, he knelt on the ground again and shouted, "Demon Sect disciple Kun Kong greets the Demon Lord!"
"Demon Lord?"
A smile appeared on the black-robed man's face, "No one has called me that for a long time."
"Speak."
"Why are you looking for me?"
The black-robed man looked at Kun Kong and said slowly.
He had stayed in the Western Desert for fifty years, tempering himself day and night with the harsh environment here. He almost forgot the passage of time, and even forgot that there was a Demon Sect outside.
"Demon Lord, my Demon Sect has been destroyed."
Kun Kong raised his head and said with a tragic expression.
"Destroyed?"
The black-robed man's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although the black-robed man didn't care about the Demon Sect, he was still the former Demon Sect Master.
For the black-robed man, the Demon Sect was like his private property. He didn't care about it, but if others came to destroy it, it would be a provocation to the black-robed man.
"Demon Lord, more than four years ago, a nameless A Holy Monk from the Shaolin Temple came to our door and wiped out many Upper Realm Elders and Sect Master at that time …"
Kun Kong didn't dare to add any details and told the truth.
"What is the strength of this generation's Demon Sect Sect Master?" The black-robed man asked faintly.
Kun Kong hesitated for a while and said, "At that time, the Sect Master should have stepped into Grade 1 Great Grandmaster."
"Interesting."
"It's interesting."
The black-robed man heard this and said calmly, "The Demon Sect Cultivation Techniques are extreme. Even if one has just entered Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, they can still exert the combat power of Peak Grade 1."
"To be able to kill a Demonic Sect Rank-1 so easily and capture all the other Elders in one fell swoop, that nameless Holy Monk should be a Peak Rank-1 who has undergone metamorphosis."
Not only did the black-robed man's face not show any fear, but it was full of joy.
"When I stepped into the Western Desert, I used the harsh environment to polish myself day and night. I never slacked off for a moment."
The black-robed man's voice became louder and louder, and eventually turned into a roar of panic that spread in all directions.
"In the past 50 years, my body has transformed, and my Internal Strength has also transformed. I only need to transform my Divine Sense to enter the Great Perfection Realm."
The black-robed man's eyes were like lightning, as if cutting through the void: "However, it is extremely difficult to transform my Divine Sense. For me, only through a life and death battle between powerhouses of the same level can I have a glimmer of hope."
When the black-robed man said this, the aura around him had completely risen.
"I'd like to see if that nameless A Holy Monk from the Shaolin Temple can give me the pressure of life and death."
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