[Thump Thump Thump!]
The sound of a strong and powerful heartbeat kept ringing.
Su Qin sat cross-legged quietly with his eyes slightly closed. Within a few hundred meters of his body, the air began to distort faintly, and a surging and profound power was constantly being nurtured and converging.
"Huff!"
At this moment, Su Qin took a deep breath, and suddenly, the World's Essence Qi in the entire Back Mountain Forbidden Area surged and turned into a huge funnel-like phantom that was quickly absorbed and devoured by him.
Time passed slowly.
Su Qin's body also underwent earth-shaking changes.
Under the fusion of Body, Divine Sense, and Internal Strength, Su Qin's Five Viscera and Six Bowels, every piece of flesh, and every blood vessel began to transform rapidly.
If a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster has already begun to transcend mortality, then Arhat Dao Immortal is completely above all beings.
Every 'Arhat' or 'Legend' has already surpassed ordinary humans in essence.
"Arhat Dao Immortal …"
"It's finally done …"
Su Qin slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils were dark and deep, as vast as the starry sky of the universe.
Su Qin stood up and looked at his hands.
At this moment, his Body has completely crossed to another level. He can spontaneously absorb World's Essence Qi and does not need external food to replenish his energy.
Those who have truly reached the level of Qi Eater are immortal.
In addition, Su Qin felt that as long as he willed it, he could control the World's Essence Qi within several miles of him. His every movement was like the might of Heaven and Earth.
Whether it is Arhat Dao Immortal or Legend, their most powerful means is the World's Essence Qi.
For a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, even if it is a Grade 1 Great Perfection who has transformed three times, they will still be wary of the human wave tactic. If they are trapped in an army of millions, they are likely to be exhausted to death.
Of course, no Peak Grade 1 is so stupid as to take the initiative to jump into the encirclement of an army of millions.
But Arhat Dao Immortal is different.
At this level, unless it is a powerhouse of the same level, they will not be afraid even if they are besieged by more people.
"It's been ten days?"
Su Qin carefully sensed for a while and knew how long it had been since he had broken through.
Originally, Su Qin thought that he would only need one night to break through, but he didn't expect it to take so long.
"Time to go out."
Su Qin quickly retracted his aura, and in a few moments, he was no different from before he broke through.
After reaching the realm of Arhat, Su Qin's control over his body had reached an unprecedented level.
Very soon.
Su Qin left the forbidden area of the back mountain and appeared on a shady path not far from the Chores Yard.
"Eh?"
Su Qin found that the atmosphere in the Shaolin Temple was a bit strange.
The disciples of the Shaolin Temple who came and went all looked flustered, as if they were facing some kind of crisis.
"What should we do, what should we do?"
"The Demon Sect has come knocking on our door. Can the Abbot and the rest stop them?"
"Whether they can stop them or not, our Shaolin Temple is the most righteous sect. How can we be afraid of the Demon Sect?"
The two disciples of the Shaolin Temple hurriedly said a few words and rushed in the direction of the Great Strength Hall.
"Demon Sect?"
Su Qin frowned, and his Divine Sense spread out in all directions like waves.
After stepping into the realm of Arhat, Su Qin's Divine Sense soared dozens of times. It could only cover a few hundred feet, but now it could cover thousands of feet.
After a while.
Su Qin sighed softly and also walked in the direction of the Great Strength Hall.
Not long after.
Su Qin had just arrived at the Great Strength Hall when he was stopped by the patrolling monk, Zhen Zhi.
"Zhen Guan, why haven't I seen you these days?"
Zhen Zhi just asked casually, and his eyes were fixed on the field.
At this moment, outside the Great Strength Hall, the people of the Demon Sect and the disciples of the Shaolin Temple were confronting each other.
"Bald donkeys, if you know what's good for you and obediently submit to our Demon Sect, maybe we can spare your lives."
A man with a gloomy face sneered.
"Demon Sect remnants!!!" The Warrior Monastery's Court Head was hot-tempered and shouted angrily on the spot.
The other Court Heads looked dignified, and their eyes fell on a man in a black robe.
The black-robed man's aura was deep, and just by standing there, it made people feel suffocated.
"Namo Amitabha, Demon Lord, why do you have to force us?"
Hui Wen put his hands together and looked at the black-robed man.
"Humph!"
The Black Lord's face flashed with a trace of sarcasm. "Hui Wen, you old bald donkey, I'll give you two choices. One is to submit, and the other is to destroy your sect!"
The Black Lord's voice was not loud, but it resounded in the ears of every Shaolin Temple disciple.
Suddenly.
Many Shaolin Temple disciples were so angry that their faces turned red.
"Namo Amitabha …"
Abbot Huiwen took a step forward and stood in front of everyone.
The Shaolin Temple is a Great Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. How can it surrender to the Demon Sect?
"In that case, this poor monk will come and experience your Supreme Martial Dao, Demon Lord!"
When Abbot Huiwen said this.
The expressions of the other Court Heads changed.
There have long been rumors in Jianghu that the Demon Lord has taken that step and became a Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster.
Although Abbot Huiwen is also Grade 1, if he fights with a Peak Grade 1, the result can be imagined.
"Abbot, you can't."
"Yes, we can't fall into the Demon Sect's trap …"
The Court Heads said eagerly.
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Abbot Huiwen shook his head slightly.
Today, the strongest person in the Shaolin Temple is Abbot Huiwen. If he doesn't stand up, who will?
Although the Shaolin Temple has a mysterious Ancestor, A Holy Monk, but until now, that Ancestor A Holy Monk has not appeared. There may be some concerns.
At this time, even if Abbot Huiwen knows that he is not the Demon Lord's opponent, he can only bite the bullet.
"Just an ant."
The Demon Lord sneered, raised his right hand, and casually slapped down.
In an instant, the terrifying Demonic Energy boiled and shrouded Abbot Huiwen.
Puchi.
Abbot Huiwen retreated three steps in a row, and finally spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Abbot of the Shaolin Temple, a dignified Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, couldn't even take a single blow from the Demon Lord.
"Abbot."
"Abbot, are you okay?"
"Demon Sect remnants, I will fight with you."
Countless disciples of the Shaolin Temple were worried, and the Court Heads immediately supported the Abbot.
"It's okay, I'm just a little injured …"
Abbot Huiwen's face was as pale as paper, and he said in a trembling voice.
The Demon Lord should have held back, otherwise, even if he could survive, he would be seriously injured and dying. It would be impossible for him to still be standing.
"The Shaolin Temple is finished …"
Seeing this scene, the Court Heads felt their hearts turn cold.
Just now, they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, thinking that the Demon Lord might not have taken that step as the rumors said.
In this way, the Shaolin Temple may still have hope to repel the Demon Sect.
But now it seems that …
Even Abbot Huiwen, a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, couldn't take a single blow from the Demon Lord. The strength of the Demon Lord is far from what the Shaolin Temple can deal with.
In this case, what can the Shaolin Temple use to block the Demon Sect?
"Is it possible that the inheritance of the Shaolin Temple for thousands of years will be broken at this moment?"
Some Court Heads trembled in their hearts, and their faces were full of despair.
After The Black Lord defeated Abbot Huiwen in one move, he didn't pay attention to him at all.
For him, even a Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster like Daoist Tianlian of the Tiantai Sect can be easily killed, let alone Abbot Huiwen, who has just entered Grade 1, A Holy Monk.
The black-robed Demon Lord slowly took nine steps forward, looked up at the majestic Great Strength Hall, and suddenly roared:
"A Holy Monk John Doe!"
"I know you are in the Shaolin Temple!"
The Black Lord's voice rolled and resounded throughout the Shaolin Temple. Many Shaolin Temple disciples only felt their ears buzzing, and their minds were in a trance for a moment.
"You killed my Demon Sect's disciples and almost destroyed my Demon Sect's inheritance!"
"How can I ignore such a great enmity? Now, the life and death of the Shaolin Temple is in my hands. If you don't come out, I will kill every disciple of the Shaolin Temple with my own hands! "
After The Black Lord finished speaking, he didn't speak anymore, and his eyes were fixed on every corner of the Shaolin Temple.
For The Black Lord, from the beginning to the end, his target was A Holy Monk John Doe of the Shaolin Temple.
As for the other disciples, even a Grade 1 like Abbot Huiwen, he didn't care about them.
"A Holy Monk John Doe …"
Abbot Huiwen's heart trembled. He didn't know whether A Holy Monk John Doe should come out or not.
With the Devil Lord's current strength, would A Holy Monk John Doe be a match for him?
If A Holy Monk John Doe was no match for him, the Shaolin Temple might really be destroyed today.
"A Holy Monk John Doe …"
A glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of many Shaolin Temple disciples, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.
However.
Time passed.
A Holy Monk John Doe mentioned by The Black Lord didn't appear.
"Hahahaha."
"A Holy Monk John Doe? Under the Devil Lord's power, he would have fled …"
The disciples of the Devil Gate smiled disdainfully.
"Are you really scared?"
The black-robed demon master looked disappointed.
He came out of the Western Desert to find A Holy Monk John Doe of the Shaolin Temple, fight him, and then break through under the pressure of life and death.
But now it seemed that he couldn't get what he wanted.
"There is no need for the Shaolin Temple to exist anymore."
The Devil Lord shook his head slightly, his voice lonely.
Just as the Devil Lord was about to give the order to kill the disciples of the Shaolin Temple.
Suddenly.
A calm voice sounded.
"You want to take revenge on me?"
The next moment.
Under everyone's incredulous gaze.
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