A place of cultivation.

Tang Xin's eyes stared closely at the left arm of the Buddha in his hand, feeling a comfortable breath emanating from the left arm of the Buddha, and he only felt comfortable in his heart.

"Whew." Exhaling a breath of turbid air slightly, Tang Xin carefully played with the Buddha's left arm, to be precise, observing the mystery of the Buddha's left arm.

However, to Tang Xin's disappointment, the left arm of the Buddha seemed ordinary, as if it did not have any special purpose. But Tang Xin's intuition told him that there was a powerful power hidden in this Buddha's left arm, and if it was fused, Tang Xin's strength would go further.

"Martial arts? Mysterious! Tang Xin sighed slightly, the martial arts are mysterious, it is true. Many people have spent their lives in martial arts, but they have not reached the ultimate in martial arts, and no one knows what the ultimate in martial arts is. Is it "Wu"? Or is it the "Tao"? Tang Xin doesn't know, and neither does the world.

At this time, Tang Xin found that his strength had reached a point beyond what ordinary people called "martial arts", True Qi, Jin Dan, and Xuanyuan Sword and the magical Dragon Phantom. What exactly is the ultimate martial arts? Tang Xin seriously thought about this question for the first time, Qin Shi Huang was reincarnated into his body, but he did not reach the final realm; Emperor Xuanyuan's sword shattered the sky and ran rampant all over the world, but it was rumored that he had ascended to immortality, whether it was life or death, but five people knew.

Among the people Tang Xin knew, the strongest was not Xuanyuan Zongheng, not the ancient snake and the evil sect, nor the grandmother who gave him "Mianzhang" when he met him casually on the street, it was Dosk. Dosk, who does not belong to this world, the god-making system he created can be said to be unique in the world, Tang Xin knows that his strength can improve by leaps and bounds, relying on Dosk. The Supreme God King, the one who dares to say that he is proud of the earth, only Dosk dares to be so mad.

God, what Dosk said about the earth, no one on earth can compare to this realm, could it be that God is the ultimate way of martial arts? Tang Xin doesn't know, maybe Dosk doesn't know.

Tang Xin thought, his eyes quietly looked at the left arm of the Buddha in his hand, and saw that the left arm of the Buddha exuded a trace of golden light. An ancient and benevolent breath of the Buddha emanates, the Buddha pays attention to the cultivation of patience, the equality of all beings and the kindness of all beings, all things are animist, cherish all things, this is the Buddha, but also a kind of "compassion". And Tang Xin felt a huge force on this left arm, and Tang Xin assessed this power that ten of them could not compete.

What is this Buddha's left arm?

A ray of light appeared out of thin air, shining brightly, and then a virtual figure appeared out of thin air in front of Tang Xin's eyes, in the place of cultivation. The white and long eyebrows and beard, the pair of black eyes that encompass all beings and love all things, and the hands together, sat in front of Tang Xin as if they were sitting in meditation.

"Inheritor, you've finally appeared." The gaze of the figure looked at Tang Xin, the clear pupils that loved all things and were tolerant collided with Tang Xin's bottomless dark pupils, Tang Xin only felt that he felt a sense of love and tolerance, as if a big Buddha appeared in front of him, asking him to wash away his sins.

"How do you know I'm the heir? What if I'm not? Tang Xin looked at the figure in front of him, and only felt a shock in his heart, could it be that this person was the abbot Li Didong said? But Tang Xin felt a breath in the abbot's body, a bottomless aura, as if this person's martial arts cultivation was close to the extreme, but there was still something missing.

"Hehe, because—life." The figure smiled slightly, looked at Tang Xin, and said word by word in that mysterious tone: "This fate is destined by heaven, we martial arts cultivators can't change it, I can't do it, you can't do it, and the people in this world don't seem to be able to do it." And it is because of this fate that all this is arranged, the encounter between you and me at this time, the opportunities on you, and your future path in general. ”

"Life?" Tang Xin frowned slightly, hearing the figure's explanation, Tang Xin only felt that his heart was even more mysterious.

"That's right, it's fate. Because of fate, I was trapped in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Martial Dao Yuan God for a hundred years, but in the end I was defeated by the people of the evil sect, this is fate, no wonder! A smile appeared on the corner of the figure's mouth, and the changes of the past few hundred years were all downplayed and accustomed to for him. Immediately looking at Tang Xin, the figure said slowly again: "It is precisely because of fate that you have long been the successor, but your life and life seem to be unable to dominate." Because, there is something in your body, it changes your life, makes your life develop elsewhere again and again, and changes your life against the sky, is it a blessing or a curse? It depends on whether fate can win you or whether you can win fate. ”

"Changing your life against the sky? Fighting the sky? Tang Xin's brows furrowed even more, and he muttered slightly. Because of something in himself, he changed his fate? Could it be that the god-making system is being made?

"Amitabha, the successor, the rest of the old man can't say anymore, everything, it's up to you." The figure folded his hands and said softly to Tang Xin: "This Buddha's left arm is destined to be something prepared for you, your life is destined to be related to Buddha, demons, and Tao, and even to the distant other side of the ocean." You are the heir, you will have the power to reign over the world, and you will have the destiny to fight the strongest. ”

"Remember, that battle will decide the life and death of mankind!" A light flashed out of thin air in the figure's eyes, and he slowly said these words.

"This ......" Tang Xin only felt shocked in his heart when he heard this. But before Tang Xin finished speaking, a huge essence light had already emanated from the figure's body, and the light shone, and the figure was like a big Buddha.

With his hands clasped together, the figure slowly murmured a spell.

The light of the Buddha's left arm was revealed, floating out of thin air, and then quickly rushed towards Tang Xin's left arm.

Tang Xin didn't resist, to be precise, he couldn't resist if he wanted to, although he didn't know that Yuan Shen had reached that realm, but he couldn't resist it now. If the people of the Yuan God Realm wanted to move themselves, Tang Xin could be sure that he would definitely die.

A fine light flashed out in an instant, and the clothes and silk armor on Tang Xin's body seemed to be absent, and the left arm of the Buddha went straight into Tang Xin's left arm.

Then it slowly melted into Tang Xin's bones.

Pain, a heart-piercing pain instantly emerged, changing bones, this is an indescribable pain.

The figure opened his eyes slightly, and instantly appeared in front of Tang Xin, an old hand gently stretched out on Tang Xin's forehead.

In an instant, Tang Xin felt that the pain suddenly decreased a lot, and he seemed to fall into a gentle embrace. (To be continued.) )