Kunlun does not fall, and the gods are immortal!

Wu Ming turned around slowly, looked at the golden scales with a calm gaze, and was silent.

There are only eight words, but it reveals the secret of Kunlun Heavenly Palace!

Not surprisingly, the other party was so relaxed that he gave such a secret, most likely just to lure him to go in person.

If it is exposed, it will naturally make people see that the defense of the demon cave here in the King Kong Temple is lax, so as to give 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 miscalculated one point, that is, he didn't know that Wu Ming had an incarnation outside his body.

When necessary, Wu Ming can cast secret techniques and completely control the incarnation with his own will, so as to participate in the competition for the opportunity of Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

Whether it is Long Kui or the Three Sages, although the autonomy is extremely high, it is very different from the out-of-body incarnations that have appeared in the past, but if they can't be completely controlled, how can Wu Ming give the two such a high degree of autonomy?

The reason why he hesitated, and even some couldn't make up his mind, was because the two were not deities after all, and even if Wu Ming personally controlled the incarnation at a critical moment, there might be dangers that he couldn't deal with.

In terms of strength alone, although either of the two is comparable to a pseudo-saint powerhouse, what if it encounters the existence of the holy realm?

Although the rules of heaven and earth in the Kunlun Heavenly Palace are extremely special, and can even erase the existence of the Holy Realm, there are countless strange people in the world, and there are many secret treasures, and it is difficult to guarantee that there is no way to circumvent the rules of heaven and earth in the Kunlun Heavenly Palace.

After doing things that hide from the world and crossing the sea, after entering it, even if the strength is suppressed, it is not comparable to ordinary demi-saints.

It is precisely based on this consideration that Wu Ming did not let the two act alone, but joined forces to break into it.

If it weren't for the fact that the outside world still needed the spatial power of Kongji and Rhubarb, Wu Ming wanted them to enter together, and with him sitting in the King Kong Temple, unless it was the strongest person in the Holy Realm who personally took action, this place could be called impregnable.

Regardless of asking, it can be known that Kunlun Heavenly Palace is the end of the lineage of gods, and there must be secrets beyond imagination hidden in it.

From the beginning, Wu Ming wanted to enter it to find out, but he had been away for too long.

"Heh, the thief's heart is not dead!"

Wu Ming was cold, and after thinking clearly about many of the key points, a trace of hesitation in his heart disappeared instantly.

No matter how secret the gods are in it, Wu Ming doesn't care.

In the past, I had to leave, I didn't have enough strength to support my daughter, but now there is nothing more important than accompanying my daughter.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming turned around and stepped out, as if teleporting, appearing in another corner of the dark cave.

There, the golden light was dim, as if there was a golden Buddha shimmering with a mysterious luster, but it also revealed an indescribable twilight, as if it would be annihilated at any time.

It is the holy Buddha of Kongoji Temple - Baoguang!

"Shouldn't the master explain this to the king?"

Wu Ming said indifferently.

"Amitabha!"

Baoguang's expression was dark, and although his voice was like a bell, it revealed a hint of hoarseness.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming sneered, his gaze swept over the depths of the dark cave like electricity, and in his pupils he reflected a statue of a monk sitting cross-legged, like a statue, reciting scriptures silently.

"The donor is now at the top of his life, only one step away from reaching the peak, why do he do this despicable act of threatening the old monk with weakness?"

Baoguang suddenly looked up, and his shriveled cheeks were full of anger.

"Oh, it seems that although the master is dead, his heart is not dead!"

Wu Ming's face was even colder, and his tone was cold to the bone.

"Ants are still stealing life, let alone people?"

Baoguang's angry face swooped away, and he said the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, good, good!"

"Hahaha!"

Wu Ming laughed wildly, and many of the monks who were shocked showed pain, but none of them woke up, ignoring the strange situation in the cave, and said incomparably, "I heard that the Buddha fed the tiger with his body, intending to influence the fierce and stubborn, and asked the master to teach me, the Buddha can succeed?"

"What the Buddha did is not in success, but in compassion!"

Baoguang whispered.

"Oh, then, the tiger is full of food and has the strength to hurt innocent pedestrians, so who should this account be counted on?"

Wu Ming said coldly.

The corners of Baoguang's lips twitched, and he was silent.

"Selfish people are also worthy of becoming Buddhas?"

Wu Ming flicked his sleeves and turned around, and said coldly, "If you don't have the heart to face hell, it is impossible for the master to become a Buddha in this life!"

"The donor has fallen into the devil!"

Baoguang was shocked, and said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, how is the devil, how is the Buddha?"

Wu Ming didn't look back, he looked coldly, "I am both a Buddha, a demon, and a heavenly dao, how are you doing?"

"You ......"

Baoguang raised his head in amazement, his cloudy eyes were full of horror, as if he was shocked that Wu Ming dared to say such a rebellious remark.

"In fact, originally I still had a lot of expectations for the master, at least the master will not be like a Zen bald donkey, saying that I am a Buddha and compassionate, let me put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Wu Ming walked slowly, a little lonely, and a mocking voice came, "Compassion is for the sake of influencing sentient beings, that is the Buddha's business, and I ...... It's just sending them to see the Buddha!"

"Amitabha!"

Baoguang was crying, trembling, the golden light around him was like mist, and it was actually sprayed out, reflecting the brilliance of the dark cave.

"Muni ......"

The sound of chanting with a mournful roar was loud, and the sound of nothingness was spread one after another, as if there were boundless gods and Buddhas coming from nothingness, making the cave in the endless Buddha shadow, with a bit of Buddha's charm.

"There is something to be done in heaven, but you can't live if you do it yourself!"

Wu Ming waved his hand lightly, and a relic fell into his palm.

The figure of Bao Guang sitting on his knees, in the endless Buddha shadow, as if he had come to life, turned into a duplicate shadow, slowly stepped into it, and gradually disappeared.

Ten thousand Buddhas chanting, the Buddha country leading, the holy monk passed away!

Originally, Baoguang still had a few years to live, but he moved his mortal heart and shouldn't have secretly negotiated with Jin Scale.

Although it did not cause major damage, and even before it could act, it was detected by Long Kui and the Three Saints, and it was snuffed out invisibly, but what was done was done!

In this regard, Wu Ming will not tolerate it!

Boom!

Hundreds of millions of miles away, far away in the majestic mountains of the hinterland of the Great Song Dynasty, a 10,000-year-old ancient temple, suddenly a bell melodiously rises, but it reveals an indescribable low and heavy.

"Amitabha!"

A sound of the Buddha's horn is like a flood bell Da Lu, spreading the void, straight into the sky, as if there are ten thousand Buddhas chanting scriptures.

For a time, all the monks put down their work, folded their hands, and chanted in a low voice.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming seemed to feel something, looked at the heavens from afar, his eyes were cold, and he brushed his sleeves away.

Baoguang's death, in his opinion, is just to blame, even if he evil Buddhism because of this, he doesn't care.

Everything must have an effect, if it weren't for the bad intentions of the Vajra Temple, and the trap of the exercises, to calculate him, he would not have ended up now.

Even the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, gave Wu Ming a rather bad impression, otherwise, he would not have repeatedly knocked on Shenxiu.

Of course, Wu Ming also made two preparations, Yu Huineng, and formed a good relationship many times, even if it was forcibly given, the other party had to write down the favor.

Next, Wu Ming didn't pay attention to the miscellaneous matters, and in the main hall of the King Kong Temple, while recuperating, he silently accompanied his daughter, and occasionally participated in the research and sorting, and this time he went out to travel to all worlds.

Throughout the past ten years of Wu Ming, although his heart has not changed, and he has not even deliberately cultivated miscellaneous ways such as talismans, instruments, and pills, many secret techniques are quite extraordinary.

The three cultivations of Buddhism, Taoism and Demons have made their combat power superb, and their heritage is profound, and they are almost unsurpassed.

Now, it is only one step away from breaking through the holy realm.

However, borrowing secret methods such as the seed of the heart demon allowed him to cultivate various miscellaneous paths at the same time, but at the same time, he was also distracted, making the martial arts not as pure as before.

There's no way around it.

Wu Ming has too many enemies, he has been displaced for more than ten years, and he has died in Shenzhou, if he doesn't have a few special skills, how can he survive until now?

Just like in the heavens and worlds, there are countless strange creatures encountered, and the magical powers of all kinds of strange and evil sects are unseen and unheard of.

Even with Wu Ming's ability, relying on martial arts alone, sometimes he can't solve the problem at all, and he can only use the miscellaneous path he has cultivated to fight the enemy.

It's like a soul powerhouse that I once encountered, and I am almost completely immune to any power attack.

If Wu Ming hadn't fought hard to consume his soul power, he would have sunk the gods and slashed them under the divine will knife, and was almost devoured by the other party.

Now, it is rare to have free time, Wu Ming settled down, accompanied his daughter, and while sorting out what he had learned, he made the final preparations before breaking through the Holy Realm.

In this way, the semi-retreat cultivation, the half-leisure cultivation, passed for three months.

"Come on, sleep for a while, wait a little longer, daddy and I, I will wake you up, and I won't murder you again!"

Wu Ming stroked the coffin lightly, his face was soft, and there was a trace of remorse.

Thinking back to the beginning, he didn't leave a good impression on his daughter, so that his daughter was in the dark, I don't know if she would have nightmares, and she didn't even have a support, which made him feel painful.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wu Ming's eyebrows jumped violently, causing the palm of the hand that was caressing the coffin to stiffen suddenly, and a trace of panic for no reason permeated his heart.

Even with his current cultivation and characterization, he couldn't help but feel bursts of palpitations pouring into his heart, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant.

"What's going on?"

Wu Ming's eyes were like electricity, piercing into the void, and the countless seeds of inner demons in the sea of consciousness were like the most sophisticated machines, suddenly running.

But although he noticed some traces, it was far from enough for him to deduce the truth, as if something was like a film, blocking the heavens.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the ancient coffin of Kunlun shook suddenly, releasing layers of light, and there were even lines like annual rings, which were twisted and uncertain.

"Humph!"

Wu Ming's eyes were about to split, his hands pinched, pulling the immeasurable light, attracting the power of heaven and earth, and crushed the holy Buddha relics of the treasure light, and integrated them into the purple and green lotus shadow, so that the Kunlun ancient coffin was stabilized again.

"The Kunlun ancient coffin not only has the ability to cover the heavens, but also has the power of the origin of time, and any power is difficult to pass through the Kunlun ancient coffin and impose on the people inside, how can it ......?"

Wu Ming's face was difficult to see, and he pinched the deduction, and with a snap, his index finger cracked alone, revealing Sen Sen's phalanges, but it was not as powerful as his Sen Ran, who was like falling into an ice cellar, "Zhao Shuhang, you are so daring!"

The bloodline secret spell is reversed, and there is only one possibility, that is, Zhao Shuhang canonized and reversed the blood curse!