The innate realm is naturally not so easy to enter.

If you don't count Ba Sipa, the Central Plains martial arts, from ancient times to the present, there are only two existences that have entered the innate realm on the bright side, one is the Bodhidharma Patriarch who founded the Shaolin Temple, and the other is Zhang Sanfeng.

Of course, there are still the rest of the existence of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism that have entered the innate realm, just like Zhang Daoling, the patriarch of Longhu Mountain, who has been inherited for thousands of years, and the six ancestors of Zen Buddhism, Huineng, and Xiaoyaozi, who created many miraculous feats of the Xiaoyao School, etc., but whether these people have entered that realm or not is just a guess, and no one can really know.

As for the strange people like Huang Shang, who has comprehended the Nine Yin True Scripture, and the Fighting Wine Monk who created the Nine Yang Divine Skill with the help of the Nine Yin True Scripture, it is certain that their realm is definitely not innate.

Because these martial arts, of course, are shocking and rare miraculous skills, cultivated to the fullest, even in the top masters can be respected, but it also ends here, it does not involve the spirit, it involves the cultivation of the will, and the creator has not mentioned it in the slightest, but there is a soul transfer method in Huang Shang's Nine Yin True Scripture, which slightly involves spiritual cultivation.

If you want to enter the innate martial arts, you must first complete the cultivation of the internal force, the true qi is pure, until it is liquefied, and then it fills the entire dantian, and then comprehend your own way, and the spiritual cultivation is to enter the innate nature, and then it is to spend water grinding kung fu to gradually open up all the acupoints around the body and connect with heaven and earth.

If the internal force is insufficient, it will never be possible to open up the acupoints around the body, and if the spiritual cultivation is insufficient, if you open up the acupoints around the body, you will not be able to control the aura that is continuously poured into the body, and you will be forced to die.

Mo Lili sat for three years and practiced penance for three years, and his internal strength cultivation and spiritual cultivation all met the conditions for promotion, but he no longer had time to slowly open up the acupoints.

This level seems to be the simplest, but in fact it takes the most time, amazing and glamorous like Zhang Sanfeng, he opened a self-discipline in his twenties, and practiced martial arts to the realm of Mo Li, but he entered the innate realm, and it was also when he reached middle age and was forty years old.

Although Mo Li's qualifications are good, compared to a great master like Zhang Sanfeng, who carries forward the past and forges ahead into the future, in the end it is still slightly inferior, even if he has Zhang Sanfeng's previous guidance, if he wants to get through the acupoints, it will take ten years of effort.

However, ten years later, what if Phag-Pa returns to the top, or even through the first war three years ago, to the next level?

People are also unborn Buddhism Tianjiao, Mo Li can't wait, can't wait, according to his speculation, in three years, Zhang Sanfeng left a sword wound, this person is not enough to heal.

In fact, Mo Li's speculation was not wrong, although Pasipa relied on the secret method of empowerment and escaped death, but the severity of his injuries made him work hard to recuperate in the past three years, but he still did not get better, so that he had not re-cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, which was far less than the duel with Zhang Sanfeng three years ago, and the internal and external double cultivation reached the pinnacle of the world.

It's just that as he himself said, no matter how he is injured, he is in the congenital realm in the end, and if Mo Li wants to compete with him, he has to enter the innate realm.

So don't leave it.

Instead of opening up the acupoints little by little, but with the pure Yang Wuji True Qi of years of penance, all the acupoints were broken away in an instant, which was so devastating to the body that it was needless to say, but the effect was also first-class.

With the penetration of the acupuncture points, Mo is connected to the heaven and the earth from his own ditch, and the spiritual energy continues to pour in and transform into true qi, which is endless, and the cycle goes on and on, not only the skill is greatly increased, far better than the top realm, but also there is no more trouble of running out of true qi!

In this realm, Mo Li once again used his own sword intent to make a sword.

The sword rises, and the clouds move in all directions!

The black and red mottled sword light covered the sky, drowned the night, devoured all the brilliance, and went straight to Ba Si Pa in an indomitable state.

This is a sword that contains all the killing intent and belief of Mo Li, and it is also the most amazing sword he has wielded since his debut!

The sword light stirred the sky, the wind and clouds changed color, and the cold sword wind blew out one after another on the south peak of Huashan Mountain, and the grass and trees that were steamed into ashes by the scorching breath of Mo Li's Pure Yang Wuji Gong were also torn into countless black ashes by the sword qi, scattering in all directions.

Murderous, chilly, biting and cold.

Just watching the battle from afar, the heroes of the rivers and lakes present all felt that the cold air rose up and down their bodies, all over the body, as if thousands of swords were aimed at every vital point around the body, unstoppable, unbreakable, in the face of this sword, their ending, there is only one dead word!

Everyone stood in place, not daring to move, as if they would really be pierced by the long sword, at this moment, there was no thought left in their minds, only this sword, this one, the most powerful long sword in the world!

The black and red mottled sword light, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way falling, mighty, covering the sky and the sun, majestic, poignant and vast, but there is an irresistible killing intent, rushing to the Eight Sipa.

Facing the sword of this innate realm, and in the face of this cold and fierce killing machine, Ba Sipa smiled softly, pointed to the sky with one hand, and pointed to the ground with the other, and shouted in a deep voice: "Heaven and earth, I am the only one. ”

Heaven and earth, I am the only one!

The sound was like thunder, and the words shook the sky and the earth, making the black and red mottled mighty sword light all stunned!

In an instant, a faint Buddha light lit up from the white-clothed monk, and in an instant, it went straight to the sky, blooming with immeasurable light, enveloping the immeasurable world!

In the dazzling glazed Buddha light, a huge golden Buddha statue is once again revealed to the world, the golden body treasure is solemn, filling the heaven and earth, and the whole body is full of great purity, great compassion, great liberation of Zen.

Different from the golden body phantom of Fang Cai, this Buddha is extremely condensed, just like the presence of Shakyamuni in the Southern Paradise World, majestic and vast, encompassing the four seas, making it difficult for people to self-control and give birth to a heart of awe and refuge.

The Buddha light on the big Buddha illuminated half of the sky, and in the face of the black and red sword light that swept over the sky, he stretched out a golden Buddha palm, calm and indifferent, without half of the smoke and fire in front of him.

Although the golden Buddha palm was huge, it did not contain the immeasurable sense of the universe like Fang Cai, and even one palm was not enough to completely resist the surging black and red sword light.

However, inexplicably, everyone has an intuition, that is, this sword light, it is impossible to break through the defense of the Buddha's palm, that big Buddha, as if it is the strongest pillar between heaven and earth, dominates the Three Realms and surrenders to the heavens!

Shout!

In the sound of the sword light breaking through the air, the golden Buddha palm had already been submerged inside, and the golden brilliance and the black and red sword light were extremely bright at this moment, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

However, this only lasted for a moment, and after a moment, the brilliance was dim, and in the sky, except for a golden-bodied giant Buddha sitting cross-legged, there was no half of the shadow of black and red sword light.

"This ...... It's ......"

Song Yuanqiao suddenly trembled, his eyes looked solemnly at the golden-bodied Buddha that filled the heavens and the earth, but saw that on the palm of the Buddha that resisted the sword light, there was a long and narrow sword mark that penetrated into it, but the Buddha still existed, and the sword light disappeared, what this meant was self-evident.

Yu Lianzhou said in a lonely tone: "Li'er is defeated." ”

He is the person with the highest martial arts among the seven heroes, and between this sword and the palm of his hand, no one can see more and more clearly than him.

The black and red sword light containing the supreme sword intent, poured into the palm of the Buddha, its momentum is irresistible, but this Buddha is as immovable as a mountain, immeasurable Buddha light, endless, in an instant, the sharp sword light, all wiped out.

It must be known that this sword light is already the strongest sword that Mo Li forcibly broke through the innate and condensed the spirit after his body was injured!

The sword intent of the Gu clan, internal strength, and physical strength are all at the pinnacle, and the power of his next sword will never surpass this sword, but it is such a sword, and it has not been able to break through the defense of Ba Sipa, so there is no need to say whether the victory or defeat is to be said?

Nine out of ten people present still don't understand that the victory has been divided, and they are still immersed in the battle between the two just now, but the rest can be understood, in addition to shock, there is regret left.

It's a pity that Wudang has lost another master, and it's a pity that the Central Plains martial arts, no one can subdue this monk in the Western Regions!

The golden-bodied Buddha illuminates the sky, and the white-clothed monk Ba Si Pa under the Buddha bows his head and says calmly: "You don't hesitate to take your life, force into the congenital, after all, you have never defeated the old monk, at this time, you have not a few days to survive, have you ever regretted it." ”

The Taoist stood with his sword raised.

Dressed in a green shirt, fluttering in the wind, above the long sword, it was still humming, and anyone could feel the unyielding sword intent contained in that meridian sword.

Tang Jiu'er saw clearly, under the light of the Buddha, there was not the slightest touch on the handsome facial features of the meridian master, and his eyebrows and eyes were all resolute and sharp, just like when he raised his sword and moved, when he first met Ba Sipa.

Therefore, he will surely die here today, wielding his last sword.

A burst of realization suddenly rose in Tang Jiu'er's mind, and for no reason, a faint bitterness and melancholy lingered in her heart, making her a little painful and difficult to breathe.

She wanted to say something to stop her, but she knew in her heart that no one could stop him, he gave up everything and sat in the nameless Taoist temple for three whole years, waiting for this moment.

Peace of mind even though you die!

"I'm not defeated yet."

Mo Li replied loudly, and the voice spread throughout the southern peak of Mount Hua with the mountain wind, and it was clearly audible in the silent night, and anyone could hear the confidence in the tone of this contemporary sword god.

Perhaps in the eyes of most Jianghu people, the sword god should be so confident, but in the eyes of the masters who have entered the first-class or even the pinnacle realm, they really don't understand where Mo Li's confidence comes from.

The same is true for Phags-pa.

He looked at the somewhat stubborn young man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "God has the virtue of a good life, the old monk can let you choose, do you want to die under the old monk, or go down the mountain?" ”

Mo Li shook his head calmly, and said in a firm tone: "I don't choose either, I want you to die." ”

Rao is Ba Si Pa is cultivation is good, and then he admires the young man in front of him, and he has been rejected by him again and again, and his heart is also a nameless fire.

He said, "Okay, if you insist on this, the old monk will send you on your way." ”

The golden Buddha sitting cross-legged in the sky suddenly moved, a golden palm was pushed out flat, and slowly pressed down, and the blazing glass Buddha light suddenly bloomed from the golden Buddha's palm, filling everyone's field of vision, drowning everything in heaven and earth!

Under the immeasurable golden Buddha light, it was Mo Li in a green shirt, he stood in the middle of the field with the meridian sword in his hand, his expression was indifferent, even under the golden Buddha light, he was as small as an ant.

This is not the real Buddha's golden body, but the manifestation of Pas-pa's own supreme spiritual cultivation, under one palm, there will be no damage to the real world, and nothing will happen to Mo Li's physical body, but his spirit is bound to be completely destroyed by this palm, and he will die without injury, just like Xie Xun who was killed by his sword intent.

Mo Li's eyes looked at the golden Buddha light, and in a trance, he saw a lot of pictures.

It was Song Qingshu who shouted to his junior brother and asked him to help cover up the scene of evading punishment;

It was Song Yuanqiao who taught him earnestly, and for more than ten years, he taught him to practice martial arts and teach him all kinds of life;

It was Yin Liting who went crazy because of Ji Xiaofu's incident, and finally woke up with the sentence 'I don't blame you';

……

All kinds of past events come to mind, every grass and tree on Wudang Mountain is haunting in my heart, and in the end, it has all condensed into an old Taoist figure with a crane-haired face and a kind face.

Lao Dao looked at him with deep eyes, did not speak, just sighed deeply, shook his head, and his face was full of heaviness.

"Master, don't blame me, Li'er has wasted all your efforts to teach." Mo Xuan muttered, but the long sword in his hand was slowly raised.

Zhang Sanfeng, who has cultivated all his life and is over 100 years old, treats the younger disciples of Wudang as if he were his own sons and nephews, close and peaceful.

For the sake of his disciples, for the sake of Wudang, he knew that after his ascension, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but he still chose to protect his disciples, exert all his strength, and kill Ba Sipa.

In life, some perseverance is always more important than life.

Mo Li's eyes were firm and abnormal, looking at the golden Buddha palm from afar, his eyes were full of killing intent.

The ancestor went for me and waited, if I don't take revenge, how can I be at peace in my heart?!

In this battle, I will kill you!

A powerful force of qi and blood suddenly surged from Mo Li's body, faintly, forming a phantom of a dragon elephant behind him, among his limbs, the pure Yang Wuji true qi flowed endlessly, and the crimson true qi swelled up his robe, and the scorching breath spread away again, almost burning the sky and destroying the earth!

Looking directly at the huge Buddha palm that fell, the golden-bodied Buddha statue, Mo Li stepped forward, the momentum was absolutely overwhelming, and he swung a sword without leaving half a penny!

I've been waiting for this sword for three whole years!

The black and red mottled sword light lit up again, the dragon elephant phantom around Mo Li's body disappeared, and the scorching aura around his body also dissipated, and the spirit and spirit gathered together again and merged into the long sword in his hand.

The sword light was condensed and pure, there was only one line, under the light of the golden Buddha's palm, it was so weak that it was almost negligible, but it was extremely tenacious and rushed straight to the sky, and in an instant, it was suddenly divided into nine paths, and then, Mo Li's loud shout sounded:

"Mo, please live the Buddha to ascend to the sky!"

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