Before long, a layer of aura like a golden coat suddenly appeared on Su Wu's body, this layer of aura seemed to be fused with Su Wu's skin and flesh, and it looked very strong and thick, and these golden lights were like liquid lying down, flowing rapidly on Su Wu's body, so as to completely digest the monstrous aura carried by the bison fangs.

The old monk's crumpled right arm was already pressed on Su Wu's shoulder, and the continuous Dao Qi from his hand covered every part of Su Wu's body, protecting Su Wu tightly and impermeable.

Su Wu finally had a chance to breathe, if he held his breath for too long, sooner or later he would suffocate people, Su Wu hung this breath, and it was not easy to kill so many spirit beasts that were going to die in a row.

The rest of the finishing touches, just leave it to the old monk to do, the old monk really stood up at this time, he put part of his Dao qi on Su Wu in the first moment after using the golden bell jar of the Buddhist gate, and in the second instant, he turned the huge boar that stubbornly resisted into a corpse with four feet in the sky, and could no longer find someone to scatter the wilderness.

Although the old monk did not have a knife on his body, nor did he have a golden Zen staff, he had a body of Haoran internal force that had nowhere to be sprinkled for many years, and this body erupted out, like a mountain torrent, which was more terrifying than Su Wu's knife.

The cultivation of Buddhism is not like taking it from the outside, so these internal forces have been held in the body of the old monk for so many years, and there has never been a chance to completely release it.

It was at this time that the invincible guards chose to disperse after losing countless companions and even leaders.

The collapse of that behemoth was the last straw that broke their confidence.

The cunning rabbit is dead, and the lackey Heng.

Even if they are wild beasts, they will understand the principle of cherishing their lives, and the so-called sacrificing their lives for righteousness must not be something they can do.

These beasts have finally become leaderless defeated dogs, and they have paid a terrible price for their ignorant interception.

The old monk seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and still made a gesture of gearing up, looking a little old naughty boy.

After this fight, those milky mist had completely dissipated, and Su Wu and the old monk were pressed by the gaze of countless pairs of beasts.

But now they are all a group of cowards who dare not speak out, and no beast dares to intercept Su Wutong and the old monk's path to the deepest part of the forest.

After solving the trouble, the old and young invaders finally no longer had to walk as restrained and cowering, and they began to stride into a puff of light smoke, leaving everything far behind their heads, and no longer restrained.

"Come in, both. Although the spirit beasts that had been bred for so long were directly beheaded to death by Su Wu and the old monk in their own forests, it didn't seem to be too angry because of this. These things happened right under its nose, but it seemed unheard of, and there was even a hint of politeness in its tone.

In this world of the jungle, it is always those big devils who stand in the sea of corpses and bones that will be respected by everyone.

Su Wu and the old monk quickly disappeared as far as the beasts could see, and came to the deepest part of the forest, which was also the highest place on this low mountain.

Su Wu's goal is the most striking tree in the forest, and that tree may make Su Wu forget all the other trees in the mountain.

In the lush shadows, Su Wu and the old monk searched around for this towering tree that must have looked different from the others.

But the deeper they went, the denser the cyan in Su Wu and the eyes of the others became, and it seemed that every distance they could see a large tree that was far larger than the other trees, but as they walked deeper and deeper, they would find that the big tree they had admired a moment ago was so worthless.

A mountain is taller than a mountain, a tree is stronger than a tree, and a leaf is more thick than a leaf.

Su Wu and the old monk walked in the forest layer after layer of green, and gradually began to be confused again.

The phrase "no end" sometimes means a loss of direction and a loss of purpose.

Everything and everything, heaven and earth will eventually come to an end, but maybe they have not been found yet.

Fortunately, after Su Wu and the old monk persevered in searching, they finally broke into another world around a corner.

This piece of heaven and earth seems to belong to this short hill.

In fact, it is also a world created by the mountain god that belongs only to it, as long as it does not want to, it is impossible for Su Wu and the old monk to find it as outsiders.

Since Su Wu and the old monk came in, it also meant that the mountain god wanted to see the two.

"Since I haven't given up after looking for so long, then I'm lucky to let the two of you in. The mountain god's title to Su Wu and the old monk has unconsciously become "two".

Without the last patience, no one would be able to walk around this forest for two hours.

After two hours had passed, the mountain god affirmed the piety in the hearts of the two.

In the eyes of God, all who come to seek it should fall on their knees on the ground with their legs and pray reverently and gracefully.

But what made Su Wu and inexplicably find the mountain god was indeed not the so-called piety at all, but a kind of persistence.

Su Wu's persistence that he couldn't return empty-handed, and the old monk wanted to see the mountain god's persistence with his own eyes.

These attachments make them not discouraged until they find the mountain god, but forget the passage of time.

The world is a field with only one tree, but this tree is worth hundreds, thousands, and thousands of trees in the forest.

This is a tree, and its branches and foliage are as simple as literally, completely covering all the heavenly dome in this space, and not a single ray of sunlight can pass through the gaps in his branches and leaves, because the branches that grow on this tree, like a canopy, do not leave a single gap.

The pavilion is like a cover, and it is the branches and leaves of this ancient tree.

This ancient tree is exactly the same as Su Wu imagined, and once you look at it, you will quickly forget what all the other trees look like.

But even so, Su Wu and the old monk, who should have been kneeling on the ground for a long time, were still standing, just looking at this towering ancient tree with a level-headed attitude.

This made the mountain god feel offended.

"What's the about two gadgets coming to me?" and it didn't speak as politely as before.

"The old man just wants to come and see you, and I will be able to go back when I see you. The old monk took a few steps forward, trying to touch the roots of the tree coiled on the ground with his hand, but soon after wrapping around it, half of his body was enveloped by more spiky roots.

"Now that I've finished reading it, don't give me where to go back!" The old monk's seemingly normal little action became naked blasphemy in the eyes of the mountain god.

All the beings who were able to bear the name of the gods had reached the realm of heaven and man that the monks said.

The Tianyi Zhenren who soared in front of the powerful monks in the world was once also a heavenly realm, and under the baptism of Nirvana of the Heavenly Tribulation, he finally completed his degradation

"It's not enough, the old man wants to see how angry God looks, and it's not a matter of a few hours for this old man's old bones. The old monk seemed indifferent to the anger of the mountain god.

"Don't you see Lao Tzu's angry look yet? Do you want Lao Tzu to buckle your eyeballs earlier?" The mountain god laughed angrily, and even began to use indecent swear words.

Although the mountain gods who have been in this inaccessible mountain for many years have some cultivation that reaches the sky, they lack the spiritual wisdom that people who have entered the world.

To be precise, its intellect is only equivalent to that of a mortal in his early tens.

Being irritable and violent has always been an old problem of this mountain god.

The old monk looked at the huge vines flying in the air, but laughed even louder.

The mountain god must have seen the old monk get angry a long time ago, and the old monk at that time was just a young monk who was bent on the Buddha and had doubts in his heart.

The old monk really came here just to see the river god's gaffe, and the more angry the river god became, the more he laughed, and in the end, his laughing waist was about to bend halfway.

The thick vines on the ground began to lash at the old monk who was already very old.

The young, strong-blooded young monk of that year was already too late to look like a scripture.

But the cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism is no longer what it used to be.

The huge vines, mixed with layers of spiritual energy, were shocked by the golden Buddha light attached to his skin the moment they touched the old monk's body.

More and more vines on the ground are constantly awakening, if the mountain god just used three points of cultivation to tempt, this time the cultivation of the upper reaches of at least sixty percent.

But those brilliant golden Buddha lights were still the same under the more intense, like the attack of the stormy class, and there was no sign of wanting to retreat, but gradually there were signs of spreading.

Suddenly, the dazzling Buddha light covered by the old monk's body like a golden armor soon spread around the old monk.

After all, the golden seed cover is the old monk's own supernatural power, and when this supernatural power is passively released on Su Wu's body, it is simply two completely different realms compared to being released by the old monk himself at this time.

The old monk who has always said that he is not a monk has never forgotten the Dharma that his master once gave him, and he has repeatedly practiced day after day in that broken temple, just so that he will never see mortals die powerlessly in front of his eyes again.

Many years later, this scene happened again, but the old monk was no longer the young monk who was indignant when he saw injustice.

He is already a monk who is accustomed to eating meat, and it is inevitable that many thoughts have undergone subtle changes in the passage of time.

But he still had to watch this extremely naïve mountain god lose his temper, like an old man teasing a child in pain who was holding a rock sugar gourd that fell to the ground.