Opening Sign To Buddha Palm

Chapter 67 Want to see Shaolin, nine days have passed! (Four more!)

“There is an Arhat Venerable in Shaolin Temple?”

The man in white clothes with a faint Flying Daggers mark on his brows frowned slightly.

If anyone who knows everything about the Rivers and Lakes Martial Forest here, he will definitely recognize that the man in white is the descendant of Xiao Li’s Flying Daggers.

Xiao Li Flying Daggers, there are no false cases.

These eight characters are famous all over the world, even those first rank Grand Great Masters who cross the Martial Forest are extremely afraid of the descendants of Flying Daggers.

“It shouldn’t be Luohan Venerable, but it’s just a rumor on Rivers and Lakes.”

The man in white thought for a while and shook his head.

You know, whether it is Luohan Venerable or Martial Forest myth, it is difficult to produce one in several eras.

If the Shaolin Temple really has an Arhat Venerable, how could it be spread by the outside world that there is no first rank Grand Great Master and almost fell out of the Martial Dao list of the world?

“It’s just that the death of the demon master is a fact. With the strength of the demon master, he can’t escape even if he escapes. I am afraid it is a first rank Dzogchen.”

The white-clothed man touched his chin, his eyes thoughtful.

He is not a fool. Even if he does not think that Shaolin Temple has an Arhat Venerable, he will not think that Shaolin Temple is a soft persimmon.

“But isn’t that exactly what I want?”

“A first-rank Dzogchen, if he observes his’god’, can he give me enough pressure?”

Suddenly a trace of heat flashed in the eyes of the man in white.

The man in white didn’t mean to provoke the first-rank Dzogchen of Shaolin Temple.

The first rank Dzogchen’s physical body, divine consciousness, and Internal Energy have all completed their transformations, and they are extremely complete, far beyond his ability to resist.

The man in white just wanted to press himself to take the last step by feeling the strength of the other’s “God”.

The descendants of Flying Daggers have different personalities.

Some are approachable, some are gentle, some are jealous, and some are held to the limit of Martial Dao.

And this white-clothed man took the Martial Dao limit as a lifelong pursuit.

The descendants of each generation of Flying Daggers master the Flying Daggers Secret Technique.

The Flying Daggers Secret Technique, a descendant of Flying Daggers, is different from most martial arts magic in the world.

Flying Daggers Secret Technique is a mysterious technique.

To put it simply, if you want to block Flying Daggers from the descendants of Flying Daggers, it’s useless to rely on Internal Energy and your body.

It can only rely on whether one’s own ‘god’ is strong enough.

If ‘God’ can stop it, live.

If the ‘God’ can’t stop it, die.

therefore.

Normally, a Practitioner under the first rank will die if he meets a descendant of Flying Daggers. As for the first rank Grand Great Master…

Only the first rank Grand Great Master who began to nurture his own “God” can block it.

But this is not absolute, it still depends on whether the ‘god’ of the Flying Daggers heir is strong enough.

Of course, Flying Daggers Secret Technique is not without flaws.

Every time the descendant of Flying Daggers swipes a knife, he will basically exhaust all his energy and he needs a period of recuperation. At that time, the descendant of Flying Daggers may not even be able to beat an ordinary person.

During individual combat, the descendants of Flying Daggers can instantly kill any Practitioner below the first rank Grand Great Master.

But in the face of the siege, the descendants of Flying Daggers may have to admit it.

Because he can only make a single shot in a short time, and after a single shot, it is a waste.

Since his birth, the man in white has swung a total of nine knives, each of which has a powerful Practitioner that fell. The strongest of them is a first-rank Grand Great Master from Nanming Kingdom.

By swinging these nine knives, the white-clothed man constantly sharpened his own “God”, and he was able to transform the God and condense his divine thoughts with almost only one step.

It is a pity that this step may seem simple, but in fact it is like a moat.

If there is not enough external stimulus, to withstand the oppression of the powerful Practitioner’s “God”, the descendants of Flying Daggers will not be able to complete this last leap.

“Unfortunately, the grandfather Zhao in the Tang Palace seems to have condensed spiritual thoughts, but I can’t enter the palace at all.”

The man in white sighed.

“but.”

“I can’t enter the palace, but I can still enter the Shaolin Temple.”

The man in white was shocked.

Although Shaolin Temple is a major Martial Dao in the world, it does not prohibit pilgrims from entering and worshiping Buddha.

The man in white can completely pretend to be a pilgrim and sneak into the Shaolin Temple.

As long as he enters the Shaolin Temple, the man in white can feel all the ‘gods’ nearby through the Flying Daggers Secret Technique.

As long as the first-rank Dzogchen is still in Shaolin Temple, he will inevitably not escape the perception of the white-clothed man.

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Shaolin Temple.

Su Qin finished today’s sign-in opportunity, his eyes turned slightly, and he looked outside the Shaolin Temple.

Since the death of the devil, there have been many spies hiding in the dark outside the Shaolin Temple, and even the pilgrims who visit the temple every day to worship the Buddha have a Practitioner disguise.

Although Su Qin knows this scene perfectly, he is too lazy to handle it. As long as he doesn’t disturb him, the abbot and the head of the hospital will take care of the rest.

“By the way, the cultivation of Nine Suns Divine Art is to the extreme. It is said that you can burn the mountains and boil the sea like a big sun.”

“You can try it today.”

Su Qin’s heart moved.

Nine suns magical arts are Buddhist magical arts, and Su Qin’s cultivation of nine suns magical arts indirectly confirms each other indirectly with the founders of nine suns magical arts.

After entering the realm of ‘Arhat’, it is necessary to gather a hundred schools of thought to prove oneself.

Thinking of this, Su Qin returned to the back mountain forbidden area, sat in the Lotus Position, and quickly operated the Nine Suns.

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Outside the Daxiong Hall.

The man in white turned into a pilgrim and walked to a corner without leaving a trace.

After stopping, the man in white glanced around his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Just a moment.”

“Using the Flying Daggers Secret Technique to observe other people’s’gods’, as long as the time is not long, even the first rank Dzogchen will not be aware of anything.”

The man in white settled down, thinking silently in his heart.

As for whether he can bear a first-rank Dzogchen’God’, the man in white still has this confidence.

As the descendant of this generation of Flying Daggers, he was originally very good at ‘God’. As long as he didn’t die, he should observe a ‘God’ in the Martial Forest myth. It shouldn’t be a big problem.

Thinking of this, the white-clothed man gently closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and touched the Flying Daggers mark on the center of his eyebrows.

Hum! !

The next moment.

The man in white only felt that his spirit was infinitely elevated, and could vaguely perceive the dots of light scattered all around.

“Is that the “god” of many disciples and pilgrims of Shaolin Temple?”

The white-clothed man did not pay attention to these, and continued to spread his thoughts in all directions.

“this is not.”

“That’s not it.”

The man in white frowned slightly, cold sweat faintly.

If you continue, I’m afraid he will exceed his limit. .

Just when the man in white was about to give up.

His thoughts finally spread to the back mountain forbidden area of ​​Shaolin Temple.

The next moment.

The man in white’see’ came to an unforgettable scene.

I saw that within the scope of his perception, nine rounds of vast scorching sun suddenly appeared.

In the nine days, the sky was full of light, shining through the darkness and burning the void. Where the nine rounds of the Great Sun pass, everything is lonely and life is extinct.

“This is this is this is…”

The man in white only felt that his own “God” was beginning to collapse, and he knelt on the ground with a thump, his eyes bleeding, and his expression was terrified.

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