Sign In Buddha’s Palm

The man in white shivered all over, knelt on the ground, and the flying knife mark between his eyebrows began to collapse faintly.

You must know that the descendants of flying knives in the past dynasties did not cultivate internal strength or physical body, but only focused on the cultivation of 'God'.

Of course, not cultivating the physical body of internal power does not mean that the descendants of flying knives really do not understand martial arts at all, but compared to their own powerful "gods", the internal physical flesh of the descendants of flying knives can be ignored.

It is precisely because of this extreme that the horror of each generation of flying knives is created.

But at this moment, the marks of the flying knives that showed all the "gods" of the men in white began to collapse and destroy.

How incredible is this?

Perhaps a real first-grade Great Perfection can kill the man in white, but it is impossible to destroy the 'God' of the man in white.

"God" not only represents the spiritual cultivation of the man in white, but also symbolizes the belief of the man in white.

The body can die, but beliefs are not so easily destroyed.

"That is?!!"

The descendants of the flying knife bleed from both eyes.

He just spread his perception through the unique skill of flying knives, barely approaching the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, and then 'looked' from a distance.

As a result, nine rounds of vast and scorching sun turned into the sky, as if returning to the ancient mythological era.

How could the 'God' of the man in white be able to withstand all that, collapsed on the spot, and even an inexplicable backlash came to the flesh in an instant.

"How can there be such a vast and incredible 'God' in the world?"

The voice of the man in white couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Normally, the "god" of ordinary people is almost equivalent to a little "spot of light", and maybe the "god" of a martial artist is slightly bigger.

But even the 'God' of a first-grade Grandmaster is only comparable to a fireball.

But just now, the man in white felt the 'God' from the forbidden area in the back mountain.

at the same time.

The back mountain forbidden area.

Su Qin, who was running Jiuyang Divine Art, silently opened his eyes.

"Someone spying on me?"

Su Qin raised his brows.

When he was cultivating just now, he vaguely felt a peeping gaze.

It can't be said to be peeping, as if an ant accidentally glanced at you from a long distance.

If he hadn't entered the realm of 'Arhat', Su Qin might not have noticed it. After all, this peeping was too inconspicuous, but after attaining the status of 'Arhat', Su Qin's control over himself and the outside world has reached the extreme.

Therefore, this peeping was easily locked.

"interesting."

Su Qin got up and took a step forward.

In an instant.

Su Qin left the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain and came to a corner of the Shaolin Temple.

In front of Su Qin, it was the man in white who was kneeling on the ground and trembling all over.

"It turned out to be the descendant of this generation of flying knives?"

Su Qin just looked at it and knew the cause and effect.

Although Su Qin had not been to Shaolin Temple a few times, he had heard of the deeds of the 'Flying Knife Descendants'.

Shaolin Temple has been in operation for thousands of years. Many saint monks who were born have played against a certain generation of flying saber descendants. After returning to Shaolin Temple, they recorded them in an ancient book, and then placed them in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Su Qin has stayed in the Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and has often seen these in the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion.

According to the records of the holy monks born in the past, the flying knife mastery controlled by the descendants of the flying knife is a pure and fine mystery.

It is similar to the parasitic method of differentiation of demons or the magic Dafa of the door and the heart in Tianmo Ce.

"Shen Yuan collapsed, even if he survived, he would be a waste."

Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated and he made judgments in his heart.

At this moment, he has probably understood why the man in white would end up like this, it is nothing more than oversight, wanting to peep at his 'god' with the unique skill of flying knives.

But unfortunately.

Su Qin's 'God' has long been condensed into Divine Sense, and with the realization of the 'Arhat' status, it has skyrocketed many times.

In addition, at that time, Su Qin was running the Jiuyang Divine Art in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain. The power of the Jiuyang was diffused and reflected on the gods. How could it be that the man in white could 'peep'?

"I have seen, I have seen Venerable 'Arhat'."

The man in white saw Su Qin appearing out of thin air, and even more faintly felt the aura of the same source as the forbidden area in the back mountain, and his voice was bitter.

At this moment, where did he not know that there was really an Arhat in the Shaolin Temple?

If he had known this earlier, no matter how self-confident and arrogant the man in white was, he would never have thought of peeping at an 'Arhat' god.

"Pity."

Su Qin looked at the man in white and shook his head slightly.

He didn't mean to help. The man in white ended up like this. It was entirely his own fault, and he couldn't blame anyone.

Besides, Shen Yuan collapsed, even if Su Qin wanted to save him, he couldn't save it.

Thinking of this, Su Qin turned around and left, and returned to the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain to learn the Jiuyang Divine Art.

Shortly after.

Shaolin Temple found a man in white.

Abbot Huiwen even recognized that the man in white was the descendant of this generation of flying knives.

"Abbot, I disturbed the venerable man in your temple. I deserve to die for my sins. I hope the abbot will keep me. I am willing to accompany the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng for the rest of my life."

The white clothed man lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.

Before coming to the Shaolin Temple, the man in white had always aimed to pursue the limit of martial arts, but after entering the Shaolin Temple and barely peeping at the tip of the iceberg in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, he realized how big the world is.

No matter how he pursues the limits of martial arts, what can he do? Compared with the one in the back mountain, it is still a drop in the ocean, out of reach.

The backlash on the flesh, coupled with the collapse of the spiritual mind, actually made the man in white feel disheartened, and he had the idea of ​​escaping into the empty door, and this was the end of his life.

"Donor, you have to think clearly."

Abbot Huiwen glanced at each other with several hospital directors who came over, and said slowly.

Although the man in white is basically a waste at this moment, he is, after all, the descendant of this generation of flying knives. Whether it is eyesight or knowledge, he does not know how much he surpasses ordinary warriors.

If the man in white really worships the Shaolin Temple, it will also have certain benefits for the accumulation of the Shaolin Temple.

"Abbot, I have already figured it out."

The man in white sighed inwardly and said firmly.

"In that case, the poor monk will shave for you personally."

Abbot Huiwen folded his hands together, recited a Buddha's name, and said.

Time goes by, years are long.

In addition to signing in every day, Su Qin continued to practice and comprehend.

Since knowing that outside the mainland, the myth of martial arts still exists in the depths of the endless ocean, Su Qin's desire for strength surged out again.

"Whether it is Venerable Arhat or martial arts myth, if you want to continue to become stronger and step into a more incredible field, you need not only to cultivate yourself, but also to understand the world!"

Su Qin sat cross-legged, and his eyes became brighter.

During this period of time, Su Qin's cultivation in the Arhat realm was quite smooth through his own efforts and continuous consumption of the Liuli Jindan.