Beiyin Great Sage

Clouds and mists shroud the sky above, and the light of Buddha shines everywhere.

Here is Thousand Buddha Mountain!

Stepping into the mountain gate is like coming to another world, and the Buddha's chanting echoes in my ears all the time, but it doesn't make people feel calm.

If you listen to it for a long time, it will make you upset and your consciousness will go crazy.

In Zhou Jia's perception, there is even a strong aura, densely covering the entire mountain.

These breaths may not be as good as the 'monster' under the Puli Building, but the number is extremely terrifying, making one's scalp tingle.

Especially the few breaths on the top of the mountain, which are not elicited, like thick mountains, even Zhou Jia feels short of breath.

"call……"

Taking a long breath, he waved his arm lightly and threw a dozen fruits in front of everyone:

"ate!"

"Uncle Zhou." Seeing this, Liang Xing was stunned, and then looked at Chang Wuming sullenly, with obvious displeasure on his expression:

"Your surname is Chang, you are lucky!"

As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward to pick up a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth.

Others didn't know what the fruit in front of them represented, but they could tell from Liang Xingzhi's attitude that it was definitely a good thing.

The next one stepped forward and each chose one to swallow.

Dao fruit!

Ben Lei Palm Dzogchen!

The nine steps to climb the stairs are a great success!

The Five Elements Sword is complete!

Thirteen Deadly Swords Great Perfection!

……

As the fruit enters the belly, the coolness rises, and the inheritance of exquisite martial arts appears in the mind instantly, and the mystery is fully known.

Obviously, he has never practiced any kungfu before, but in this short period of time, he has a profound martial arts background.

It is comparable to the efforts of others who have worked hard for more than ten years.

even……

The background is deeper!

"This……"

"what is this?"

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, and they could see the shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes, and even the fear of Qianfo Mountain was forgotten.

Only Chang Wuming, I don't know whether it was an accident or other people's intentions, the fruit left to him was a durian-like thing.

The fruit is the size of a human head, covered with thorns, making it difficult for him to eat it.

Now I see other people showing ecstasy on their faces, staring blankly at the things in their hands, not knowing whether to bite or not to bite.

"Daoguo." Zhou Jia waved again, and weapons appeared in the field one by one:

"One person, one sword, choose the weapon that suits you."

Before everyone in the field woke up from the shock of Daoguo, they were attracted by the sharp and cold weapons in front of them.

Black Iron Profound Soldiers!

Weapons that can be collected and kept by Zhou Jia are not ordinary.

Along the way, he had quite a few Black Iron Profound Soldiers in his hands, and now that he took them out, everyone present was in a daze.

Breathing, also can not help a stagnation.

Even Liang Xingzhi had a dull expression on his face, and couldn't help feeling in his heart:

Uncle Zhou is really a saint of many treasures!

"Never mind it!"

On the other side, Chang Wuming finally made up his mind, opened his mouth wide, and bit hard towards the 'durian' covered with spikes in his hand.

He has reached the tenth rank, his physical body is strong, even his soft tongue has become extremely tough.

Although it is unavoidable to eat, it is painful, but it can also be crushed and swallowed. After a while, the mouth is full of blood, and the 'durian' has been swallowed whole.

Purple Thunder Blade Technique!

"boom!"

A soaring saber intent shot out from his body, and a trace of thunder surrounded his body. Chang Wuming's eyes converged like thunder, and he beckoned a long saber.

The saber intent was urged, and several people within a few feet retreated one after another.

At this time, everyone present had comprehended martial arts, and it was obvious at a glance that in this situation, it was obvious that they had comprehended an extremely good martial skill.

"damn thing!"

Liang Xingzhi was angry and anxious, his eyes were filled with unwillingness:

"Shit luck!"

"what……"

Chang Wuming raised his eyebrows with a provocative face:

"Eat hardships and hardships to become a master. You choose the things first. I also want to thank you for leaving me a good thing."

"you……"

"enough!"

Zhou Jia's voice sank, and he glanced at the two of them coldly:

"After saving people, go down the mountain quickly, don't stay, and then..."

"Strive to survive!"

With that said, he stepped forward.

He walked several feet, seemingly slow, but felt as if he was shrinking. After a few steps, he had passed the wide mountain gate and walked into the stone steps.

He has done what he can do, and the outcome can only be seen by themselves.

"Rumble..."

Just stepped on a few stone steps, there was a sudden tremor from the left and right sides, and the two originally dead breaths suddenly regained amazing vitality.

The ground trembled.

Two arhats, one short and fat, one tall and thin, came on foot.

Arhat was about eight meters tall, barefoot on the ground, golden all over, chanting an unknown Buddha's gatha, and flung himself at Zhou Jia with a strange smile on his face.

Fat and thin Arhat!

"Uncle Zhou, be careful!"

Someone yelled from behind.

The horror of Qianfo Mountain has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people during these few months.

Not to mention the survivors of the aborigines in Jicheng, even those high-ranking outsiders have deep taboos about this place.

The black iron powerhouse is only eaten by the mouths of these terrifying arhats!

Although he knew that Zhou Jia was very powerful, but facing this kind of golden arhat, he couldn't control his worries, so he still blurted out.

The thin arhat was taller and faster in pace, he rushed to Zhou Jia first, clenched his fist with one hand and chanted the Buddha's name, and smashed it down on his head.

"call……"

As if a mighty force was upon him, the whistling wind spurred his hair and shattered the ground, and the huge fist almost completely enveloped Zhou Jia.

The volume of more than eight meters is even more astonishing.

The power of this punch is not much worse than that of a master in the late stage of Heitie.

but……

"Peng!"

The front of the fist froze suddenly.

The thin arhat's recitation of the Buddha stopped abruptly, his face was filled with astonishment, and when he looked down, his body suddenly jumped uncontrollably towards the ground in front of him.

Zhou Jia clasped the front of the opponent's fist with his left hand, pulled it lightly, and punched out with his right hand.

one punch,

Bang on Arhat's head.

"Peng!"

The Vajra Indestructible Body twisted and deformed in an instant, half of the huge head was broken, and an unknown golden liquid sprayed out from it.

Zhou Jia's complexion remained unchanged, he stepped forward, clasped the opponent's arm again, and slammed towards the ground fiercely.

"boom!"

The earth trembled.

The golden arm that was several meters long and as thick as a wooden stake was torn off by him forcefully, golden blood spattered at the broken shoulder.

The skinny Arhat's entire body was twisted and deformed, and he could only squirm slightly on the ground, making it difficult to get up.

"Shh!"

The figures in the field flickered.

Before Fat Arhat came back to his senses, there were many figures in front of him.

not good!

Its eyes narrowed, its body retreated suddenly, and at the same time, its hands were struck from left and right, like two mountains closing together, squeezing the figure in front of it.

Arhat worship Buddha!

"Boom..."

The melodious voice of the bronze bell Dalu echoed in the field.

The fat Arhat roared to the sky, his face twisted, looking at his left and right arms, they had been torn off his shoulders abruptly.

Zhou Jia's eyes were cold, he threw down his arms, and punched fat Arhat's belly that looked like it was pregnant in October, pulling out a series of golden bones from it.

Immediately, with a sweep of one leg, Luo Han's legs were lifted and broken on the spot.

The Arhat who can torture and kill Heitie is as weak as a puppet toy in front of him, and can be dismembered at will.

rear.

Liang Xingzhi had followed Zhou Jia to hunt several times, and he had the quickest reaction. He dashed forward and rushed in front of the skinny arhat, and slammed his palms like mountains towards the struggling face.

"Peng!"

"Boom!"

Wearing a pair of Xuanbing gloves, his explosive power is comparable to black iron.

After repeated bombardment, the skinny Arhat's body froze, the terrifying aura suddenly dissipated, and his body limp and collapsed to the ground.

at the same time.

Liang Xingzhi's face was full of ecstasy, and he suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed, a powerful breath came out through his body.

Black iron!

Chang Wuming's eyes showed surprise, and he rushed to the side of the fat Arhat like lightning, and the thunder wrapped the blade, and slashed towards the Arhat's neck fiercely.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

Slashing wildly with knives, a golden head the size of a stone mill rolled down from his neck.