After ten years of cold window, you told me it was Zongwu?

The man has absolutely no flaws.

"Is this a monster?"

Seeing Su Han approaching, a trace of determination flashed in Mingzun's eyes.

"Want to work hard? It's too late."

Su Han chuckled lightly, and grasped Mingzun's neck.

Unlike the physical body, Mingzun's body is not a physical body, but like glass, without temperature, but extremely cold.

With a movement in Su Han's heart, the extreme yang power was activated, and in an instant, the true energy in his hand surged and turned into extremely high temperature.

Seeing the high temperature, Ming Zun was secretly pleased.

He is born of faith, born of fire, and burning him with fire will not hurt him, but will make him stronger.

This is simply a salary to put out the fire.

He didn't show it, he hid his thoughts.

However, after only a few breaths, he discovered something was wrong.

The fire of true essence formed by this extreme yang force was so terrifying that it melted his body of faith.

"What power is this!"

Ming Zun's face changed drastically, and his voice was trembling.

"Extreme sun fire."

Su Han responded indifferently, "Let's try the extremely dark fire again."

As he said that, he activated the extreme yin true essence and turned it into the fire of true essence.

Instantly, yin and yang circulated, and Mingzun's body melted faster. In just a moment, one-third of his body melted.

"do not want!"

Sensing the rapid weakening of consciousness, Ming Zun was frightened and begged for mercy.

Su Han remained unmoved, the yin and yang of the real essence in his hands circulated faster, rapidly refining Mingzun's power.

Ming Zun's expression changed, and he couldn't help cursing.

Gradually, the cursing diminished.

As the last bit of faith power was refined by the true essence, the traces of Mingzun's existence in the world were completely erased.

But at this time, there was a ball of golden flame in Su Han's hand, burning blazingly.

"This is Mingzun's body?" Su Han was surprised, and a trace of spiritual power invaded it.

Suddenly, a stream of information emerged.

Among them is the origin of Mingzun.

It turned out that Ming Zun was a lamp enshrined in the Da Ming Zun Sect, and was enshrined by the world, and then produced spiritual wisdom, and finally cultivated into the Dharma Body of Faith.

Afterwards, the Daming Zunjiao was divided into several branches, one in the Sui Kingdom, that is, the Daming Zunjiao led by Xu Kaishan.

The other branches split into Mingjiao and Munijiao.

Due to the great increase in the power of faith, Ming Zun's power increased rapidly, and after hundreds of years, he was actually promoted to the realm of heaven and man.

Seeing that the situation is very good, the land gods are coming.

The result——Su Han directly accepted Mingjiao with the strongest posture, which caused him to lose more than half of his belief power.

This kind of thing happened, how could Ming Zun bear it.

Sensing Su Han's arrival, he directly made a strong move, wanting to take revenge, but unexpectedly, he was directly suppressed by Su Han.

"The creation of heaven and earth is really miraculous." Su Han admired, "I never thought that a flame could also turn into a living being. If it was born in a mythical world, the achievement of this thing should be even greater."

Staring at the flame, many thoughts emerged in Su Han's mind.

swallow?

Too dangerous.

Although he was quite sure that Mingzun had been refined to death, who knew if swallowing this thing would be a problem.

Emperor Yan can play like this, can he also play like this?

In the end, his eyes fell on the Kunlun Sword.

With a heart move, the long sword was unsheathed.

The next moment, he threw out the golden flame.

In an instant, the flame disappeared, and a golden flame pattern appeared on Kunlun Sword.

Mingzun was born in faith, between the virtual and the real, and naturally fused with the Kunlun sword.

Su Han clenched his long sword tightly and slashed out.

boom!

900

In an instant, the ground cracked, revealing a glazed opening.

"It can generate high temperature?" Su Han admired, "This sword will be stronger in the future."

More importantly, countless powers of faith surged from the void and merged into the Kunlun Sword, causing the sword to evolve rapidly.

These beliefs are not only the beliefs of Ming Zun, but also the beliefs obtained by Su Han from ruling the world.

In fact, in ancient times, it was definitely not the gods who had the most faith, but the emperor.

Especially a Mingjun, the power of faith he got can definitely make people look sideways.

The battle on Su Han's side is over, and the battle between Xiang Yutian and Bodhidharma is still going on. The two have already fought to the top of the sky, breaking up all the clouds and mists in the sky, revealing a clear night sky.

Su Han took a look, but didn't go up to help.

The evil emperor Xiang Yutian is just his temporary comrade in arms, and he has no friendship, so he has no reason to go up and help.

More importantly, he still has work to do.

He did not forget that the purpose of this trip was to regain Heshibi.

At this time Bodhidharma is not in Shaolin, it is the emptiest time of Zen Buddhism, and it is a good opportunity to regain Heshibi.

With a movement of his figure, Su Han's figure had disappeared in place.

The next moment, he had already appeared several miles away, his steps seemed to be teleporting, and in just a moment, he came to the gate of Shaolin Mountain.

Shaolin in the Sui Kingdom is the source of Shaolin in other countries. Compared with Shaolin in the Northern Song Dynasty, it is much stronger.

Before entering the temple, Su Han sensed dozens of guru auras and several great guru auras.

"The guests are here, but Shaolin still doesn't come out to welcome them?"

With a long roar, Su Han waved his palm, and the powerful palm force swept across the Shaolin main entrance.

"Where is the madman, this is Shaolin Zen, don't stop there!"

The next moment, a group of stick monks rushed out, waved the pure copper sticks in their hands, and threw them at Su Han.

"go back!"

Su Han's pace remained unchanged, extremely steady, and a bronze mask appeared around his body.

boom!

The copper rod hit the mask, making a crisp sound.

The next moment, many stick monks were directly shaken back, flew back upside down, fell to the ground, their muscles and bones were broken, and blood was spurted wildly.

And the mask, being attacked by dozens of masters, unexpectedly did not tremble at all.

"What a strong master, quickly notify the elders in the temple!"

The leader of the stick monk was shocked and wanted to support his body, but he felt pain all over his body. The action failed in the end, so he could only shout loudly.

Su Han smiled lightly: "I came here aboveboard, why are you so panicked, don't worry, I will wait for your masters to come over."

While speaking, he was still the same as before, and the frequency of his steps remained the same, as if he was strolling in the courtyard, he walked towards the temple.

After walking not far, dozens of monks came out.

These monks not only wore light yellow robes, but also cassocks, obviously higher than the previous stick monks.

And the strength is more than 01:30 points stronger than the stick monks.

"Amitabha, this place is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism. I don't know if you have any grudges, want to disturb our peace?"

"Quiet?" Su Han smiled, "Grand Monk, if you really want to be quiet, then you will never hide He's Wall in the temple. Hehe, my Central Plains treasure is something you Hujiao can grasp. Shibi, this seat can take it lightly.".

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Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

The head monk's face turned cold: "In this way, there is no discussion on this matter. Brothers, let's meet this young hero for a while!"

After the words fell, 36 masters were distributed in all directions, surrounding Su Han.

"Everyone is very confident." Su Han's face turned cold, "Then don't blame me for killing people today."

As soon as the voice fell, the boundless sword light gathered, and the next moment, the sword light poured out, turning hundreds of meters around into a jeopardy formed by a sword aura.

Bang bang bang!

Many masters joined together to form a shield of true energy.

Dozens of people work together, it is not weak.

But it didn't block even a breath, and the shield of true essence disappeared into nothingness.

Then everyone was strangled by the sword energy and turned into a piece of flesh, making a Buddhist holy place bloody and filthy.

"Amitabha!"

With such a movement, Shaolin's strong men naturally knew that the comer was not weak, and the sword energy was restrained, and several figures appeared, looking at Su Han with hatred in their eyes.