Sign In Buddha’s Palm

"Finally the First Grade Great Perfection..."

Su Qin slowly got up, his eyes calm, and said softly.

The first-rank great master, after the three metamorphosis of god, physical body, and internal strength, can not enter, is the first-rank great perfection.

What is Dzogchen?

It means that it has been cultivated to the extreme in the first-grade realm, and further, it is the "Arhat" status of Buddhism, or the martial arts myth of the rivers and lakes.

This is Yipin Great Perfection.

Of course, if you want to truly attain the'Arhat status' or the martial arts myth, you also need to grasp the ray of energy in the world.

It's just that this qi machine has no effect on the strength of the first-rank Dzogchen, and the first-class Dzogchen that has grasped this qi machine has the same combat power as the unsure of the first-class Dzogchen.

"The three metamorphosis of the physical body, divine mind, and internal strength make me no longer have any shortcomings. At this time, I can truly be called the strongest under the Arhat!"

There seemed to be an inexplicable whirlpool in the depths of Su Qin's pupils.

His physical qi and blood are unprecedentedly prosperous, and his spiritual thoughts are abundant, which can almost affect reality, and his internal force is completely liquefied. Every drop is of vital importance, constantly circulating between the veins.

At this moment, Su Qin could completely attack the realm of'Arhats' immediately, reaching a height that countless warriors in the world would never look up to.

But Su Qin did not do that.

Abbot Huiwen’s lesson was like a lesson from the past. With Abbot Huiwen’s accumulation, it should be no problem to step into the first grade, but because he was eager to achieve something, he finally got into a madness and almost died.

The difference between Su Qin and Abbot Huiwen is...

Abbot Huiwen got into trouble, and Su Qin helped him, but if Su Qin got into trouble, it can be said that there is no one in heaven and on earth.

Even if the'tuo' Arhat came back to life, it might not be able to save Su Qin.

"Not urgent."

"Take it easy."

"Wait for a few months, adjust your mentality to the best, and then prepare for a breakthrough."

Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated.

At this moment, he is completely consummated in three aspects: physical body, divine mind, and internal strength. He can't make progress, only his mentality needs to be adjusted.

for the rest of the time.

The practice that Su Qin completely put down, except for the daily sign-in, seemed to be like a sweeping monk? The sun rises and the sunset ceases.

Recite Buddhist scriptures with the disciples of the courtyards.

Listen carefully to the abbot's teaching.

...

at the same time.

The depths of West Desert.

West Desert is located in the extreme west of the mainland? It borders the vast sea.

If Hanhai is still human, then West Desert is a complete life forbidden zone.

It is a desert with a radius of a million miles.

Even a warrior, if he is deep in the West Desert and fails to find his way? He will starve to death because of lack of water and food.

And at the moment.

Kun Kong, a disciple of the Demon Sect, is walking in the depths of West Desert.

The scorching sun volley? Exudes extremely terrifying heat. If it weren't for Kun Kong, it would be a fourth-rank martial artist? Can run internal power and barely slow down the loss of water in the body? I am afraid it would have been reduced to a mummy long ago.

"Devil Lord, if you don't show up again, I really will die here..."

Kun Kong's lips are dry and cracked? His breath is extremely weak.

More than four years ago? All the upper three realms of the Demon Sect were cleaned overnight by an unknown holy monk? Kun Kong thought of the previous Demon Sect Master who came to the West Desert to retreat.

In order to revive the Demon Sect, Kun Kong came to West Desert without hesitation? Want to find the previous Demon Sect Lord? Ask him to go out? Shelter the Demon Sect disciple.

But unfortunately.

A full four years? Kun Kong has been in Xi Desert for four full years? Not to mention the previous master of the Demon Gate, even if he hadn't seen it alone.

"Is it? My magic door is destined to decline, and I will die here too?"

Kun Kong knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes full of despair.

Staying in this ghost place for four years? Kun Kong was not only physically tortured, but also mentally devastated.

If it wasn't for the obsession in my heart? Kun Kong had given up long ago.

suddenly.

at this time.

Rumbling.

A huge roar came.

Kun Kong looked up subconsciously, and saw a sandstorm that seemed to connect the sky and the earth quickly.

In West Desert, the most terrifying place is not the lack of water or food, but such natural disasters.

Even the martial artist of the upper three realms, under such a scale of sandstorm, will be crushed.

"Never mind."

"Even if you die, you can't be thirst and starve to death."

Kun Kong seemed to have figured out something, and reluctantly stood up, not only did not escape, but walked in the direction of the sandstorm.

only.

As Kunkong continued to approach the sandstorm, Yu Guang suddenly noticed something.

"That is?"

Kun Kong's face changed drastically, as if seeing some incredible scene.

I saw a black spot slowly approaching deep in the sandstorm.

Wherever this black spot went, the extremely violent dust evaded one after another.

The black spot came quickly, and one could vaguely see a man in a black robe.

Under Kun Kong's incredible gaze, the black robe man walked to him and stopped.

"Blood-changing skill? Are you my disciple of the magic door?"

The black-robed man took a look at Kun Kong and said slowly.

His voice was a little jerky and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"The devil."

"You are the devil!!"

Kunkong threw a huge wave in his heart, and knelt on the ground again with a thump without hesitation, and shouted: "Kunkong, the disciple of the Demon Sect, I have seen the Demon Lord!"

"The Demon Lord?"

A smile appeared on the black robe man's face: "It's been a long time since no one called me that."

"Say it."

"What is it for me?"

The black robe man looked at Kun Kong and said slowly.

He spent a full fifty years in this West Desert, forging himself in this harsh environment day and night, almost forgetting the passage of time, and even forgot that there was a magic door outside.

"Devil Lord, my magic door is destroyed."

Kun Kong raised his head with a solemn expression.

"Destroyed?"

The black robe man narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the black-robed man didn't care about the magic door, he was the once master of the magic door anyway.

For the black-robed man, the Demon Gate is like his private property, and you can look down on it, but if others come up to destroy it, it is provoking the black-robed man.

"Devil Lord, more than four years ago, an unknown sacred monk from Shaolin Temple hit the door, and one person cleansed many elders and suzerains of the upper three realms at that time..."

Kun Kong didn't dare to add any oil and vinegar, and said truthfully.

"What is the strength of this generation of Sect Master of the Demon Sect?" the black robe man asked lightly.

Kun Kong hesitated for a while, and then said: "The Sect Master should have already stepped into the First-Rank Grand Master."

"interesting."

"It's interesting."

Hearing the words, the black-robed man said calmly: "The magic gate technique is extreme. Even if you first enter the first-rank master, if you die, you can still display the highest-ranking combat power."

"Able to kill the Demon Sect Grade 1 so easily, and wipe out the other elders in one go, that nameless holy monk should be a superb Grade that has been transformed."

Not only did the black-robed man show no fear on his face, he was full of joy.

"I stepped into West Desert and used the harsh environment to polish myself day and night. I never slackened for a moment."

The black robe man's voice grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a panic roar, spreading everywhere.

"In the past fifty years, my body has transformed, my internal strength has transformed, and only my spiritual thoughts have transformed, I can enter the realm of Dzogchen."

The black-robed man's eyes are like electricity, as if cutting through the void: "However, the transformation of divine consciousness is difficult and difficult. For me, only through the life and death of the strong at the same level can I have such a glimmer of hope."

Speaking of this, the black robe man's momentum has completely risen.

"I want to see if the unknown monk at Shaolin Temple can give me life and death pressure."

The black-robed man has a terrifying breath, like a **** like a prison, coercing everywhere.