"Finally a perfect product"
Su Qin stood up slowly, with calm eyes, and said softly.
For a first-rank great master, after the transformation of god, body, and internal force, there is no way to advance, and that is a first-rank Dzogchen.
What is Dzogchen
It means that you have cultivated to the extreme in the first-rank realm, and if you go further, you will be the "arhat" fruit of Buddhism, or the martial arts myth in the world.
This is the Great Perfection.
Of course, if you want to truly prove the status of "Arhat" or the myth of martial arts, you still need to grasp the ray of energy in the dark between heaven and earth.
It's just that this wisp of energy has no effect on the strength of the first-rank Dzogchen. The first-rank Dzogchen who has grasped this wisp of aura has almost the same combat power as the first-rank Dzogchen who has not grasped it.
"The transformation of the physical body, spiritual thoughts, and internal strength has made 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 vortex slowly turning in the depths of Su Qin's pupils.
His physical energy and blood are unprecedentedly prosperous, and his spiritual thoughts are so abundant that they can almost affect reality. His internal energy is completely liquefied, and every drop is extremely heavy, constantly circulating among his veins.
At this moment, Su Qin can completely attack the realm of "Arhat" immediately, reaching a height that countless warriors in the world can hardly look up to in their entire lives.
But Su Qin didn't do that.
The lessons of Abbot Huiwen are like a lesson learned from the past. Based on Abbot Huiwen's accumulated background, it should be no problem to step into the first rank, but because he was eager for success, he became mad and almost died.
The difference between Su Qin and Abbot Huiwen is that.
Abbot Huiwen went mad, and Su Qin came to rescue him, but if Su Qin went mad, it can be said that there is no one in the sky and on the earth to save him.
Even if the 'Pack' Arhat is resurrected, it may 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 has been completely perfect in the three aspects of physical body, spiritual thought, and internal strength, and he can't make any progress. He only needs to adjust his mentality.
for the rest of the time.
Su Qin completely let go of the practice, except for the daily check-in, it seems that he is really like a sweeping monk, coming out at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Chanting Buddhist scriptures with the disciples of various courtyards.
Listen carefully to the teachings of the head abbot.
at the same time.
Deep in the Western Desert.
West Desert is located in the extreme west of the mainland, bordering the vast sea.
If the vast sea is still inhabited, then the western desert is a complete forbidden zone for life.
For a million miles, there is a desert.
Even warriors, if they are deep in the western desert and do not find their way, will starve to death due to lack of water and food.
And at this moment.
Kun Kong, a disciple of the Demon Sect, is walking in the depths of the Western Desert.
The scorching sun soared into the sky, exuding terrifying heat. If it wasn't for Kun Kong, who was a fourth-rank martial artist who could use his internal energy to barely slow down the loss of water in his body, he would have been reduced to a mummy by now.
"Lord, if you don't show up again, I'm really going to die here."
Kunkong's lips were dry and cracked, and his breath was extremely weak.
More than four years ago, all the high-level officials in the upper three realms of the Demon Sect were purged overnight by an unknown holy monk. Kunkong thought of the previous master of the Demon Sect who had come to Ximo to retreat to death.
In order to revive the Demon Sect, Kunkong came to West Desert without hesitation, wanting to find the previous master of the Demon Sect, ask him to leave the gate, and protect the disciples of the Demon Sect.
But alas.
For four full years, Kunkong walked in the West Desert for four full years, not to mention the last Lord of the Demon Sect, not even a single person was seen.
"Could it be that my Demon Sect is doomed to decline, and I will die here too?"
Kunkong knelt on the ground with a plop, his eyes full of despair.
After staying in this ghost place for four years, Kun Kong was not only tortured physically, but also mentally devastated like never before.
If it weren't for the obsession in his heart, Kun Kong would have given up long ago.
Sudden.
at this time.
Rumble.
A huge roar came.
Kunkong looked up subconsciously, and saw a sandstorm that seemed to connect the sky and the earth struck quickly.
In the Western Desert, the scariest thing is not the lack of water or food, but encountering this kind of natural disaster.
Even a warrior of the upper three realms would be crushed to pieces under such a large-scale sandstorm.
"Forget it."
"Even if you die, you can't die of thirst and starvation."
Kunkong seemed to have figured something out, stood up reluctantly, not only did not escape, but walked in the direction of the sandstorm.
only.
As Kun Kong kept getting closer to the sandstorm, Yu Guang suddenly noticed something.
"That is?"
Kun Kong's face changed drastically, as if he saw some unimaginable scene.
In the depths of the sandstorm, a black spot slowly approached.
Wherever this black spot went, the extremely violent sand and dust all avoided it.
The black spot came quickly, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a man in a black robe.
Under Kunkong's incredulous gaze, the black-robed man stopped in front of him.
"Blood Transformation Art? Are you my Demon Sect disciple?"
The man in black robe looked at Kun Kong and said slowly.
His voice was a little rough and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"The devil."
"You are the devil!!"
There was a huge wave in Kun Kong's heart, and he knelt on the ground again without hesitation, and shouted: "Kun Kong, a disciple of the Demon Sect, has seen the Demon Lord!"
"The devil?"
A smile appeared on the face of the black-robed man: "It's been a long time since anyone called me that."
"Say it."
"What are you looking for?"
The man in black robe looked at Kun Kong and said slowly.
He stayed in this western desert for a full fifty years, forging himself in this harsh environment day and night, almost forgetting the passage of time, and even more forgetting that there is a magic gate outside.
"Demon Lord, my demon gate has been destroyed."
Kun Kong raised his head with a tragic expression.
"Destroyed?"
The black-robed man narrowed his eyes slightly.
Although the man in black robe didn't care about the Demon Sect, he was the former master of the Demon Sect no matter what.
To the black-robed man, the magic door is like his private property, which can be looked down upon, but if others come up to destroy it, they are provoking the black-robed man.
"Devil Lord, more than four years ago, an unknown holy monk from Shaolin Temple came to the door, and single-handedly wiped out many elders and suzerains of the upper three realms at that time."
Kun Kong didn't dare to add fuel and vinegar, and said truthfully.
"What is the strength of this generation's demon sect master?" the black-robed man asked lightly.
Kunkong hesitated for a while, then said, "At that time, the suzerain should have already stepped into the first-rank grand master."
"interesting."
"It's interesting."
Hearing the words, the black-robed man said calmly, "The Demon Sect's skills are inherently extreme. Even if you are just a first-rank grandmaster, if you risk your life, you can still display the combat power of a first-rank peak."
"To be able to kill the first rank of Demon Sect so easily, and wipe out all the other elders, that unknown holy monk should be the ultimate first rank after transformation."
Not only did the black-robed man not show any fear on his face, but he was full of joy.
"I stepped into the Western Desert, took advantage of the harsh environment, and polished myself day and night. I never slacked off for a moment."
The voice of the black-robed man became louder and louder, and finally turned into a roar of panic, spreading in all directions.
"In the past fifty years, my physical body has transformed, and my internal strength has transformed. I only need to transform my spiritual sense to enter the realm of Dzogchen."
The black-robed man's eyes were like lightning, as if piercing through the void: "However, it is difficult to transform the spiritual sense. For me, there is only a glimmer of hope through the life-and-death struggle of the strong at the same level."
When the man in black robe said this, the aura around him completely rose.
"I'd like to see if that unknown holy monk in Shaolin Temple can put me under the pressure of life and death."
The black-robed man's aura is terrifying, like a god like a prison, coercing all directions.
(end of this chapter)