Martial Saint!.

Chapter 520: Thirty Years of Demon Suppression (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Time flies.

This day.

in the secret room.

Lu Chenzhou is going through a disaster.

The vast spiritual power condensed into a giant hand covered with vicissitudes of life, containing mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and grabbed a ferocious demon that exuded the aura of the peak of the fifth realm.

"Damn it, I, the Bloodbarking King, am invincible in this world. Who are you? Your method does not seem to be inherited from this world. Could it be that you are the incarnation of the Sakya ancestor?"

The Bloodbarking King looked at the Faceless Monk.

The monk said nothing and crushed it.

Dawn is breaking.

Behind him, countless demons lay dead.

"I have basically wiped out all the big demons with names and surnames in this world." Lu Chenzhou looked towards the east.

Full sense of achievement.

What is the liver emperor?

The sixth level of spiritual cultivation + "The Curse of the Great Wilderness Prisoner".

In the low-level world where even the top has not been born, he can be said to be walking sideways, and he also experienced the pleasure of sweeping the world. However, because his realm is too high, the tribulations of these ordinary demons have little effect on his spiritual improvement.

The experience in the ancient cultivator's cave allowed his spiritual cultivation to jump several levels. If it weren't for his flawless state of mind, other people would probably not be able to subdue these forces.

The consequence is obsession.

"After several months of trials, I have basically subdued the spiritual power obtained from external objects, and I can break through the realm."

His practice of "Heart Sutra of Tribulations" was stuck at the 15th level. If he wanted to break through, he should have to defeat the Sixth Level Demon King who was suppressing him in the two holy places, if nothing unexpected happened.

One of Sakya Monastery.

One end of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

"It's time for me, the Sword God of Shilipo, to come out of seclusion."

Lu Chenzhou's mouth corners raised.

……

Sakya Peak.

The highest peak in the world.

Ten thousand meters above sea level.

Sakya Peak is the birthplace of the Xin Sect, Sakya Monastery, with scattered white pagodas, fluttering prayer flags and soaring vultures.

This day.

Monk Xuankong, the "little living Buddha" of Sakya Monastery, sat cross-legged in front of a statue of an old monk in a white robe and preached.

After hearing this, all the monks were full of praise.

"Master Ruyi is truly a genius. He was able to comprehend such an obscure Buddhist Sutra of Treasure Banner Mani Shengguang within a year and create his own mantra. I admire him."

“Master Ruyi is chosen as the successor of the legendary Living Buddha Sakya Patriarch. He is not undeserved. He has achieved the fourth level of mind cultivation at the age of thirty. There is no one like him before and there will be no one like him after. With Master Ruyi, our Mind Sect will flourish!”

"I have always been very good at judging people. I think Master Ruyi's future achievements may surpass those of Master Sakya."

A skinny old monk looked relieved.

He is the chief abbot of the lecture hall and has a very high prestige.

Many monks looked incredulous.

"Surpassing the Sakya Patriarch? The Patriarch is a legendary figure who has already ascended to heaven and is serving the True Buddha."

"What the chief said is too exaggerated."

"Yes, no one can surpass the Sakya Patriarch. He is the most gifted and talented person in history!"

Listening to the monks' debate.

Xuankong smiled and remained silent.

"Ruyi" is his Buddhist name.

He wondered where we were going.

All we can say is that this world is of too low a level and isolated from the rest of the world. The monks only see the sky from a narrow perspective and have never seen a true genius!
Du Meng, Dijialou, Lu Chenzhou.

These monsters all crushed him.

Suddenly, the statue of the white-robed old monk glowed brightly. A blood-colored heavenly dog's soul turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The chief seat looked greatly shocked.

"What, the Bloody Bark King is dead?"

For a moment, all the monks were shocked.

“Blood Barking King? Isn’t this the left protector of the Blood Fang Emperor who was suppressed under the snowy mountains? A hundred years ago, he was a peak demon king. Looking around the world, few people could rival him.”

"I know, it's the faceless monk."

"Faceless Monk? He's not quite there yet. The last time he appeared in the world, he was only at the middle stage of the fifth realm."

“Could it be that the Sakya Patriarch appeared in spirit?”

"That's the only explanation."

The chief seat looked solemn.

Only he understood that the Grandmaster had just entered a new realm and was consolidating his cultivation, so it was impossible for him to take action.

"No matter what the Faceless Monk's intentions are, the Patriarch has already reached the Sixth Realm. In this world, he is invincible."

In his heart, he recalled the information from the faceless monk.

He walked out of thin air from Nalanda Monastery, practicing the secret methods of Nalanda Monastery, exorcising demons and monsters along the way. Sometimes he appeared in the world, sometimes he disappeared, and he never showed his true face to anyone. He was extremely mysterious.

Some people say that the faceless monk is an arhat who angered the true Buddha and was banished to the mortal world. He travels through this world to exorcise demons in order to return to the Buddha's kingdom. Others say that the faceless monk is a great demon. Some people have seen him devour all the demons and then become stronger.

While everyone was still guessing.

Xuankong had already realized something and looked up at the sky.

The golden sun pierced the sky.

The sun shines on the golden mountain, and the holy light is brilliant.

The figure of a faceless monk stepped into the void, and with every step he took, a golden lotus blossomed.

"Look, what is that?"

"The faceless monk... soars into the sky, lotuses bloom with every step, and a golden bridge spans ten miles. What realm is this?"

"Could it be that he is really an Arhat descended to the mortal world?"

The monks were shocked.

The chief was even more stunned.

"This aura is from the sixth realm? The same as the founder, how is this possible? He was still in the middle of the fifth realm a few years ago. This kind of progress is too exaggerated even if he is an Arhat descended to the world."

The founder of this world’s Heart Sect, Sakya Patriarch, was gifted with eternal talent, but it took him 400 years to reach the sixth realm.

It has only been about thirty years since the faceless monk appeared in the world, and he has already practiced from the second level to the sixth level. Master Ruyi is far from achieving such progress.

"If this person has malicious intentions..." The chief didn't dare to think about it.

In this world, no one can stop the Faceless Monk except the Patriarch. His coming here may be related to the Blood Fang Emperor who was suppressed under the snow mountain by the Patriarch using treasures many years ago.

The monks lowered their heads and dared not look directly at the sky.

Only Master Ruyi smiled proudly.

He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

The faceless monk's voice was as loud as a bell.

"Are there any monsters under this snowy mountain?"

The chief monk put his hands together and said in a deep voice:

"Monks do not tell lies, yes."

"Unlock the magic circle. I want to slay the demon."

The faceless monk reached out casually, grabbed Yu Jiuxiao lightly, twisted the white cloud into a cushion, and sat on it casually.

"I am waiting."

The chief was horrified.

"Senior, this demon was barely suppressed by our Great Snow Mountain Sixth Realm expert Sakya Patriarch with the help of a supreme treasure. Although a long time has passed, its ferocity has not diminished. Although you have entered the Sixth Realm, you are probably no match for it."

The faceless monk remained silent.

Master Ruyi watches a play.

The other monks trembled with fear.

However, when he heard that Sakya Patriarch had reached the sixth realm, he felt confident. The Patriarch had supreme treasures, and the faceless monk would definitely not be a match for the Patriarch with his bare hands.

The faceless monk chuckled.

"Just release the demons, and I'll keep you safe. Master Sakya, can you come out and talk to me?"

The monk’s aura was overwhelming, and behind him were millions of resentful demons, all of whom were the souls of the undead who died at the hands of the monk.

The monks said angrily:

"My Sakya Patriarch has already ascended to heaven and become a disciple of the Supreme Buddha, with a status equal to that of an Arhat."

"Can I see the Grandmaster whenever I want?"

Suddenly.

The statue of the old monk in white robes cracked.

A helpless sigh was heard.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from outer space?"

"Exactly."

"As expected, the demon in the Great Snow Mountain is called Blood Fang Emperor. I relied on an ancient treasure from the ruins to barely defeat it. With the luck of Sakya Temple worn out, it has fallen to the middle stage of the sixth realm. Fellow Daoist, please leave. You have just entered the sixth realm and you don't have any treasures to help you. You are definitely not its opponent. If you really want to eliminate the demon, you can wait until I stabilize my realm. The one from the Divine Weapon Pavilion is also in the sixth realm. The three of us can work together."

"Without treasures, you can't slay demons and monsters? Master, you should have obtained a treasure from the remains of a powerful person in the Heaven Realm, right? If you rely too much on external things, your practice will fall into the lower level. That's why you have practiced for 400 years before you can barely enter the sixth realm."

"This... what you said may make sense, but since it concerns the lives of all living beings in this world, I will definitely not believe you easily."

"Don't you believe in my character or my ability?"

"You are so talented, yet you have been able to slay demons and monsters in our world for decades. Your merits are immeasurable. I believe in your character, but killing the Demon King requires strength."

“Hahaha, this is easy.”

The faceless monk did not stand up. Instead, he stretched out a big hand from his sleeve, made a gesture, and released a tremendous spiritual force, which transformed into a giant palm that covered the sky and the sun, and lifted up a snow-capped mountain a thousand feet high with ease.

The earth shook and the heavens trembled.

The snow-capped mountains were annihilated in the palm of his hand.

The faceless monk spoke in a calm tone.

"With this kind of strength, is it feasible?"

A middle-aged monk in a white robe walked out of the statue. He had a look of fear in his eyes and a golden wheel of extraordinary texture was spinning behind him.

He was shocked:

"Fellow Daoist, are you crazy? The magic circle formed by the eighteen snow-capped mountains and the central Saga Peak is the perfect terrain to suppress the demons. If you pull one out, the demon will be released."

The faceless monk was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Your magic circle is too simple."

"Let's not talk about this for now. With our combined strength, plus this broken spiritual weapon, we have a chance to kill this demon."

The middle-aged monk looked helpless.

This is an unexpected disaster.

"Hehe, Saga bald donkey, are you dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period? You only relied on the power of your broken spiritual weapon to injure me severely. You don't stand a chance this time."

Rumble!
Blood shot up into the sky, thousands of ghosts howled, and a figure in a blood-stained robe rushed out with a wild laugh and pounced on the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk's golden wheel flew out.

But the blood-robed figure dodged it.

"I will not be careless this time. Hey, you have actually been promoted to the sixth realm... but it's a pity that you are still too weak."

The aura of the middle stage of the sixth realm emanates.

The blood-robed figure spat out a canine tooth, which collided and entangled with the golden wheel. It stretched out its bloody claws and reached for the monk's heart.

"Death to the bald donkey!"

"Daoyou, please act quickly."

The middle-aged monk fought and retreated.

The blood-robed figure was suddenly startled.

Only then did it discover that there was a bald donkey on the cloud.

"You don't even have the guts to cause trouble to me?"

It muttered and slapped the faceless monk with one claw.

The faceless monk did not dodge or evade. Buddha's light shone all around him. A spiritual hand that could imprison the sky and the earth pressed down like the palm of Tathagata, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

There seems to be a Buddhist kingdom in the big hand.

In the Buddhist country, the true Buddha is worshipped.

There is a nine-story pagoda that suppresses the mind realm.

The Blood Claws were wiped out.

The Buddha's kingdom came straight over, covering the blood-robed figure, revealing the shape of a blood-colored celestial dog.

Blood Fang Emperor, the demon king of the Tengu clan.

It seemed that it had seen this kind of method in its bloodline memory. After a moment, a horrified voice was heard.

"The Devil Imprisoning Hand... the descendant of the Ancient Blue Mountain Emperor?"

Snapped!
The Buddha's kingdom is destroyed.

The Blood Fang Emperor was also liberated.

(End of this chapter)