He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 375 Nothing more than that
As soon as Jiang Lin said this, the entire Xumi Mountain Range was shaking.

The rotation speed of the magic weapon Sumeru Wheel increased a bit, making a loud noise like a lion's roar.

A ray of divine light came out from the wheel, like a sword cutting through the sky.

Jiang Lin drew his sword in an instant and chopped down.

Sword skills, breaking the air!

With a swipe of the sword, a crack was created in the void in front of him, and the divine light rushed in headfirst without even a sound.

The remaining power of the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique remained undiminished, and it continued to chop straight towards the Sumeru Wheel.

The terrifying aura seeping out of the cracks would have made any other Divine Martial Realm warrior look terrified and retreat uncontrollably.

But the Four Saints of Shimen did not retreat. They all stretched out their hands and pressed on the Sumeru Wheel.

The cultivation level is constantly injected into it, causing this magical weapon to shine with an even more dazzling divine light.

The divine light became bright and transformed into mountains, seas, wind, and water, and finally gathered into a golden wheel that rotated endlessly.

This golden wheel possesses unimaginable power. The cracks created by the sword's shattering technique were torn and twisted.

After a moment, the golden wheel stopped turning and disappeared into thin air along with the nearly two-meter-long space crack.

The ascetic monk, who was covered in golden color, said in a voice as hard as iron: "In front of the Xumi Wheel, even the peak of the Divine Martial Realm would not dare to speak nonsense. You are too arrogant."

Jiang Lin stared at the Sumeru Wheel again and again. The power of this magical weapon was beyond imagination.

He was at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm, and even with his sword, he was unable to stop him even though he used the Sky-Breaking Sword Technique.

Although he deliberately controlled his strength and did not use his full strength, he believed that the same was true for the Sumeru Wheel.

There are also the Four Saints of the Shi Sect. Although their cultivation is only at the seventh level of the Divine Martial Realm, they can inject their cultivation into the Sumeru Wheel to enhance the power of the magic weapon.

If we really talk about actual combat power, I'm afraid even those at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm may not be their match.

No wonder the Daqian court had left Sangzhou alone for so many years and ignored it. I guess this is the reason.

It will definitely be a fierce battle to destroy these ascetics.

Daqian has never fought a civil war. For hundreds of years, except for the three major sects, it has only been waging external conquests.

Otherwise, how could Sangzhou be so dark?

The silver-white ascetic followed up and said, "Your Excellency calls yourself an official, so you must be from the imperial court. You came to Mount Xumi to make trouble for no reason, so you should give an explanation."

"Explain?" Jiang Lin said coldly, "When I was breaking through, you interfered for no reason. Why don't you give me an explanation?"

The four saints of Shimen were obviously startled, and asked in unison: "Are you the one who broke through the Daowu realm?"

Their eyes flashed with various colors as they kept trying to find out Jiang Lin's background, but the more they looked, the more confused they became.

No matter how you look at it, he is only at the Divine Martial Realm, not even at the ninth level.

But they could indeed feel the aura of Dao Wu from Jiang Lin.

The ascetic who was ablaze with light suddenly asked, "Could it be that you have condensed your Dao Heart in the Divine Martial Realm?"

Daoxin?

Jiang Lin immediately remembered the word, but before he could speak, the Four Saints of Shimen suddenly turned their heads and looked at the Sumeru Wheel.

Not long ago, the Xumi Wheel had prophesied that someone who had broken through the Dao and martial arts realm would come to Mount Xumi to destroy Buddhism.

The divine soldier was enraged by this, and passively emitted the voice of Buddhism to intimidate others.

However, it was this sound that disturbed Jiang Lin's breakthrough and made him hold a grudge.

The Four Saints of the Shimen sect looked at the Sumeru Wheel. How should they calculate the cause and effect?
The ascetic in silver white said, "There must be a misunderstanding here. Please don't make a mistake. Just leave now and you will have nothing to worry about."

If he really explained it honestly, given Jiang Lin's personality, he might actually listen.

But ascetics are the rule in Sangzhou. This is the biggest rule here, and they no longer need to explain anything to the world.

Allowing Jiang Lin to leave safely is already the greatest courtesy.

Jiang Lin sneered and said, "I told you I'm here to teach you how to become a Buddha. How can you just walk away?"

"How dare you speak nonsense!" said the ascetic whose body was crystal clear.

Jiang Lin stared at the Sumeru Wheel and said, "I heard that the Four Saints of the Shi Sect have a magical weapon, the Sumeru Wheel, which is a world of its own. One can go through three calamities and nine difficulties to become a Buddha. I came here today to experience it!"

The silver-white ascetic's voice was a little low: "Three tribulations and nine difficulties, no one has been able to pass them for hundreds of years. If you can't pass them, you will die. Why do you joke with your own life?"

"What if I insist on going?" Jiang Lin looked determined.

At this time, the ascetics at the foot of the mountain had already rushed to the top of the mountain and surrounded the place tightly.

There were over ten thousand of them, and there was not much anger or emotion in their eyes. They were cold, like stones that had not moved for thousands of years.

But as long as the Four Saints of Shimen spoke, they would rush forward, regardless of the huge gap between their own cultivation and Jiang Lin's.

Faced with such a scene, Jiang Lin was not afraid at all.

Now that you are here, you can't leave easily. You must do what you should do!
He felt a wave of warmth in his chest, and the so-called Tao heart seemed to be giving him affirmation.

The Four Saints of Shimen seemed to realize that Jiang Lin would not leave easily today no matter what.

The golden-clad ascetic looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Sir, do you know what the three calamities and nine difficulties are?"

"Of course I know. I heard about it when I got here. It's quite interesting." Jiang Lin spoke lightly, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

Seeing such an attitude, even the Four Saints of the Shi Sect, who were at a high level, could not help but feel angry.

The golden-clad ascetic said: "Since you insist on doing so, then I will do as you say. If you die here, don't blame me..." "Too much nonsense." Jiang Lin interrupted.

The ascetic dressed in golden color suddenly stopped talking, and golden light flashed in his eyes, rising like fireworks.

He said no more, and moved with the other three saints, stood behind the Sumeru Wheel, and then placed his hand on it.

The cultivation was infused into it, and the sound of Sanskrit was loud. The ascetics around immediately sat down cross-legged, chanting aloud.

The Sumeru Wheel, which was originally only one foot long, suddenly grew hundreds of times larger.

The three wide steps look like three-level platforms.

On the first floor stood nine ascetics holding sharp blades and with expressionless faces. Their aura was extremely powerful, and they were obviously at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm.

The four saints of the Shimen sect spoke at the same time, and the sound was like a huge bell, buzzing.

"The Seven Treasures Stairway is complete. All living beings may proceed. Please."

Jiang Lin looked at the three huge steps and flew up to the first step without any hesitation.

As soon as he went up, he felt a powerful restraining force that froze all his cultivation.

That is the power of the magic weapon Sumeru Wheel, with the blessing of the Four Saints of the Shimen Sect and tens of thousands of ascetics. It is so powerful that even those at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm cannot move here.

Nine ascetics holding sharp blades, all at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm, stepped forward.

They seemed real and fake, and no one knew where they came from. Only the blades in their hands exuded sharpness.

Without any cultivation to protect him, if he were to be hacked at by this eighth-grade Shenwu realm warrior of the same realm for seven days and seven nights, he would probably be chopped into meat paste.

Jiang Lin didn't know how the other ascetics survived this calamity, but when nine ascetics at the same level surrounded him and chopped him down with their swords, he only felt his chest tremble violently.

The light spot buried in his heart emitted a dim glow, which made Jiang Lin feel extremely relaxed in an instant. He had actually broken through the restraint of the divine power of the Sumeru Wheel.

The blade fell and hit him, making a sound of metal hitting metal.

When the nine ascetics raised their knives again, they saw that the edges of the blades had curled up.

Jiang Linsheng smiled and said, "There are still seven days and seven nights. Don't stop."

The silver-white ascetic said in a low voice: "Your Excellency relied on your Dao heart to break free from the restraints, how can this be considered as entering a calamity."

"Why not? Before I came up, didn't you know about the Dao Heart? Now you are bringing this up, can't you afford to lose?" Jiang Lin said.

This made a lot of sense, leaving the Four Saints of Shimen speechless.

They no longer said anything, but just silently urged the Sumeru Wheel to turn.

Every time it turns a circle, a day passes.

Nine ascetic practitioners at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm surrounded Jiang Lin and hacked at him, but they were completely helpless.

No matter how sharp their knives were, they could not cut through Lord Zuo Si, who had been blessed with the furnace method and honed thousands of times with various skills.

Just like that, when the Sumeru Wheel turned seven times, the figures of the nine ascetics of the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm disappeared.

Jiang Lin exercised his muscles for the whole afternoon and was unharmed.

On the second layer ahead, there are thousands of poisonous substances, intertwined and mixed with each other.

Ordinary ascetics would never be able to withstand such a severe poison, nor would they be able to experience such a strong toxicity.

It can only be said that the Four Saints of the Shimen Sect and the Sumeru Wheel have deliberately increased the difficulty.

But Jiang Lin didn't hesitate at all and flew up immediately.

Thousands of toxins pounced on him like maggots on the tarsal bones, trying desperately to drill into his body.

Jiang Lin had no intention of resisting and let the poison penetrate into his body. His skin continued to crack and rot, and even his clothes were melted away.

Only the long sword at the waist and the Sun-Chasing Bow behind the back can help him resist.

However, when these poisons penetrated into his internal organs, a flame suddenly appeared from his body, like an angry dragon, and instantly spread throughout his body.

Those toxins fled outwards frantically as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

But their escape speed is no match for the fire spirit.

After wandering around, it eliminated all the toxins in the body. However, the fire spirit had not yet calmed down and rushed out of Jiang Lin's body, turning into an endless wave of flames, devouring the second-level platform at will.

The bodies of the Four Saints of Shimen trembled slightly. They obviously did not expect that Jiang Lin not only had a heart of Taoism, but also concealed such a terrifying fire spirit.

No matter how powerful the poison is, it has no power to resist the fire spirit.

The Sumeru Wheel rotated rapidly, one circle, ten circles, twenty circles...

By the 30th lap, the second-level platform was already clean.

The fire spirit was swaying in the air, poking its head towards the Four Saints of Shimen, as if it wanted to burn them.

But it didn't really do so. The Sumeru Wheel vibrated, causing the fire spirit to pause slightly, and then returned to Jiang Lin's body.

But the next turn seemed meaningless.

When seventy-seven circles are completed, it means seventy-seven days have passed.

Jiang Lin stood on the stage with his head held high and his chest puffed out. He looked down at the Four Saints of the Shi Sect and the tens of thousands of ascetics below, then flew up to the third floor.

There was only loud laughter, falling down triumphantly.

"The second of the three calamities is nothing more than this."

(End of this chapter)