With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 564 Sumeru as a furnace, forging my holy body! (6k)

Liao Chen hung his head and silently descended the mountain.

He noticed that Meng Chuan's eyes would light up for a moment, then dim like his own.

Doing this made him feel like he was on a rollercoaster.

My mood is very unstable.

He was almost at the bottom of the mountain, and he still hadn't come up with a solution.

It feels like I'm headed for a dead end no matter what.

There's no hope.
Seeing that Meng Chuan seemed to have a lot of ideas, he finally couldn't help but ask:
"Captain Meng, if you have any ideas, please share them. If you tell us, even Buddha can help analyze them."

But to everyone's surprise, the fat monk had no choice but to finally manage to get the team leader's help.
The sound interrupted his thoughts, and Meng Chuan was brought back to his senses.

I should first confirm whether my idea of ​​using heavy pressure to toughen my body is correct and how feasible it is.

"Fat monk, after that fierce battle on the mountain, do you feel any improvement in your physical fitness?"

Liao Chen wondered:

"Hmm? Wait a moment, let the Buddha sense it."

He doesn't have the [Flower of Flesh], that's exclusive to Meng Chuan.

After standing still, he searched his mind several times before slowly nodding.

"It's negligible. Even if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't be able to detect it."

I feel that the efficacy of this item is modeled after the true Mount Sumeru, the ancestral home of my Zen Buddhism.

"To reach the summit, one must withstand the weight of over 1.3 million tons?"

Liao Qing had said this before, down at the foot of the mountain.

In the Buddhist community today, only Abbot Xuanmou, a ruthless individual, has ever reached the summit.

It's equivalent to carrying over a hundred fully loaded Liaoning aircraft carriers on your shoulders—that's terrifying.
Liao Chen nodded, and then began to explain what "imitation" meant.

After the other party explained, Meng Chuan understood.

Mount Sumeru in the Buddha's Dharma Realm can greatly temper the strength of the physical body, and the soul will record this process of improvement.

Once you leave the Dharma realm, practicing related external cultivation methods will be twice as effective with half the effort.

The principle is simple.

Within the Dharma realm, first let the mind experience the entire process.

Once you're out there, you can use your experience to further refine your physical body.

It's like having a "talent enhancement device" for physical training.

Each time I climb Mount Sumeru, it's like "renewing" my physical training.

Compared to his innate sacred body, it is naturally incomparable.
Even so, Mount Sumeru is not a place that everyone can climb, nor is it a place that can be climbed at any time.

There are strict time limits and a limited number of participants when it is opened.

Even so, the number of "mountain climbers" signing up each time is endless, wanting to experience physical growth before their minds do.

Then, through real-world practice, the progress was transformed into more rapid physical training.

Returning to the present situation, Meng Chuan seemed to be deep in thought.

"Indeed, this [pseudo-Mount Sumeru] can be used to temper the body's ability to withstand pressure."

Now there's only one problem left, and it's the same old story: what do we do when we don't have enough mental energy?

On Mount Sumeru, one's mental energy is consumed more quickly.

His mental strength was only half left, far from enough.

Are there any other solutions?

Meng Chuan asked himself a question.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Liao Chen, who was standing beside him, was also intelligent and instantly guessed what he was thinking.

"You think you can withstand the gravity at the mountaintop by improving your physical skills? No way!"

Liao Chen spoke frankly, rejecting Meng Chuan's idea.

Here, limited mental energy means limited time.

Bearing heavy pressure will cause mental energy to be consumed rapidly.

Even if Meng Chuan has exceptional physical talent.

To accomplish this in such a short time is simply a pipe dream!

In addition, even if Meng Chuan could climb the mountain "standing up".

If he were truly capable of defeating her, he could easily annihilate Yuan, the demon hiding behind the Chaos Pearl Umbrella.
The more Liao Chen thought about it, the more hopeless his future seemed.

My spirits sank higher and higher; I saw no hope of ever getting out.
"Are we really going to be trapped here to die? Can someone come in and rescue Master Buddha?"

He prayed silently.

The unique pressure of Mount Sumeru, coupled with the terrifying strength of that celestial demon itself.
Liao Chen was in so much pain.

If Senior Brother Liaohuo had not gone into seclusion, he would have come to participate in this mission.

With his peak martial arts master level, he might still have a chance today.
As for Meng Chuan
They had already tried their best, but it was just that a few of them held them back.
Liao Chen shook his head and finally said:
“Benefactor Meng, your idea is simply impossible. Do you have any other ideas?”
If not, we might as well listen to what Hai said earlier and go find the loopholes in the Dharma Realm.”

In an instant, Meng Chuan looked up sharply.

His eyes gleamed, interrupting Chen's words.

"It's not impossible! I have an idea. Come on, run fast, I'll go down the mountain and explain it to you in detail!"

"I wonder if there really are loopholes in such a vast Dharma realm?"

"Then give me your spiritual power, and keep some for yourself to search."

"??"

Give him your mental power?
What do you mean?
Seeing that Meng Chuan had started running without saying a word, Liao Chen had no choice but to bury his curiosity.

The mist on the mountain completely disappeared from the summit.

Only after the two descended the mountain did they turn back and discover it.

Unhindered golden light burst forth brightly and freely on the mountaintop.

It was like a taunt, "Come on up if you dare!"
Liao Chen slammed his fist into his thigh; his leg hurt terribly, and he was furious.
"If the Buddha can return to Shaolin, he must go to the Heavenly King Hall! He must smash the statue of Duowen with one punch!"

"I've noted it down, and the prize is complete. If you can't do it, remember to give me a snake-scale fruit."

"Liao Hai, you've gone astray."

"This humble monk has never had an easy time."

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The two bickered while glancing at Meng Chuan, who was conducting an "experiment" nearby.

He dispatched the dragon-shaped creature that the others had seen before.

It burrowed into Qing's body and was fiddling with something, I don't know.
When Meng Chuan came down the mountain and listened to his story, Liao Qing was the first person to support his idea.

Therefore, it naturally became the first experimental subject in the "Dragon Demon Borrowing Spiritual Power" experiment.
He lay down in a "太" (tai) shape, his body completely relaxed.

Facing the sky, without imposing any restrictions, allowing dragons and demons to come and go as they please.

A moment later, a wisp of black smoke rose into the sky.

The dragon demon seemed to have something in its mouth as it emerged from Liao Qing's body.

He stood up instantly and was surprised to find that his mental energy had indeed decreased slightly.
But then the symbolic creature burrowed back into Meng Chuan's body.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone held their breath and dared not utter a sound.

The most crucial step has arrived.

If Meng Chuanzhen could utilize their spiritual power, it seems there might actually be a sliver of a chance, as he suggested.
Meng Chuan sat cross-legged, his senses hovering in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The dragon demon, carrying the spiritual power it had "plundered," vanished into the sea of ​​consciousness like a shadow.

It hovered in mid-air, its expression joyful, completely unaware of why Meng Chuan had allowed it to experience the taste of meat.
The next instant, its expression turned terrified, its dragon face twitched uncontrollably, and its whiskers trembled like leaves.

The clustered blue flocculents, crackling with electric arcs, slowly approached.

It is precisely its lifelong enemy—the Daoist mind.
The dragon demon turned to look at him, its meaning clear:

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"Dao Xin's whip is swift; just bear with it."

"??"

A dazzling blue light flashed, and the dragon demon let out a miserable scream, followed by a series of whip lashes that wove into a dense net.

Meng Chuan sighed, "It's been so long since I've seen that familiar scene of lining up and fighting."
How could the dragon demon possibly resist the will of the Dao?

Moreover, with Meng Chuan watching intently from the side, she could only forcefully hold back her tears.
Why.
It's quite heartbreaking to see.

Meng Chuan saw a pure flow of energy emerging.

His spirits lifted, and he immediately began to give loud instructions:

"Master Daoxin, increase the intensity!"

".?"

These spiritual forces gathered together, then broke down into countless tiny points of light.

It reorganizes with a unique frequency of vibration, stripping away the original imprint of martial arts will.

Then, through the special transformation mechanism within the dragon demon's body, it is repeatedly swallowed and refined, much like "rumination".

The entire process is essentially the same as when the core of the Heavenly Demon's True Spirit is broken down.

Ultimately, it transformed into ownerless energy that shared the same origin as Meng Chuan's spiritual power.

Deep within his consciousness, his previously dormant spiritual energy began to actively entwine around him, as if it had smelled nourishment.

These light spots will be gradually eroded and merged.

The whole process was like a drop of water flowing into the ocean; Liao Qing's spiritual power completely lost its independence and merged into a part of Meng Chuan's spiritual power.

"A great achievement, an absolutely great achievement! I'm not selling the Tiger Demon's true spirit anymore, you can have it!"

"A thousand lashes must be rewarded with a sweet treat," Meng Chuan always believed in the principle of fair rewards and punishments.
The Dragon Demon can transform the "energy" of the Heavenly Demon into pure essence, which is then used to temper the muscles and bones.

He suddenly realized that other people's mental energy was also a form of energy, and wondered if it could be converted into his own.
Let's give it a try now.

Become!

He called the three monks over and they gathered together to explain.

"See? I borrowed a portion of Liao Qing's spiritual power. This method works."

I went up the mountain to toughen up my body and withstand the pressure, but when my mental strength ran out, I came down to find you guys to recharge.

It can definitely be trained to the point where it can withstand the immense pressure of a mountaintop.

All of them were masters of the Three Limits Martial Arts, and their bodies broke through their limits for the third time, causing their sea of ​​consciousness to expand once again.

Furthermore, Buddhism is known for its expertise in spiritual matters, and these three individuals were not ordinary masters.

The sheer concentration of their spirit makes one Nanfu battery stronger than six.

In conclusion, even though Liao Chen is the least adept at mental matters, his total mental energy is still greater than his.

By borrowing the spiritual energy of several people to recharge, he could fully temper his physical body to the point where he could withstand the immense pressure from the mountaintop!
Having understood Meng Chuan's meaning, the three monks, including the experimental subject Liao Qing, all looked hesitant.

There's no other reason than that spiritual power here is equivalent to life itself.

Handing it over to Meng Chuan is undoubtedly gambling with one's life and fortune!

If Meng Chuan put himself in their shoes, he would naturally understand their thoughts.

After a lengthy and earnest explanation, Liao Hai finally hesitated and said:

“Benefactor Meng, we believe in your talent for physical training and that you can use Mount Sumeru to quickly improve your physical resilience.”

But the key question is, once you're up the mountain, can you truly defeat the demon within the umbrella?

That demon was incredibly powerful, and Liao Yuan was skeptical about whether Meng Chuan could defeat him.
Liao Chen nodded in agreement; this was also what he was worried about.

Even after witnessing Meng Chuan's strength again, who is 20 meters tall.

But I'm still very worried.

"If only Benefactor Meng were a person of the Three Limits, alas."

Meng Chuan saw that the others were still hesitating.

Every second here is a countdown to death.

He then spoke frankly.

He slowly stood up, glanced at each of the three monks, and said earnestly:

"Can you do better than me?"

The three monks pondered for a moment, then shook their heads in unison.

This is the truth.

It would be a problem for the three of them to reach the summit; the ability to plunder the spiritual power of others is something only Meng Chuan can do.

Not to mention, their strength is not even as good as Meng Chuanqiang's.
"Believe me, to cling to life and be trapped in the Dharma realm is to wait for death."

Meng Chuan didn't use those seductive words; he was straightforward.

The monks remained silent, not one of them uttering a word.

When it comes to their own lives, they are all extremely cautious.

"I am 70% confident that I can beat my opponent. This is not a desperate move or a rash action."

Okay, everyone, think about it for half an hour, then vote.

Seeing that the others remained silent, Meng Chuan also stopped talking.

He silently walked to the side, gazing at the mountaintop, lost in thought.

He did not want to expose the true energy of the demonic seed in his Dao Heart unless absolutely necessary, so that others would know.

Moreover, a single strike from the [Star Destroyer] will almost completely drain everything from the body.

It can only be reserved for the guy on the mountaintop, radiating golden light and mocking everyone.
If some people are unwilling, or are still looking for loopholes...
Meng Chuan narrowed his eyes, his heart hardening. Then, in these extraordinary times, extraordinary measures would be necessary.
at the same time.

The three monks gathered together and discussed in hushed tones.

Liao Hai frowned and said:
"I still think it would be better to first look for weaknesses in the Dharma realm?"

He's still thinking about it.

Liao Chen shook his head:

"You haven't even gone up the mountain yet, so you don't know how cunning the Great Demon is. He's standing there brazenly on the mountaintop, so it's obviously a bad idea to look for loopholes."

Besides, it already took over the entire complete Dharma realm of Vaishravana, so how could there be any loopholes?

"Then tell me, should we do it according to Meng Chuan's method?"

"I"

Liao Chen hesitated, not daring to make a definitive statement.

Liao Qing, standing to the side, pondered for a moment, then suddenly said:

“Benefactor Meng is not one to speak recklessly. If he says he is 70% certain, then it is believable. It is 70%, not a fraction less.”

This method won't work, that method is impossible, let's just bet on him and take a gamble!

It all started with that duel between the two at Shaolin, where the position of captain was the stake.

Even today, Liaoqing has experienced too many of Meng Chuan's wonders.

Although reason tells him that the hope is slim.

But his emotional impulses still made him want to take a big gamble and risk his life!

Seeing the two hesitate, Liao Qing, who always shrank back, had a blazing fire in his eyes.

He was resolute:
“Do you remember that sentence in the Dhammapada:
If a person lives to be a hundred years old, yet is cowardly and lacks courage, it is better to live for just one day, where one can be brave and diligent!
Amitabha Buddha—Since we can't think of a good solution, why not take a gamble?

Liao Chen and Liao Hai exchanged a glance and slowly nodded.

"Master Kasyapa also said: One must use great strength and be courageous and diligent to reach the other shore."

"Buddha did it!"

Liao Hai nodded, stood up and walked to Meng Chuan's side, and said in a deep voice:
"In that case, we shall do as Benefactor Meng says!"

Now that we've figured it out, the next step is to go all out.

Meng Chuan lived up to everyone's expectations, using the immense pressure of Mount Sumeru to temper his body day and night, steadily improving his ability to withstand pressure.

Each time his "energy" in his sea of ​​consciousness was reduced to one-third, he would go down the mountain to find the three monks to recharge.

This has been repeated nine times to date.

There is no rotation of the sun and moon here, but he remembers all the hardships he endured for thousands of hours under the weight of gravity.

On this day, Meng Chuan returned from his training.

As he descended the mountain, his aura became increasingly intimidating.

A vibrant column of energy hangs in the central courtyard, supported by his body, remaining firm and unyielding.

With each step he took, a pit appeared, and the mountain seemed to vibrate and tremble with every movement he made.

Standing halfway up the mountain, Meng Chuan looked up at the golden light on the mountaintop and also revealed a mocking expression.

"Just stay there and wait to die."

wow——

The solid column of air dissipated into waves, and silence fell in an instant.

He looked down and examined himself, clenched his fists, and exhaled slowly, his breath resembling the spitting of swords.

If it is not merely the fulfillment of the soul.

If it can truly affect the body.

The arduous training these past few days has been enough to break through several of the hard skills I've cultivated.

"Once my body and soul can roam together in another world, the true Buddha [Mount Sumeru], I must go up there no matter what."

Moreover, we should often "go home" to visit, and go up the mountain to chat with Buddha.
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan looked at his spiritual sea, which had been drained once again and was almost empty.

He murmured to himself:

"Nine is the ultimate number, and this time we will descend the mountain again to replenish our strength."

"Go up the mountain and slay the Umbrella Demon!"

The body's ability to withstand it is already sufficient.

The overwhelming sense of power that surged simultaneously filled him with confidence.

How could the Umbrella Demon withstand the [Star Destroyer] under such evaporation?

How can we resist!

"Umbrella Demon" was the title Meng Chuan gave to the other party.

He will always remember this opponent and use it to spur himself on.
boom!
boom--! ! !
Various colors of hard-powered treasures crisscrossed the body's surface, integrating into a dazzling beam of light.

The martial arts momentum has not yet gathered, but the pure physical strength explodes.

It also stirred up huge waves of air, which were difficult for others to see.

call--!
Meng Chuan gathered his strength and stopped using his hard skills, and the engine gradually cooled down.

The white smoke swirling around them dissipated, and the three monks stared in disbelief at the sight.

Immediately afterwards, I became extremely excited!
"We're safe, we can definitely withstand the pressure!"

Liao Chen was amazed by the powerful physique that Meng Chuan had developed in such a short time.

I finally believe that the [Innate Body of Horizontal Strength] truly exists in this world!
"Amitabha Buddha—I told you Meng benefactor could do it, but you didn't believe me back then, tsk tsk."

Liao Qing looked extremely smug, with the corners of his mouth turned up high.

He was the man who supported Meng Chuan the most at the crucial moment!
Of course, Meng Chuan also kept this point firmly in mind.

"How about we practice some more? We still have some mental energy left. If we practice some more, the captain will be more confident."

It's not just about withstanding gravity.

Liao Hai felt that Meng Chuanguang's physical strength alone was enough to crush him at this moment.

Since that's the case, let's push it to the limit and fully charge Meng Chuan to the point of explosion!

Meng Chuan waved his hand.

"No need, you'd better keep some. If it escapes, we'll need to work together to capture it."

Holding on is the foundation, but winning is the key.

"So, Brother Meng, how confident are you now?"

Meng Chuan thought for a moment.

"Ninety percent?"

His body had become so abnormal after this period of special training that it was something he had never expected.

The power of the [Star Destroyer] is affected by many factors.

There are three core variables:

First, it must be activated by the [True Qi of Demon Seed in the Dao Heart]. The larger the True Qi of Demon Seed, the stronger its power.

Using the remaining true energy as a foundation, regardless of the type, previous tests showed that its power was less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

Secondly, there is the martial arts will. The stronger the will, the more precise the control over the ultimate move, and the more concentrated the power.

Each transformation of martial will amplifies the power and accuracy of the Star Destroyer.

Therefore, Meng Chuan dared to make the bold statement that he had a 70% chance of winning.

Finally, the third point is that physical strength plays a role.

Supernatural techniques like those that destroy stars consume a great deal of energy and are a test of both strength and stamina.

This rapid training has greatly enhanced both my strength and stamina.

Extraordinary strength is its edge, and a body trained to the point of being abnormal is its foundation.

He even wondered if his Star Destroyer Punch could leap two levels and allow him to challenge a martial arts master!
He increasingly realized the importance of physical cultivation.

If one can wander through another world with one's soul, even if one cannot gather vital energy or cultivate one's blood and qi.

If you encounter a place like Mount Sumeru again, it would be an incredible stroke of luck!
Based on the above three points, he gave himself a 90% win rate.

What if the other party suddenly transforms into the Heavenly Demon Commander or General?

The previous part was just to tease them.

Then there's nothing we can do.
However, the possibility of this is almost zero, so there's no need to worry too much about it.

The remaining one percent depends on fate.

Upon hearing Meng Chuan's words, the group exhaled a heavy sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed.

These days, the three monks' lives are practically tied to Meng Chuan's belt.

I've been waiting day and night for just this simple sentence.

Ninety percent!

That's enough!

Liao Chen punched his right palm with all his might with his left fist, his whole body beaming with joy.

"If we can't get up there, we'll wait halfway up the mountain and block it!"

"Yes!"

Meng Chuan stood up, while Long Mo hung his head and began to absorb the spiritual power of the three monks.

Liao Chen lay down on the ground, looking like a mountain of flesh.

"Come on! Drain the Buddha dry!"

Once the battery was fully charged, he stood up.

His eyes were fixed on the mountaintop, full of vigor and ambition.

"Search the mountains, vanquish the demons!"

The mountain breeze swirls, and my chest heaves.

Thick white smoke billowed out of his mouth and nose.

Meng Chuan's body swelled by about a foot in size as he slowly climbed towards the summit.

"Be careful in everything you do. I'm waiting for your triumphant return."

The three monks escorted him for half an hour, and he felt the impact of the heavy pressure growing stronger.

They each found a place to crouch down, just in case.

"Don't worry, I will definitely kill this bastard and avenge Master Yuan."

“Amitabha Buddha—it’s good that Benefactor Meng has this intention.”

No one blamed Meng Chuan for Liaoyuan's death.

If we really want to find a fault, all four of them have one.

Whoosh-!
Once you're freed to a height of 15 meters, the immense pressure from the mountainside is practically nonexistent.

Meng Chuan vanished from his spot in an instant and set off at full speed up the mountain.

At this moment, Mount Sumeru welcomes its excavator.
Meng Chuan launched a sudden attack, and the higher the mountain climbed, the greater the pressure became.

Boom boom boom!
At this moment, the pressure he was under had exceeded 100 tons.

Visible air ripples and pressure marks were brutally smashed by him.

There were no signs of serious injury on his body, only a slight reddish tinge to his skin.

Rampage!

Since the physical body has not entered, everything in the Dharma realm is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble.

The panel cannot display his physical strength, so it doesn't show just how powerful he is now.

But judging from this moment alone, Meng Chuan was certain.

The body's strength is far greater than before, an epic upgrade!

The air surged and exploded, and as he measured the distance from the mountaintop, he felt the increasingly immense demonic energy.
The decisive battle is imminent!

mountain top.

The peaks, spanning hundreds of feet in circumference, were all enveloped in dazzling golden light.

There was no sound around.

The next second, a piercing scream shook the heavens, and darkness descended.

The entire golden mountain peak seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand, wrapped in shadow, and dyed black.

The Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella was vast and blocked out the sun, its interior churning with demonic energy as if boiling.

The demon finally shed its "hypocritical" facade, revealing its sharp fangs.

Twisted, demonic shadows stood tall, emitting hoarse growls.

A black lotus throne made up of countless struggling demon heads.

The strangely colored ball of light sitting atop it flickered on and off, its surface displaying countless constantly shifting, grotesque faces.

The ball of light condensed into a demonic form with crimson eyes and fangs, staring intently at the void before it.

But in an instant, it transformed into a dignified and solemn Buddha face radiating golden light.

Black and gold intertwine, and the demonic and Buddha faces shift and shimmer back and forth.

My gaze pierced through the umbrella, fixed on the figure that was steadily approaching.

"Hehehe—you ants, you actually dare to come up here?"

The Buddha lowered his eyes, then suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, his mocking voice like the clang of metal.

(End of this chapter)