Chapter 843 – The Fearfulness of Super Grade

Tuo Er Luo Han turned back with a calm face and looked at the young monk behind him.

“Who did you lose to?”

The teenage monk with red lips and white teeth repeated the question.

Tuo Er Luo Han’s face remained unchanged and his hands were folded:

“Koyoju.”

He didn’t try to “argue” or explain too much, because there was no need.

Although wufu was crude, no system could crush or defeat wufu in the same realm, and it was normal for a second grade luohan to be unable to defeat a second grade wufu.

Bodhisattva Guangxian nodded slightly.

“What is the situation with the other two Bodhisattvas?”

Duo gazed out over the monks in the distance, not seeing the glaze or the Garuda tree.

“Went out on an errand.” Guang Xian said lightly.

Duo nodded, hesitating slightly, but asked:

“Where’s Buddha?”

Guang Xian pondered for a second, then suddenly revealed a smile and said:

“He is under our feet.”

In the darkness, the teenager’s smile carried a hint of inexplicable weirdness and moroseness.

Duyi Luohan clearly felt a coolness rise within his heart, and he hurriedly chanted the Buddha’s name in a low voice to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Then he heard Guangxian say:

“The Buddha has decreed that the propagation of Mahayana Buddhism is forbidden, and from this day forth you shall not preach or teach in any place.”

Regardless of who wins or loses this battle, once the situation stabilizes, sooner or later, he will clear up and extinguish the fire of Mahayana Buddhism completely ……….. Wei Yuan’s words once again surfaced in the mind of the Duyue Luohan.

He looked deeply at Bodhisattva Guangxian, then scanned back at the Buddhist monks, withdrew his gaze, and whispered:

“Got it!”

Guangxian continued:

“This seat has conferred with Bodhisattva Liuli and Bodhisattva Garuda Tree, and after the fall, we will hold a Dharma convention to gather all the believers in the Western Regions and make a pilgrimage to Alanta!”

After saying this, without waiting for the Dou Dou Luo Han to respond, he dissolved into golden light and dissipated.

Tuo Er Luohan stood in silence for a moment, then sat down in place, chanting sutras for transcendence together with the monks in the distance.

In the night, his furrowed face was joyless.

If you look closely, you will see that the Dukkha Lohan is with his back to Aranyakha and his face to the east.

………..

Capital City, Ling Bao Guan.

Luo Yu Heng, who had just finished her double cultivation, sat in a lazy posture by the side of the small pool, her white and delicate feet soaking in the water, gently hitting the water splashes.

The feathered coat was loosely draped over his body, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing a touch of delicate whiteness and a gully.

Two feet away in the water, Xu Qi’an closed his eyes and stood still, and the water beneath his feet, a circle of ripples rippled out.

Suddenly, the ripples changed the direction of swinging without any regularity, from outward to inward, and the circle of ripples spreading from the feet became converging towards the feet.

After this process was maintained for more than ten seconds, the ripples subsided instantly, and the water surface seemed to be suddenly solidified, without half a ripple.

Luo Yu Heng half narrowed her beautiful eyes, her tone was lazy like a noblewoman who had just woken up from sleep, and she had lost the aura of a cool fairy, her red lips moved slightly and said:

“It’s not easy to be able to manipulate qi to this extent, and it adds quite a bit to battle power.”

Xu Qi’an opened her eyes, half happy and half sighing:

“This falls under the category of skill, and with a small gap, skill can make the difference between winning and losing.”

But tricks mean nothing if the hard power gap is too large.

A force of ten.

These days’ bitter cultivation had not been in vain, his use of qi had reached a peak level, and figuratively speaking, it was like a martial artist of the fifth grade of Huanjing, except that Huanjing was the perfect control of the physical body.

He was in perfect control of qi, and even if the qi was externalized, he could still control it as he pleased.

“State Master, how does a Land Goddess advance to the Great Perfection Realm?” Xu Qi’an asked.

Luo Yu Heng pondered for a moment, his voice magnetic, and said:

“The two areas of refinement are the ‘Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire’ manipulation becoming more and more comfortable and the mobilization of elemental forces becoming more and more powerful; and the enhancement of the Human Sect’s ‘Qi, Mind, and Royalty’ three sword arts.

“Heaven’s Father should be in the middle stage of Land God Immortals, and doesn’t have any more means than me, but he’s just more powerful than me. It’s because the elemental power he can mobilize is stronger than mine.”

Xu Qi’an nodded:

“It seems that the Wulf system is indeed special.”

A martial artist’s first grade and a peak first grade were two realms altogether.

A first-grade martial artist and a half-step martial god were different classes. Xu Qi’an had this realization after seeing God Shush’s complete body.

Luo Yu Heng gently stretched her waist, propping up her exquisite curves to the extreme, carrying a drowsy weariness in the afternoon sun:

“You’ve been a bit depressed since you came back from the Western Region, just how powerful is a Superpin?”

Xu Qi’an remained silent for a moment and whispered:

“Unpredictably powerful.

“In the face of the Buddha, all my means are meaningless, and my deepest feeling is that only extreme violence can overwhelm the superlative.”

Luo Yu Heng frowned:

“Extreme violence, the half-step Martial God kind?”

“No!” Xu Qi’an shook his head:

“Half-step Martial Gods are qualified to compete with Superpins at most. Up to now, I still can’t estimate where the limit of Superpin is.”

Just because you are qualified to fight doesn’t mean you are qualified to be a mortal enemy.

At this time, Luo Yu Heng frowned, pulling the loose feathered coat tighter to cover her half exposed shoulders and the snowy delicacy on her chest.

Casually removing the boundary arranged outside the courtyard.

A young Taoist priest came briskly and stopped outside the arched courtyard gate, saying:

“Xu Yinluo, something’s happened to the Commissioner of Heaven!”

………..

In the deep sea, the light is dim and the sound of dark currents crashing and surging is the only dominant theme.

“I’ve been distracted these past few days, something seems to have happened in the continent of the Nine States.”

The massive monster ‘floats’ on the bottom of the ocean like a silent and swift submarine.

One of the six long horns on top of the monster’s head glowed faintly, and a Supervisor Pale voice came out:

“Unsurprisingly, the half-step Martial God has reappeared in the world, and it’s time for the Buddha to completely awaken.”

Arak said faintly:

“Half-step Martial God …….. Didn’t they say that the Wufu system has never produced a Martial God?”

He was rather confused about the existence of a half-step Martial God, and although he had been badgering history from various sources such as Xu Pingfeng, ‘Desolate’ had never dealt with the Southern Border Demon Race, and he did not know much about Shenshu.

The Superintendent laughed:

“A half-step Martial God is an attempt by the Buddha, an attempt to break the seal, an attempt to ascend to Martial God.”

The huge monster drifted for a long time in the crashing tide, and Arak slowly transmitted his voice:

“Sounds like there’s quite a bit of insider stuff going on here.”

The supervisor is answering questions:

“The Confucian Sage actually tried to exterminate the Buddha back then, destroying his eight Dharma phases, leaving only one Great Sun Ruler, but realized how he could not be destroyed, so he sealed Him. In order to break free from the seal, Buddha molded a half-step Martial God with the help of the Shura King’s body.

“His intention was to try to take the martial route and leave a backhand for Himself, but He failed. This is actually inevitable ………”

“Heavenly Fate Masters can see through the future but not the past, why do you know this?” Desolate was surprised.

“The carving knife told me.” There was a smirk in the Supervisor’s voice:

“It’s just that the guy couldn’t talk, couldn’t initiate communication.”

“Sealed?” Arak said in a single word.

The long horn that sealed the Supervisor Zheng emitted a faint white light, and the Supervisor Zheng’s voice came out as the white light rose and fell:

“After the engraving knife was born, it engraved books and biographies with Confucian Sheng, gathering talent and righteousness. But gradually, after its thoughts matured, it had its own ideas, and it began to try to teach Confucian Sheng to write books, teaching him to formulate words and phrases, and when Confucian Sheng got tired of it, he sealed it away.”

…….. Arak was silent for a moment and commented:

“Very ambitious!”

Listening to Supervisor Zheng’s narration, Ara can imagine that picture, the Confucian saint holding the carving knife to write, but the carving knife has its own ideas, said: no no no, there is a problem with the writing of this paragraph, let me teach you ……..

“So you unsealed it for it?”

“No, I can’t unseal the Confucian Sage, I was just able to use a secret method to bypass the seal and talk to it.” Supervisor Zheng said.

“Well, smithing is a Warlock’s specialty.” Ara said as he brought the topic back on track:

“Why do you say that the Buddha’s failure was inevitable, you seemed to have said that there were no conditions for the promotion of a Martial God in the ancient times, but there are now.”

The supervisor was laughing lightly:

“You seem to hold the Martial God in high regard, well, because of the Buddha himself, if it were the other two, Shenshu wouldn’t have gotten entangled with the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom due to strong emotions, nor would he have broken with the Buddhist Sect due to love affairs.

“It’s not a good thing to have an overabundance of seven emotions.”

Arai grunted, Supervisor Zheng’s reply was not clear, and did not positively answer its “God of Wushu” message.

“A half-step Martial God is at best comparable to my current caliber, and compared to a superlative, it’s still far from it.” Desolate’s words were filled with disdain for Shenshu.

“How strong were you at your peak?” Supervisor Zheng asked smoothly.

Ara said:

“The power of a superlative is not something you can speculate on, whether it is the Witch God, the Buddha, or the Compassion God, once they are ready to devour the Great Founder, then no one in the Central Plains will be able to fight against them. This is why I chose to back off at that time, not wanting to tangle with Xu Qi’an.

“There’s not much time left for me, it’s not the right time for me to awaken, there’s no point in competing with a First Grade Martial Artist.”

Mentioning the Sorcerer God and Buddha, His tone was grave, without any contempt.

“I told you that back then, when the ‘Dragon’ and ‘Claw’ dueled in the deep sea, the oceans boiled and the tsunami that was set off flooded the continent of Kyushu by three thousand miles, and the subsequent God-Devil melee even broke Kyushu apart.

“These are not something a first-rate cultivator can do.”

How terrifying the superpowers are, in a nutshell – destroying the sky and the earth!

“So, where are you taking me?” Supervisor Masayoshi asked.

“Aren’t you a Heavenly Fate Master, and you still need to ask me?” Desolate snorted.

“It’s not sealed by you.” Supervisor Zheng sighed:

“Without the old man, the Divine Constabulary is leaderless, I hope nothing will go wrong, well at least it is the old man’s life’s work.”

Ara scoffed:

“The Divine Constabulary must have changed its supervisors long ago, so you might as well resign yourself to your fate.”

The Supervisor was chortling disdainfully:

“Although my few disciples are not competitive, the basic principle of honoring the teacher is not bad. Change the Supervisor? The old man isn’t dead yet, who dares!”

Arak said faintly:

“Since you’re the Gatekeeper, you should know the Witch God’s details.”

……….

Szeto.

Wide gossip platform, looking around, crowed with white-clothed warlocks.

The white-clothed warlocks were clearly divided into five camps, and their leaders were Second Senior Brother Sun Xuanji, Third Senior Brother Yang Qianyi, Fourth Senior Brother Song Qing, Fifth Senior Sister Zhong Li, and Junior Sister Chu Caiwei.

It was worth mentioning that there were only six white-clothed warlocks behind Chu Caiwei, the youngest six years old and the oldest twelve years old, with childish faces.

Each of them had a storage deerskin belt pouch hanging on their waist, in which they stored the fistful of love from Senior Sister Chu Caiwei – pastries and snacks.

These people are Chu Caiwei’s new disciples, to be precise, it is a substitute teacher who accepts disciples, and they are the first backbone of the eating party, the first batch of Chu Caiwei’s horsemen.

With ordinary features, ordinary temperament, and ordinary height, Sun Xuanji glanced at Protector Yuan.

Protector Yuan stepped out, looking around the Warlocks with divine might, and said in a deep voice:

“The Supervisor Teacher is away, it is only right that we take care of the Si Tian Supervisor for him, stop fooling around and all go back.”

Song Qing sniffed and faintly said:

“If you don’t want to compete for the position of Supervisor, you can voluntarily give up and just leave with your people.”

Protector Yuan twisted his head and glanced at Sun Xuanji, his tone changing to a fighting spirit:

“Since ancient times, when the eldest is not the youngest, and when the first is not the concubine, the position of Supervisor is not mine.”