Above the Great Compassion Buddha Cave, the azure blue light is like the white snow of the dark winter, accompanied by the bitter wind, and it is passing through the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Li Chunqiu was standing in the center of the blue light in white. Every step he walked out, the first seat of the Thirty-Sixth Courtyard flew out, like a meteor crossing the sky.

In an instant, a meteor shower seemed to be dripping in the world, like the bright night sky flowing.

All the meteors crossed the void and fell onto the cliff.

On the side of the mountain gate of Kongchan Temple, there were thirty-six holes of human size on the cliff. Each hole seemed to maintain a move, making the holes on the cliff look like an unknown secret.

Thirty-six steps, thirty-six heads of Kongchan Temple.

The river flows, and the voices are gone.

Li Chunqiu was already standing in front of the abbot of Kongchan Temple. The great compassionate Zen staff hit the void before Li Chunqiu's cheek, as if it had smashed into a rushing river.

In the void, the azure blue light surrounding Li Chunqiu seemed to have turned into an invisible shield, blocking the Great Compassion Zen Staff outside the void.

The Buddhist seals of the "卍" character on the Zen Staff melted one by one, wrapped in azure Taoist patterns little by little.

At the moment when all the "卍" characters and Buddha seals melted, Li Chunqiu stretched out his other hand and pressed it suddenly on the void.

"boom!"

There was another body holding a Zen staff above the cliff.

The azure blue light reflects the entire Great Compassion Buddha Cave with a feeling of Buddha light shining everywhere.

Li Chunqiu stood in front of the mountain gate, and the azure blue light wrapped him up, and the halo suppressed the cultivation of everyone present.

Wei Wuya, who was standing in front of the python sedan chair, looked at the figure in the azure blue light and couldn't speak. He said a sentence for a long time:

"I feel like sir is stronger again."

"He was already in the process of passing the tribulation and became stronger all the time."

Li Jianjia, a female gentleman from Tianxia Academy, had already walked out at some point, stood behind Wei Wuya, and looked at Li Chunqiu from afar.

"As long as he succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, he will be the real number one person in the world."

The best in the world, how many people in the world can say that they are the best in the world?

Wei Wuya felt that he was getting further and further away from Li Chunqiu.

But only those people in this world can do it. The Confucian master has been defeated, and now there are only Master Bodhidharma and Laojun from Zhenwu Mountain.

The people in the martial arts world standing in front of Li Chunqiu took a step back, and only the descendants of the three religions stood in front.

The Taoist world-renowned disciple Lu Xuanfeng held the sword hilt with one hand and looked at Li Chunqiu tightly with his eyes. He felt the terrifying pressure, and it was almost impossible to even move.

"Although it's a lot worse, I think it's very likely that the best person in the world is."

Lu Xuanfeng pulled out his sword inch by inch, but every time he pulled out an inch, he could feel the azure blue light in the void suppressing him, until he pulled out the sword, and the magic power around him seemed to have evaporated.

He could only use his body to stab a sword in front of him, and then fell to the ground with all his might.

The little monk Kongchan looked at Lu Xuanfeng who was lying on the side, then looked at Li Chunqiu, and sighed:

"The number one person in the world!"

If Lu Xuanfeng does not die today, he will definitely make rapid progress, and he has a high probability of not dying, because his cultivation is too far away from Li Chunqiu, who is in danger of being in danger.

Looking at the little monk Kongchan standing in front, Li Chunqiu smiled.

"Little monk, it's not enough for you to stop me. What you should do is to save your nephews first."

Kongchan was picked up by Bodhidharma. He was originally a disciple of Bodhidharma. He was the first in the Thirty-Sixth Courtyard and the abbot’s uncle in Kongchan Temple.

Xiao Kongchan replied with a Buddhist ritual and said:

"Amitabha, Master Bodhidharma has been waiting for the donor at Kongchan Temple for some time."

"He knew I was coming, but he wouldn't let these disciples retreat?" Li Chunqiu smiled, and the azure blue light shone brightly on the heaven and earth.

Xiao Kongchan clasped his hands together, shook his head and said:

"The master said that when the donor overcome the tribulation, the people in the realm of the true immortals in the world are all thorns in the flesh of the donor. Even if they don't stop the donor, they will inevitably be able to avoid this tribulation."

This sentence is indeed the truth. All the realms of the true immortals have the strength to seriously damage him. If he wants to overcome the tribulation, he will surely extinguish all the flames that threaten him between heaven and earth before the great tribulation has yet to take place.

Li Chunqiu nodded when he heard this.

"Bharma really has insight, go and save your nephew."

Xiao Kongchan performed a Buddhist ritual again, and then turned toward the distance. Although Li Chunqiu would not have been able to kill himself, it is a matter of whether the heads of the various academies who had their cultivation had been sealed to survive in the cliff.

As Xiao Kongchan retreated, the monks of Kongchan Temple who had formed a large formation also performed a Buddhist ceremony and retreated.

Since Master Bodhidharma wants to meet this Mr. Chunqiu, then they should not stop Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu looked at the way out of the way and moved his eyes to the true immortal who was standing among the crowd.

"As for all the true immortals who are watching the show, I must have heard this. Should you give up the struggle on your own initiative, or should I take action?"

The azure blue light shone again, as if the thunder roared in another way, and its owner asked such a question in a questioning tone.

The prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, Li Cundao, clenched his fists tightly, and the four-clawed true dragon robe floated.

The seven true immortals of the Taoist sect’s “Dao” generation evolved into a Beidou Sword Formation here.

"It seems that I have to do it myself."

Li Chunqiu's fist clenched in the void, and the sky and the earth instantly turned into a vast blue ocean.

With one punch, the vast ocean in the void fell.

It was like a heavy rain that lasted for four million years, causing pits to fall from the gate of Kongchan Temple.

Countless snowflakes splashed in the river.

After the azure rain disappeared between heaven and earth, the eight true immortals had already fallen to the ground, with a faint blue azure order emerging from their bodies.

Li Chunqiu passed through the eight true immortals and countless monks.

Today, the white clothes were on the cave of Great Compassion. I would like to ask the Zen master if he could stop this disaster.

Wei Wuya stood in front of the sedan chair, watching Li Chunqiu go away, and as his figure gradually drifted away, he disappeared in front of Wei Wuya's eyes, he said slowly:

"He's going up the mountain."

Wei Wuya witnessed the rise and fall of a generation of world in this way. Perhaps he would talk to his descendants in the future. Back then, there was such a white-clothed man who won the No. 1 position in the world with his fist.

Li Jianjia waved to Yan Jingxing, let the Confucian disciple stand behind him, and then looked at Wei Wuya and said:

"You should worry about yourself now."

"Worry about yourself?"

Wei Wuya smiled, maybe.

After all, he is a hostage!
Chapter completed!