Descending from the Heavens: Maximum Level Talent.

Chapter 365: Gods and Buddhas are here, Samadhi True Fire emerges
The old monk looked at Guan Yu with a smile and said:

"Guan Yu, the more you struggle, the more painful your death will be. I think you'd better listen to my advice, be obedient and don't move! I promise that I will make your death painless."

"Shameless!!"

Guan Yu roared to the sky, and was about to chop the old monk's head with the Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, but suddenly he used a strange method and swung the blade out with force. Boom! With this swing, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade was as fast as lightning, and it actually drilled out from a gap in the cage, and then stabbed the old monk's neck with lightning speed.

The old monk frowned and slightly turned his body to avoid the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, but the blade did not stop and shot straight at Ji Shu.

Ji Shu moved slightly and dodged, but unexpectedly, this move made the old monk's eyes shine brightly, and he suddenly slapped Ji Shu hard with his palm!

Boom! This palm was like a thunderbolt that split the sky apart. It was accompanied by the sound of muffled thunder and a rolling storm. In an instant, it covered the entire passage. Ji Shu had no way to avoid it and could only choose to fight hard!

Ji Shu also followed suit and slapped out with his backhand, the Sky-Flipping Palm!
This palm gathered the infinite power of the Supreme Immortal Scripture. When it was out, the world was shaken, and thunder was born in the void. It collided heavily with the opponent's palm power. Amid the loud bang, a burst of explosive energy spread out in all directions with the two palms as the center point. Wherever it passed, the void was rippled, the earth trembled, and the entire underground secret room trembled three times.

Guan Yu glanced sideways.

The old monk was surprised and moved, his eyes burning like the scorching sun:
"Who are you, the evildoer, to dare to break into my Xingguo Temple?"

His voice was like thunder, he let out a long howl, and grabbed Ji Shu with his curved claws.

Ji Shu frowned, not wanting to waste time, so he advanced instead of retreating, drew his sword in a flash, shrunk the ground into an inch, and used the Wanfa Sword Technique!

A sword comes out!

It was like a dragon emerging from the sea, or even more like a hurricane sweeping the earth. In just a moment, Ji Shu arrived in front of the old monk, and then swept his sword like a stream of light, puff!

The old monk only heard a crisp sound, and then he felt dizzy. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar headless body.

Blood spurted out from the neck of the headless body.
He was still holding a cage in his hand, with a three-inch-tall man locked in the cage. The man was staring at a young man in amazement!

"I am dead?!"

The old monk suddenly realized it and was so frightened that he wanted to die!

'How could I possibly die?!'

He had reached the level of an earthly immortal through cultivation, was profound in Buddhism, had amazing skills, was the best in Xingguo Temple, dominated the area, and was invincible. Yet, he had his neck cut off by a young man with a sword? !
He was in a trance and shocked. As his head fell to the ground, he immediately used the secret method to try to let his soul escape. However, just as his soul flew out of Dantian, he was hit by a heavy punch. Bang! The old monk's soul was almost shattered. In a trance, he didn't know what happened in the outside world. He only knew that when he woke up, he was already in a boundless and vast world.

This world is full of picturesque scenery and profound Taoist charm. There is a rainbow bridge running through the east and west. Fairies can be seen laughing and playing on the bridge. Under the bridge, the clouds are ethereal and condensed into flying cranes. Chirp! In the distance, you can seem to hear the sound of cranes.

Below, exquisite palaces were dotted everywhere, and it seemed that in each palace, there was a god or Buddha sitting, looking at him with bright eyes, with surprise and confusion in their brows.

"Another old monk. Tathagata, is that guy from your Buddhist world?"

"Not really. I have never seen him, but his Yuanshen realm seems to be much higher than mine. How could such a person exist in our Buddhist world?"

"Could it be that the Supreme Bright Eternal Emperor ascended to the upper realm? And killed a Buddhist cultivator from the upper realm?"

"It's probably okay!"

……

The old monk was stunned.

He heard something.

Tathagata?

Jade Emperor?

Li Jing?

King Yama? Queen Mother of the West... How is this possible? These gods and Buddhas are all high above, majestic beings that he can't even see with his eyes raised. How is it possible that they are all gathered here?
Just as he was about to take a closer look, an iron chain suddenly stretched out from the depths of the world, snapping! It instantly locked his soul, and then pulled him deeper. The next moment, he felt that he was tied to a pillar of divine fire that reached the sky. The fire of purgatory from all directions rushed towards his soul. The dazzling fire burned him so hard that he couldn't help but scream.

"Is it, is it the Samadhi True Fire?! Ah~ No~"

The screams were heartbreaking.

Spread throughout the Xuanhuojian world.

It once spread to the painting world.

The 'spirits' who became the spirits of the painting world, deeply bound to it, and who would be destroyed if the painting world was destroyed, all began to discuss the true background of the old monk.

These spirits are all gods and Buddhas from the lower world who were killed by Ji Shu.

Ji Shu was extremely gifted in refining treasures, and had already transformed these 'gods and Buddhas' into a layer of treasure, becoming the 'spirits' within it, in order to enhance the spirituality, divinity, etc. of the treasure.

And later, he did it.

He perfectly refined the spirits of these gods and Buddhas into the painting world, transforming them into gods that embellished various parts of the painting world.

They are either gods of thunder, gods of water, or gods of fire...

Reconcile the parties.

Perfect integration with the painting world.

If the painting world is destroyed, they will be the first gods to be destroyed. Therefore, they care more about the safety of the painting world than Ji Shu. If there are people who dare to damage the flowers, plants and trees in the painting world, or try to tear the painting world apart, they will definitely attack them in groups! Fight with them to the death!

Better to die than live.

They are also immortal in the underworld, and it is almost impossible to advance an inch.

In this painting world, it is also impossible to make any progress without being immortal. Living does not seem to be much different from before. The only biggest difference is that there is a boss above you: Ji Shu!

Fortunately, Ji Shu was too lazy to care about them, so they were relatively free in the painting world.

At this moment, the old monk's screams were heard.

All the gods and Buddhas were secretly rejoicing.

Fortunately, the Xuanhuojian had not been upgraded at that time, and the flames were all ordinary fire. Later, as Ji Shu became stronger and the painting world was upgraded, the Xuanhuojian was also upgraded. Now, the fire on the Tongtian Divine Fire Pillar in the Xuanhuojian is all Samadhi True Fire!

Once a person is tied up and roasted, it would be a fate worse than death!
Just thinking about it, Li Jing, Changmei Zhenren, Song Jiang, Erlang Shen and others couldn't help but tremble with fear!

'This old monk is so unlucky. He is probably the first person to enjoy the taste of Xuanhuojian Samadhi True Fire.'

Li Kui gloated over other people's misfortune.

The Dark Devil also grinned. They were extremely happy to see someone more unlucky than them.

……

outside world.

Ji Shu waved his hand and the cage fell into his hands.

He looked at Guan Yu in the cage.

Guan Yu also looked at him.

(End of this chapter)