Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　The shadow of the ancient tree behind him began to sway.

　　A lot of branches and leaves swayed, and strands of jade light spots fell down like raindrops.

　　These light spots fell on Shenxiu's skin, and his skin began to change like jade.

　　Immediately, the skin seemed to be transparent, and the blood flow inside could be clearly seen from the outside.

　　His blood... was pale gold!

　　Zhu Hao was indifferent to Shenxiu's words, and just watched this scene quietly with a strange light in his eyes.

　　Shenxiu said lightly: "You are the first time you entered the realm of the gods on the land, and you probably don't know enough about this realm."

　　Zhu Hao smiled: "I really don't know much."

　　Shenxiu said: "The biggest difference between the realm of the gods on land and the realm of Taoism is the supernatural power!"

　　Zhu Hao said, "Supernatural power?"

　　Shen Xiu nodded.

　　Zhu Hao said again: "What is magical power?"

　　Shenxiu pondered for a while, and a complicated expression appeared on his face.

　　It took a long time to say: "The mind is well-connected, and the heaven is connected!"

　　Zhu Hao nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words.

　　Looking at the shadow of the ancient tree behind Shenxiu, he said, "So, this is your magical power?"

　　Shenxiu did not nod, but still said: "The magician is derived from the Tao. It is not only a means, but also a manifestation of his own Tao..."

　　"When you first enter the realm of the gods on land, you are at best enlightened."

　　"After thousands of years of hard work and deduction of one's own way to the limit, it is possible to develop magical powers."

　　"As soon as the magical power comes out, it penetrates the sky and the earth, and it is omnipotent...you can't stop it!"

　　When Zhu Hao heard it, he couldn't help laughing: "If that's the case, why didn't you use your magical powers to suppress me directly?"

　　Shenxiu didn't speak.

　　Zhu Hao raised the corner of his mouth: "Or, your so-called supernatural powers, you haven't actually practiced them? You just used them to pretend?"

　　Ripples appeared in the air, like waves in Shenxiu's eyes.

　　The strangeness flashed by, just as the unknown secret in the heart was revealed.

　　Zhu Hao smiled more and more calmly.

　　Shenxiu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "The poor monk's Bodhi magical power has been polished for eight hundred years. Although he has not succeeded, it is not far behind."

　　Zhu Hao smiled without saying a word.

　　Shenxiu took a deep breath, somewhat dissatisfied with Zhu Hao's attitude.

　　"You don't believe it?"

　　"Having said so much, do you want me to retreat?"

　　Shen Xiu's eyes lowered.

　　He was very reluctant to admit it, but Zhu Hao was right.

　　His magical powers are not perfect, and the power is naturally there, but whether he can defeat the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty in front of him, he really has no idea.

　　After all, from the current point of view, Zhu Hao has always been calm.

　　No full effort was used at all.

　　At this moment, he was in a dilemma.

　　In the distance, the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation is in full swing with Sun Baifa.

　　Even with the strength of the formation, he faintly suppressed the head of Sun Baifa, who had just broken through.

　　But this is only temporary.

　　After all, the terrestrial gods are terrestrial gods.

　　Sun Baifa is not a spearhead boy who has just appeared in the arena.

　　With his eyesight and experience, wait until he is familiar with the power in his body after the breakthrough.

　　Without much difficulty, you can find the flaws in the formation and break out of the formation.

　　There is not much time left for Shenxiu!

　　Between him and Zhu Hao, there is always a result, and it's fast!

　　If Sun Baifa gets out, he won't even have the qualifications to talk about the request.

　　He pondered for a while and said, "Ninth Prince, I have always lived in seclusion from the world. Even if I accept believers, it is voluntary and never forced."

　　"¨ˇ There has never been an unresolved hatred between the imperial court... Today's matter has already come to this point, why don't we just stop there, okay?"

　　Zhu Hao heard the words, shook his head and said, "Not good!"

　　Shenxiu frowned, thinking that Zhu Hao was worried that Shaolin would make waves in the rivers and lakes again, and said, "The poor monk can be a guarantee. From now on, the Shaolin Temple will never interfere in the affairs of the rivers and lakes."

　　Zhu Hao still shook his head: "Not enough!"

　　Shenxiu frowned, closed her eyes slightly, and let out a sigh of relief: "Does the ninth prince really think that Daming has decided on my Buddhism?"

　　The corners of Zhu Hao's mouth raised: "Whether you want to eat Ding Buddhism, let's not talk about it for the time being!"

　　"But Shaolin Temple, today this king is dead!"

　　Shenxiu heard the words and stopped talking.

　　The lotus mudra was folded in both hands, and bursts of Buddha light radiated from the blood in the body.

　　Immediately after the golden light, he was reflected like a Buddha descending to earth.

　　The shadow of the ancient tree behind him grew brighter.

　　The storm came slowly, but every branch and leaf swayed and swayed endlessly.

　　The sky was shaken by wind and thunder, and the surroundings were clearly cloudless, but the whole world was darkened.

　　That ancient tree looked particularly bright and tall.

　　Connecting with the world, like a bridge to the legendary fairyland.

　　"Bodhi—"

　　The ethereal voice echoed throughout the sky, and the phantom of the ancient tree expanded thousands of times, encompassing the entire sky.

　　Within a thousand miles, there was dead silence.

　　The river does not flow, the mountain wind does not go, the beasts fall to the ground, and the birds fall into the air.

　　Anything with a spirit will surrender and crawl, not daring to move.

　　Everything is so quiet, only Zhu Hao's whole body, the continuous whistling sound can be called noisy.

　　Invisibly, a huge force squeezed crazily from all directions.

　　It is like a gust of wind, like a huge wave, sometimes as hot as a sky fire, and sometimes as piercing as the nine secluded cold springs.

　　If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that there will be no scum that has already been crushed.

　　However, Zhu Hao knew that this was just the beginning.

　　Sure enough, the next moment, another two words fell.

　　"Destroy the devil!".

Chapter 114

　　The voice is short.

　　With a bit of indifference, haste, dissatisfaction and catharsis.

　　Suddenly, the wind was blowing all around.

　　Zhu Hao has never felt such a heavy pressure.

　　Not from within, but from outside.

　　His sword has the boundless power of opening mountains and rivers, and the energy contained in it is extremely heavy.

　　But more than this time.

　　It's unclear where this pressure is coming from.

　　It was as if the whole world was repelling him, squeezing him, and the omnipresent terrifying force tried to tear him apart, crushing him until he disappeared.

　　On the skin, a faint crimson began to show.

　　That is the performance of the qi and blood that can't help surging after the body is strongly oppressed.

　　However, Zhu Hao didn't care about that.

　　His eyes stared straight ahead, and the light in his eyes was extremely strong.

　　The huge ancient tree that reached the sky and the ground fell straight down.

　　There are many phantoms, and it looks like flying smoke, but every strand is heavier than Mount Tai.

　　Kankan crooked a little, and the earth within a thousand miles swayed.

　　One after another terrifying cracks spread out from unknown places, spreading like spider webs to any corner of sight.

　　Mountains crumbled and shattered.

　　The smoke and dust rose into the sky, like a gust of wind sweeping thousands of miles of yellow sand, forming a moat that separates the world.

　　The ancient tree continued to fall, and the mighty coercion surged like a tide and spread out.

　 　Ripples appeared, one after another.

　　Wherever he went, everything was ashes.