The wind is blowing, and the mountains are cool in autumn.
It has been more than a month since the previous battle at Tianmen.
No one would have thought that a lion-slaying convention would involve so many secrets in the world.
The mysterious Emperor Shitian, and the Tianmen of the Immortal Family overlooking the human world.
It has gradually exceeded the scope of human martial arts.
In addition to the martial arts heroes who were in Shaoshi Mountain that day, all the forces in the martial arts world were amazed by this sudden and eternal spectacle.
The ultimate martial arts that once only existed in ancient books and classics has opened the door to heaven.
It's no lie.
Even the Prince of Beiliang, who claimed to have all the military power in the world, couldn't help but look sideways.
As the martial arts heroes gradually bid farewell and descended the mountain, Shaoshi Mountain gradually became deserted.
The Wudang Clan and the Ming Cult were the last gangs to leave after bidding farewell to Zhou Xuanxin.
The green cypresses in the mountains still stand upright against the wind.
Just like the young man wearing a white robe in the mountains.
He recalled that day, through the heavy sky light, he saw the figures in the Tianmen.
That is the immortal who has been given a thousand years.
Fishing for luck in the world and manipulating misfortunes and blessings in the world.
Even the spokesperson they chose to stand in the human world, Emperor Shitian, has a lifespan of thousands of years that far exceeds that of ordinary people.
Just a pity.
Zhou Xuanxin crushed the weird-looking Xuanbing mask in his hand.
Just like the life of Emperor Shakti who passed away long ago.
That day, as Zhou Xuanxin swung his sword, Emperor Shaktian's thousand-year-old dream was cut into pieces along with it.
That sword was so powerful that it had the power to cut through the void and cut through reincarnation.
He clearly saw the surprise blooming in the eyes of every immortal.
Outside the Tianmen, under the Immortal Realm, there are such cultivations.
The gate of heaven is also closed.
But the immortal's wish has not been achieved, and he will never stop there.
Zhou Xuanxin secretly explored his body.
The skill has gradually become deeper and deeper, like rolling waves, rough ocean, even the realm of celestial phenomena has been half-stepped.
Looking at the world, I am afraid that I have very few opponents.
If you want to seek advice at a higher level, you can only go one step further by meeting a master in the realm of heaven and earth.
In this world, even the cultivation levels of Wu Ming and Zhang Sanfeng are only at the peak level of the Grand Master.
If it were a battle, although he dared not say that he would be defeated with one sword, if it was to be a long-term battle, Zhou Xuanxin was fully confident.
Zhou Xuanxin felt sad secretly.
"If there is another person in this world, he may be someone who is in the realm of Dao, Heaven and Human..."
His eyes slowly looked towards the scripture collection pavilion in Shaolin Temple.
A few days ago, Zhou Xuanxin defeated Cheng Kun, Emperor Shitian and others, which can be regarded as eliminating a great harm to the martial arts in the Central Plains.
Therefore, Master Kongwen of Shaolin Temple has allowed Zhou Xuanxin to freely enter and leave the Sutra Pavilion to read classics.
However, knowing that there was a peerless master in the book pavilion, Zhou Xuanxin felt a little nervous.
However, time waits for no one.
The gates of heaven will eventually reopen, we just have to wait for the opportunity.
After the death of Emperor Shakti, there are many people in the world who are looking forward to connecting with gods and humans.
Zhao Xuansu of Longhu Mountain.
The ancestor of the Xuanyuan family.
They are all such characters.
If you want to forcefully break through to the Dao Heavenly Realm, you can naturally reopen the Heavenly Gate for a while.
Thinking of this, Zhou Xuanxin stepped lightly on the ground, walked like dust, and flew away.
Heading towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
At that time, the autumn wind was blowing in the air and the lead clouds were thick.
It seems that since Tianmen was blocked by Zhou Xuanxin with a sword, the world has always been like this, like black clouds pressing down on it.
The dead trees rustled, and a few fallen leaves slowly fell in front of the Sutra Pavilion.
A skinny eminent monk in green shirt was sweeping the floor with a broom in his hand.
The old monk looked quite young, with a slow and weak body.
His few sparse long beards were all white, and he didn't look like he had any martial arts skills.
The old monk's broom lightly drew a circle on the ground and slowly stopped.
There was quite a bit of gratification in his words.
"Young hero has great skills."
On a stone platform behind him, Zhou Xuanxin was standing behind him without knowing it.
"Young hero has done a great job for martial arts in the world."
Zhou Xuanxin remained silent, just watching quietly as the old monk began to sweep the floor again.
"Martial arts in the world have been practiced for thousands of years, and martial arts are extremely prosperous."
"It's just a pity that people in the world, when they practice to the highest level, they will never be able to escape from being fierce and ruthless, and practice the way of harmony."
"It's no wonder that immortals hang out in the clouds to catch the world and absorb the fate of the world."
"Young hero is young now, and he is already at the peak of his martial arts cultivation. But I'll pardon my first words, but after ascending to the sky, will it be difficult for young hero to make further progress?"
The old monk was talking to himself, still looking desolate and indifferent to the world.
"Based on Lao Na's experience of sweeping the floors here for many years, the higher a person's martial arts cultivation, the understanding of Zen principles will naturally be hindered. This is called a 'martial arts obstacle' in my Shaolin Temple."
"You need to know that the principle of martial arts is to kill."
"And the Great Dao Heavenly Being is asking for salvation."
"The two are running in opposite directions, how can they not be suffocated everywhere?"
After the old monk said something, Zhou Xuanxin stepped forward and handed over his hand.
"What the master said, I will take it to heart."
"It's just that now that the gate of heaven is about to open, I have no other talents. I just want to be martial arts in the world and not be teased by the people in heaven. I can seek my own destiny and follow my own path."
"Therefore, I sincerely invite you to go to the Sutra Pavilion to read the Buddhist scriptures and sit down with the master to discuss the Tao."
The old monk smiled slightly, with a hint of approval in his eyes.
"There are seventy-two unique skills in the Sutra Pavilion, all of which are among the best in the world today. Just now you said that you only saw Buddhist scriptures. Could it be that you are not here for martial arts?"
"Young man has his own martial arts heritage. Even though the depth of Shaolin martial arts is profound and unpredictable, I don't want to pick on others' wisdom."
"Okay, there are no less than a hundred thousand miraculous books in the world in this Sutra Pavilion. I'm just sad that the world only looks at the seventy-two volumes of unique knowledge, but no one wants to read the famous Buddhist texts."
"The original benefactor Xiao was like this, and so is the old benefactor Murong."
"The young hero has a clear mind today. He is not greedy for martial arts. He can really be called 'pure'."
"What the young hero wants is not for himself, but to seek a path for the world. This can be regarded as the word 'truth'."
"For such a person, even though I have met many Shaolin masters, there are few who can compare with Shaoxia."
The old monk slowly moved away and raised his hand slightly.
"Young hero, please come into the pavilion and take a look."
As he waved his withered hand, a dense and thick cyclone slowly floated in the air.
Hitting Zhou Xuanxin's shoulder.
In an instant, Zhou Xuanxin only felt a ball of air flowing within a square inch.
But when it hits him, it seems to move his whole body, and he feels as if he has a huge force.
Like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring.
It's like a huge wave and a strong wind.
Suddenly, there was an image of calmness and tranquility again.
All-encompassing, yet pure and universal.
It is certainly not the pure skill of a great master.
Rather, it is about absorbing one's own charm into all things in the world, embracing the eternity of grace, and entering into the great avenue of heaven and man.
The Great Way of Heaven and Humanity!
Zhou Xuanxin gritted his teeth, took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, using the power of the cyclone to move his body to the side.
The strong resistance that had just stood in front of me suddenly turned into a breeze that pushed forward.
It seems like nothing, but it has a majestic power that cannot be underestimated.
The old monk smiled slightly and said.
"Okay, he's really talented, he's really a great young talent..."
"Good boy, now that I have reached this level, I am used to seeing too many ups and downs in the world."
"You can't escape the fate of being tricked by immortals."
"I hope you can bring a little change to this world..."
