"The Sutra of Ksitigarbha's Rescue!"

Looking through the obscure words one by one, Wang Meng gradually gained his own understanding of the golden booklet in his heart.

This is a inherited martial arts, which are very exquisite, including martial arts, secret techniques... and straight to the realm of the golden body. The last part of this martial arts records in detail how to obtain the secret martial arts of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which does have a huge effect on Wang Meng.

This allowed Wang Meng to have a deeper understanding of Dharma images and even the realm of golden body.

After a long time, Wang Meng turned to the last page, which was also obscure.

But this time it was no longer a martial art or a secret skill, but a word of instructing.

"The later generations are Ksitigarbha, the Underworld Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. If you can obtain my skills, it will prove that the Unity Lord has failed."

"There is a heavenly court above, governing the eight deserts, and under the underworld, and a life of life. Everyone in the underworld does not want to be restrained. Under the leadership of the Duke, they resist the rule of the Heavenly Court. Unfortunately, they are incomparable to the Emperor of Heaven after all..."

"Later, inherit my inheritance and will inherit my cause and effect. I do not ask you to avenge me, but I just hope to preserve the immortal inheritance of my underworld. Although the Emperor of Heaven is peerless, but his ambition is too great, he will inevitably have a disaster. Be careful of the Heavenly Court..."

When Wang Meng saw this passage of hearing this, he learned some secrets for a while.

This is the inheritance left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva among a force called underworld in ancient times. In this Ksitigarbha’s words, the underworld should be an opposing force in the heavenly court, a gathering place for some people who pursue freedom and cannot be restrained, and resist the rule of the heavenly court.

Wang Meng shook his head and did not care about Ksitigarbha's instructions.

Countless years have passed, and the ancient heaven has long disappeared into the long river of history, leaving only a piece of ruins, which has gradually recovered under the auspices of Emperor Ziwei.

The grudges between heaven and underworld are naturally written off early.

Even Wang Meng himself is the Emperor Gou Chen of the Heavenly Court, so he doesn't have to worry about the threat of the so-called Heavenly Court.

But when he thought of something, Wang Meng couldn't help but wonder: "Underland? How can there be a inheritance of the underworld in this secret realm of Wanshou? The underworld is boundless. Could it be that this ancient country of Wanshou is the underworld? It is said that the Heavenly Court conquered the ancient country of Wanshou, perhaps it is to conquer the underworld."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Meng shook his head. These were all ancient secrets and there were no specific answers, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

After searching this ruins again, Wang Meng confirmed that only this golden book was of some value in the ruins, so he stopped hesitating and left directly.

...

At the end of the east end of the Wanshou Secret Realm, above a majestic mountain.

At this time, Wang Meng stood quietly on the mountain peak, and there were always a group of elders from the Wusheng Sect gathering towards him.

After a while, Wang Meng counted the number of people and couldn't help but frowned: "What's going on? Where is Elder Zhang? And Han and Guardian Luo?"

Here, including Wang Meng, a total of 47 people were arrived, and Wusheng Sect had 50 people, but at this time, three people had not arrived.

One Yang God Elder and two Yin God Protectors are not a small force even in the Wusheng Sect.

A white-haired elder shook his head: "I don't know, or I've been delayed for a while on the road, maybe I'm still on the way."

When Wang Meng heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and everyone agreed to gather here.

At the speed of the master, even if it is transmitted to the westernmost point, half a day is enough to get here.

Did he encounter some trouble? Wang Meng said in his heart.

Wang Meng was thinking, the message transmission talisman on his waist flashed and picked it up, feeling the position of the message transmission talisman.

Wang Meng immediately waved his hand: "Follow me!"

...

At this time, a purple palace hundreds of feet tall stood on the earth hundreds of miles away from Wang Meng and others.

Although this palace is extremely gorgeous and can withstand the passage of time, it is obvious that this palace, which is hundreds of feet tall, is not an ordinary thing.

At this time, nearly a hundred warriors from various realms were fighting together. These warriors were at least masters, even yang gods, and they all had their own dignity.

But a magnificent ruin is ahead and the interests are moving, they can't help but start fighting fiercely.

Among these people, Garula was one. Garula was very strong, but he was still unable to break through the siege.

At this time, Garula surrounded five yang gods and attacked him. These were all the yang gods of the other two empires. After joining forces, even Garula was too busy to deal with it and was completely at a disadvantage.

Five Yang Gods!

It is obvious that these two empires still attach enough importance to the second master of the Khan Empire around Garula.

As for the other strong men of the Khan Empire, they were entangled by the strong men of the other two empires, and they could not even make any moves to rescue Garula.

At this time, the five people looked at each other and looked at Garula, with a flash of killing intent in their eyes.

Their purpose was not only to seize the purple palace, but also to kill Garula, the backer king of the Khan Empire, and Garula, who had the most hope of being promoted to the Dharma image among the three empires.

It was obvious that Garuda also saw everyone's plans, and the more they fought, the more brave they became, a statue of the Ming Wang behind him appeared. Yin and Yang fortune was due to extraordinary combat power and a plan to fight for life.

Garula's crazy look made the five of them feel a little timid.

In this way, no one knew that if he wanted to take Garula's life, when he encountered Garula's counterattack before his death, at least one or two of the five people would die, and no one wanted to be those two, so he couldn't help but feel a little timid.

On the other side, three men in white Taoist robes were each entangled by their opponents. They were an elder and two guardians who had not gathered in Wusheng Sect.

At this time, the three of them were also helpless. The three of them were lucky. They were not far away from the teleportation location. They gradually rushed to the east and soon gathered together. They originally wanted to meet at the position indicated by their chief, but they didn't expect that they would find a ruin that was about to be born soon. The three of them were overjoyed.

But not long after, there were a series of warriors from the other three kingdoms coming.

Gradually, the three of them who discovered the ruins were the weakest, but they became marginal people.

"Why haven't the Chief Elder come yet?"

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be far away."

The two were talking, and a shocking momentum fluctuation came from afar.

I saw Wang Meng, wearing black boots, white robe, and a long knife on his waist, looked cold and his eyes sharp, and he strode towards this chaotic battlefield.

There were dozens of elders of the Wusheng Sect in white robes behind him, and everyone looked dull, with aura and a consistent step, making them look even more imposing.

At this time, when the people present saw Wang Meng and others coming, they all began to pause and stop, and their eyes looked at Wang Meng and others full of fear.

Wang Meng has more than ten Yang Gods and dozens of masters, which are more than half of the strength of this battlefield.

Such a lot of power entering the court will inevitably have a huge impact on everyone present. Some masters who were still fighting fiercely just now began to send messages to each other, agreeing to join forces to fight against Wang Meng and others.

Seeing Wang Meng coming, an elder and two guardians who were entangled were immediately happy and ran over quickly, muttering something in Wang Meng's ear.

When Wang Meng heard this, his eyes were still dull, and he just nodded slightly.

Looking at the people in front of him, Wang Meng said with a light expression: "The elders of my Holy Sect first discovered this palace, so this palace has a destiny to be with my Holy Sect. It should belong to my Holy Sect. Let's disperse."

Everyone present was stunned. No one expected that Wang Meng would say such a thing.

When a few of the people who came first saw the three men in white robe next to Wang Mengsheng, they immediately thought that Wang Meng's words were true.

However, everyone was here at this time, how could it be that Wang Meng dispersed because of a word?

A Yang Shen of Wanyan Empire immediately sneered: "Elder Wang, you said you have a destiny with this palace. I also said that the entire Wanshou Secret Realm is destined to me. The remains in this secret realm are not first come first served. Everything depends on strength. It is true that your Manichaeism situation is great, but it is not qualified to let me retreat in one sentence."

When Wang Meng heard this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the Yang Shen with a dull look, as if he was a dead person.

Before everyone could react in the next moment, Wang Meng had already stepped out towards the spoken Yang God. The surging aura was surging around him. He punched down, and the endless flow of heaven and earth power was blessed under Wang Meng's punch.

Move mountains! Cover the sea! Shock thunder!

The three supernatural powers of the power of heaven and earth are condensed into a punch, all of which are the general trend of heaven and earth with the help of the punch!

The world is vast, and one punch reaches the sky!

A warrior from the Yangshen realm standing in front of him suddenly felt as powerful pressure as a mountain.

Faced with such powerful power, the warrior who was the first to escape.

But Wang Meng's punch fought to the extreme, and the world was vast, and only my fist power was the power.

A fist was extremely heavy. In an instant, it seemed that there was only this punch between heaven and earth. The fist seemed to be covered by heaven and earth, but it had blocked all the directions around him that could dodge, leaving him with no escape and no escape!

The Yang Shen warrior made a quick decision. Seeing that his escape direction was blocked, he did not retreat but advanced. The rich true energy in his body suddenly shook, and the energy in his body burst out with all his strength. The dazzling pure Yang Yuanshen merged into his body, and his entire golden body shone, bursting out his ultimate power to resist Wang Meng's punch.

But unfortunately, he still underestimated Wang Meng's current strength.

With a punch, the powerful fluctuation suddenly formed a strong sense of tearing in the air, and a ball of blood mist burst out directly in the air. The Yang Shen warrior was actually directly bombarded by Wang Meng on the spot!

The Yang Shen warriors around him were shocked. The punch force of one punch knocked a Yang Shen who burst out with all his strength into a blood mist. This has nothing to do with simple martial arts. This is completely a method of breaking through power. Such a powerful and powerful force is really a Yang Shen?

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. If Wang Meng had not still had the meaning of pure yang and was still in the secret realm, they thought that the person in front of them had already been promoted to the Dharma image.

On the other side, Wang Meng saw the power of his punch, his eyes were dull, but he was satisfied.

Over the years, Wang Meng has been constantly making up for himself. All kinds of exercises combined with "Calligraphy and Enlightenment" turned into Wang Meng's foundation, and the various secret techniques of the Wusheng Sect. Wang Yuelian, who is a Dharma image, is always instructed and trained. Whether it is the method of fighting or the origin of martial arts, he has reached the extreme of the current realm. His strength has definitely reached the peak of the Yang Shen.

Three years ago, he exhausted his means to defeat Garuda, but now he has completed the foundation and gathered all his foundation, so he will never be so troublesome.

At this time, Garulo was also shocked and looked at Wang Meng and said in his heart: "He has made progress again, how long has it been?"

Looking at everyone present, Wang Meng said lightly: "This person is right. If the ruins are not seen first come first served, everything depends on their strength. It is obvious that this person does not have the ability to speak wildly to me."

"Now, in my words, this palace belongs to my holy religion. Who agrees with it? Who opposes it?"

This Yang Shen warrior was actually directly bombarded by Wang Meng on the spot!

The Yang Shen warriors around him were shocked. The punch force of one punch knocked a Yang Shen who burst out with all his strength into a blood mist. This has nothing to do with simple martial arts. This is completely a method of breaking through power. Such a powerful and powerful force is really a Yang Shen?

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. If Wang Meng had not still had the meaning of pure yang and was still in the secret realm, they thought that the person in front of them had already been promoted to the Dharma image.

Another Yang Shen warrior was actually directly killed by Wang Meng on the spot!

The Yang Shen warriors around him were shocked. The punch force of one punch knocked a Yang Shen who burst out with all his strength into a blood mist. This has nothing to do with simple martial arts. This is completely a method of breaking through power. Such a powerful and powerful force is really a Yang Shen?

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. If Wang Meng had not still had the meaning of pure yang and was still in the secret realm, they thought that the person in front of them had already been promoted to the Dharma image.

On the other side, Wang Meng saw the power of his punch, his eyes were dull, but he was satisfied.

Over the years, Wang Meng has been constantly making up for himself. All kinds of exercises combined with "Calligraphy and Enlightenment" turned into Wang Meng's foundation, and the various secret techniques of the Wusheng Sect. Wang Yuelian, who is a Dharma image, is always instructed and trained. Whether it is the method of fighting or the origin of martial arts, he has reached the extreme of the current realm. His strength has definitely reached the peak of the Yang Shen.

Three years ago, he exhausted his means to defeat Garuda, but now he has completed the foundation and gathered all his foundation, so he will never be so troublesome.

At this time, Garulo was also shocked and looked at Wang Meng and said in his heart: "He has made progress again, how long has it been?"

Looking at everyone present, Wang Meng said lightly: "This person is right. If the ruins are not seen first come first served, everything depends on their strength. It is obvious that this person does not have the ability to speak wildly to me."
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