Early the next morning, Chang Xi learned from the little monk Juechen that because of his slaughter, thousands of monks from Hongyuan Temple had not entered the grain of rice for a whole day. On the way to the martial arts garden, they would bow and apologize. The monks would understand and return the gifts. After all, refining the body does consume a lot of physical energy, and it is normal to eat more physical energy. However, the so-called "more" is a bit beyond their perception...

Chang Xi has not been asleep all night since he had eaten a round stomach last night. He carefully familiarized the reconstructed meridians and the circulation of the cycle of the sky. As expected, if he used those moves that had already been familiar with the heart according to the original established method of spiritual power flow, his power would be greatly reduced.

Fortunately, the recast meridian layout and the cycle of the sky were transformed by myself, and it became very fast to get familiar with it. In less than a few hours, all the new operation methods of the moves were integrated. Chang Xi couldn't help but want to try the power, but because of the late night and the inability to do all his strength, he came to the martial arts garden early in the morning.

In addition to practicing the Buddha's vows, the Hongyuan Temple is to refine the body, so there will naturally be places to test the strength. Chang Xi grabbed a monk's place to ask, and walked towards the turtle camel monument for Buddhist disciples to test the strength.

Since Chang Xi stepped into the martial arts garden, it became the focus of attention. After all, a thick black hair appeared in the bald head, which was not enough to attract attention. When the martial arts monks saw Chang Xi walking towards the turtle camel monument that was testing their strength, they immediately knew the intention. All the monks in the martial arts garden spontaneously gathered around, wanting to see if this young master Chang who could eat and drink was as good as the rumored one could fight.

The capable monk standing next to the Turtle Camel Monument saw Chang Xi strode, put his palms together and asked, "Young Master Chang wants to use the Turtle Camel Monument to test his strength?"

Chang Xi, who has cultivated the body of the Great Vajra, had a loud voice like a bell, "That's it."

The capable monk smiled and said, "Please wait for Mr. Chang, the monk is ready now."

The monk pointed his fingers on the Turtle Camel Monument. The surface of the Turtle Camel Monument, which was originally an ordinary stone tablet, flashed with misty light. The surface of the monument flowed like a ripples on the lake. The capable monk turned his head and stood a little farther away and said, "Young Master Chang, now it's OK."

"Thank you."

Chang Xi nodded and greeted her, retreated slightly, calming her energy, and the blood sea surging between her chest wandered wildly along the new meridians in this Vajra Immortal Body. An unimaginable terrifying force aroused from her limbs and bones. Her heartbeats like a drum that sounded urgently. The hazy ink-washed golden dragon phantom was more than a circle larger than before. The strong wind blew the face, shocking the monks around her to retreat backwards.

Some monks could not believe in it: "What kind of Dharma image is this?"

"This thing has eagle claws, tiger palms, deer antlers and mirage belly, and eighty-one black scales on its back, which correspond to the extreme of the nine-nine yang numbers. Could it be that the rumored golden dragon Dharma image?"

"How lucky is this Mr. Chang to be able to control the rumored dragon star?"

"Our rage Vajra Dharma image is really much different from the dragon image of Mr. Chang, and even the uncles of the masters and uncles seem to be unable to catch up with it."

"Be quiet, Mr. Chang is about to punch!"

Chang Xi's five fingers suddenly formed a fist, and the air in the fist was pinched like a bean-like sound.

The capable monk who had cultivated his little Vajra body suddenly staggered forward and showed a look of horror. He just couldn't even see how Chang Xi's five fingers clenched into a fist. He only felt that the moment when the five fingers clenched, the air around him suddenly tightened, and he was uncontrollably about to be absorbed.

He couldn't help but exclaim. If this punch was put on, how could the turtle and camel monument remain?

The sword body of the cave-you long sword floating on the black and white lotus platform trembled rapidly. Next to the five lotus seeds that were originally blooming with golden light, nine more lotus seeds rose in an instant!

This punch seemed to be a meteor across the sky, dragging out a brilliant light. A punch that was activated with all its strength by the Destruction Attack Method fell on the Turtle Camel Monument. The light that should have appeared on the top of the monument disappeared. The ripples on the monument surface shook up stormy waves, as if the quiet lake was poured back by the surging sea water, and it instantly shattered. The turtle Camel Monument exploded inch by inch, and the blown gravel was rolled back by the fist wind, without hurting the innocent monk.

The monks watching around were all staring at the size of a copper bell, and they all fell into a state of ignorance. The Turtle Camel Monument was punched by Mr. Chang?

Chang Xi withdrew his fist. The nine golden lights suddenly appeared on the black and white lotus platform, which scared him. When he saw the gravels and slags carrying monuments beside his feet, his face, which was originally thick because he often went to Qifeng Peak, suddenly turned red. He slept in other people's rooms, ate all other people's steamed buns, and smashed other people's turtle camel monuments. This was too disrespectful to others!

Chang Xi touched his head embarrassedly and smirked. The capable monk took the lead in recovering from the shock. He looked at the gravel on the ground and smiled bitterly. The young master who was as powerful as a demon god but now had a harmless face said: "Mr. Chang, this turtle carriage monument is enough to withstand the impact of 300,000 kilograms of force. Since even the turtle carriage monument cannot bear it, it means that your strength has at least exceeded 300,000 kilograms."

Chang Xi was slightly stunned and couldn't help but feel happy. Half a month ago, if his strength had been fully exerted through the siege hammer method, he might have a huge force of 200,000 kilograms. Now that he can smash the turtle carrier monument with one punch, it means that his strength has doubled.

Chang Xi, who was overjoyed, looked at the capable monk with a twist. The capable monk turned pale and immediately knew the guy's thoughts. He waved his hands repeatedly and begged for mercy: "Mr. Chang, it is not very troublesome to repair this turtle-carrying monument if it is damaged, but if the other tyrant monument is broken, it will be impossible to repair it. Please be kind to Mr. Chang!"

According to legend, there is a true dragon in the upper realm who left a ninth-level bloodline in the human world in ancient times. Baxia inherited the sixth vein of the true dragon's bloodline. He was born to love carrying weights very much. He looks like a turtle but has sharp teeth. His weight-bearing ability is far beyond ordinary turtles. In the early years of Hongyuan Temple, he accidentally obtained the armor fragments of Baxia's true body. Later, he refined a magic weapon, Baxia monument, which is specially designed for the masters of Taoist monks in Hongyuan Temple to test their strength.

Although the capable monk knew that the Baxia Monument was extremely solid, even the masters in the temple who had been immersed in the Immortal Body of the Great Vajra for a long time could not destroy the Baxia Monument. Naturally, from the bottom of his heart, he did not think that Chang Xi could break Baxia Monument, but he still did not dare to take this risk. After all, even if it was not broken, he would be blamed if it was broken.

Fortunately, Chang Xi did not shamelessly try to try Baxiao Monument later, otherwise it would be possible to smash Baxiao Monument with one punch. You should know that the strange beast Baxiao is just a mixed bloodline left by the real dragon in the human world, while Chang Xi is carrying the serious dragon bloodline. If you hit one punch, there is no difference between me and my son, and it is not about strength at all.

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect outside the martial arts garden came from afar, and took a step forward to Chang Xi. The gravels on the turtle-carrying monument on the ground did not make him look sad. The abbot went straight to the point and said, "Release your true meaning of silence and look at me."

Chang Xi did as he said, and the flowers that condensed the true meaning of silence bloomed on his fingertips. March was already a little warm and cold. The monks who were surrounded by the eyes suddenly felt an unforgettable chill invaded their hearts. The monks of Hongyuan Temple, who had a weak cultivation, seemed to be clenched by an invisible big hand. The originally colorful scenery in front of them was gray and white several times, and they almost couldn't breathe.

A smell that was far more fearful than death radiated. The abbot's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He stomped his feet slightly, and a golden swastika realm rose under his feet, releasing the aura that was above death and trapped it. In the swastika realm, only Chang Xi and the abbot were safe and sound.

When the abbot of the Pure Land Sect saw this flower of fierce and dangerous nirvana, he was overjoyed and said, "Young Master Chang is indeed blessed, and what he has realized is the Vajra Nirvana body!"

Chang Xi was a little scared. What he had learned was not the Vajra Immortal Body? Could it be that he had done it?

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect signaled Chang Xi to be calm and not restless. He looked deeply at the black and white lotus platform in Chang Xi's dantian and patiently explained: "A ordinary Buddhist disciple entered the secret realm of Great Vajra, thinking about how to adapt to the void environment, so as to comprehend a trace of immortality, and then change the meridians and the heavens to cultivate the Great Vajra Immortal Body. Mr. Chang, you have previously understood the state of life and death and live towards death, so you have the opportunity to comprehend a deeper true meaning of nirvana, so this Great Vajra Immortal Body is naturally the Great Vajra Immortal Body."

Chang Xi asked with great hope: "This Vajra Nirvana body sounds more domineering. Is it more powerful?"

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect laughed and said, "That's natural. Otherwise, the first-time Vajra Immortal Body can't be beaten with 400,000 kilograms of force. However, the Vajra Nirvana Immortal Body is more difficult to practice than the Immortal Body, and it also requires a large amount of pure dead energy to temper and polish to go further."

Chang Xi shrugged, thinking that this Vajra Nirvana body was indeed a cunning person, and she would not see a rabbit or show off her eagle.

After that, Chang Xi rested for a few days, thoroughly explored his new meridians, and practiced the Vajra Nirvana body, which is also rare in Buddhism, and only needed to be polished slowly. Chang Xi resigned to the abbot of the Pure Land Sect and solemnly apologized for the previous slaughter and the breaking of the turtle-carrying monument.

The old abbot, who has experienced a hundred years of wind and sand, laughed so hard that he would not take these young people's small fuss about the little troubles between them. Instead, he gave Chang Xi a treasured scripture of "The True Interpretation of Nirvana" to his understanding and said earnestly: "Young Master Chang, the true intention of Nirvana is above the intention of death. Once you have achieved success in your studies, only the mind of the divine mind will move will be determined to die in an instant. I know that Mr. Chang will naturally inevitably suffer from many fighting. I beg Mr. Chang to use the true intention of Nirvana, please do not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and lead to sins."

Chang Xi solemnly put "The True Interpretation of Nirvana" and said with his fists: "Please rest assured that Chang Xi has never mistakenly killed even a good person since entering the world of immortal cultivation. He didn't know how to do it before, now, and even more so in the future."

The abbot of the Pure Land Sect was satisfied with Lian Lianzhen's head and personally sent Chang Xi to the Welcoming Hall. He said meaningfully: "Mr. Chang, I have a suggestion. Mr. Chang might as well take off his luxurious black clothes, put on a coarse cloth clothes, and look at the colorful flowers in the world in an ordinary manner. Perhaps if you change your identity and angle that is not noticeable, Mr. Chang can experience many things that you have never felt before."

The young man in black shirt was slightly stunned, and a sudden expression of enlightenment appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!