"You said you people were going to kill me when you saw me. You said everyone except Yunmeng was my enemy. It's fine now. They're all dead."

Su Li had the Sword of Impermanence, the Staff of Underworld and the Battle Ax of Doom in his hands, and the two hall masters of Xuantian Pavilion, the commander of Yunmeng Tiefu Tu, and the Black Wolf King, one of the eight demon immortals, were all killed by him.

All two artifacts of Xuantian Pavilion fell into his hands.

Afterwards, Su Li continued to move forward.

The purpose of his coming to the wilderness this time was to find Qiankun Bagai, not to kill the Black Wolf King.

Continuing to move forward, Su Li felt some pure Yang power.

The wild land is originally wet and full of miasma, but if you use magic power to sense it dozens of miles away, you will find that the place is filled with the power of pure Yang, and the atmosphere is incompatible with the wild land.

Obviously that is where Qiankun Bag is located.

Su Li took a step forward and immediately saw a monk.

This monk has a red face, big hands and feet, and a tall figure. He seems to be in his forties or fifties. He is wearing a black gold cassock and has endless energy.

Next to him, there were several human beings and ghosts, one of whom was holding a big bag in his hand.

This big bag was tightly tied with a rope. The rope seemed to be tendons, and it seemed that they were not animal tendons, but human tendons.

Huge amounts of pure Yang power faintly escaped from the pocket.

"I didn't expect that I would be found by you after I escaped here. It seems that there will be a life and death fight today. I will fight hard to avenge the destruction of the temple back then!"

The monk looked at Su Li in the void with an extremely angry look on his face. After expanding his chest and lungs, he spat out violently.

A strong air flow turned into a hot white mist, like steam after boiling water, rolling in.

This ball of white gas was the size of a water tank. It dispersed violently and contained countless violent masculine blood.

This sound even exceeds the sound of a tiger. Even if a tiger roars and howls in the mountains and responds from all directions, it is definitely not one-tenth as loud as this sound wave.

The strong sound wave swept through the void at once, enough to shake the soul of a ghost and immortal roar, making it impossible to use any Taoist magic.

This is the roar of the Martial Saint!

The power of a roar can dispel most Taoist magic.

But Su Li just looked at this scene indifferently and spoke. "Your Martial Saint's Roar is of no use to me, and I am not your enemy. The Daqian Dynasty has nothing to do with me. This hatred, you

You cannot seek retribution from me. Of course, I want to take the Qiankun Bag. And I have also obtained the Amitabha Sutra in the past."

The roar of the Martial Saint was enough to kill a ghost and immortal being in one fell swoop, but that huge blood energy was just a little bit of pure energy to Su Li.

The immortality method practiced by Su Li is much higher than the Yang Shen method. He is not afraid of the roar of the Martial Saint at all. He even activates the Great Devouring Technique with a random movement. The power of devouring the origin of heaven and earth is activated by him, even if it is ten million people.

Martial Saints, no, a billion Martial Saints, roaring together, only provided him with negligible energy.

Of course, if a ghost immortal meets a billion martial saints, he will basically be yelled into scum in an instant.

The ghost fairy belongs to yin, and the roar of the martial saint belongs to yang.

As for Su Li's magic power, it is originally a thing of the Supreme Sun, and contains many great ways of heaven and earth. In his eyes, Wu Sheng's attacks are like children's tricks.

"What."

After roaring, nothing happened to Su Li. The monk's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, especially when he heard that Su Li had obtained the Past Amitabha Sutra, his face showed even more surprise.

"Are you really not a big person?"

"Have you learned the Past Amitabha Sutra?"

"If you are not from Daqian and have obtained the Amitabha Sutra of the past, then I will follow you. You will be the next abbot of my Dazen Temple."

"Monk Jing Ren, pay homage to the abbot!"

The old monk was shocked after listening to Su Li's words. He actually stopped attacking and instead bowed respectfully.

"Jing Ren, we agreed to work together. We can't just give him the Qiankun Bag like this!"

The Jingren monk made a move, and the three elders of the Witch Ghost Path sitting next to him immediately couldn't sit still and were about to take action.

Su Li made a big move, reached out and grabbed the Qiankun cloth bag in his hand.

"Fight with you!"

An old man was furious, and countless black energy surged out of his body, turning into a head the size of a small mountain.

This head seems to be a bull's head, but with two horns circling. More importantly, this head has a huge mouth and nose, and its fangs are looming.

Its two eyes seemed to be open but not open, and seemed to be closed but not closed. The moment they appeared in the void, bursts of ancient, desolate, and simple auras emanated from the head.

As soon as the head appeared, he opened his mouth slightly and stretched out a tongue-like black air, which instantly swept towards Su Li.

"Yu Wutong, you actually dare to attack my new headmaster of the Great Zen Temple. Don't you know that within ten steps, the Martial Saint is invincible?"

The Jingren monk roared again, and unexpectedly broke the old man's spell.

The newly condensed Demon Lord was about to stretch out his hand when he suddenly encountered the terrifying blood energy of the Jingren monk and dissipated directly into the void.

"Jingren, actually you don't need to take action. I also want to see the Supreme Demon Lord in the witchcraft path."

Su Li was speechless as he watched the Jing Nin Monk listen to him practice the Amitabha Sutra and then throw him at him, and then attack his previous teammates. However, the Supreme Demon Lord just now did leave some impression on him.

Any visualized demon contains the ultimate truth.

This is exactly what Su Li is pursuing.

The King of Destruction Ming is the great wrath, the Demon God of Destruction is the great destruction, and the Amitabha Sutra of the past is the eternal past.

These artistic conceptions combined with scriptures can allow a person to perfectly visualize and even condense the devil, which is also the source of various Taoist techniques.

Of course, Su Li is different. He likes to master the Tao by himself, rather than visualizing the devil and then imagining the demon to obtain Taoism.

However, the Supreme Demon Lord had just appeared, and Su Li was still savoring its artistic conception. The Jingren monk had already taken action and roared the Supreme Demon Lord to pieces.

This is not because the supreme demon king is not powerful, but mainly because the person who is visualizing it is not powerful. The demon king only has one head and is a semi-finished product.

All things are based on nine. Obviously, if the Supreme Demon Lord of Dacheng is visualized, he should have nine heads.

Only the nine-headed supreme demon possesses all kinds of terrifying powers.

"But since you are willing to follow me, Jing Nin, I can also take you in. As for the Great Zen Temple, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. I am the supreme leader of the Yuhua Sect. How do you want me to repeat the Great Zen Temple?"

Su Li moved his hand, and the Jingren monk's body was wrapped up by him, and he left here.

He was too lazy to deal with those people from the Witch Ghost Path. Anyway, even if he didn't deal with them, they would be dealt with by others in the future, such as Champion Hou or Hong Yi.

"Can I, a martial saint, fly one day?"

The Jingren monk, who was wrapped in Su Li's magic power, had a look on his face. He had never thought that one day he would be able to fly.

You know, it is almost common sense in the monastic world that a martial saint cannot fly by relying on his own strength.

Now, he is flying.

"It is magical power that breaks all impossibilities. If you want to practice the feathering method, I can also teach you."

At this time, Su Li was playing with the Qiankun bag while heading towards the direction of the Lord.

At the same time, he looked into the Qiankun Bag and could see that the Qiankun Bag was a small world.

There is no sun inside, but there is a layer of bright, soft clouds, green and jade-like.

The ground is also a layer of clouds as smooth as a mirror, like water waves. When a person steps on it, there is a ripple, but it is extremely solid.

This small world also has barriers. Overall, it looks like a big house with a radius of a hundred miles, which is equivalent to a small county in the Daqian Dynasty.

In this small world, there are mountains of things piled up.

A pile of gold, a pile of silver, a pile of jewelry, emeralds, diamonds, etc., many jewelry.

In the world, it was extremely valuable, but Su Li was not interested in it at all.

What slightly aroused his interest was a bone plate with an unknown script carved on it.

On the other side of the bone plate, a real full-length statue of the devil is carved, with double horns on the head, spiral bends, and nine heads on the neck.

He is actually the supreme demon god of the witch-ghost path!

This supreme devil holds a bone in his hand and beats it, but his body is still in human form.

Each line is rendered vividly and lifelike.

When people took a look, it seemed as if this demon god was about to come out of the bone plate.

A desolate, vast, distant, ancient, and rich aura came out from this supreme demon king.

Just one look at it makes you feel like you have traveled tens of thousands of years ago.

"Abbott, are you looking at the Supreme Demon Lord of the Witch Ghost Path? He is actually an ancient god of war. He fights with the sky and the earth and never surrenders. But in the end, he was suppressed by a Holy Emperor. At that time, the Witch Ghost The Tao is still orthodox, but after the Supreme God of War was suppressed, every generation has become worse than the last, and now, it has a bad reputation, and it actually only does things like blood sacrifices and killings."

The Jingren monk looked around, as if trying to guess what Su Li was looking at.
Chapter completed!