After the gray-robed old monk left the Buddhist land in the West Desert, he used the invincible method that only the great sage can possess - the two worlds are inseparable.
In just the blink of an eye, the gray-robed old monk arrived outside Zhongxuan Mountain.
Looking at the aura-filled and majestic Zhongxuan Mountain, the gray-robed old monk couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that the people of the Eastern Wilderness are as uncivilized as the Southern Barbarians, but in this vast territory of the Eastern Wilderness, there is my West Desert Buddha.
It is a pity, a pity, a pity that the land does not possess the geographical advantages.”
For this most famous mountain in the Eastern Wasteland, he, an accomplished monk, could not help but be moved.
The legal place for wealthy couples.
This is something that no one in the entire spiritual world can avoid.
Although the old monk is a member of the Buddhist sect, Cangsheng Temple is different from other Buddhist sects, and they attach great importance to the monks' disputes.
This is why they fight to the death with Daxitian Temple.
They are still vying to come to the Eastern Wasteland to preach.
Nothing else.
Expand Cangsheng Temple.
In ordinary terms, it is a land grab.
Why grab territory? Naturally, it’s for more resources.
And this Zhongxuan Mountain is a rare resource in the eyes of the old monk.
Don't think that if a monk is so powerful that he doesn't need a place to practice.
This is a wrong perception.
Ninety thousand years ago, why did the spiritual energy of all the heavens and worlds suddenly deplete, ushering in the Age of Ending Dharma?
It wasn't because the two emperors reached the peak at the same time and directly sucked up all the spiritual energy in the heavens and the world.
The Great Emperor is still like this.
What's more, the old monk is still far behind the emperor.
"Huh?"
At this time, the old monk raised his head and looked up at the sky.
There is an ancient atmosphere that is slowly coming.
That aura is no weaker than his!
and……
Not a sage from heaven, but a second stage on the road to the invincible sage - a sage from heaven and earth!
"This is definitely a strong man from heaven!"
The old monk frowned, his eyes serious.
At that time, the two emperors called on the world to let all the powerful people who had surpassed the immortal realm go to the heavenly realm.
But in fact, there are still many people staying in the lower realm.
Among them, let’s not talk about the Supreme Realm and the Great Master Realm. Those who stay in the Lower Realm of the Great Sage Realm either have not yet chosen which path to take, or they have chosen to take the path of the Supreme Great Sage.
Because if you take the path of the supreme sage, you will end up as the supreme sage, which means you will be in the realm of being a great emperor for the rest of your life.
Therefore, only the powerful ones in the Great Sage Realm who chose this path stayed in the lower realm, and they were only a minority.
Strong men who choose the path of the Invincible Great Sage basically go to the Heavenly Realm.
Only in the Heaven Realm can they have the opportunity to progress.
After all, only the thirty-third heaven of the heavens can accommodate so many invincible beings in all the heavens and worlds.
As for the heavens and realms that have entered the Age of Ending Dharma, they are simply unable to support the existence and cultivation of this realm.
This is also why Tiandao suppression appears.
This is a way of self-protection for the heavens in all the worlds, so as not to be sucked dry by those powerful people. When the time comes, the world will be destroyed and the era will be restarted.
So when he sensed the breath of the great sage of heaven and earth, the gray-robed old monk immediately realized that this person definitely came from the heaven.
Now that it has only been three days since the suppression of the Heavenly Dao was lifted, some great sages from heaven and earth have begun to descend to the lower realms...
If this is really the case, then similar things will probably happen in all the worlds.
The gray-robed old monk had an intuition that the great era under the leadership of the two emperors was coming!
And at this moment.
The sea of clouds above the sky of Zhongxuan Mountain.
Wu Ming wore a black moiré robe, with a sword gourd hanging around his waist, and his big sleeves fluttering. Although his head was full of white hair, he had the look of a child with white hair.
Wu Ming looked at Zhongxuan Mountain getting closer and closer, feeling filled with emotion.
After ninety thousand years, he is finally going home!
At this moment, he was a little uneasy.
Back then, fellow members of the Emperor's Immortal Sect were all taken away for interrogation by the two emperors. Although they had not been treated in any other way in Tianyu these years, because of that incident, others did not dare to get too close to them. In the past ninety thousand years, they have lived a very miserable life, far from being as free and easy as they were in the Huangji Immortal Sect.
"Hey, there is a heavenly sage..."
Wu Ming's heart moved slightly, and he noticed the old monk outside Zhongxuan Mountain.
"There are not many people in the lower world in the Heaven Realm. In this big black and yellow world, there are only two hands, and this person is not among them."
Almost instantly, Wu Ming was sure that the other party was the old bastard hiding in the lower realm.
"Why does this old bastard come to Zhongxuan Mountain?"
Wu Ming muttered in his heart and flashed.
The next moment, Wu Ming appeared outside Zhongxuan Mountain. He took off the sword gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a sip, and said with a smile: "Good wine."
Seeing this man appearing openly in front of him, the gray-robed old monk did not dare to be rude. He clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
"The donor came from heaven?"
The gray-robed old monk looked at Wu Ming and asked.
Wu Ming then looked at the gray-robed old monk. Looking at the old monk, he felt very unhappy. Back then, the Daxitian Temple in the West Desert Buddhist Land was involved in intimidating the Huangji Immortal Sect.
Wu Ming never had a good attitude toward monks.
"Is something wrong?"
Wu Ming said calmly.
At this moment, the gray-robed old monk was somewhat certain. No wonder Junior Brother Mingkong died here. It was probably because of this person.
The great sage of heaven and earth is also a sword cultivator with extremely powerful killing power. I am afraid that junior brother Mingkong did not expect that Huangji Immortal Sect has such a powerful existence.
Thinking of this, the gray-robed old monk said politely: "There must be a deep misunderstanding between Cangsheng Temple and Huangjixian Sect. This time I came here just to resolve the misunderstanding between the two parties."
"Cangsheng Temple?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "So he's not from Daxitian Temple."
"You, Cangsheng Temple, have nothing to do with our Emperor's Immortal Sect, how come there is such a misunderstanding?"
Wu Ming looked at the gray-robed old monk and frowned even deeper.
The old monk in gray robe was slightly frightened. It seemed that this senior was not planning to let Du Zhen and Du Yuan go easily.
After some deliberation, the gray-robed old monk pondered: "Can the donor please let me meet Du Zhen and Du Yuan first?"
Wu Ming frowned, and started counting with his right hand hidden under his sleeve.
Although the suppression of heaven is obscure and unclear, it is not difficult to calculate what happened.
The next moment, Wu Ming frowned, looked at the gray-robed old monk, and coldly snorted: "What a Cangsheng Temple, you dare to bully our Emperor Ji Immortal Sect, get out of here right away, let you Cansheng The abbot of the temple comes to talk to me, otherwise I will go to your Cangsheng Temple tomorrow and destroy your temple."
"Remember my name - Wu Ming!"
Wu Ming opened his sword, and there were waves of terrifying sword energy swirling around him.
This person turned out to be the legendary tenth floor of swordsmanship!
The old monk in gray robe was already frightened to death, and when he heard the word Wu Ming, his pupils shrank sharply.
Wu Ming!
The arrogant sword cultivator from the Huangji Immortal Sect who was known as the Sword Sage!
He is actually back!
The gray-robed old monk had cold sweat on his forehead. He was stunned and did not dare to say a word, so he quietly returned to Cangsheng Temple.