In the ascetic formation, Meng Xing naturally didn't know that people from the outside world had so many ideas. He continued to move forward, with hot yellow sand under his feet, but it didn't have much impact on him, a person with good physique.
However, a lot of sweat was still coming out of his forehead, as if it was steaming in a steamer, sweating like rain.
Originally, this kind of place did not have much impact on the third grade, but he had to do all the show and could not let others see the abnormality of his physique and cultivation, so he still had to sweat.
Every time a sandstorm comes, he uses a shielding formation to block the sandstorm and continue to move forward.
After four or five hours, he caught up with Master Jingwu who was still walking hard in front of him.
Master Jingwu walked slowly and slowly, exhausted, so tired that he almost lay on the desert, and didn't want to walk around.
Seeing Meng Xing, he immediately opened his eyes wide incredible, as if he had seen a ghost.
What made him feel incredible was that Meng Xing was not dirty, as if he was spotless, and he seemed to be tired, and he walked without being too anxious or slow, looking leisurely and contented.
Are you traveling in this desert land of Sumeru mustard seeds? Do you want to be so relaxed and comfortable?
Master Jingwu has been practicing Buddhism for decades, but at this moment he can't help but want to curse, and it's hard to calm down.
At this moment, a sandstorm came overwhelmed by the wind, and the mud and sand flew, as if it was the world of doomsday.
When Master Jingwu saw this, he was ready to endure the burial of sandstorms.
Master Jingwu caught a glimpse of Meng Xing taking out three east-west and throwing them into the air, and then his whole body disappeared, and the sandstorm swept over his head.
Master Jingwu, who was standing behind, naturally suffered a baptism from the sandstorm, and then crawled out of the mud and sand in a mess, his face full of dirt, and only his tired eyes were exposed.
He was stunned and saw Meng Xing's figure in front of him showing it. He was fine and continued to move forward with a refreshed look.
Compared with Meng Xing, he was like climbing out of a sewage ditch and was also subjected to the destruction of a sandstorm.
Master Jingwu wiped the mud and sand on his face in a very embarrassing manner, drew several mud ditches, looking like crying without tears, feeling that his experience was very sad.
But this competition has to continue. No matter what, you must reach the end of the desert. If you can't hold on, the Buddhists in the Western Regions will definitely lose.
So, Master Jingwu gritted his teeth and continued to stagger forward. He now only felt exhausted and was about to fall down at any time. Even if he was a fourth-grade master, his consumption was very high at this moment.
"No! I must not lose!" Master Jingwu cheered up and made a secret decision in his heart.
But there were many people outside talking.
"Haha! Seeing Master Jingwu's appearance, I felt like he was so sad."
"He may have the mood to die at this moment. No one can stand seeing Meng Xing so neatly, elegant and calmly."
"Master Jingwu may not want to stay in such a ghost place for a moment. He should have had the ease with the Ascetic Array, but now it has become the place where he has nightmares."
"Puff! The monks from the Buddhist sect in the Western Regions may think that this is a nightmare when they meet Meng Xing. Just look at Master Nemo's situation. He looked terrible just now."
"These Buddhist monks in the Western Regions deserve to be unlucky, but they met Meng Xing. Master Nemo probably wanted to die. Every time he provoked Meng Xing first, he was beaten by Meng Xing every time.
Face."
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Meng Xing still walked slowly, but gradually distanced himself from Master Jingwu.
Master Jingwu was so anxious that he wanted to keep up quickly, but he was unable to keep up.
Another hour passed, Meng Xing arrived at an oasis, with a high mountain beside the oasis and a temple on it.
Meng Xing stepped on the stairs leading to the temple with his feet, and suddenly felt a powerful force of suppression, preventing him from continuing to move forward. His feet were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Going up to the next level, the suppression power became even greater. Even if his physical strength was strong, he felt a little unbearable.
Meng Xing walked up step by step and walked very slowly. Of course, with his true physical strength, he could walk faster. Now, because his cultivation level suppresses the strength of the sixth-grade Golden Bell realm, he naturally has to walk slowly.
When Master Nemo saw this scene, he immediately snorted coldly. Only when he arrived here could he be considered the real killing move of the ascetic formation. If he could not bear it here, he would completely destroy the Buddha nature and mind of people.
Of course, if you bear it, you will be completely inspired by Buddhism and enter Buddhism.
So, no matter what, Master Nemo won, but he would not say all of this.
Everyone's eyes were all looking at the scene of Meng Xing climbing the steps. He walked so slowly, it was obvious that these steps were difficult to get up, and every step was a huge test.
Can he pass this step?
Everyone was curious.
Meng Xing continued to move forward and walked for an hour before finally reaching the temple.
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"It turns out that this step is nothing difficult, it just takes some time."
"Yes! It can't stop Meng Xing at all!"
"Look! The monk is also going up the steps. Look, he is actually climbing up the steps. Puff! This posture is much more elegant than that guy Meng Xing!"
"You even said that this dog's crawling posture is elegant. Isn't this a satirical monk?"
"I admire his perseverance. At this point, he has not given up yet!"
"Look! Master Jingwu vomited blood! Can he hold on?"
"Master Jingwu seems to be unable to hold on, he will definitely fail!"
"No! Look at how he vomited three liters of blood and looked like he was about to fall, he still moved forward tenaciously!"
Everyone was talking, and watching Master Jingwu climb up one step at a time, they finally realized that this step might not be as easy as they imagined.
The reason why Meng Xing can get up is probably related to his lack of consumption. If he is like Master Jingwu, he may not be able to get up at all.
Master Nemo frowned slightly when he saw Master Jingwu like this, and switched the picture to Meng Xing.
At this time, Meng Xing had already pushed open the gate of the temple and walked into the temple hall.
In the middle of the hall, there was a tall Buddha statue. The Buddha statue opened its eyes, as if staring at the person coming in.
Meng Xing couldn't help but look at the Buddha's eyes, and suddenly felt a powerful Buddhist majesty, which was projected out of the Buddha's eyes and enveloped his whole body.
boom!
Meng Xing felt a pressure, as if it was a bolt from the blue, resounding in his mind. His legs were involuntarily about to kneel down, wanting to convert to my Buddha devoutly, but he had forgotten his two senior sisters and princesses in his mind.
And the Huarong girl in the brothel.
"No! You can't kneel down! I'll be done when you kneel down!" Meng Xing tried his best to maintain a trace of wisdom.
"Nemo, a bald donkey, is harming me? Whether I pass this ascetic array or not, I will be killed and controlled by Buddhists in the Western Regions?"
"Once I get here, I will be invaded by the Buddha's Dharma that teaches this Buddha statue and become a monk in the Western Regions Buddhists?"
"This Master Nemo has a very bad conscience!"
"No! I have to think more about my two senior sisters, the princess, the female leader of the Huanghuo Sect, and my future wife!"
Meng Xing's legs were trembling, and he tried his best to not kneel down.