Chapter 375 Nothing more than that
As soon as Jiang Lin said this, the entire Sumeru Mountains suddenly shook.
The rotation speed of the Divine Weapon Sumeru Wheel was a few minutes faster, and it made a loud noise like a lion's roar.
A ray of divine light struck from within the wheel, like a sword cutting through the sky.
Jiang Lin instantly drew his knife and struck it in the face.
Sword skills, shattering the sky!
With one strike of the knife, a gap was opened in the void in front of him, and the divine light crashed into it without even making a sound.
However, the remaining power of the Shattering Sky Knife Technique did not diminish, and it continued to slash towards the Sumeru Wheel.
The terrifying aura oozing out of the cracks would have made anyone else in the divine martial realm look horrified and unable to stop retreating.
But the Four Saints of Shimen did not retreat. They all stretched out their hands and pressed on the Sumeru Wheel.
Cultivation is continuously injected into it, making this magical weapon shine even more dazzlingly.
The divine light surged, turning into mountains, seas, wind, and water, and finally converged into a golden wheel that kept spinning.
This golden wheel has unimaginable power, and the cracks created by the sword technique were torn and twisted.
After a while, the golden wheel stopped rotating and disappeared together with the nearly two-meter-long space crack.
The golden ascetic made a voice as solid as stone: "In front of the Sumeru Wheel, even the peak of the Divine Martial Realm would not dare to speak nonsense. You are too arrogant."
Jiang Lin stared at the Sumeru Wheel again and again. The power of this magical weapon was beyond imagination.
Even though I am at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm, I can't do anything with the Sky-shattering Knife Technique with my sword.
Although he deliberately controlled his power and did not go all out, I believe the same is true for Sumeru Wheel.
There are also the Four Saints of the Shimen. Although their cultivation is only at the seventh level of the Divine Martial Realm, they can inject their cultivation into the Sumeru Wheel to enhance the power of the divine weapons.
In terms of actual combat power, even those at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm may not be their opponents.
No wonder the Daqian court has let Sangzhou go for so many years and ignored it. This is probably the reason.
It must be a fierce battle to destroy these ascetics.
Daqian has never fought civil wars. For hundreds of years, except for the three major gates, it has only engaged in external conquests.
Otherwise, how could Sangzhou be so dark.
The silver-white ascetic followed and said: "Your Excellency calls himself an official. He must be from the imperial court. He came to Mount Sumeru for no reason to act wild. He should be given an explanation."
"Explain?" Jiang Lin said coldly: "When I broke through, you interfered for no reason. Why don't you give me an explanation?"
The Four Saints of Shimen were obviously startled and asked in unison: "Are you the one who broke through to the Taoist realm?"
With all kinds of looks in their eyes, they kept probing Jiang Lin's details, but they became more and more confused.
No matter how you look at it, he is only in the divine martial realm, not even the ninth level.
But in Jiang Lin, they really felt the aura of Daowu.
The dazzling ascetic suddenly said: "Could it be that you have condensed your Taoist heart with the divine martial realm?"
Daoxin?
Jiang Lin immediately remembered the word, but before he could speak, the Four Saints of Shimen suddenly turned their heads and looked at Xumi Lun.
Not long ago, the Sumeru Wheel made a prophecy that those who broke through the Taoist martial arts would come to Mount Sumeru to destroy the Buddha.
The divine soldier was furious because of this, and then he passively let out a Buddhist sound to scare him.
However, it was this sound that disturbed Jiang Lin's breakthrough and made him hold a grudge.
The Four Sages of Shimen looked at the Sumeru Wheel. How to calculate the cause and effect?
The silver-white ascetic opened his mouth and said: "There must be a misunderstanding here. Don't make any mistakes. Just leave here and you will have nothing to worry about."
If he really explained it honestly, given Jiang Lin's temperament, he might not really listen.
But ascetics are gods in Sangzhou, which is the biggest rule here. They no longer need to explain anything to the world.
It would be the greatest courtesy to allow Jiang Lin to leave safely.
Jiang Lin sneered and said, "I told you, I'm here to teach you how to become a Buddha. How can I just leave?"
"Your Excellency, how dare you speak nonsense!" said the ascetic who was covered in crystal.
Jiang Lin stared at the Sumeru Wheel and said: "I heard that the four sacred palms of Shimen have the magic weapon Sumeru Wheel, which forms the world of its own. It can go through three tribulations and nine difficulties to become a Buddha. I came here today to have a trip! ”
The voice of the silver-white ascetic was slightly low: "No one can survive the three tribulations and nine tribulations for hundreds of years. If you can't survive, you will die. Why should you joke with your own life?"
"What if I insist on passing?" Jiang Lin's eyes were firm.
At this time, the ascetics at the foot of the mountain had already swarmed up the mountain and surrounded the place tightly.
There were over ten thousand of them, and there was not much anger or emotion in their eyes. They were cold, like a stone that had not moved for a thousand years.
But as long as the Four Saints of Shimen spoke, they would rush forward, regardless of the huge difference between their own cultivation and Jiang Lin.
Facing such a scene, Jiang Lin was not afraid at all.
Now that you are here, you cannot leave easily. You must do what you need to do!
Waves of warmth came from his chest, and the so-called Dao Heart seemed to give him affirmation.
The Four Saints of Shimen seemed to realize that Jiang Lin would not leave easily today no matter what.
The golden ascetic looked at Jiang Lin and asked, "Do you know what the three tribulations and nine tribulations are?"
"Of course I know. I heard someone say it when I came here. It's interesting." Jiang Lin spoke lightly, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.
With such an attitude, even the four sages of Shimen, who have advanced realms, can't help but get angry.
The golden ascetic said: "Since your Excellency insists on this, then I will obey you. If you die here, don't be surprised..." "There is so much nonsense." Jiang Lin interrupted.
The voice of the golden ascetic suddenly stopped, and golden light flashed in his eyes, rising like fireworks.
He said no more, moved with the other three saints, stood behind the Sumeru Wheel, and then put his hand on it.
The cultivation power was injected into it, and the Sanskrit sounds were loud. The ascetics around him immediately sat down cross-legged and chanted loudly.
The Sumeru Chakra, which was originally only one foot long, instantly grew hundreds of times larger.
Three wide steps are like a three-story platform.
On the first floor stood nine ascetics with sharp blades and expressionless faces. Their auras were extremely powerful, as if they were at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm.
The four saints of Shimen spoke at the same time, and the sound was like a loud bell, buzzing.
"The Seven Treasures Path has been completed and all living beings can go there, please."
Jiang Lin looked at the three huge steps and flew up to the first level without any hesitation.
As soon as he went up, he felt the strong binding force, which restrained all his cultivation.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
That is the power of the Divine Weapon Sumeru Wheel, and the blessing of the Four Saints of Shimen and tens of thousands of ascetics. It is so powerful that even the peak of the Divine Martial Realm cannot move here.
Nine ascetics holding sharp blades and all at the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm stepped forward.
They seemed real and fake, they came from nowhere, only the blades in their hands exuded sharp energy.
Without the cultivation base to protect the body, if he were to be chopped down by the eighth-level divine martial artist for seven days and seven nights, he would be chopped into pieces.
Jiang Lin didn't know how the other ascetics survived this calamity, but when nine ascetics of the same realm gathered around and slashed with their swords, he only felt a sudden tremor in his chest.
The light spot buried in his heart exuded a dim light, making Jiang Lin feel extremely relaxed in an instant, and he had actually broken through the shackles of the Sumeru Wheel's divine power.
The blade fell and struck him, making the sound of gold and iron hitting each other.
When the nine ascetics raised the sword again, they saw that the edge of the blade had been curled.
Jiang Linsheng smiled and said: "There are still seven days and seven nights, don't stop."
The silver-white ascetic said in a low voice: "Your Excellency relies on your Taoist heart to break the shackles. How can it be considered as a disaster?"
"Why doesn't it count? Didn't you know about Tao Xin before I came up? Now that you are talking about this, you can't afford to lose?" Jiang Lin said.
This makes sense, leaving the Four Saints of Shimen speechless.
They stopped saying anything and only silently urged the Sumeru Wheel to rotate.
Every time it turns, a day passes.
Nine ascetic cultivators of the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm surrounded Jiang Lin and hacked at him, but there was nothing they could do.
No matter how sharp their knives are, they can't cut down Master Zuo Si Shi, who is blessed with the oven method and has been tempered thousands of times by various skills.
Just like that, when the Sumeru Wheel rotated seven times, the bodies of the nine ascetics of the eighth level of the Divine Martial Realm disappeared.
Jiang Lin stretched his muscles and bones all afternoon and was unscathed.
On the second floor in front, thousands of poisons are densely covered, intertwined and mixed with each other.
It is absolutely impossible for ordinary ascetics to withstand this kind of poison, and they will not suffer from such violent toxicity.
It can only be said that the Four Saints of Shimen and Xumi Lun have deliberately increased the difficulty.
But Jiang Lin didn't hesitate at all and immediately flew up.
Thousands of toxins pounced on him like tarsal maggots, desperately trying to burrow into his body.
Jiang Lin had no intention of resisting and allowed the toxins to penetrate into his body. His skin continued to crack and rot, and even his clothes melted cleanly.
Only the long knife on his waist and the sun-chasing bow on his back could resist.
However, when these toxins penetrated into his internal organs, a flame emerged from the body out of thin air, and like an angered dragon, it instantly swam throughout his body.
The toxins fled outward crazily as if they were encountering natural enemies.
But the speed of their escape cannot be compared to that of fire spirits.
The toxins in the body were wiped out with a single movement. Before the fire spirit could calm down, it sprang out of Jiang Lin's body and turned into a huge wave of boundless flames, devouring him wantonly on the second floor platform.
The bodies of the Four Saints of Shimen trembled slightly. They obviously did not expect that Jiang Lin not only had a Taoist heart, but also hid such a terrifying fire spirit.
No matter how powerful the poison is, it has no resistance against the fire spirit.
The Sumeru Wheel rotates rapidly, one circle, ten circles, twenty circles...
By the thirtieth lap, the second platform was clean.
The fire spirit was swinging in the air, looking towards the Four Saints of Shimen, as if to burn their hands.
But it didn't really do that. A vibration came from the Sumeru wheel, causing the fire essence to pause for a moment before returning to Jiang Lin's body.
But the next rotation seemed meaningless.
Until the seventy-seventh circle is completed, it means that seventy-seven days have passed.
Jiang Lin stood on the stage with his head held high and his chest high. He looked down at the Four Saints of Shimen and the tens of thousands of ascetics below, and flew up to the third floor.
There was only loud laughter, falling downward.
"Two of three calamities, nothing more than this."
(End of chapter)