The Buddha continued," I have cultivated for a thousand years and have long seen through the mortal world. The skin is just a place where the spirit resides. After I pass away, you can choose to use all your magic treasures, including your body, to help you rise quickly and inherit my teachings. However, you don't have to feel sad. I believe that one day, I will be broken and then stand again!”
"The path of Immortal Cultivation is extremely dangerous and full of variables. If you are not careful, you will die and your Dao Fruit will disappear. There are hundreds of millions of cultivators in the world. How many people can have the last laugh? As for whether you can reach this day, it will depend on your luck.”
After saying that, the Buddha tore apart Nan Jiantian's clothes and saw that his back was covered in crisscrossing whip marks. He was terrified. It was as if a whip had hit his body. His trembling hands brushed over the clear whip marks.
"Good, good fight! To go through such hardships at such a young age, one must first suffer from their mind and body before they can practice what they do. I wasn't sure of my intuition just now, but now it's you.”
The Buddha's mind was firm, and his right palm pressed close to his back, immediately imparting strength to him.
Nan Jiantian only felt a warmth from his back. Then, a thin stream of Origin Energy surged into his body like water from a broken dam, washing through his veins and opening up the blocked meridians. It cleansed his hair and marrow, causing his constitution to undergo a qualitative transformation.
However, Nan Jiantian's foundation was still shallow, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He let out a miserable cry and fainted.
The Buddha had no time to spare. He knew that he did not have much time left, so he immediately poured all his strength into Nan Jiantian's body without holding back.
By the time he stopped imparting strength, his dantian was already empty. Losing the essence force to suppress his injuries, he immediately suffered a relapse and spat out blood continuously.
His hands were trembling and his hair was white. In an instant, he seemed to have aged a lot. However, he was clearly not satisfied with the result. He shook his head slightly and said to himself,"Unfortunately, I can only help him advance a few levels. If he was at his peak, I could help him directly step into the Core Formation realm. What a pity, what a pity! It seemed that he would have to rely on himself in the future. This was good too!”
The Buddha looked at his unconscious beloved disciple and was worried that Devil Tuo would return and threaten Nanjian Tian's safety.
Immediately, he burned the remaining energy in his body and turned it into a beam of divine light to escort Nan Jiantian away from this place. Finally, the two of them landed in a dilapidated temple five kilometers away.
Although Mo Tuo had the supreme treasure, the Ring, he was also determined to get the Blue Spirit Pearl. Moreover, the magic treasures of Buddha also made him envious.
Just as the Buddha had expected, not long after the two left the battlefield, Motuo returned, but there was no trace of the Buddha nearby.
"Buddha sacrificed his own cultivation to use a secret technique, but in the end, he was still heavily injured by me. If he didn't take his life now, it would be difficult to kill him after he recovered.”
Thinking of this, Mo Tuo immediately flew into the air and searched around.
Just as he moved, a corner of the black handkerchief in front of him was lifted by the breeze, revealing a familiar face. The Heavenly Bow Academy's Headmaster Feng Gang-so he was actually Mo Tuo!
In the temple, when Nan Jiantian woke up, it was already midnight. He rubbed his heavy head and found the Buddha sitting not far away under the faint moonlight. He was like a statue, motionless.
Seeing this, he was very surprised. Could it be that the Buddha had survived a great disaster and was now circulating his cultivation to heal his injuries?
"Master! Are you alright?" Nan Jiantian called out tentatively, but he did not receive any reply for a long time.
Nan Jiantian felt that something was wrong and uneasily reached out to check the Buddha's breath. However, he found that the Buddha's corpse was cold and had been dead for a long time.
Nan Jiantian's heart skipped a beat. His master, who was like an immortal in his heart, had actually left just like that? It turned out that even a peerless expert like Buddha could not escape death. He had just acknowledged Buddha as his master, and the two of them did not have a deep relationship, so he could not help but sigh.
If Buddha had personally guided him in his cultivation, he would definitely have made rapid progress and saved at least ten years of bitter cultivation. Now that this big backer was gone, he still had to rely on himself to walk the next path.
Nan Jiantian put the remains of the Buddha and all his treasures into his storage ring and was about to leave.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came. He raised his head and saw Mo Tuo flying in the air. Wind was generated under his feet as if he was walking on flat ground.
He had obviously noticed the dilapidated temple. After landing, he only observed the surrounding landscape for a while before quickly walking in this direction.
Ah! Nan Jiantian couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. He had witnessed how powerful Mo Tuo's mana was. Even if there were a hundred or a thousand of him tied together, it wouldn't be enough to deal with a single Thunder of Heavenly Punishment. He couldn't fight or escape. What should he do?
He quickly came up with an idea, smearing the ashes on his face, then pulled up a straw mat and pretended to sleep, but his heart was uneasy.
Soon, Mo Tuo entered from the outside. The first thing he saw was Nan Jiantian who was curled up under the table and sleeping soundly. Perhaps it was because of the cold air, his entire body trembled.
Seeing this, he muttered to himself," So it's a little beggar. The Buddha's aura clearly came here before. Why did it suddenly disappear? Could it be that he used a trick to confuse the soldiers?" It was very likely that the main body had used a secret technique to continue escaping.”
Mo Tuo thought that he had fallen into a trap. He thought to himself," Cunning." Then, he broke through the air and chased after them relentlessly.
Nan Jiantian let out a long sigh. He had finally sent this fierce god away and escaped the feeling of being stabbed in the back.
The situation around the temple had temporarily turned from dangerous to safe. In order to prevent the other party from becoming suspicious, he might as well stay here for the night and wait until the next day to set off for the academy.
Wildflowers grew on the side of the mountain path, blooming among the grass and vines. They were beautiful in color, rich in fragrance, and had a flaunting personality.
When you approached Wild Rose, it would hold your trousers, raise its pink face, and warmly welcome you.
It made people throw themselves into the world of wildflowers without any scruples.
Love flowers and cherish flowers, but please be intentional!
Wildflowers filled the mountains and plains, rendering, madness, tranquility, freedom, and beauty!
Such wildflowers could not be picked easily.
The world of flowers was always colorful. There were noble roses, simple lilies, delicate roses, and plum blossoms that were not afraid of the cold...
These beautiful flowers decorated the world with their own " flower faces ".
They were all beautiful " flower princesses ". The wildflowers on the roadside were like peerless beauties. They did not have their own names, but they had their own personalities.
Their life's pursuit, their unprecedented dream, they were born on the earth, but they aimed at the blue sky.
The wild flowers melted their passion to nature, stretching every inch of their skin to the extent that they gave happiness to every living thing from the inside out...
The wild flowers seemed to have the passion of humans. They worshipped moths.
The madness of moths flying into the fire was their lifelong yearning.
They were willing to see the wind and rain as God's angels. Even if they were covered in wounds and lost their lives, it would not stop their warmest heartbeats and craziest steps...
The tranquil wildflowers were the best time to capture the beauty of life.
They often curled up in a corner, waiting for the epiphyllum to show its indulgence.
They would be the only beauty in this flashy world!
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