Global Catastrophe, Doomsday Gods

From the foot of Jiuhua Mountain, extending all the way up, you need to pass through a village.

During peacetime, this village mainly relied on the local tourism industry to survive, so it was relatively prosperous.

But now it looks like many of the houses are extremely damaged, completely destroyed, and neither repaired nor inhabited.

But there are also some houses where ordinary refugees and a small number of monks still live.

"Why don't the monks live in the temple, but in the village at the foot of the mountain with ordinary refugees?"

Wei Xuan felt very strange about everything in front of him.

I wanted to find someone to ask, but I found some people with pale faces and dull and numb expressions, as if they were walking zombies.

After seeing themselves, these people all had dull expressions on their faces, as if they were lost.

Wei Xuan gave up the idea of ​​asking and walked directly to the mountain.

After arriving at the mountain, the cold air became heavier. The temple on the mountain was completely shrouded in the cold mist, or it seemed that the temple was the source of the cold mist.

Looking up to the sky, the fierce sun is just a slightly bright circle.

However, Wei Xuan did not pay too much attention to the surrounding environment. Instead, he focused his attention on the steps at the entrance of the temple, where two more dark monks appeared.

From the appearance point of view, it is almost the same as the previous one, with tawny skin and a rickety body, like a skeleton that seems to fall apart completely if touched.

But after the previous experience, Wei Xuan did not dare to underestimate the other party, but said very politely: "Wei Xuan, the master of the Shangqing Taoist Sect, came to pay homage to the temple. I don't know which master is in charge of your temple, so please come out and talk!"

But neither of the two monks spoke.

Just as Wei Xuan finished speaking, two skinny figures rushed towards him like ghosts.

Wei Xuan might still have some scruples about using superpowers, but how dare this skinny body dare to attack him?

He treated each other with courtesy, but the other party attacked one after another, and Xuan Ming didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Wei Xuan also became angry and decided to be polite first and then attack.

Facing the two attacks, Wei Xuan snorted and didn't even use his weapon.

He blocked a monk's attack with his left hand and took advantage of the situation to kick him out. This kick hit the monk's hip and sent him flying dozens of meters away.

Then when he turned around again, he dodged the second monk's attack and struck the opponent's temple with an elbow.

After reaching the Form Refining Realm, Wei Xuan's body is no different from fine steel. Even if it has not yet reached the golden indestructibility mentioned in ancient myths, it can still be regarded as a treasure body in this world.

At the same time, its power increased several times. Even Lao Ma, who was originally stronger than Wei Xuan, and Hong Shi, who had awakened his power-based abilities, could not compare with Wei Xuan in a simple competition of strength.

This punch and elbow hit hard, not to mention a human being, even a zombie couldn't get up for a while.

But what surprised Wei Xuan was that the two monks were as skinny as firewood. After suffering a heavy blow from him, they hit the steps behind them so hard that the stones on the steps were shattered. But these two people acted like nothing happened and attacked again.

"The bodies of these two monks are actually stronger than zombies and Yang Zhen's copper skin and iron bones!"

After fighting again, Wei Xuan slowly discovered the problem.

These two monks are not very strong in martial arts, but their movements are agile and powerful. Most importantly, their bodies are as if they are indestructible.

When he hits the opponent, it's like hitting a fine steel bone.

Because of this, the two monks were not afraid of any harm and kept fighting each other.

After continuing to fight, Wei Xuan finally understood that these two monks were completely invincible Xiaoqiang!

There was no point in continuing the fight like this. It would take years and months to find out the result, so he decisively used the Daoxuan Sword.

In the past three years, after Wei Xuan's continuous sacrifice and nourishment by the energy of chaos, the Daoxuan sword has now transformed from an ordinary steel sword into a true fairy sword.

On the sword body, innate dao patterns have gradually emerged. Although it is extremely small and there are only three, it is already an extraordinary weapon.

After the sword appeared in the world, the sword moved at will, like a fleeting shadow.

The two monks finally broke through the defense. Under the attack of Daoxuan Sword, they suffered wounds one after another and had to retreat to the entrance of the temple.

Seeing the two men retreating, Wei Xuan snorted coldly, reached out to take the sword, and slowly stepped onto the steps.

As a result, the two monks retreated without fighting and turned around and entered the temple gate.

Wei Xuan was worried that the two of them would disappear without a trace like the previous monk, so he hurriedly rushed in with his sword.

But after entering, Wei Xuan found that the monks did not run away, but instead increased in number.

There were five monks standing in the temple, two of whom had fought against him and still had scars on their bodies.

These wounds were all dry, with no trace of blood flowing out. Instead, they looked like dry, hard leather that had been cut open.

The two monks didn't feel any pain at all, and didn't even have any intention of treating the wounds.

Corresponding to these two monks, there are two monks with the same appearance.

But in the middle of these four monks, stood a completely different monk.

Other monks have tawny skin, but this man's body is golden, as if it is made of gold. He is wearing a bright red cloak. The gold and red contrast with each other, making him look extremely conspicuous.

Although the other monks had no expressions on their faces, this monk was especially so. He was like a gold-carved dummy, rather than a real living creature that could talk and move.

But it was such a dummy who suddenly spoke after Wei Xuan entered the temple.

"I am a poor monk. I wonder which fairy mountain this Taoist priest comes from?"

"Zen Master Wuxia?!"

Before Wei Xuan could answer, Xuan Ming's extremely surprised voice suddenly came from behind him.

Wei Xuan looked back and saw that Master Xuan Ming walked in with a pale face. In front of him was the monk he saw for the first time.

"Are you OK?"

Wei Xuan asked hurriedly.

Xuan Ming smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I almost fell into the endless hell and will never come back. Master, I'm afraid these six holy monks in front of me are not mortals!"

When Wei Xuan heard this, his heart moved and he quickly asked: "Do you know them?"

"Although I don't know them, I have heard of them!"

Xuan Ming nodded, with surprise and disbelief on his face as he explained.

"These monks are all ancient holy monks, truly enlightened monks!"

As soon as Xuan Ming opened his mouth, Wei Xuan was stunned.

How is this possible!

It is said that Buddhism focuses on blessings in the next life, while Taoism focuses on immortality in this life.

In the history of Taoism, countless Taoist priests with extraordinary talents and unparalleled talents have not achieved immortality. How could these Buddhists, even if they are eminent monks, live from ancient times to modern times?