Xuankong Temple, the unique skill of Zhensi--
"Acala Body".
Each of these words Wang Du spat out hit Su Yu's heart heavily.
Qing Province Demon Suppression Pavilion, there is nothing suitable for him.
The subtext of this sentence is that all Earth Realm Body Refinement exercises collected by the Qing Province Demon Suppression Bureau, in the eyes of this King Realm giant, are not worthy of the foundation and potential Su Yu has just shown.
What an evaluation.
Xuankong Temple.
In Su Yu's mind, the young monk who was in the secret realm, opened his golden body, and was attacked head-on without getting hurt, Huikong.
What he cultivated was "Immovable Wisdom King Scripture".
But "Acala Body" is just one word different, but its status is completely different.
That is the foundation on which Xuankong Temple relies on to establish itself at the top of the Qing Province martial arts world. It is the real treasure that holds the temple together and will never be spread to outsiders.
Want to get their undisclosed secrets from a top sect that is on par with the Demon Suppression Bureau?
Idiots talk about dreams.
"Xuankong Temple Those old monks are as stubborn as the stones in the pit."
Wang Du seemed to have seen through Su Yu's thoughts and spoke on his own.
"If I want them to willingly hand over the secret knowledge of the temple, even if I come to the door in person, they will be blocked by them saying, 'This method has no chance of being a donor.'"
King Realm giants will be rejected if they come to visit in person.
This is the confidence of top sects.
Su Yu didn't speak, just listened quietly.
Since Mr. Demon Suppression Envoy said this, he would not let him rob it by force.
"However, there are always exceptions to everything."
Wang Du As soon as the topic changed, a hint of calculation like an old fox appeared on that honest face, which did not belong to a farmer.
"Soon, it will be Xuankong Temple's annual 'Dharma Discussion Competition'."
"In previous years, the disciples in their temple competed to select the leader of the younger generation. The winner could receive an initiation from the elders in the temple, or get the priority to use a certain Buddhist treasure."
Wang Du took two steps and stopped in front of Su Yu.
"This year, I want to give them a little extra kick."
His words were plain, but they conveyed a domineering tone that could not be resisted.
Give Xuankong Temple's internal comparison a bonus?
This is blatant interference.
"I will 'sponsor' this competition in the name of the Demon Suppression Bureau." Wang Du continued, "The prize is a 'Bodhi Seed'."
Bodhi Seed!
Su Yu's heart moved.
According to rumors, just one fruit from the bodhi tree where the Buddha sat when he attained enlightenment can help people get rid of their inner demons and greatly improve their understanding. It is a treasure that all warriors dream of.
Demon Suppression Bureau There is such a thing.
"Xuankong Temple Those old monks can't resist this temptation."
Wang Du said firmly.
"And I only have one condition."
"The final winner of this competition, in addition to getting Bodhi Seed, must also get the opportunity to enter the top floor of the Xuankong Temple Sutra Pavilion and comprehend "Acala Body" once."
Su Yu understood instantly.
This is a deal.
Wang Du used a Bodhi Seed to knock on the door of Xuankong Temple's core forbidden area for him, creating a legitimate opportunity for him to seize the supreme skill.
As for whether you can win and take it, that is Su Yu's own business.
This Demon Suppression Envoy is only responsible for creating opportunities.
This investment is not small.
And all he paid was to show the value worth investing in.
What Demon Suppression Bureau, or this Wang Du, needs is not a genius who follows the rules, but a monster who can break the rules and create miracles.
"Subordinate, what should we do?" Su Yu opened his mouth and asked the most critical question.
He is not a disciple of Xuankong Temple, how can he participate in their internal competition?
"I'll ask them to add one more rule."
Wang Du holds out a finger.
"One lay disciple who is practicing 'art practice' is allowed to participate."
"This candidate is recommended by me, Demon Suppression Bureau."
The arrangement of Wang Du is interlocking and watertight.
He not only gave Xuankong Temple an irresistible benefit, but also used rules to perfectly stuff Su Yu into it.
As for what Xuankong Temple's internal reaction will be, and how the elders and disciples will view this "airborne" opponent, Wang Du doesn't seem to care.
"Half a month is enough for you to prepare."
"Although Huikong is known as Xuankong Temple's number one genius, he is only twenty-five years old, but Dharma Discussion Competition's upper age limit is thirty-five. When the time comes, the opponent you will face is stronger than him."
"Don't let me down."
Wang Du After leaving these words, the figure began to blur and gradually fade away.
Before disappearing, he took one last look at Su Yu, and that deep gaze seemed to fall into the depths of his consciousness again.
"Don't show your Body Refinement skills in front of others unless absolutely necessary."
"That's not a power you can control now."
As soon as the words fell, Wang Du's figure disappeared completely.
The entire fourth floor of Prison Suppression Pagoda returned to deathly silence.
Su Yu stood there, digesting the information he had just received.
"Acala Body".
Xuankong Temple Dabi.
Half a month.
His path is extremely clear.
He didn't choose to leave.
Wang Du paved the way for him, and then it was his own business.
Half a month is neither long nor short.
He needs to adjust his condition to its peak.
Su Yu turned around, walked back to the center of the fourth floor, and sat down cross-legged.
He closed his eyes and his mind sank into his body.
"Pagoda Demonic Baleful Intent Art" has just broken through to Subtlety. The realm has been reached, but that domineering power has not yet been fully controlled by him.
The physical body still needs polishing.
It just so happens that the most indispensable thing here is the "whetstone" for polishing.
He released his hold on his body.
Buzz!
An invisible vortex suddenly unfolded with his body as the center.
On the fourth floor of Prison Suppression Pagoda, those evil cultivators who had just recovered from the pressure of Pagoda Demonic Manifestation fell into deeper despair again before they had time to rejoice.
That all-devouring suction force comes again!
More rude and arrogant than before!
"No--!"
"He's at it again!"
"Devil! He's a devil!"
The Sha Qi, resentment, and death energy that were so rich that they turned into substance were forcibly extracted from their dry bodies and turned into torrents of black energy visible to the naked eye, rushing crazily towards the young man sitting cross-legged in the center.
Su Yu's body turned into a vortex that swallowed all things at this moment.
On the surface of the skin, dark golden Buddha patterns and black magic patterns intertwined and emerged, shining with an eerie light in the darkness.
Every inch of his muscles and every bone made subtle crackling sounds as they were washed and tempered by this huge energy.
The old foundation is being shattered, and a new, more indestructible evil body is rapidly taking shape.
Those imprisoned Mystic Realm strong men can only watch their strength being drained bit by bit, feeling that their lives are coming to an end as Sha Qi passes by.
Their wails and curses cannot shake Su Yu in the slightest.
Su Yu's mind is completely immersed in the control of power.
He could clearly "see" that his bones were being transformed into a strange material between metal and jade, with the density and toughness soaring at a terrifying speed.
The meridians were widened and became large enough to accommodate the rushing rivers.
The blood was stained with a faint dark golden color.
This sitting lasted all night.
When outside Prison Suppression Pagoda, the first ray of morning light pierced the darkness.
Su Yu slowly opened his eyes.
In the fourth floor, all the Sha Qi and resentment have been swallowed up by him.
Those imprisoned demons and evil cultivators were all turned into mummies that had lost all their energy, with their skin and flesh clinging to their bones, huddled in the corner of the cage, and no longer alive.
Su Yu stood up and stretched his muscles.
A dense explosion like fried beans came from his body.
He simply clenched his fist, and the air around him was squeezed by invisible force, causing him to let out an overwhelming whine.
Body-Tempering Realm world is completely stable.
He raised his hand and looked at the dark golden lines that appeared and disappeared under his skin, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Xuankong Temple, Immovable Wisdom King Scripture.
He is bound to win this Dharma Discussion Competition.