Chapter 1963： Enter Kunlun

Northwest of China, the icy land, Kunlun Shenfeng, also known as Kunlun Xu, China's first sacred mountain, the mountain of Wanzu!

Although the outside world is full of warmth at this time, for this place, the chill has not yet left, and the new chill has arrived again, stronger than ever.

Among the snow-capped mountains, a man is dressed in black, like an ant.

He walked with one foot deep and one shallow, the wind roaring, and the snow was full of snow, which might engulf him at any time.

But he was still very tough, and he didn't back down halfway, knowing that he was just a lowly person.

Thousands of mountains and birds flew extinct, and thousands of people disappeared!

This place is like this, but a person in this realm with only a martial artist is that kind of attachment, because he wants to enter Kunlun to invite gods and Buddhas.

There is a dangerous peak in front of me, the road is only as wide as a foot, and the cliff below is ten thousand feet.

The man squeezed a stiff fist, cheered himself up, and took his own steps.

His footsteps are very steady, but there is snow and ice under his feet, which can't make him very stable. It can be said that his footsteps tremble as if he is about to fall at any time.

But he did not hesitate at all, letting the squally cold wind swept through, letting the temperature of his whole body cease, he still did not stop.

Because he brought everyone's hopes, with everyone's expectations, he must invite gods and Buddhas, must eliminate disasters, must destroy the group of monsters!

"what!"

The man roared out, although his voice was loud, it was instantly drowned out by the wind and disappeared.

But a bit of chill poured into his mouth and directly frozen his whole body, causing a sharp pain in his throat.

His face was full of blood blades, cut by the wind, blood came out, frozen instantly, blood and water separated, abnormally obvious.

His feet trembled extremely, and the tremendous pressure was all on his shoulders, but he still did not stop.

Until the end, he had no strength, no hope.

Because of the vast mountains in front of him, he still couldn't see the end, his whole body was stiff.

His trembling legs didn't tremble anymore, they all froze, and he became a snowman.

But for a moment, Baixue was about to cover him, completely disappearing him, and the entire mountain was about to turn into white snow again.

He was desperate, the last despair, his eyes rolled, and finally he didn't move again, he knew that his life would come to an end.

He has no regrets, but he hates it.

I have no regrets about my choice and hate myself for not inviting gods and Buddhas.

The last trace of emptiness will dissipate, and life will pass away.

At this moment, Su Yan fell from the sky and came to this person.

Su Yan waved his hand, the snow all over his body was scattered, revealing his true colors.

A warm aura poured into this person's body, nourishing his dying life.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes, who had already admitted his fate, his face full of disbelief.

He saw a young man, standing in front of him, looking at him very plainly.

There were tears in the old, he never thought that he could survive, and God would help him.

"Are you a **** and Buddha!"

Only when his face was revealed, he could see this person clearly, a middle-aged man with wrinkled face, an old uncle.

Su Yan shook his head, he is not a **** or Buddha, he is just a passerby, just kind.

Seeing Su Yan shaking his head, the middle-aged man was full of disappointment, but he still expressed gratitude.

"Thank you for saving me."

Very sincere and honest. Su Yan hadn't seen such a person for a long time, and had heard such words.

Having spent a long time with people with human faces and beast hearts, and fighting with ghosts for a long time, Su Yan almost forgot about the ordinary and simple people.

Thinking of this, Su Yan showed a sharp look in his eyes. Before he left, he had to do something, and he had to solve all the disasters.

"Do you want to see God and Buddha?"

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, very earnestly, full of hope.

"The gods and buddhas have boundless ways, and the gods and buddhas can help us solve disasters with high strength."

With that said, the middle-aged man folded his hands together and couldn't help but pray. He was very upholding and respecting the gods and Buddha.

Su Yan's complexion was still calm, glanced at the endless mountains, and finally said, "I'll take you there."

"really?!"

The middle-aged man's face was unbelievable, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Su Yan didn't say the second sentence, and directly led the middle-aged man into the sky, very fast.

The middle-aged man was extremely excited and looked at Su Yan and said, "You are also a strong person, and you can fly into the sky!"

Su Yan did not speak, and directly took the middle-aged man to the land of Kunlun.

Kunlun has always been controlled by a Buddha sect. This is their sect. Before Su Yan ruled, this Buddha sect was a famous sect, the overlord of one party.

Now that their spiritual energy is resurrected, they are even more like a fish in water, their realms have grown rapidly, are extremely powerful, and are admired by people around them.

At the entrance of the sect, the middle-aged man knocked on the door and a little Buddha came out.

"Is there a problem?"

Little Buddha still asked politely.

The middle-aged man folded his hands together and respectfully said: "Little donor, can I see the gods and Buddhas?"

The little Buddha shook his head and said, "No, God and Buddha are very busy."

God and Buddha is the name of the sect master of this place. The good name given to him by outsiders, over time, he himself regarded himself as a **** and Buddha.

The middle-aged man didn't want to give it up, took out a thing from his arms, carefully handed it to the little Buddha, and said with a smile: "Trouble the little benefactor to get around, our place is waiting for help."

The little Buddha did not accept anything from the middle-aged man, and sighed: "The donor, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the gods and Buddhas are really busy. There are too many people coming here these days. "

The middle-aged man looked surprised and hurriedly said, "Is it all because of the invasion of monsters?"

The little Buddha nodded. He could do this entirely because he himself was also the people around this place, and he sympathized with these visitors.

At this moment, a bald man walked over and snatched what was in the middle-aged man's hand with a smile on his face.

"Little Junior Brother, how can there be any reason for the donor to contribute sesame oil money?"

Little Buddha frowned and said, "But."

"Don't tell me anything, or be careful of the master's punishment."

The little Buddha dared not speak anymore, so he could only stand on the side, sympathizing with the middle-aged man.

The bald-headed man looked at the middle-aged man and smiled: "Just wait here, I'll tell you."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and kept bending over to respect the bald man.

When the bald man left, the little Buddha sighed even more, but he dared not say anything.

Su Yan naturally knew everything at this moment and looked at the middle-aged man and said, "You have been fooled."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, then shook his head and said: "Buddha can't lie."

Su Yan smiled and said nothing more.

This person is too dull, he will not believe anything more, because in this person's heart the Buddha is like a god.