“Things won’t end so simply.”
Meng Shanhe’s voice was clear and slow, as if he was a pedagogue, rather than having the majesty of the eighth in the Heavenly Ranking. However, when it was heard, it had a sense of deafening.
It is not that the voice is loud, but because Meng Shanhe’s voice has the feeling of a Buddha’s head banging, making the hearer feel that his mind is clear and his spiritual thoughts are welling up.
Having cultivated Confucianism to this extent, Meng Shanhe could no longer be described as a great master.
“Teacher, what do you mean by this? Does Tantric Buddhism still have the power of reversal?” Zhuge Longxu asked in confusion.
At this moment, although the five members of the Tantric Sect had once again formed the Mandala’s Formation, they were no longer attacking to the extreme, but were doing their best to defend, blocking the attack of both sides of the Zen Sect and the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Formation, and had no defensive power.
It was only a matter of time before the Mandala Formation was broken, despite its beauty. It seems that even if the Tantric Sect invites another expert of the God Realm, it will be difficult to reverse the situation.
“Let’s wait and see.”
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Before the Northern Zhou Imperial City.
At this moment, the granite floor of the square in front of the imperial city was still shattered and devastated, no longer the solemn sight it once was.
The power of the hand and footsteps of a strong man at the God Realm is so great that it is now a reusable humanoid missile. If the Imperial City had not been protected by a large formation, it would have followed in the footsteps of the square.
But while the Imperial City was protected by a large formation, the rest of the divine capital was not. Even the slightest aftermath of the battle could cause the earth to shake, houses to crumble and many casualties to occur.
Those who didn’t realise the terror of the God Realm and came over to watch the action were now almost dead. Those who didn’t die were only left with one breath.
After this great battle, it was unknown how much manpower and resources would be spent just to rebuild the Divine Capital City.
“Amitabha Buddha, five fellow Buddhists, this battle has already involved countless innocent people, so why don’t you stop and follow the poor monk to the Great Zen Temple for cultivation? This would be a merit benefit. I promise not to harm your lives.”
With these words, Xin Wen’s fists and kicks became even more powerful, dimming the five great kings’ Dharma forms. The five great kings’ Dharma forms were dulled, and the most Cheng and the others inside the Mandala Formation began to bleed from the corners of their mouths, obviously seriously injured.
Even so, the most Cheng still had his heart in his mouth and laughed coldly, “Do you think you can beat my Tantric sect?”
To travel to the Great Zen Temple to practise, Xin Wen was certainly not saying anything false. But first, he had to go to the Demon Tower of the Great Zen Temple and give an account of what he had to say and explain, such as martial arts and Tantric intelligence, before he could accept the Zen Buddhist teachings and become a member of the Great Zen Temple.
Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Of course it does.
Those who put down the butcher’s knife and become Buddhas have to go through this process. Given that Tantric Buddhism is also a Buddhist sect, the most Cheng and others are very resistant to Buddhist initiation, so perhaps they will have to go through the process a few more times before they can do so.
“Miso…”
The soft chant of a sword being sheathed was very slight, yet very pleasing to the ear, as clear as the flow of water from a high mountain, and with the sound of a golden and iron murderous warrior’s weapon, lingering in the ears of the crowd.
This should be a good blade/sword, and the user should also be a supreme swordsman/swordswoman.
Before the crowd heard the soft chant, the sword qi/sword qi that resembled a sword and not a sword had already arrived, and the sword split into eight layers, instantly cutting down eight dragon heads.
Above the Imperial City, eight of the nine divine dragons formed by the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Grand Formation were instantly separated from each other, severing the heads of the dragons.
After the divine dragons formed by the Dragon Vein Qi were beheaded, they seemed to be living creatures, struggling and tumbling in the air, eventually letting out a pathos dragon roar and dissipating in thin air.
“Poof…”
Within the Great Hall of the Imperial Palace, Feng Tianming was struck by a heavy blow and spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The divine dragons formed by the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Grand Formation were all made from the Qi of the Northern Zhou’s Dragon Veins, and were inseparable from Feng Tianming, who was the Emperor of the Northern Zhou, and what’s more, Feng Tianming was also the master of the Nine Dragons Ding Heaven Grand Formation.
However, even so, Feng Tianming should not have been so badly injured. Now Feng Tianming’s face was full of grey and defeated, his breath was dying, and he looked more like a corpse that had just died than a living person.
“Tianming, how are you?” Feng Mingxiao, who had infused his true qi to help the battle, hurriedly held the shaking Feng Tianming and helped him sit on the throne in the middle of the Great Hall of Brightness.
“How… how… how is it possible ——” Feng Tianming could barely get the words out, “The divine dragon is made of the Qi of the dragon vein, it appears to have a form, but in reality it has no substance. How could it be chopped up by a sword like a living thing? Cough cough ——”
Feng Tianming’s heart and soul were stirred, and his injuries flared up again, and he spat out another large mouthful of fresh blood.
“Tianming, take it easy for now, take it easy, take it easy ——-” Feng Ming Xiao hurriedly used his true qi to infuse into Feng Tianming’s body to suppress the injury to prevent it from coming back.
“The Northern Zhou Dragon Vein, the Qi is dispersed.” Far away at the top of the cloud peak, Qing Yu was similarly frowning at the situation.
Qing Yu was an expert in the art of Yi, and had read the “Secret Book of Geomancy” inherited from the Heaven Reckoning Elder, as well as the “Heavenly Son’s Lookout Technique”, which was a thorough investigation of the three mysteries of heaven, earth, and man, so naturally he could see at a glance that the Dragon Vein of the Northern Zhou had just been cut in half.
“What kind of weapon should it be to cut off more than half of the dragon veins of the Northern Zhou with a single slash?”
Qing Yu’s gaze turned to the source of the blade qi/sword qi that resembled a blade but not a blade and a sword but not a sword.
At this moment, everyone’s gaze turned to the person who had cut the dragon veins, whether it was the Zen Clan crowd or the other experts watching the battle.
They saw that the Dragon Pulse beheader was wearing a tattered hat with a bit of a gaping hole in it and a grey warrior’s uniform, which made him look like an oddly dressed journeyman.
However, those who were still able to watch the battle were all well-informed people, and immediately someone recognised the man’s identity.
“Samurai.”
“A samurai from the East.”
“Eastern Japanese.”
Either in front of or behind them, the crowd all identified this man as a samurai, a samurai that can only be found in the island nation of East Japan, in the far east of the world.
The crowd was even more astonished after the identity was revealed.
Why?
It was not just a warrior from the East, but also a strong man of the God Realm. Overseas, although there are rich oceans as a resource, there are not many masters, and the number of God-Realms is far less than in the Middle Kingdom.
This man was from the Far East, not from the Middle Kingdom, and he was not one of those who had gone overseas. In the impression of many people, although martial arts is prevalent there, but because its heritage is not long enough, true Dan realm martial artists are rare, and the Tong Shen realm is completely unthinkable.
A strong person of the God Realm could be found among the overseas natives?
This was what everyone was thinking. This was even more amazing than a golden phoenix flying out of a chicken nest.
However, after lingering briefly on this Tong Shen realm Eastern Ying warrior, the crowd’s eyes turned elsewhere.
