After saying the final text, he started to circulate the Buddhist innate true energy like crazy, and his whole body was like the reincarnation of the Buddha, with a solemn treasure appearance.
"Xiao Jin, since my ancestor is interested, you can practice with my ancestor. Remember, don't hurt my ancestor!" After Zhu Qingzhao finished speaking, he slowly backed away. Dozens of royal guards and hundreds of soldiers were automatically guarding him. In front of you.
"Your Majesty, Xiao Jin, I obey the order!" Xiao Jin raised the corners of his mouth, looking feminine and charming.
At the same time, he was also doubting in his heart. The information said that Monk Dingwen was aging year by year. If his martial arts cultivation could not reach the level of a master, he would fall in the next one or two years.
But now looking at the text that the essence, energy and spirit are all at the peak, the innate peak aura is fully displayed, which is completely different from the intelligence.
"It seems that the intelligence department of Dongchang is going to be cleaned up." Xiao Jin thought.
Ding Wen looked around. Although there were soldiers who had already isolated the crowd, if the innate masters fought with all their strength, innocent people would inevitably be hurt.
"Old monk heard that there is a rockery garden built by the late emperor nearby. It is a good place. Let's try it there."
"No need to bother, just stay here. My Guards Corps are all second- and third-rate masters. There are hundreds of them. It can still protect the aftermath of the innate battle."
Before Xiao Jin could speak, Zhu Qingzhao spoke first, but this time he didn't even call his ancestor.
"Xiao Jin, how long do you want me to wait!"
As soon as Zhu Qingzhao finished speaking, Xiao Jin swung his dark gold cloak, made a fist with his slender fingers, and the surrounding air flow rushed towards his hand crazily.
The early stage of innateness is also innate! You can mobilize the power of heaven and earth for your own use!
In an instant, the airflow was compressed on Xiao Jin's fist, causing the surrounding air to distort, creating an unreal sense of illusion.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the air under Xiao Jin's feet rippled, and then his whole body slammed towards Monk Dingwen. The air on his fist was filled with the innate true energy of feminine attributes, but at this moment it seemed extremely fierce. After Xiao Jin passed by , the ground was carved into ravines by the airflow.
"Xiao Jin, don't think about Tianhong Temple again in the future!"
At this moment, Dingwen's beard and hair were all flaring, his momentum was rising in vain, and he was already infinitely close to the realm of a master after burning everything in himself.
"I am the World Honored One!"
An illusory Buddha tens of meters high instantly descended and bumped into Xiao Jin's figure.
"Boom!"
Dust flew up, gravel flew out in all directions, and a circle of obvious air ripples stirred around.
"Ahem!"
When the surrounding dust and smoke dissipated, an embarrassed figure stood in the broken pit. Xiao Jin's clothes were torn with holes, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth dripping on the ground. His face turned red, and his eyes looked in disbelief. Monk Dingwen stood in front of him and didn't move.
"How is it possible? Even if it is the peak of the innate world, it is still impossible!" Xiao Jin said, covering his chest.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, our ancestors are still very powerful. Xiao Jin was defeated with one move. Come on, please take this little slave down for me. He is a disgrace!" Zhu Qingzhao walked over at this time and clapped his hands. said.
Four or five Jin Yiwei quickly stepped forward to pick up Xiao Jin, looked at Monk Dingwen warily, and left quickly.
"The martial arts cultivation level of our ancestors is probably about to reach the level of Grandmaster. Well, if our Dawu Dynasty can add another Grandmaster level, I will be sure to overtake the surrounding countries! Unify the Central Plains!" Zhu Qingzhao said with a smile.
"As expected, he is a descendant of the Zhu family. He is not very old, but his words will not offend others."
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in Xiao Jin, I'm just here to teach him a lesson."
"From now on, don't come to Lingtai Mountain and wander around if you have nothing to do!"
"Old monk, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"boom"
There was an explosion, and Dingwen stepped forward, soaring into the sky and flying towards the outside of the city.
On the surrounding ground, dense cracks spread like spider webs.
"Come here, call the imperial doctor quickly and treat Xiao Jin at all costs!" Zhu Qingzhao said in a cold voice.
"Xia uses force to break the ban? Oh, Jianghu, wait for me!"
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After leaving Kyoto, Monk Dingwen did not move towards Taizhou in the south. Instead, he continued to pass through Zhongzhou arrogantly, entered Xihezhou, and then crossed the border at dawn and arrived at the Daqian Dynasty.
Facing the exclamations of the border troops, Dingwen did not stop, but continued westward, passing quickly along the Kyoto Road of the Daqian Dynasty.
In Shangjing, the capital of the Daqian Dynasty, Emperor Daqian, who had received the news long ago, was discussing countermeasures with his ministers.
"Your Majesty, you should immediately send out your legions to stop Dawu's innate warriors with human sea tactics!" suggested a young official who had just entered the court.
"Huh, human wave tactics? You nerd probably doesn't know what innate means! Let alone an unscrupulous innate! Ordinary soldiers can't even touch the sides, how can they fight? Even innate masters don't dare to directly Facing another crazy innate!"
"You all should know what happened in Dawu Dynasty Kyoto last night. The insider used the precious Thousand Miles of Cloud Smoke Talisman to send back the news. I don't know why this monk Dingwen is so crazy during the Chinese New Year!"
A general frantically analyzed the situation, but in the end he didn't know what to do.
"Report! Monk Dingwen has crossed the border!" A soldier came from outside the hall to report.
"What is the intelligence for? Don't I know that Dingwen has crossed the border?" Emperor Daqian and Emperor Shunde Liu Xuanzong said.
"Your Majesty, Dingwen has crossed our border and headed towards the Morning Grassland!"
From Liu Xuanzong to all civil and military officials, everyone is a little confused. Why do monks go to the grassland? To preach Buddhism to barbarians?
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Morning grassland.
Monk Dingwen was flying barefoot on the grassland, and his shoes had long been worn out.
The grassland in winter is white as far as the eye can see, occasionally dotted with some weeds, and the strong wind is as biting as a knife.
The golden cassock floated, and the innate true energy was exposed, rolling up the snowflakes to form a snow dragon, roaring towards a tribe of about five thousand people.
In the Tuge tribe, a grand banquet is being held.
"Great God of Immortality! Thank you for giving our tribe the brave warrior Wuchamu! With Wuchamu, we can go to the Central Plains and plunder the Han people's food, clothes, ironware, women, and craftsmen..."
"Plunder everything we can see to help our tribe survive this difficult winter!"
The king of Tuge tribe raised his wine glass with satisfaction and said.
Then he called a young man from their tribe to him and continued: "Uchamu, you have a strong body, eyes like an eagle, and a heart like a wolf; thank Changshengtian for allowing you to be born in my tribe. "
"You are the most talented young man in the tribe. Practice your barbaric skills and go to the Central Plains to steal more things in the future! I heard that you killed more than a dozen Han people this time and snatched five Han women. I decided to reward them Here you go!”
When Wuchamu heard the king of the tribe praising him and rewarding himself, he beat his chest with his hands excitedly and said, "Thank you, king!"
"Enemy attack!" Suddenly there was a cry from outside.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wuchamu rushed outside as nimbly as a leopard.
Then, he saw a snow dragon mixed with gold rushing towards him between heaven and earth.
The next moment, his head fell to the ground.
When the king of the Tuge tribe came out, he found that the genius of his tribe was dead.
In the distance, the long dragon composed of ice and snow is still advancing.
On the Dawn Grassland, near the Central Plains, the barbarian tribes here knelt in fear and prayed to the Immortal Heaven to come and punish the Han monk who killed the genius of their tribe.
"Great God of Immortality, you have the ability to subdue dragons and tigers, and you have overwhelming power. Even the eagles in the sky cannot touch your existence. As your people, we ask you to send down divine punishment to punish us. That evil monk."
"Great God of Immortality, please open your sleeping eyes and see, the evil Han monks have cut off the future of our grassland and our roots!"
"Great God of Immortality, save your people!"
A barbarian wizard wearing animal skin knelt on the ground and kept calling for their immortality.
As a wizard of the Huyan tribe, he had the power to fight against the top masters of the Central Plains. However, half an hour ago, a monk rushed into the tribe and killed five young people in the tribe who were qualified to practice.
As a first-class expert, he only saw the figure of the monk. The monk showed a mountain-like power, which made him feel frightened. He retreated. After the monk left, he came out to comfort the tribesmen.
Monk Dingwen continued to run on the grassland. His originally fat figure lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his complexion slowly turned golden.
"Everyone says that I am a Buddhist who avoids troubled times and preaches in prosperous times."
"They say that my Buddhist sect is not engaged in production, but only in enclosures and mountains."
"Amitabha, let me finalize the text today to tell the people of the Central Plains that I, the Buddhist sect, have begun to enter the world."
"Your Majesty, World Honored One, I don't want to kill, but the barbarians from the grasslands harass our Han people every year. If I kill one person today, I may be able to save a hundred people from my Han family in the future."
"Forgive me, Lord."
Yelu tribe, Mantu tribe, Nanshan tribe, Wuming tribe...
Dozens of tribes close to the Daqian Dynasty in the Central Plains were all scanned by Dingwen within one day.
From each tribe, one to five young men with cultivation qualifications were killed.
Thousands of barbarian cavalry chased Dingwen, trying to leave him on the grassland; but even if they had superb riding skills, they could not catch up with the peak innate warrior.
Often when they gathered their troops and were about to pursue him, they found that Dingwen had already gone far away, and they could only vaguely see the majestic white dragon in the snow.
Finally, a tribal wizard released the prairie snow eagles that had been trained for a long time and asked them to carry the news to the larger tribes and ask for their help.
"puff"
A mouthful of dark golden blood spurted out, and the aura in his body became chaotic. Dingwen knew that he could not hold on for much longer.
He stopped killing, walked to a stone, and sat down cross-legged.
The golden cassock was shabby, and the snow-white beard was stained with drops of blood. Dingwen's eyes were soft, looking at the Tianji Mountains in the distance.
He suddenly had an urge to rush over. With his last breath of life, he rushed over to see if he could climb over the mountain of unknown height, and if he could get out of this mountain that no one had ever walked out of before. outside world.
As the urge grew stronger, he stood up.
At this time, his complexion was no longer golden, and the aura in his body suddenly boiled.
In the flashback stage, Dingwen grinned.
He adjusted his direction, looked at the Tianji Mountains, and took a step forward.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
Just when Dingwen was about to take the second step, a rich voice interrupted him.
Dingwen sighed slightly.
He slowly turned around and saw a big man about two meters tall appearing behind him. The big man had dark skin and wore an apron made of tiger skin. His upper body was covered with mysterious totems. He was carrying a huge stone made of stone on his back. ax.
"Saint Race Mahamu" Mahamu took a step forward, and the initial innate pressure spread. The surrounding snowflakes and dust seemed to be hit by an invisible shock wave and shook.
"Poor Monk Han Family Dawu Dynasty Tianhong Temple, Dingwen."
"Is it comfortable to kill? But you have to know that I can't kill all the young men of the Holy Clan."
"Barbarians are just barbarians. What kind of saints are they called?" Dingwen said with a smile.
"You are still a monk, but you can do this to children? Will your Buddha forgive you?"
"How dare you do this? Kill my Han people and enslave my Han people. Is this what your Immortal God taught you?"
"Why do you Han people occupy so much fertile land? Why do we, the barbarians, have to do anything but guard the barren grasslands?"
"Because you can't defeat us," Dingwen said matter-of-factly.
"Monk, even if you are at the peak of the innate world, I, Mahamu, will fight to the death to stop your killing steps!" Mahamu said angrily after hearing this.
The next moment, the mysterious totem on his body seemed to come to life, and there was a breathtaking twisting feeling. He took out the giant ax from behind and slashed at Dingwen, sharp and decisive.
"Mangu Kaitian!"
An even larger shadow of the ax was reflected on the stone ax, falling from the sky with a sharp light, and struck hard on Dingwen's body-protecting aura.
Dingwen's body-protecting Qi made a "click" sound, breaking like an egg shell in an instant.
A shadow flashed, and a bloodstain appeared on Dingwen's head, and dark golden blood slowly flowed out.
Mahamul was stunned.
"It's a pity that I couldn't climb that mountain."
Dingwen looked at the Tianji Mountains in the distance and sighed slightly.
A gust of wind blew past, and starting from his upper body, Dingwen's body turned into a golden light that filled the sky. It was carried away by the wind on the grassland and floated towards the Tianji Mountains.
A round relic appeared where Dingwen was standing, but there were a few subtle red marks on the relic.
Mahamu stood there blankly without moving, and without coming back to his senses, he killed a peak innate person with an axe?
At the same time, the Dawu Dynasty and Tianhong Temple.
Dingwu suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the west, tears falling silently.
A young novice wearing white monk robes next to him asked: "Master, what's wrong?"
The little monk is about five or six years old, with handsome features and impressive aura.
"Your uncle has passed away," Dingwu said, closing his eyes.
The little monk touched his bald head and suddenly felt like crying.
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Two days later.
The rivers and lakes that have been silent for a long time are boiling.
There was a craze for martial arts throughout the Three Kingdoms of the Central Plains.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Master Dingwen of the Dawu Dynasty traveled thousands of miles in one day, crossed the sky, walked in the snow without leaving a trace, and ran to Kyoto extremely arrogantly. With just one move, he became the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Xiao Jin, the governor of the East Factory. He was severely injured.
Then he crossed the two countries alone, went deep into the grasslands, and fought bloody battles with the barbarians.
Killed fifty-one barbarian geniuses, and finally had a peak duel with a barbarian innate master deep in the grassland, and then disappeared without a trace.
However, news came out from the barbarians that Dingwen was killed by Mahamu, an innate master of the barbarians, with an axe, leaving only a bloody relic.
As soon as this news came out, martial arts practitioners throughout the Central Plains almost laughed out loud.
