In this regard, Zhang Yang just glanced at it, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

He raised his left hand, and the palm of his hand was pressed down in the air, and suddenly there was a roar between heaven and earth, condensing into a huge palm, as if it was a mountain giant clapping his palm and pressing down in the air!

'Boom!'

The whole square trembled, a huge palm print was printed on the snow, and the dozens of clamoring lamas were crushed into minced meat before they could react to what was happening.

"Ahh

There was a sudden panic in the square, and everyone was so frightened that they were left without a master, and they fled for their lives in panic. More lamas also came from the palace when they heard the news.

'Toot Toot Toot Toot-'

Less than two minutes after the incident, two police buses were already on their way, and dozens of heavily armed policemen were about to get out of the buses to quell the unrest.

"All sit in the car and stand by, don't get out of the car!"

The captain shouted with a loudspeaker and said solemnly: "I received an order from my superiors just now, no matter what turmoil happens in the Potala Palace, even if the sky falls, we can't come forward!"

"Who, who gave the order?" said the vice-captain, in horror.

Their duty is to maintain the security and architecture of the Potala Palace, usually as long as there is a fight, they have to coordinate face-to-face, but now even the monument has been demolished, so many people have been killed and injured, it is completely a terrorist attack, if it is allowed to continue, the negative impact caused is enough to send them to prison!

"Western Military District, Commander-in-Chief Xiao. The captain slapped his thigh and said:

"All of them are on standby, and whoever dares to get off the bus will be directly dismissed from public office! The traffic management department has already been dispatched, and it is about to carry out traffic control on this area and completely block it. ”

At this time, the policemen in the car had already seen that there was chaos in the square, only a figure in a long coat strode forward, with black hair hunting and not staining dust.

It was Zhang Yang.

Facing the many red-clothed lamas who swarmed out of the palace, Zhang Yang just sneered and struck a horizontal blow with his hand knife.

'Whew!'

The giant wind blade swept away, crossing hundreds of meters of square, and directly smashed into the gate of the Potala Palace, pulling out a long trace.

And where it passed, there was no one but stumps and severed limbs everywhere.

The remaining surviving lamas were all harvested by the golden rainbow.

Seeing this scene, the lamas who were still in the palace all gasped, and no one had the courage to continue to rush out and die.

I saw Zhang Yang striding across the 100-meter mountains and rivers, came to the gate of the palace, and said clearly:

"Great Heavenly Master, Zhang is here as promised!"

His every word was like a cannonball, and the sound was so powerful that the aftershocks were so loud that even the eaves of the entire palace trembled slightly, and countless snow fell.

As for the surrounding tourists and lamas, their ears were buzzing with these words, and they almost lost their minds.

"Zhang..."

Guan Ziqing, who was still on the opposite side of the square, saw Zhang Yang's peerless back at this time, and his body was trembling violently.

She now finally understands what Zhang Yang means by 'doing things'.

He is going to slaughter the gods and Buddhas with the power of man!

"Come out to see me!"

By the time the aftermath dissipated and there was no reply, Zhang Yang was already impatient and shouted in a more high-pitched tone.

As he spoke, he raised his palm, and in an instant, a huge amount of heaven and earth vitality gathered behind him, condensing into a huge palm print.

'Whew-'

As if the giant spirit god clapped his palm, this palm print swept towards the gate of the Buda Heavenly Palace, driving more than a dozen whistling winds, and even people who were a kilometer away could feel the coolness on their faces.

'Boom!'

The gate of the huge Potala Palace, the towering hall, was directly pressed down with a palm, and it instantly turned into ruins.

"This, this...!"

On the opposite side of the road in the distance, there was a ticket of uniformed people, they were all staff of the Potala Palace, and they suddenly received an emergency notice just now, telling them all to evacuate and leave the palace as quickly as possible.

Now they finally understand why such an order was issued.

Someone is going to demolish the palace with their bare hands!

After this blow, the lamas in the palace were killed and injured again, but Zhang Yang had no intention of keeping his hand, and threw out his backhand again.

'Bang!'

This time, no palace collapsed, but on the periphery of the entire palace, a solemn golden light suddenly rose, and this golden light covered a square circle, as if it was a barrier, and it resisted the bombardment of the Burning Cloud Hand.

"It's finally going to show up, huh?"

Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, and he felt the origin mana of a Buddha light, which was extremely condensed, and its degree was at least ten times that of the young witch master. can easily carry the power of the Burning Cloud Hand, looking at the entire Tibetan area, only one person can do it.

I saw him clench his hand into a fist, face the golden light, and punch out.

'Boom!'

Although this punch is not an immortal martial art, it is the purest and most refined way to volatilize power, a majestic true strength breaks out of the body, hooks up the vitality of heaven and earth, and the fist formed is incomparably huge, incomparably condensed, as if it is a meteorite falling from the sky, and even the void is shaking, and it is difficult to bear such a true power.

With such a force, I am afraid that even armored vehicles will not be able to withstand it, and it will be directly beaten into scrap metal.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Fist Gang finally collided with the golden light.

'Bang!', the palace behind the golden light shook together, and all the snow around the surrounding hundreds of meters was lifted, and the sky was full of wind and clouds for a while, and the eyes were dazzled.

The vast fist gang all volatilized into a destructive force at this time, and it tilted out like a roar, forming a violent cyclone, blowing Zhang Yang's clothes to hunt, and the surrounding area was white.

It wasn't until ten seconds later that the power of the fist was completely consumed.

At this time, looking at the main hall of the Potala Palace, although it has been tilted a little and is precarious, it has not yet collapsed, and the golden light is still floating there.

'Boom!'

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with both feet, clasped his hands together, and threw two punches violently, and the fierce fists that came out were not inferior to before, but more condensed and powerful.

'Bang!'

After withstanding the bombardment of two fists, the golden light finally dimmed, and under the influence of Yu Wei, the hall protected by it was completely unbearable, and the girder broke directly, collapsing a small half.

Zhang Yang's eyes were indifferent, and he threw another punch.

'Boom'

The golden light was already as weak as papier-mâché, and it was directly shattered, and then the entire hall was completely destroyed, forming a ruin, and only a small number of lamas escaped.

And at this time, a soft sigh suddenly came from the top of the palace:

"Ugh..."

This sigh was very distant and vast, as if it came from the mercy of the gods and Buddhas for mortals.

"You're finally willing to come out. Zhang Yang held his hands on his shoulders, and his eyes were shining with stars.

His gaze panned upward, and he saw that at the highest point of the majestic palace, nearly two hundred meters high, a red robe slowly floated out.

It was a thin old monk, with his hands folded, wearing a bright red robe, sitting cross-legged in the void, his body exuding a faint golden glow, and his appearance was extremely solemn.

"Great Heavenly Master, it's the Great Heavenly Master who has come out!" the many lamas shouted excitedly.

They were originally in despair, but after seeing the Great Heavenly Master's appearance, they instantly returned to a fearless state, and all of them bowed down and kowtowed to the Great Heavenly Master, praying that he would protect the palace and punish the intruder.

"That's the legendary Great Heavenly Master?"

On the police car a few hundred meters away, the captain was holding a military binocular, observing carefully, only to see him sitting cross-legged at an altitude of several hundred meters, with a thin body and two white eyebrows on his eyelids, looking like a centenarian, but his face was as smooth and bright as a baby, and he looked like a crane-haired child.

Rao is a police captain who is used to seeing wind and rain, and after seeing the true appearance of the Great Heavenly Master, he can't help but smack his tongue, feeling different from what he imagined.

According to historical records, the Great Celestial Master was a person from the late Qing Dynasty, and now he is almost two hundred years old.

"It seems that religion is not all superstition that fools people, this great heavenly master is really a living Buddha..."The police captain couldn't help but smack his tongue and said, "I heard the older generation say that he appeared once in the eighties, and in the blink of an eye, it's been forty years... Tut-tut..."

Such a similar conversation took place in many places around them, and they only knew that there was a living Buddha living in the Buda Heavenly Palace, but they had never seen it, as if it were an ethereal legend.

But today, in this dull and unfounded day, the legendary living Buddha was born again!

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