At this time, an underground palace, located deep in the ground of the church, was very silent, and only the corpses of Zoroastrian messengers were placed here.

Although the Zoroastrian envoy was killed by Chen Feng's punch, he still maintained a cross-legged sitting posture, and the blood on his body continued to flow down.

If it was before, Chen Feng killed a land immortal, he might be interested in dismantling his flesh and blood for alchemy, but now he is not in the mood or time.

"This Zoroastrian envoy, he just glanced at me, I lost my cultivation, and directly blocked me to the level of the peak of internal strength, what is this spell?"

Chen Feng probed around.

Sure enough, something unusual was discovered.

On the ground of the underground palace, mysterious totems are depicted, connected into a magic circle.

"Open. ”

Chen Feng stomped his foot lightly.

Although his cultivation level was very low, there was still a little bit of mana left in his body, and at this time, all of it was unleashed and poured into the magic circle.

'Whoosh. ’

The circle was instilled with aura, and it instantly became a majestic picture, which seemed to be a huge map, or an illusory world.

Inside this scroll, there were many silhouettes of villains floating, and Chen Feng even found himself from it.

"This is my sealed cultivation?"

Chen Feng's pupils shrank.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his villain, but when he put his hand into the circle, he immediately felt a powerful pressure, as if he had entered a jelly, elastic and about to pop him out at any time.

It was only a few tens of centimeters away from the villain, but in Chen Feng's opinion, it seemed to be hundreds of meters, thousands of meters.

The deeper he went, the slower the progress became, and in the end, Chen Feng had to use the strength of his whole body to fight against this rebound force, and it was difficult to move an inch at all.

At this time, Xuanwu also came to the underground palace and frowned:

"What is this place? What are you doing? If we can't find any useful information, let's go quickly, there is such a big movement outside, it won't be long before the army stationed outside the city will come!"

"Okay. ”

Chen Feng took a deep breath and wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that his hand had been completely pulled by this invisible force and could not be withdrawn at all.

"Senior, do me a favor!"

"You say?" said Xuanwu in surprise.

"If you kick me from behind, you can use as much force as you can to kick me in from here!"

Xuanwu nodded and kicked out hard. He is a land immortal, Zhenyuan is very powerful, with a single kick with tens of thousands of catties of strength, he directly kicked Chen Feng away, and the whole person was drilled into the magic circle.

"Come here!"

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

With great effort, he finally touched his own villain with his fingertips.

In an instant, the villain's interior lit up, and the vast true yuan poured into his body, instantly making Chen Feng empowered.

His cultivation realm climbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he soon broke the shackles and returned to the foundation building period, which is the transformation realm!

But at this moment.

'Bang!'

Suddenly, an explosion sounded overhead, and in an instant, the ceiling above the dungeon collapsed, and the falling rocks rolled down one after another, instantly submerging the dungeon.

The totem on the ground was destroyed, the mana disappeared instantly, and Chen Feng fell to the ground from the air.

"Ahem, ahem!"

In the darkness, there was a cough from Xuanwu:

"It's over, the army of Persia has arrived!"

As soon as the words fell.

Another shell fell from a high altitude, hit the dungeon directly, and exploded again.

With a 'boom', the underground palace was completely blown up, not only the totems on the ground, but also the corpses of Zoroastrian messengers were also blown to pieces.

When the third shell fell, Xuanwu couldn't help but show a look of despair on his face.

"Coming back?"

A flirtatious voice came.

Seeing that the soil of the ruins was shaken open, Chen Feng's figure appeared, he raised his gaze, reached out to catch the cannonball in the air, and threw it back directly like throwing a lead ball.

An armored car outside the church was blown up in an instant.

At this time, Chen Feng had already rushed out.

“Fire！Fire！”

In an instant, the Persian army was shocked, and dozens of tanks and armored vehicles around it, as well as helicopters in the sky, quickly locked on to the target and fired shells.

Chen Feng turned into a rainbow shadow and rushed directly past the church building, and behind him was a powerful cannonball explosion, blasting out a long line of fire.

'Bang!'

A tank stopped it, but it was hit backwards by Chen Feng's volley, and it was forced back more than 20 meters, and the soldiers in the tank had already been shattered and died.

Then Chen Feng jumped onto the tank, grabbed the main gun rod of the tank, pulled it hard, and actually pulled the main gun rod down and threw it with his backhand.

'Boom'

A helicopter in the sky was directly penetrated through the cabin, disintegrated in the air, and when it landed on the ground, there were only fireballs left.

'Bang bang!'

All the tanks started running at the same time, and one after another shells smashed over Chen Feng's body, making him keep falling backwards. Chen Feng, who has recovered to the realm of foundation building, can already fight with the strength of the dragon elephant and carry the main shell of the tank, which is no longer a problem.

However, in addition to ordinary shells, there is also a special armor-piercing projectile, which is made of tungsten alloy, which is specially used to break the surface and carry out fixed-point blasting.

When this kind of cannonball hits Chen Feng's body, it will make a crisp sound, and Chen Feng's bones will be broken, but it won't be long before it will be repaired automatically.

Despite the firepower, Chen Feng always found an opportunity to fight back. Every time he counterattacked, he destroyed at least several tanks or helicopters.

The most exaggerated thing is that Chen Feng stomped his foot suddenly, and the whole person turned into a golden flame and rushed into the air, breaking through the sound barrier in an instant, and blasting a helicopter in the air.

Then Chen Feng broke through the flames and fell to the ground again, still stepping on the ruins of a tank under his feet.

It seemed to realize that these troops could not help Chen Feng, and the army received an order to quickly evacuate.

Then joining the fray is an unusual master. They are either Transformation Realm martial artists or real cultivators, in short, they are not idle people, and each of them dresses differently.

There are both East Asian hermits dressed in simple clothes, as well as European powerhouses in suits, who come from all over the world, from all countries, and from all organizations. At this time, they strangely united and surrounded Chen Feng from all directions.

"See!"

"This is the powerful people controlled by Zoroastrianism, they all tried to infiltrate Persia, but in the end they could only become marionettes!"

"Be careful, although they are controlled, their strength is still there, even stronger than before!"

Xuanwu shouted in horror.

At this time, Chen Feng had already rushed over and fought with these powerhouses from all over the world.

The first thing he faced was a Brazilian man in a crisp suit. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu is famous all over the world, and when the battle began, the man rushed to Chen Feng and took him by surprise and used Jiu-Jitsu to lock Chen Feng.

Chen Feng fought against him a few times, but found that in terms of technique, this Jiu-Jitsu master was stronger than himself.

After all, Chen Feng is also a monk who has cultivated for five hundred years, and he has experienced countless battles, so he can't imagine that he can still suffer in terms of skills.

But it's also a matter of course to think about it.

The battle of cultivating immortals, the more advanced it is, the more it is a competition of mana, like this kind of physical combat, it is a very low-level battle, it has long been abandoned by the monks, and only in a place like the earth, where the cultivation environment is backward, will people be happy.

While Chen Feng was locked by Jiu-Jitsu, another Japanese swordsman rushed over, drew his knife and slashed at Chen Feng continuously, and the steel knife slashed at Chen Feng's body, making a crisp sound of 'crackling', and carrying sparks.

Chen Feng reached out and grabbed the blade, broke it directly, picked up the broken blade and stabbed it back, stabbing the judo master to death, and then slashed the Japanese swordsman with a backhand.

'Whew!'

Not far away, a real person who can cast spells appeared, manipulating the power of wind and fire to create a raging flame out of thin air.

Chen Feng punched the air, directly bursting the invisible flames, punching the real person in the chest, directly piercing his chest.

Although there are a large number of these powerhouses, their cultivation realm is only the transformation realm, and the attack at this level cannot help Chen Feng at all.

Until the end of the battle, in the wind and smoke in the distance, more than a dozen heavily armed special fighters came out one after another, their momentum was extremely powerful, and they carried all kinds of modern weapons and equipment, which were completely different from those civilian warriors.

Looking at the leading special soldiers, Xuanwu's pupils shrank:

"Captain Liao Qiang!"