Yuan Da Nei and the Forbidden City of later generations were built together, or the Forbidden City was built on the site of the Yuan Imperial Palace, although it was slightly inferior to the Forbidden City as the imperial palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties in terms of specifications, but it was still large in scale and splendid.

Lin Tianheng stood outside the Chongtian Gate, looking at this magnificent palace city that was later destroyed in the war and disappeared into history.

Outside the closed palace gate, only Lin Tianheng was an old man standing alone, if he looked down from a high altitude, it really felt a little tragic and lonely.

But if you zoom in closer, you can see rows of soldiers in the palace gate holding the palace gate to the death, and there are countless patrols and guards on duty up and down the city wall, and the forbidden soldiers at the head of the city peek at Lin Tianheng from time to time, with a faint sense of fear in their eyes.

Lin Tianheng killed in the capital city in the dark, the palace has already received the news, all kinds of rumors are rampant, and even spread him alive as a killing star to descend to earth, reincarnated in vain, who can not be afraid of such a demon god-like slaughter.

Lin Tianheng looked at the city wall that could be crossed by jumping casually, and he suddenly felt that it was really meaningless to climb over the wall and cross the courtyard, anyway, it had already turned the world upside down, so why not do it again.

So, Lin Tianheng decided to enter from the main gate, because of the road injury, he was trapped in the ancestral house for many years and had not made a full effort, he also wanted to let go of his hands and feet for a long time, and go crazy, a systematic person is so willful!

I saw Lin Tianheng clenching his fist prints with both hands, and a mysterious and mysterious aura rose from his body, and his white hair moved without wind, like a demon god descending into the world, looking at the world, life and death.

The wind is up!

This wind came very strangely, it seemed to start between Lin Tianheng's fists, and it seemed to start from the unknown endless void.

The wind became more and more intense, and the sand flew all over the sky, and the guards on the city wall could barely open their eyes.

"Boom", there was a thunderbolt on this sunny day, and the guards were all frightened, and their faces were like earth.

Suddenly, Lin Tianheng moved, and his fists struck the Chongtianmen in front of him in the air, and the wind swept away, with a sound like muffled thunder.

This punch is so mysterious that it is even close to the Tao!

Both fists burst out, as if they could shatter the sky!

The fundamental reason why the Great Grandmaster crowned the word "big" in front of the Grandmaster was that they could temporarily turn the power of heaven and earth into their own use, and this punch was already the strongest punch that Lin Tianheng could make at this time.

The power of wind and thunder makes a shocking punch!

This punch is the wind and thunder, the wind howls and thunders, the wind thunders and runs, the wind is strong and thunderous, and the wind thunders and punches!

The strength of the fist bombarded the vermilion Chongtian Gate with the momentum of wind and thunder, and in an instant, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had changed color!

The brilliance of the sun seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and the world seemed to be reduced to an endless ghost in an instant.

The tall city gate shattered in response to the sound, turning into thousands of sawdust and swept towards the soldiers behind them, and many of the bricks and tiles on the city tower also fell with the wind, and were twisted into pieces by the powerful force in an instant.

Under the coercion of the fist, the stone chips and sawdust shot like countless bullets at the Great Internal Forbidden Army behind the city gate, each of which was a sharp weapon to kill.

The thick armor of the forbidden soldiers was like paper paste at this moment, and the storm swept by, and hundreds of forbidden soldiers were beaten into a sieve in an instant, and their bones were gone!

The wind stopped, the thunder stopped, and the sun sprinkled on the world again, but this time the world really became a ghost, and there was no blood and mud all over the ground!

If it weren't for the old man's efforts to suppress the injury, this punch would definitely blow the tower to the ground. Lin Tianheng estimated in his heart.

Lin Tianheng didn't delay any longer, he stepped into the big interior, and a clean path appeared where he passed, even after walking through the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, his body was still spotless, and he still looked like a fairy wind bone.

However, in the eyes of the forbidden soldiers lying on the city wall, this is a complete demon, and they don't dare to breathe, just for fear that they will be discovered by this demon.

'Immortal God, come and save your people!' The praying soldiers kept praying in their hearts.

When I came to the square in front of the Daming Palace, there were Yuan soldiers wearing heavy armor everywhere, and there was a tendency of black clouds to overwhelm the city.

There were two people in the lead, a big man with a full face, who didn't know what he was talking about in Mongolian language, and he should be the commander of the forbidden army.

The other was an old monk with a withered face, wearing a simple monk's robe, but his eyes were very bright, like an old eagle.

The old monk suddenly stepped forward, the whole square was solemn, and the needle drop could be heard, and even the commander of the forbidden army was silent, which showed the transcendence of the old monk's status.

"God has the virtue of a good life, and there are too many people killed by the layman today, so why don't you retreat." The old monk clasped his hands together, compassion for humanity.

"Who are you?" Lin Tianheng asked with interest, he could perceive that this old monk was not ordinary, although he was not as good as Zhang Sanfeng, but with his martial arts, he was enough to stand at the top of the Central Plains martial arts.

"Sakya, Sanga." The old monk replied.

Sanger is not famous, but his master's name must be thunderous, and his master is the supreme title of "under the emperor, above one person, opening the teachings of Xuanwen Auxiliary Governance, the Great Sage Zhide, Pujue True Wisdom, Youguo Ruyi, the Great Treasure Dharma King, the Buddha of the Western Heavens, and the Great Yuan Emperor"!

Lin Tianheng, who had made up some of the history of the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism from Zhang Sanfeng, instantly thought of the five Sakya patriarchs when he heard the name of the Sakya sect, so he said: "What do you and Ba Sipa call for?" ”

"It's the first teacher." Sanger Road.

"I see." Lin Tianheng nodded, this Ba Si Pa can indeed be regarded as a generation of saints, not to mention his identity as a Buddhist leader and emperor of the Great Yuan, just by creating a new Mongolian character, he is worthy of this "saint" character.

It's a pity that the Eight Sipas in this realm will not "change the heavens and attack the earth." Lin Tianheng suddenly thought of a peerless master from another realm.

"If the layman is unwilling to retreat, then the poor monk can only send the layman to the Infernal Hell." Seeing that Lin Tianheng did not retreat, Sanger sighed for a long time, "It's a pity that this group of good sons and daughters, I don't know how many of them have to be buried by the laymen." ”

"You mean to eat me?" Lin Tianheng said with a playful smile, with a little disdain in his eyes.

"When the manpower is exhausted, the martial arts of the layman are certainly shocking, but when the strength is always exhausted, how can one person be able to defeat thousands of troops?" Sanger said with a low brow.

"What about thousands of troops, today this seat will let you know what it means to be a million divisions for one person." Lin Tianheng laughed arrogantly.

"Since the layman is obsessed, the poor monk can only send the layman to perish." Sanger raised his head suddenly, and the murderous intent in his pupils skyrocketed.

Sanger explained a few words to the commander in Mongolian, and the forbidden army of the brigade immediately set up a formation and came towards Lin Tianheng to kill.

Seeing this, Lin Tianheng was not afraid, it was true that as Sange said, with his skills, he didn't dare to say that he could kill all the Mongolian soldiers, but why did he have to kill them all.

Even when the two armies are fighting, it is by no means the last person who dies before the winner is decided.

As long as an appropriate initial force is applied, it is a good way to kill the enemy's main general.

Sange obviously guessed Lin Tianheng's thoughts, and after the order was issued, he retreated to the military formation with the commander of the forbidden army, and it was impossible for Lin Tianheng to pass the dense soldiers with guns and shields, and kill them directly, not to mention that there were countless arranged archers in all directions, and when an order was given, ten thousand arrows could be fired at once.

However, these thousands of forbidden troops can't stop Lin Tianheng's footsteps, in addition to his true strength and strength, he also has another powerful means, that is, spiritual power!

Lin Tianheng's eyes flashed suddenly, and the aura on his body changed suddenly, from an old immortal with immortal wind bones, to a weird demonic demon in an instant.

In an instant, Lin Tianheng's body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of incomprehensible demonic aura, there seemed to be ten thousand ghosts crying and wailing in the demonic aura, his body became distorted, his appearance became hideous, he seemed to be incarnated as a demon, stirring the biggest fear in the hearts of the soldiers.

In the perception of the forbidden army, they were not in the palace at this time, but came to a place that made them extremely fearful, to the hell in the hearts of each of them, and around them were no longer their comrades, but a formidable demonic monster.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

"Don't come here, I'll kill you!"

The soldiers could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts, and pointed the finger at the "monster" in their eyes, and the fight began!

These are just ordinary soldiers, not even martial arts masters, they can't resist Lin Tianheng's spiritual offensive, ninety out of ten people have started to kill each other, only Sang Ge looked at all this dumbfounded, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The shouts of killing and wailing are endless, and the front of the Daming Palace has become a veritable purgatory on earth.

Lin Tianheng walked leisurely through it, and occasionally a mentally deranged soldier attacked him, and he would be automatically bounced away by his protective true qi.

"Now, what do you think?" Lin Tianheng walked up to Sange and asked with a smile.

"Devil, you are the devil!" Sanger roared, his spirit broke down instantly, and he immediately joined the fight.

Sange is not young, but unfortunately his spiritual cultivation is still far behind, otherwise he would never lose his mind so easily, if his teacher Ba Si Pa is still in the world, even if he has not practiced the Dafa of Changing Heaven and Earth, I am afraid that he can rely on his own spiritual realm to resist Lin Tianheng's spiritual attack.

"The Demon Sect's spiritual distortion method is really a weapon for slaughtering ordinary people." Lin Tianheng rubbed his eyebrows, this method was learned by him from Yu Qingqing, and it was not a small loss of spirit, he had never used it, and today was a precedent.

Subsequently, Lin Tianheng entered the Daming Palace.

On this day, none of the Mongolian royal families in the palace escaped, and the Dayuan Palace turned into a dead place.