The glorious hall was only covered with corpses, and the miserable blood red stained several large pillars in the hall, symbolizing the future fate of Mongolia.

"Long'er, there should still be some strong people in Tantra, you can just stay in mid-air and watch the battle." Chen Feng admonished.

Xiaolongnu obediently agreed, she knew that her peers not only could not help, but were burdened, only when she was safe, Chen Feng could give it a go without scruples.

The Condor flew to the top of this palace, and Chen Feng jumped and landed smoothly on the top of a palace.

The palace was even more lavish than the one where the Mongol khans lived, and there were countless Buddha statues in the palace, one in almost every palace.

Tantra is not a sect in the true sense of the word, and although it is taught Buddhism, there are many differences.

The moment Chen Feng entered the palace, he noticed that there were dozens of strong men's aura surging towards him.

"It's worthy of Tantra, did you find it so quickly?" Chen Feng smiled lightly, and just didn't have to waste time and effort to find it, just stood in place and waited for their arrival.

After a few breaths, more than 30 monks in robes surrounded Chen Feng, and each person held a variety of weapons in their hands, most of which were some uncommon blades, just like the golden wheel used by the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"More than thirty congenitals, Tantra is a big battle." Chen Feng clapped his hands and praised that among the more than 30 congenitals, in addition to the vast majority of the early congenital stage, there were actually three middle congenital stage.

The highest-ranking monk in the crowd said sharply, "Who trespassed on my tantric place and didn't report his name?" ”

"Does it matter who I am?" Chen Feng asked rhetorically.

The monk snorted coldly: "My tantric sect does not kill unknown people. ”

"Ridiculous!" Chen Feng waved his arms, his palms moving like the wind, and a dragon groan sounded in mid-air.

Roar!!!

The sound of the dragon's groan shook everyone's eardrums, and as the dragon groaned two illusory golden dragon figures emerged, although they were illusory, they were lifelike, and every scale on their bodies was lifelike.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon: Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

The two golden dragons swooped down from the sky, slamming into the crowd unscrupulously, and if they were rubbed casually, they would be knocked away, and the internal organs of those who were knocked into the air were shattered, not to mention the bones on their bodies.

With only one breath, except for the two mid-congenital monks, the rest of the early congenital stage all fell to the ground, and those who did not die only had one breath left, wailing in pain.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon? Are you Guo Jing? A monk said through gritted teeth.

The other shook his head and said, "No, how can Guo Jing be so young, this person is definitely not Guo Jing!" ”

"It doesn't matter who he is, let's go up together and avenge the juniors!"

After saying that, the three of them worked together, and they all performed the same magic skill "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", and after performing the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, the momentum of the three of them increased a little more, and there was a virtual figure of a giant statue behind them.

"Good time!" After Chen Feng finished speaking, he also carried "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", and a phantom of a colossus also appeared behind him.

Different from the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, the phantom of this colossus is not used to attack, but a manifestation of the cultivation of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong".

The three of them were all shocked when they saw it, and exclaimed, "Where did you steal the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong"!" ”

"Go down and ask the Golden Wheel Dharma King!"

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he made a preemptive strike, kicked his foot on the ground, and the people rushed towards the three monks like cannonballs.

The three of them glanced at each other, nodded tacitly, and the two monks stood behind one of the monks, and the two put their palms behind the person in front of them, and transmitted the power to the person.

They didn't dare to despise Chen Feng after seeing the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, so they chose this method of merging the power of the three into one person.

The advantage of this method is that the person in front of him has temporarily increased his strength, and his cultivation is infinitely close to the late stage of the innate stage, and at the same time, he will have both prosperity and loss.

Bang!!

Chen Feng's palm slammed into the palm of the monk in front of him, and a powerful force came from the palm of his hand, and this force was really not weak.

However, Chen Feng still left some strength when he faced these people again.

"Is that all?" Chen Feng suddenly increased his strength, and the moment he exerted his strength, the phantom of the colossus resurfaced again, and roared majestically towards the sky.

The monk couldn't resist it at all, and the internal force of the three of them was suddenly dispersed, and the three of them fell neatly behind them, everyone was vomiting blood, all seriously injured!

The three of them didn't even have the strength to speak, and they finally knew the identity of this young man, who else could he have the strength to stand out from the crowd, except for Chen Feng, who was rumored to kill hundreds of thousands of Mongolian troops with one person and one song?

"Tantric monks, but Er'er." Chen Feng shook his head and sighed, the combined cultivation of these three people is not as good as a Golden Wheel Dharma King, could it be said that the Golden Wheel Dharma King already represents the highest attainment of Tantra?

"Amitabha!"

An ethereal Buddha call echoed throughout the palace, as if it could wash away all sins.

After hearing this Buddha name, all the tantric monks who were about to die all looked up, and an old monk appeared at the top of the hall at some point, only ten meters away from Chen Feng.

The old monk has white eyebrows and white beard, his face is strained, and there are many old age spots on his cheeks, and he is at least eighty years old.

Chen Feng instinctively became vigilant after seeing this old monk, and a sense of danger came from this old monk, this old monk's strength is not below the five uniques!

"Let the donor laugh." The old monk said lightly, and after speaking, he looked around, those tantric disciples had been defeated, and they were all defeated!

A monk lying on the ground shouted hoarsely with the last of his strength, "Master, avenge us!" ”

The old monk frowned, and the soles of his feet shook hard, and a piece of tile under his feet was shattered and exploded, and a sharp fragment was inserted into the throat of the shouting monk.

"Shameful, noisy!" The old monk muttered.

Chen Feng was a little surprised, this old monk was a ruthless character, did he treat his disciples so ruthlessly?

"I heard that a young man defeated hundreds of thousands of people in my Mongolian country, he must be the benefactor, right?" The old monk asked calmly.

Chen Feng nodded and admitted, "It's exactly below!" ”

"Good! Very good! The old monk suddenly laughed, and the laughter was terrible, like a night crow shouting, and people were panicked when they heard it.

Chen Feng frowned, and said, "If you want to fight, you can fight, where do you get so many words." ”

"I wanted to go to the Central Plains to find a donor, but the donor sent it to the door himself, great!" The old monk smiled, and the wrinkles on his face turned into a chrysanthemum.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, please advise!" Chen Feng took a deep breath and directly used the strongest move in the eighteen palms of the dragon descending - Kang Long has regrets!

The old monk's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and the phantom of a nine-headed giant elephant appeared in the sky behind him.

(End of chapter)