Zhao Feng strode into the gate of Dunhuang Temple, and suddenly the ancient vicissitudes of Dunhuang Temple came to the surface. Zhao Feng stepped in the front yard of Dunhuang Temple, the unyielding poplars stood on both sides of the road, and a main road led directly to the majestic Dunhuang Palace.

In front of the Dunhuang hall, the abbot of Dunhuang Temple stood there quietly, and countless monks in the hall chanted the Buddha's words so solemnly.

Zhao Feng slowly walked to the top of the main hall, releasing his fateful aura to confront the Buddha power existing in the Dunhuang Temple.

There are a total of ten steps in the front steps of the Dunhuang Palace, and ordinary people only need a few seconds to complete it.

But when Zhao Feng stepped up the first step of the stairs, a general trend of Buddhism suddenly came towards him, and suddenly the air around Zhao Feng was like steel colliding and producing sparks.

Zhao Feng stood on the first step with one foot, and the other foot couldn't take another step.

Zhao Feng maintained this posture, closed his eyes, and slowly held it for a long time before letting another step ascend the first step of the stairs.

When Zhao Feng was in the first step, he opened his eyes and stepped out of the fifth staircase, but when he stopped at the sixth step, the general trend was even more majestic and brilliant, and it directly hit Zhao Feng's mind.

Zhao Feng's body shook and shook, and he retreated directly to the fifth layer of stairs, and then a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Amitabha" on the stairs of the main hall, the abbot of Dunhuang Temple recited the words of the Buddha like a shocking thunder, and the general trend impacted Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was silent, allowing the general trend and the breath in the Buddha's language to impact his body and mind, and Zhao Feng at this time was as weak as a lonely boat in the sea.

Time always flows inadvertently, and Zhao Feng, who has been standing on the fifth ladder for half an hour, seems to have suddenly realized something, and disperses his breath of fate, allowing the general trend and Buddhist words to enter his mind.

At this time, the abbot of Dunhuang Temple had a surprised expression on his face after seeing Zhao Feng's actions.

The people of the Unknowable Land belong to demonic existences in terms of understanding and talent, and Zhao Feng has realized something from the beginning of his resistance in that half an hour.

After another half an hour, Zhao Feng opened his eyes again, and suddenly the general trend of Buddhism and the Buddhist language that impacted him suddenly disappeared, and then Zhao Feng walked through the remaining five steps step by step like an ordinary civilian, and walked past the abbot of Dunhuang Temple.

When Zhao Feng walked past the abbot of Dunhuang Temple, the abbot of Dunhuang Temple could no longer withstand the pressure of that person, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Zhao Feng walked into the main hall, crossed the monks, looked at the holy Buddha and the Buddha enshrined in the hall, was silent, and then walked into the back of the main hall and went to the direction of the five pagodas.

When Zhao Feng left the main hall, the monks in the hall could no longer withstand the pressure of that person, and they all vomited blood to the end and fell into a coma, and in the main hall, except for the tall golden body of the Buddha in the center, all the holy Buddha golden bodies around them had cracks.

"Failed," Aoba whispered from within the Governor's Palace.

Behind the main hall, Zhao Feng looked at the meditation rooms on both sides and the place where the five stupas were located, and was silent, because this road was not easy to walk, and it was even more difficult to walk in front of the Dunhuang Temple and the stairs of the main hall and the main hall.

When Zhao Feng took a light step, the meditation rooms on both sides of this straight road suddenly opened, and countless Buddha cultivators with upper bodies appeared on both sides of the road.

At the same time, countless cultivators in black monk robes also appeared above these houses, looking at Zhao Feng indifferently.

At the end of the road, there are two Buddhist cultivators in front of the courtyard of the five pagodas, one Buddha cultivator is wearing a black monk's robe, and the breath of the day after tomorrow is Wang Kai who belongs to the emperor's power, and the other Buddha cultivator wearing the robe of the Dunhuang Temple is also the breath of the day after tomorrow, which is the inheritor of the Dunhuang Temple, the Dharma name Qingshui

Zhao Feng looked coldly at these Buddhist cultivators from Dunhuang Temple or other forces, gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and then jumped out.

When Zhao Feng jumped out, several sword lights shot directly at the nearest few Buddha cultivators, and at the same time, those Buddha cultivators also attacked Zhao Feng to prevent him from entering the five pagodas.

Suddenly, countless Buddha cultivators on this straight path flew upside down, blood sprinkled all over the earth, sword light flew all over the sky, and the already thin heaven and earth aura also became furious like a fierce beast at this time.

A road of more than ten meters, ordinary people only need a few quarters of an hour to complete the journey, and it took Zhao Feng a full hour to walk in front of the two cultivators of the realm of the five pagodas, the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Feng's white shirt had long been stained red by blood, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth revealed the tragedy of this road, and countless Buddha cultivators on the road behind him were lying on the ground, unable to distinguish whether they were dead or alive.

The blood on the ground emitted a strong smell of blood in the high temperature.

Zhao Feng looked at Wang Kai and Qing Shui indifferently, but his body did not have any breath, just like ordinary civilians, but neither Wang Kai nor Qing Shui dared to despise it, because the impact of his acquired destiny aura Zhao Feng was like hitting a wall, and he could not take a step.

Sell......

Without any prelude, Zhao Feng and Wang Kai and Qing Shui shot at the same time, and Zhao Feng's wooden sword directly blocked the weapons of the two of them and retreated at the same time.

"Buddha Fury" Aoba shouted

"A sword in the yellow sand" Wang Kai also shouted at the same time.

I saw a yellow sword light shoot out, and Qingye also immediately took out his palm, and outside that palm was the phantom of a holy Buddha's palm.

Zhao Feng's pupils shrank, his body retreated sharply, and at the same time shouted, "Click", the wooden sword was directly pointed at the phantom and yellow sword light, and suddenly the phantom and yellow sword light shattered, and at the same time, several wisps of true qi arcs thinner than needles rushed towards Wang Kai and Qing Shui.

Wang Kai couldn't dodge, his shoulder was directly penetrated by the true qi, and the blood flowed along the way.

Qing Shui continued to hit out with one palm while dodging, and the palm wind that came out turned into a yellow mountain, and Wang Kai didn't pay attention to his injury, and it was still a sword with a sword

Zhao Feng had just used the click and the qi into a needle, and at this time, it was the situation of accumulating power and generating new power to make a living, and Zhao Feng saw this, and there was no way to tap his feet on the ground and start to retreat.

It's just that the speed of retreat is not at all as fast as the sword of the mountain and the yellow sand that has been transformed by the palm wind.

Boom...

There was a loud bang, the dust was flying, and the yellow sand all over the ground directly enveloped Zhao Feng, and at this time, both Qingshui and Wang Kai were obscured by the yellow sand, and Zhao Feng's figure could not be seen.

The two of them were vigilant, did not dare to approach, did not dare to make a move, just quietly waited for the dust and yellow sand to disappear.

Just waiting, the two of them were not Zhao Feng's figure, but two sword lights, Qing Shui and Wang Kai even had luck and true qi to fight, and suddenly the two sword lights were shattered, but then Zhao Feng's figure rushed out of the dust and yellow sand, the speed was too fast, and the two of them didn't react at all.

The wooden sword clicked directly on the two of them, and the two of them shot directly at the same time as the wooden sword clicked on the body, and Zhao Feng and the three of them flew out upside down at the same time.

Zhao Feng's body, which was flying upside down, spun in the air again, and then landed on the ground, took a few steps back, and then couldn't bear to spit blood from his mouth anymore.

And Qing Shui and Wang Kai hit the wall directly, and the two were just about to get up, but Zhao Feng took a sword to bless the rules of heaven and earth, and then the two of them passed out.

At this time, Zhao Feng was embarrassed, his white shirt was torn, and his black hair with a white belt was also scattered.

Zhao Feng stood in place for a long time before stepping into the compound of the five pagodas.