When Zhao Feng walked out of the poplar forest, his heart looked ahead vigilantly, and behind the poplar forest was a square of more than 500 square meters. Countless Buddha cultivators in the square stood there with wooden sticks in their hands and their eyes closed, this was not what made Zhao Feng the most vigilant, because these Buddha cultivators basically only had the innate realm. And what made Zhao Feng most vigilant was the three old monks in the center of the square who seemed to have nirvana, and the aura exuded by the three old monks was a half-step Buddha lotus.

When Zhao Feng looked at the direction of the three old monks in the center, his pupils shrank, and the stone statue of the Buddha in the center was not about two meters big. The stone statue of the Buddha looks like he has his hands together, but there are four kinds of Buddha artifacts floating quietly around the stone statue of the Buddha.

When Zhao Feng looked at the top of the Buddha's head, an angry expression immediately appeared on his face, because the dragon fish was on top of the Buddha's head and was bound by chains.

At this time, the dragon fish above the head of the stone statue of the Buddha was already unconscious at this moment, but countless Buddha lotuses bloomed around it and then withered continuously.

Zhao Feng looked at the dragon Xiaoyu above the head of the stone statue of the Buddha and was extremely angry at the moment, and the fearless aura of the academy confronted the half-step Buddha lotus aura emitted by the three old monks in the sky.

When Zhao Feng stepped out of the Buddha cultivators with their eyes closed and opened their eyes at the same time, the few Buddha cultivators closest to Zhao Feng attacked without hesitation.

The wooden sword in Zhao Feng's hand struck out and directly pointed at a Buddha cultivator, and then took another step, and the wooden sword in his hand was once again aimed at a Buddha cultivator.

The two Buddha cultivators were hit by the wooden sword in Zhao Feng's hand and flew upside down, and then they didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and when the two Buddha cultivators were knocked away, another Buddha cultivator came up to attack Zhao Feng.

It was still in vain, because Zhao Feng took a step, and a Buddha cultivator was knocked away, but no matter how Zhao Feng advanced, he felt like he was still standing still.

And those Buddha cultivators attacked Zhao Feng as if they were not dying, and the number of Buddha cultivators in this 500-square-meter square was at least about 200.

Zhao Feng had already taken more than ten steps, but he still felt that he was far away from the stone statue of the Buddha, and at the same time, several Buddha cultivators attacked Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng watched the attacks of those Buddha cultivators stand still, and directly used his wooden sword to draw a half-moon in front of him to knock those Buddha cultivators away, which was still useless, because then there were other Buddha cultivators taking over the position to attack.

It's just that this time Zhao Feng didn't move forward, but repelled those Buddha cultivators in the same place, and after a long time, he didn't know how many Buddha cultivators he repelled, and Zhao Feng took a step.

It's just that this step is obviously different, because this step feels that the stone statue of the Buddha is not so far away, and at the same time, the muscles on the faces of the three old monks who are sitting with their eyes closed and sitting like Nirvana moved.

"The formation, although it is strong, still can't stop me," Zhao Feng said.

Every step Zhao Feng took stepped on some nodes of that formation, causing this formation to slowly stop running, and at the same time, it slowly exuded a strong Buddha power.

At this time, there were already countless Buddha cultivators lying beside Zhao Feng, and the blood shed by those Buddha cultivators had slowly stained this sandy land.

Zhao Feng stopped at this time when he was only a few steps away from the stone statue of the Buddha and the nearest old monk, and every time Zhao Feng took a step forward, he could faintly see a crossed golden line, and there was a drop of blood on those golden lines, and the entire large array was faintly carved along with the golden line.

At this time, there was only one person left among the more than 200 Buddha cultivators in the square, and that person looked at Zhao Feng nervously, and there was already a look of fear in his eyes.

After Zhao Feng and the Buddha cultivator confronted each other for a long time, the Buddha cultivator could no longer bear Zhao Feng's breath, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and one drop of the blood that spurted out fell in front of Zhao Feng. Then Zhao Feng stepped forward with his left foot and stepped directly on the drop of blood, and immediately saw a golden light emanating from the entire sand.

However, the golden light did not last long, and then slowly faded, and then the gold thread, which was already visible to the naked eye, began to break.

When Zhao Feng took a step with his right foot, those golden threads were directly shattered, and the large array was broken and damaged, and a breath like crossing the five realms erupted, Zhao Feng and the three old monks and Long Xiaoyu were safe and sound in the eye of the storm at this moment.

In a short period of time, the aura of the Five Realms of the Five Realms enveloped the whole city, and then thought of the radiation around and spread, and suddenly both cultivators and civilians in the city were shocked by the breath of the Five Realms and vomited blood, while some elderly and weak people fainted directly to the ground.

Then there was a grand and majestic Buddha power that enveloped the entire city.

Not far from Menglan City, Aoba felt the aura of the Five Realms in the city, and hurriedly reined in his breath.

"The Vajra Array has been broken," Aoba said to herself, frowning.

In the city, a young man who lived in a guest room in the Governor's Mansion looked at the blood on the ground that he had just been spurted out by the aura of the Five Realms, and did not speak.

And on the sand outside the room lay several unconscious black-robed Buddhist cultivators.

The pale-faced young man looked up at the direction of the Rotten Ke Temple for a long time, and his face was extremely surprised.

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"Feng King, even if you break this big array, what's the use, this woman is related to my Buddha," an old monk said, but he still closed his eyes.

"So what, if I want to take her away, even if the Buddha is alive, I will take it away too," Zhao Feng sneered.

At this moment, the entire Menglan City was shrouded by Buddha's might, and those Pingming of the Western Desert were all kneeling on the ground, trembling, chanting something in their mouths, and those people in the Great Song Dynasty or other places were also praying with their hands folded and praying.

And the place of Zhao Feng and the three old monks behind the Rotten Ke Temple is even stronger at this moment.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed that the people of the Great Song Dynasty are so arrogant" Another old monk opened his eyes and shouted, like a Buddhist King Kong's angry eyes.

Zhao Feng was not afraid, but talked about the opening of the mouth, "I have such a capital in the Great Song Dynasty, in the history of five hundred years, my Great Song Dynasty arrived in the west of your Buddha country, the south rejected the blue sky, and the north hit the grassland, even if it was above the East China Sea, my Great Song Dynasty was not afraid, and your Buddha country did not enter my Great Song Dynasty border city even if it raised the strength of the whole country, let alone a waste place like Dalin Temple."

"Huangkou Xiao'er, let you know today that I know how powerful my Buddha Kingdom and Dalin Temple are," the old monk said angrily, and then a chain flew out of the sand and attacked Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng was not afraid to cross the chain a little on the sand, and at the same time, the other two old monks also controlled the chain to hit Zhao Feng in the air, Zhao Feng directly blocked one chain with a sword, and then reincarnated in the air to avoid the other chain and landed.

After landing, the three old monks did not give Zhao Feng a chance to rest, and the chains hit directly, Zhao Feng took a step back, disappeared in an instant, and then appeared in another place.

It's just that the three chains seemed to have eyes, and they went directly towards Zhao Feng without stopping, and Zhao Feng's pupils shrank, and he directly took out his sword to block the three chains.

When the wooden sword collided with the three chains, the three chains were knocked away, and at the same time, Zhao Feng also took a few steps back to stabilize his body, and the hand holding the wooden sword was already dripping with blood.

"Inner formation," Zhao Feng said.

Zhao Feng didn't expect that breaking this big formation was an external formation, and the internal formation was connected to three old monks, and the three old monks who only had a half-step Buddha Lotus had the strength of the peak of the Buddha Lotus at this moment.

"Donor, please go back," one of the old monks began

Zhao Feng felt that the true qi in his body was chaotic, his right hand trembled slightly, and then he looked at the unconscious dragon Xiaoyu above the head of the stone statue of the Buddha.

"The people born in the academy have never flinched," Zhao Feng said, and then directly took out his sword, and a sword light galloped and flew towards an old monk.