The northern gate of Shengjing is three zhang high and ten zhang wide. The red paint is new and the Tongling is golden!

On weekdays, the north city gate never opens, and the side doors on the left and right sides are enough for business travelers to pass.

The North City Gate, which has not been opened for a long time, opened today, and not many people walked out, just a barefoot monk who was alone.

But no one felt that he seemed empty when walking alone in the wide city gate. He could give people a sense of power of thousands of troops. The feeling of depression that the Holy See and Lord of the Great Wilderness suddenly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by blood gushing.

The barefoot monk wearing a blood-red cassock stepped out of the city gate, and his feet, which were as delicate as white lotus, stepped in the snow, leaving a line of straight footprints.

Menghan Baku's expression became calm, but when he thought about the battle thirty years ago and the shame of the Great Wilderness called Yonghe, his blood was actually almost boiling.

The barefoot monk's appearance of the sea has not changed much from thirty years ago.

His body is still so burly, his face is still so abominable, and the red cassock he is wearing is still as blood as blood!

The head of the Holy See had never seen a barefoot monk, but his face showed solemnity at a glance. It was not because he felt that the barefoot monk was much stronger than he thought, but because of the compassionate smile on the barefoot monk's face.

When Wuhai doesn't smile, he is arrogant without anger. At this time, his smile seems compassionate, but he reveals his glory, which is more terrifying than when he is serious.

There was no cheer on the mottled city wall.

Tang Yinlong, sitting on the soft couch, squeezed Queen Wen Qinglan's hand tightly, and the four kings of the prosperous Tang Dynasty beside him stood up. He did not shout out the words that made people excited, but just looked at Wuhai's figure and remembered many memories.

Wu Hai stepped out of the city gate for a hundred steps, and every step made people feel that his figure was a little taller. After a hundred steps, his back became the only existence in people's eyes, and there was no one else!

Neither of them spoke, and looked at each other a hundred feet apart. Two more people walked out of the northern city gate that had not been closed at this time.

As the personal disciple of the barefoot monk, Fayi and Wang Daniu walked side by side, but stopped at the city gate. Then he sat down cross-legged, splashing white snow on the ground.

Wang Daniu straightened his back. He didn't even know who his master's opponent was, let alone what temple or the holy temple, but he knew that the scene seemed to be a bit big and he couldn't embarrass the master.

The Dharma-Yi sat down more calmly. Thinking of the master's instructions this morning, it seemed that he was vague, so he looked at the master's enemy, looking very carefully, as if he wanted to see every hair clearly.

Wu Hai saw his disciple sitting under the city wall and whispered: "I will teach you the last lesson today."

This sound was not loud, but it spread throughout the world. Fayi and Wang Daniu did not cry for his father and mother, but just Zheng Keyou.

The monk clasped his hands together and said: "Buddha's Day: People have eight sufferings: birth, old age, illness, death, love and separation. Resentment lasts for a long time, and cannot be obtained, and cannot be let go."

"Fate is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart, all things in the world are transformed into appearances, the mind does not move, all things do not move, the mind does not change, all things do not change!"

"Those who cultivate the mind only have their minds not moved will be considered to be the first entry."

Monk Wuhai stared at the most powerful opponent in the world in front of him and whispered softly: "If Shengjing does not move, then the prosperous Tang Dynasty does not move. Since you two are here, will you return without success or your head and head be different?"

This sentence is the curtain of the decisive battle, and after that, the curtain is pulled up!

Meng Hanbaku took a step forward and said to the sword-like cold wind: "Monk, the immovable turtle is just the magical power of a turtle, why should you hand it over to your disciple?"

Wu Hai replied, "Monk, I shrank my head? If I can't even break the deadlock, what are you going to do in this city?"

The old man in charge smiled slightly at this time, raised his hand and waved. The huge throne in the divine carriage surrounded by the ascetics and the golden knight suddenly soared behind him.

The throne of the god seemed to be made of white jade, which was a little purer than the silver-white earth. After landing, it did not cause a ripple. The old sect sat lazily on it, laid his jaw, as if he was looking up high in the battle between the Lord of the Temple and the barefoot monk.

When they reach their level, they naturally disdain to two against one.

It was just that the old man in charge of the tutor was aloof and made the monk brow look up.

The Emperor Majesty sitting on the city wall raised his eyebrows and the Four Kings raised his eyebrows, which was equivalent to the people of the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

Before the Mongolian Hanbaku could make any move, the barefoot monk looked at the head old man and said, "Come down!"

The old man in charge smiled contemptuously, but the barefoot monk repeated: "I'll ask you to come down!"

The tense atmosphere seemed to have become ridiculous and absurd, but the people on the city wall listened to the words of the barefoot monk but didn't think anything was wrong, because the people of the Tang Dynasty were proud enough!

The old man in charge also raised his eyebrows at this time.

The barefoot monk did not repeat the child's anger. He stepped on one foot and the silvery white under his feet instantly turned into stormy waves.

With just such a simple action, the earth at the north gate of Shengjing began to vibrate violently, and countless white snow floated up, moving forward with the shape of the waves!

Menghan Baku's feet soared into the air and floated in the air, while the strange white waves quickly submerged the white jade throne!

The old man in charge never thought that the barefoot monk would be furious because of his action. He arranged his fingers to form a sword and gently stroked the white waves, blocking the white waves from overwhelming the guard of honor behind him. However, the white jade throne under him had turned into nothingness!

The old man's face fell on the ground with a bit ugly, and the particularly crystal clear stars under his feet were the corpse of the zodiac.

He looked at the barefoot monk with anger in vain, but at this time the barefoot monk had slightly separated his feet and said, "Let's start."

These three words are notifying Mongolian Hanbaku, but they are also despising the old man in charge.

But at this moment, Menghan Baku stretched out his thick arm. His fist was very big. When he clenched it tightly, he waved his fist and smashed it hard from the air.

A loud noise appeared between the sky and the earth, like thunder thunder on the ground!

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning from the sound of the city wall. The practitioners with sufficient levels could feel the gathering of energy in the air and the supreme pressure on the plain!

The barefoot monk did not move anyway, and the stubbornness was the stubbornness. Even if a huge fist appeared on his head, he still did not move slightly until the fist fell on him and was instantly disillusioned!

The fist seal after disillusionment did not have any ripples of vitality, as if it just disappeared out of thin air.

The barefoot monk kept his movements of splitting his feet and looked at Meng Hanbaku in the air with contempt and asked, "Why do you have to do this kind of temptation?"

Baku ignored it, but his body kept flying in the air.

The corners of the leather armor he wore were flirting with waste in the cold wind until it rose into the sun in people's eyes. It turned into a dark shadow before it stopped.

Zhang Xiaodao in the arrow tower raised his neck and looked up. He looked at the man in the sun, and was shocked inexplicably.

Then, he looked at the corner of the barefoot monk's mouth on the silver plain, and suddenly remembered the words that the barefoot monk said just now, "Fate is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart, and everything in the world is transformed into appearance. The heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, and everything does not change!"

I don’t know if I had any feelings or some realizations, Zhang Xiaodao closed his eyes and held Wang Luohan’s weak and boneless hand tightly.

Wang Luohan didn't feel that her hand was hurt by Zhang Xiaodao. She just stared at the barefoot monk in a daze, feeling inexplicably moved!

Everyone knows that the barefoot monk and the Lord of the Great Wilderness Temple. The head of the Holy See is a top figure in the world.

When these three people fought, it was impossible for them to feel mentally retarded. But the barefoot monk is underestimating the enemy. He is preparing to fight against attacks like the people like the Mongolian, Han and Baku who have become sanctified and cross the sixth realm. They are not only underestimating the enemy, but even look a little stupid.

However, behind the stupidity is a kind of inheritance!

The realm of supernatural power depends on understanding. Some people may stop here after practicing for a hundred years, while others may step into supernatural powers just after reaching the peak of the Mystery of Life.

But undoubtedly, although understanding is important, entering the realm of supernatural powers must be touched before one can achieve enlightenment.

Today, the elites of the prosperous Tang Dynasty stood on the city wall, and Fayi and Wang Daniu sat under the city wall. The barefoot monk was willing to let them watch the battle not to hear ridiculous cheers, but to touch them!

And this kind of touch may have to be exchanged for the life of the barefoot monk, or for the end of his tough life!

What courage is this, what courage is this!

Wang Luohan's amazement did not resonate with anyone. Everyone looked at the burly man in the sky nervously, waiting for the moment when he fell!

This moment came soon, and Mongolian Hanbaku turned into a meteorite in the sky. Although his figure looked extremely small in the air, there was a huge pressure when it began to fall, and the pressure made people breathless.

At the moment when he held his breath, flames dragged out from behind Meng Hanbaku, and he came to the head of the barefoot monk like a flying fire.

Two huge lotus flowers suddenly bloomed under the barefoot monk's feet. The petals were pure white, with thousands of numbers. They looked sacred and pure, without any trace of dust.

The petals were gently caressed by the cold wind and swayed slightly, and a barrier of vitality blocked the top of the barefoot monk's head like a rainbow.

The loud "Boom!" shattered people's eardrums.

The northern city wall suddenly shaking violently, and the center of the battlefield between heaven and earth was cut into pieces by the rising white snow.

The earth began to sink, and it began to sink at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It was like a god's hand in the air pressing on the ground, pressing out a round pit.

The barefoot monk was still in this deep pit, but he still didn't move. He was surrounded by a cracked earth, and flames were rising in the gap!

At the edge of the pit was Menghan Baku. At this time, his whole body was bathed in flames. After the flames gradually faded, hundreds of blue smoke came out of his body. He coughed gently, but he vomited a mouthful of black smoke.

At this moment, when people were nervous, Wang Daniu shouted under the city wall: "Master, I understand."

The barefoot monk did not answer Wang Daniu, nodded with satisfaction, looked at Menghanbaku and said, "Go for a palm."

So he raised his hand and gently pushed forward!

The huge palm print appeared suddenly between heaven and earth. The palms were composed of thick vital energy, lifelike, and even palm lines could be seen.

Menghan Baku disappeared without hesitation and flashed through this seemingly extremely slow palm, but heard a huge roar in the distance, and the earth shook again.

Everyone on the city wall looked into the distance, where was there a mountain? There was a huge palm print on the mountain!
Chapter completed!