Western Region,

The wind is freezing!

Howling wind and snow raged across the sky.

Magnificent temples are looming in the wind and snow.

The sound of chanting resounded from the top of the mountain.

In the Buddhist hall, Master Yuanjia slowly turned the beads in his hand and chanted scriptures softly.

But his brows furrowed slightly from time to time, and it was obvious that he was not at peace inside.

After a while, Yuan Jia slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of worry between his brows.

The master has been away for so long, but there has been no news, which makes him feel uneasy.

When Yuan Ting fought for the world, the Tantric Sect contributed a lot, and many masters died in the battle.

If not, Tantric Buddhism would not be able to gain the full support of Yuanting.

Everything in this world cannot escape the word profit after all.

Later, the world conquered the Yuan Dynasty, and Tantra was also targeted by Shaolin and Jianghu sects, resulting in the loss of a large number of masters and their vitality.

He is the youngest disciple of Jerovan and the only one who survived.

He has always been resistant to cooperating with the White Lotus Sect. After all, the White Lotus Sect is notoriously unreliable.

However, this was Master's decision and he couldn't go against it.

Now that no news has come, he feels increasingly uneasy.

In fact, he couldn't tell where this uneasiness came from.

Suddenly, Yuan Jia's expression moved slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look outside the hall.

At this time, the huge bell above the temple suddenly sounded.

This bell has not sounded for a long time. Only the truly strong can cause the bell to ring.

Hearing the sound of the bell, all the monks in the temple stopped chanting sutras.

Yuanjia looked solemn, stood up and walked out of the temple.

His eyes were instantly attracted by the climbing figure at the bottom of the mountain.

Behind him, many Tantric monks quickly came.

"Guru?"

There was a tantric monk behind him who wanted to ask a question, but Master Yuanjia raised his hand and interrupted him, shaking his head slightly.

The one who comes is not good!

As the figure in the wind and snow gradually approached, Master Yuanjia's pupils shrank sharply, and he said in shock: "Marquis Wu'an?!"

Although he lived in the Western Region, he still knew the world-famous Marquis Wu'an.

Now, regarding Lin Mang's portrait, various forces have already had their hands on it, and they are afraid that some blind disciples will provoke him.

The moment he saw Lin Mang, Master Yuanjia felt a storm in his heart, and his expression changed again and again.

If Marquis Wuan is alive, then...

A terrible thought was born in his mind, and a touch of sadness appeared on his face.

The master went to the capital, but now that Wu An has arrived in the Western Regions, the outcome is already clear.

But how is it possible?

Didn't Marquis Wu'an die overseas?

After hearing what Yuan Jia said, the faces of the Tantric disciples around him changed slightly and looked panicked.

A Tantric disciple was inexplicably shocked: "Isn't Marquis Wu'an dead?"

The news that Marquis Wu'an was buried overseas spread to the Western Regions a few months ago.

Lin Mang had an expressionless face as he slowly climbed up the stairs. With every step he took, a crisp explosion would erupt from his body, and the power of the surrounding heaven and earth would be stirred up, becoming extremely violent.

The surrounding world is affected and transformed into a unique domain aura.

The majestic momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

One step down,

The surrounding wind and snow suddenly stopped and then dispersed in all directions.

The dark clouds covering the sky also dispersed in an instant.

In one thought, the sky changes.

In the void behind Lin Mang, a vast sea of ​​blood slowly appeared.

As a true immortal on land, the power he exudes can inadvertently move the world around him.

Even if you don't deliberately radiate power, just the aura leaked inadvertently is enough to captivate people.

If this were not the case, he would not be known as the "True Immortal of the Land".

Under the pressure of this aura, the Tantric monks could not help but retreat continuously, with a look of horror on their faces.

Among everyone present, Yuan Jia was the only one who did not retreat.

Yuan Jia sighed softly, with emotion and helplessness.

There was once a Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, but now there is a Wu'anhou.

Although he is a Buddhist, a trace of jealousy arose in his heart at this moment.

At the beginning, he was considered a genius and was even more valued by the Tantric Sect. However, after decades of entering the realm of gods and humans, he had not taken this last step for a long time.

At first he had great ambitions, but after a few decades, even he himself gave up.

The realm of Tongtian seems to have become a luxury wish.

In fact, Yuan Jia also had his own ambitions at the beginning. He did not want to rely on the secret realm, but wanted to take that step on his own.

But it turns out that he overestimated himself.

Master Yuanjia looked solemn, put his hands together, gave a slight salute, and said softly: "Yuanjia has met Marquis Wu'an."

"I wonder if Marquis Wu'an has come to my Tantric school to give you any advice?"

Lin Mang said lightly: "Kill!"

"Destroy the whole family!"

The plain words resounded throughout the temple in an instant, making the already frightened tantric disciples even more frightened.

Master Yuanjia's expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Marquis Wu'an, I, a Tantric disciple, have never set foot in the Central Plains..."

Lin Mang glanced at him and said coldly: "Do you think I am here to listen to your explanation?"

Master Yuanjia was speechless for a moment.

Looking at Master Yuanjia and the panic-looking monks behind him, Lin Mang looked indifferent and said coldly: "Originally, Tantric Buddhism lives far away in the Western Regions. As long as you don't set foot in the Central Plains, I don't bother to pay attention."

"But there are some self-righteous idiots who want to interfere in the affairs of the imperial court and come to provoke me. Today the Tantric Sect has been destroyed. If you want to complain, blame that idiot!"

"Since you have done something wrong, you have to bear the consequences."

Hearing this, all the tantric disciples looked at each other, many of them looking confused.

Provoke Wu'anhou?

when did it happen?

No matter how arrogant they are, they are not stupid enough to provoke a true immortal from land.

Only Yuan Jia understood the meaning of these words.

He knew who Lin Mang was talking about.

There are only a few people who know about Yerovan's appearance and the plans of the Tantric Sect and the White Lotus Sect.

Yuan Jia suddenly felt sad.

Yuan Jia smiled with difficulty, with a hint of sadness in his tone, and said softly: "Marquis Wu'an, ordinary disciples of our Tantric Sect don't know, they don't know anything."

"You are a powerful person in the Tongtian realm, please let these ordinary disciples go."

Facing a living land true immortal, no matter how many methods you use, it will be of no avail.

Lin Mang stepped forward and said calmly: "Did I not speak clearly enough?"

While speaking, he raised his palm.

The sleeves and robe are fluttering.

The terrifying true energy stirred in the palm of his hand, and the power of heaven and earth roared in.

The majestic pressure enveloped dozens of miles in an instant.
To be continued...