The void trembles!

Master Yuanjia's expression changed drastically, he was frightened and angry, and loudly said: "Marquis Wu'an, do you really want to destroy our sect today?"

Lin Mang didn't answer, and his figure rose into the sky.

Pure Yang True Fire gathered in the palm of the hand, and a huge flame palm print condensed between heaven and earth.

The roar of the dragon shakes the sky!

The fire dragon spiraled out from the palm print.

All the tantric disciples looked frightened, their whole bodies felt cold, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on their backs.

Master Yuanjia roared angrily, and a Yuan Shen Dharma appeared behind him, roaring: "Everyone, run away!"

This loud shout seemed to bring everyone back to their attention.

For a moment, all the tantric monks fled around in a panic, using their own methods.

Master Yuanjia activated the primordial spirit behind him, burning all his energy and blood, and even used secret techniques to restore his power to its peak.

The next moment, the sky-like palm prints fell from the sky with great power.

Debris is flying!

Temples collapsed and shattered under the palm prints, sending up smoke and dust into the sky.

"Bang!"

Before the flame palm seal approached, Yuan Jia's spirit form had already collapsed.

The flames melted the snow all over the mountains and evaporated countless white mist.

The entire mountain top was shrouded in vast white mist, making it look like a fairyland.

But at this time, the entire mountain top was already enveloped in a sea of ​​fire.

Snow mountains melt.

The flames generated by the purest and most yang essence will burn when touched.

Yuan Jia groaned, vomiting blood, and the bones all over his body exploded.

His eyes were filled with despair.

The gap is too big.

At this moment, the Buddha's light rippled from the Buddha statue in a Buddhist temple.

An urgent voice came from the Buddha statue:

"Wait a minute!"

As the words fell, they were accompanied by a force that aroused all the Buddha statues in the surrounding Buddhist temples.

A hazy Buddha shadow looms out from the Buddha statue.

A trace of surprise flashed in Lin Mang's eyes.

I didn't expect that this place is close to a secret realm, but I don't know where the entrance to the secret realm is.

Now he also understands that if these people in the secret realm want to appear or project power, they need a certain medium, or they need to be near the entrance of the secret realm.

This method seems mysterious, but in fact it is an application of the power of the soul.

Compared with leaving the secret realm physically, projecting the power of the soul is simpler.

Buddha's light rises.

In the clouds, a Buddha's shadow was reflected.

"Marquis Wu'an, please stop, we can talk."

The majestic Buddha's voice spread to all directions, with a hint of urgency.

Lin Mang's face was expressionless.

The long flame dragon surged in an instant, sweeping across the mountain top, and terrifying palm prints fell together.

"boom!"

The mountains shook!

The overwhelming air waves mixed with countless snowflakes rose from the ground, and then swept away in all directions like mountains and seas.

The hot air waves seemed to burn everything.

The running tantric monks stopped for a moment, and the expressions on their faces froze.

The moment the flames struck, all the flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only white bones.

Their bodies froze midway, still maintaining the same posture of running away.

In an instant, only the huge Buddha statue remained in the place.

"Lin Mang!!"

Angry roars came from the Buddha statue, and the Buddha's light was turbulent.

At this time, Lin Mang smiled lightly and said, "We can talk now."

"You have angered Buddhism, do you still want to enmity with my Tantric Sect?"

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled: "Enmity?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

"Even if I give you a chance to come out, what can you do?"

The secret method has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Once you get out of the secret realm, it will take a certain amount of time to recover your strength.

Even so, its strength will ultimately be weaker than in the secret realm.

"snort!"

There was a cold snort from the Buddha statue, and there seemed to be a figure staring at Lin Mang from afar, saying coldly: "Lin Mang, you will regret your choice today!"

"Let's wait until you come out to say this."

Lin Mang smashed the Buddha statue to pieces with a casual palm.

The Buddha's shadow reflected in the sky also collapsed and shattered.

Lin Mang took a step forward and disappeared into the white snow.

…

It has been three months since the turmoil in the capital.

The rebellion in Bozhou was completely over.

This historically famous battle lasted just over two months and ended with Yang Wanlong's suicide.

Qi Jiguang's army was overwhelming and recaptured the captured city along the way.

Since March, the killings across the country have not stopped.

The rivers and lakes are already filled with blood!

The entire world was filled with panic.

Jinyiwei traveled around the world, and each Jianghu sect was wiped out.

All branches of the White Lotus Sect were wiped out and fled to the Mongolian grasslands.

Many Jianghu people fled overnight and fled the Ming Dynasty.

But after all, only a few can actually escape.

At this moment, everyone understood how ruthless the "God of Killing" Wu Anhou was.

It was also at this moment that the imperial court once again realized its horse riding on the rivers and lakes.

Different from the chaos outside, the capital city is peaceful.

Because the real turmoil ended two months ago.

What's more, for the common people, these things have nothing to do with them.

At most, they would gather at the vegetable market to see which official had been beheaded again.

Nearly half of the officials in the imperial court were involved in this turmoil, including several ministers among the six officials.

Among the twenty-four guards of the palace, several commanders had their homes confiscated and their families exterminated.

The whole family was thoroughly cleaned.

Among them, the ones with the highest status are undoubtedly Zhai Yingting, a scholar in the cabinet, and Zhu Yingpu, the Duke of Chengguo.

One is the leader of the world's literati and the leader of the Zhejiang Party. As for the other, he is the Duke of the current dynasty. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the Duke of Cheng in the future.

Even the imperial censors who had been very verbal and verbal in the past were extremely silent this time.
To be continued...