Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different golden finger

Chapter 128: Against the Tantric Sect
Three days later.

The two armies faced each other, and the total number of troops added up to more than two million.

This number is extremely exaggerated. Even if there were two million pigs standing there for people to slaughter, it would be difficult to kill them all.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng possessed the perfect strength of a grandmaster, he could only influence the local battle situation.

After all, there are too many people.

“There are eight great Dharma Kings in the Tantric Buddhism. Apart from Jiumozhi who died at your hands, there are seven others, and each of them is an innate being.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King is the leader of the Eight Dharma Kings. It is said that he practices the Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Kung Fu and has the power of innate perfection in the flesh.

If you don't use the method of 'harmony between man and nature', I'm afraid you will only be able to win against him in a 50-50 battle."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said.

"Golden Wheel Dharma King..."

Bai Jing nodded slightly. After all, he was the final boss of The Divine Condor Heroes, so it was quite respectable.

"It's okay. We have the bronze-armored corpse made by Ouyang Feng, which is enough to deal with him."

"Just know it in your mind."

Bai Jing was concerned about another matter at this time, and asked, "Master Zhang, what do you think of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra?"

Zhang Sanfeng thought for a moment and said, "That is the tantric magic skill of protecting the dharma, which is divided into thirteen levels.

Every time you practice a level, you will have the power of one dragon and one elephant. But the further you practice, the harder it will be to practice. One dragon and one elephant per level, and thirteen levels means the power of thirteen dragons and elephants.

But even the senior who created this technique only cultivated to the twelfth level, but his physical body alone is not inferior to mine.

As for the illusory thirteenth floor, it only exists in the conception.

But no matter what, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is the best horizontal training method in the world.

This skill requires gradual progress and is quite time-consuming to cultivate. Theoretically, it would take a thousand years to reach the thirteenth level."

"I understand."

A glimmer flashed across Bai Jing's eyes, and he became interested in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra.

According to Zhang Sanfeng, the twelve levels of Dragon Elephant Prajnaparamita Skill have the strength of a master.

The thirteenth level is equivalent to the martial arts golden elixir! As for the time of cultivation, there is no need to worry too much about it.

Proficiency is not a problem, the flow of time in Demon Slayer is also extremely fast.

I can find some kung fu to practice with my good brother again... Hey, why did I say again?

"Central Plains Han people, if you are willing to withdraw, there is still room for maneuver!"

King Jinlun shouted loudly, his expression extremely solemn.

If it were not necessary, the Tantric Buddhism would not want to confront the Central Plains Dynasty head-on.

Over the past hundred years, with their secret support, the desert grassland has become strong, and the Yuan Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, the Liao Dynasty... have gradually eroded the Central Plains.

If we have another hundred years, we can weaken the power of the Central Plains dynasty to the extreme. Then we can annihilate it in one fell swoop and reduce the Han people to the level of two-legged sheep. Wouldn't that be great?

"No need to say anything, there is nothing to talk about between us."

Bai Jing said lightly.

The dynasties in the Central Plains have always fought against each other, and there are accumulated internal conflicts. If they cannot defeat the Desert Grassland in one fell swoop, it will not be easy to find such a good opportunity later.

Bai Jing had been managing the Northern Song Dynasty's court for a long time, so it was easy for him to be obedient. However, the Southern Song Dynasty was under temporary control, and the people below had many complaints.

The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had his own ideas and thought this was a feasible plan. After his only daughter pleaded with him many times, he reluctantly agreed.

Otherwise, even if he had a pair of hands that could control all the civil and military officials, it would not last long. Otherwise, Qu Tong, who lived in a world of one man, would have already ruled the world.

There is a risk of memory recovery when having both hands.

"Master Zhang, you are a banished immortal who has come down to earth. You are a master of the Tao. Could you bear to see the lives of the living being destroyed?!"

When King Jinlun saw that he could not make a difference with Bai Jing, he turned to Zhang Sanfeng and spoke some words in the name of righteousness.

If Bai Jing is the key figure connecting the three dynasties, then Zhang Sanfeng is the pinnacle of martial arts, and the Tantric sect's fear of him is even greater than that of Bai Jing.

"I am grateful for the compliment from the King of Dharma. I am just an ordinary Han Chinese. I only wish for the prosperity of the Han court and do not care about the world's harmony."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, unmoved.

"Ugh."

King Jinlun sighed, his expression gradually turning cold. "Kill!"

The clarion call of war echoed across the vast battlefield, and the heaven and earth seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze by the iron-blooded atmosphere.

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired at once, arrows fell like rain, the sounds of swords clashing rose one after another, dust was flying, war horses were neighing, and people were dying every minute and every second. It was so magnificent.

"rise!"

Bai Jing raised the corpse-controlling bell high, and nineteen bronze-armored corpses rushed into the battle formation, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, tearing open nineteen holes with unstoppable force.

"What it is!"

King Jinlun's expression changed slightly.

"Jinlun, if we let these ghosts run rampant, the situation will be disastrous."

A Tantric Dharma King said worriedly.

King Jinlun took a deep breath and said, "There is no other way!"

"Please come in, ancestor!"

King Jinlun looked respectful as he carried out a monk in plain clothes who looked old from the coffin beside him.

His skin was dry and his eyes were dull, but the aura around him made Bai Jing and others feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"So it's the Tantric Turtle Breathing Method to conceal the truth."

Zhang Sanfeng saw the clue and realized that this method could make a dying person fall into a state of suspended animation and live for another twenty years.

However, as a price, if there is no precious medicine to prolong life after being awakened, he will die suddenly within three days.

"It seems that the confidence of the Tantric sect lies in the seniors."

Zhang Sanfeng said that he was just over a hundred years old, yet this monk in plain clothes had lived to the ripe old age, so it was not excessive to call him senior.

"The one who has achieved success comes first. I am not worthy of being called Master Zhang."

The monk in plain clothes chanted Buddhist mantras, with a look of both nostalgia and relief on his face.

"The desert grasslands are not as suitable for farming as the Central Plains. This is a dispute over the way of Taoism, and it is also a helpless move.

Today you and I each serve our own master, so let’s just do this and we can discuss it in the next life.”

The monk in plain clothes bowed and said with regret.

Zhang Sanfeng was silent, and said, "It should be so."

"boom!"

The two men attacked blatantly, causing the celestial phenomena to change instantly. Strong winds blew, clouds rose, and the terrifying pressure made the war horses tremble and the soldiers' hearts sank.

"This is the power of the Grandmaster!"

Huang Yaoshi and other innate strong men had desire in their eyes. The aftermath of this great power alone was enough to injure them!

"Take care of what's in front of you!"

Bai Jing let out a low shout, and King Jinlun had already brought the other six innate Kings to kill him!
"on!"

Tianshan Tonglao and others rushed out and stopped six people, leaving only King Jinlun to kill Bai Jing.

"Moon Blade, come and fight!"

"Your opponent is him."

Bai Jing curled the corner of his mouth, Ouyang Feng let out a low growl, and fought with King Jinlun.

I want to see which is more powerful, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra or the Bronze Armored Corpse!
"Bang, bang, bang!"

The man and the corpse fought each other with fists, and in a short time they were evenly matched.

However, after a quarter of an hour, King Jinlun was still exhausted and his body was covered with scars.

"Isn't this thing afraid of pain?"

King Jinlun gritted his teeth and shouted, "If you don't take action now, it will be too late!"

"boom!"

On the battlefield, an old monk dressed as a Liao soldier jumped up and attacked Bai Jing with all his might, hoping that his attack would be effective in one go!
"We've been waiting for you for a long time! How dare you, Shaolin Temple, claim to be the master of martial arts!"

Bai Jing sneered, his aura surged, and his sage mode was activated!

(End of this chapter)