Chapter 179
Jiangnan Jinling, a white-robed monk, broke the Xuanwu Gate
Chapter 179 Jiangnan Jinling, a white-robed monk, broke the Xuanwu Gate
Lu Xing didn't pay attention to Li Ganhao who was running away, and glanced around indifferently.
The cultivators around, and those who met Lu Xing's eyes, all subconsciously avoided.
Everyone's hearts are stunned.
The battle that ended in the blink of an eye exceeded everyone's expectations.
In their view, even if Li Ganhao is not as good as Lu Xing, at least he should be able to fight him once or twice before he loses.
However, judging from the situation just now.
Lu Xing directly crushed Li Qianhao.
All the arrogant people around were also extremely frightened.
The prince of Li Tang Dynasty was defeated by Lu Xing so easily.
"The prince of the Tang Dynasty has completely lost face this time."
"My crown prince was defeated so easily by Lu Xing, the Li Tang Dynasty should not be so easy to give up."
"So what? As long as the Wushuang Sword Emperor doesn't enter the small world of the Ten Lands, who can do anything to win him in this world."
"Hey, that's right, even the prince of the Tang Dynasty can't hold a single move in the hands of the Wushuang Sword Emperor. As long as the Taisu realm practitioners don't enter the world, then the Wushuang Sword Emperor really doesn't need to worry."
"I really don't know how he cultivated. It's obviously just a casual cultivator with no one to rely on."
"Perhaps, this is the person whose destiny belongs to..."
Lu Xing ignored the comments of the people around him, turned around and walked into the small courtyard.
As the door closed, the formation opened again, isolating the world inside and outside the door.
Lu Xing's eyes were slightly cold, and he turned his head slightly to look at the distant sky.
"Li Tang Dynasty..."
"Just in case, let's go to a stall."
With a murmur in his heart, Lu Xing sent a voice transmission to Qiu Wanbai's soul, turned around and stepped into the void, and disappeared into the small courtyard.
……
Jinling City is one of the four famous cities in Jiangnan Prefecture.
It is also the capital of the Li and Tang Dynasties in the present world.
The location of Jinling is close to Dongyue Prefecture, very close to the territory of the Wu Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, near Jinling, the Li and Tang Dynasty also hoarded a large number of troops.
Beware of the surprise attack of the Wu Zhou Dynasty.
The capitals of the four major dynasties are Luoyang of Chu State, Jinling of Tang State, Tai'an of Wu Zhou State, and Yanjing of Wei State.
Except for the strange choice of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, the other three dynasties all chose cities with the luck of the ancient capital.
Jinling was already prosperous, but after the Li Tang Dynasty took over, it became even more prosperous.
A large number of cultivators who want to go to the East China Sea to seek opportunities will pass through Jinling.
This has also created today's prosperity.
At this moment, outside Jinling City, a monk dressed in white, wearing a bamboo hat, and fiddled with a string of beads walked slowly into Jinling City.
This monk has fair skin, a tall and heroic figure, and is dressed in a simple white robe, leaving the dust and tranquility.
The Buddhist scriptures are recited in the mouth, and the sound of Zen words is mysterious, so that the practitioners around them will unconsciously fall into peace and tranquility.
After the white-robed monk passed by for nearly a quarter of an hour, everyone suddenly came back to their senses and realized what had just happened to them.
"Just now, what happened?"
"There was an eminent monk passing by, and we were all influenced by the Buddha's mind of his own cultivation, and lost our self-mind."
"Buddhist supernatural powers, so terrifying!"
Many people were shocked.
Although it was unintentional, the other party was able to control his mind so easily.
If the other party has the idea of wanting to convert them, wouldn't they have to shave or become a monk on the spot?
As the center of everyone's discussion, the white-robed monk walked straight all the way to the gate of the imperial palace in the center of Jinling City.
The imperial palace in Jinling City is somewhat similar to the imperial city in Chang'an City.
After all, the imperial city of Chang'an City was rebuilt and expanded on the site of the original Tang Palace.
Standing in front of the Xuanwu Gate of the Datang Palace, under the watchful eyes of a dozen guards, the white-robed monk stopped in his tracks.
"Amitabha…"
Chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, the white-robed monk slowly took off his bamboo hat.
With a ring scar on the top of his head, his appearance is majestic and masculine, and his eyes are as calm as water.
Dressed in a plain white robe, he has a handsome and mighty figure, holding a string of sandalwood rosary beads in his hand, and wisps of Buddha's light linger on the rosary beads.
The head of the guards of the Xuanwu Gate saw how extraordinary this white-robed monk was, so he personally led two personal guards and walked over, clasping his hands.
"I don't know the mage is here, what advice do you have?"
"Amitabha, the little monk came here for a friend." The white-robed monk stood his palms up in front of his chest and nodded slightly.
"Oh? The mage's friend is a member of my Li Tang royal family?"
"No and no." The white-robed monk shook his head lightly, his eyes indifferent.
"The little monk came to your country to ask for an explanation for a friend."
Hearing this, the commander of the guards instantly understood that the other party's visitor was not kind.
He was about to draw the knife out of his hand, but the white-robed monk moved faster than him.
He reached out with his palm, passed through a distance of several feet, and grabbed the wrist of the commander of the guards.
"Benefactor, I don't want to hurt the innocent, please step back for now."
Although he said so in his mouth, the strength in his hands made the commander of the guards feel that his arm bones seemed to be broken.
Throwing the commander of the guards aside casually, the white-robed monk turned his hand and formed a seal, hitting the Xuanwu Gate.
"The Eight Seals of the Buddha, and the Seal of King Jundali Ming!"
The phantom of the eight-armed Ming King appears, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the treasure looks solemn.
With majestic flames on his body, he stretched out his eight arms, golden palm prints emerged, and even the void was smashed.
The eight palm prints crushed the space, facing the Xuanwu Gate of the Datang Palace, and suppressed it.
Rumble!
There was thunder in the void, and the loud noise shook the sky.
The Xuanwu Gate of the Tang Palace was directly smashed, and the eight palm prints almost crushed half of the palace into ruins.
The formations arranged in the Datang Palace did not stop it at all.
The loud noise was almost heard by all the cultivators in Jinling City.
The people closest to him looked at the white-robed monk in astonishment.
Li Tang Dynasty, in the imperial palace of the present world, was knocked down.
This scene shocked everyone present.
With one blow, the Xuanwu Gate, which was protected by many formations, was blown up.
Who can believe this?
At this stage, can anyone really do it?
"My God, who is that monk, so fierce."
"I haven't seen it, but the other party's vitality is very young, and it seems to be from the younger generation."
"Are you kidding me, this strength, you tell me it belongs to the younger generation?"
"This kind of strength can't even be compared with the Young Emperor Xiang."
As the current capital of the Li and Tang Dynasties, Jinling naturally does not lack many talents.
But they, even though they were horrified at the moment, looked at the white robe monk blankly.
No one knew at all who the white-robed monk was.
"Zhu Zi is so daring!" Several angry shouts came from the Datang Palace.
More than a dozen powerful figures broke through the space and appeared directly above the Xuanwu Gate.
He glanced at the Xuanwu Gate that had been turned into ruins, and then looked at the white-robed monk angrily.
"It is the guardians of the Taiji Realm who entered the present world from the Li and Tang Dynasties."
"Good guy, more than a dozen of them are all in the Great Perfection of the Taiji Realm. Is this the background of the top power?"
After these dozen or so people appeared, the atmosphere around the palace reached its peak in an instant.
Countless people are looking forward to, looking forward to the next development.
(End of this chapter)
Lu Xing didn't pay attention to Li Ganhao who was running away, and glanced around indifferently.
The cultivators around, and those who met Lu Xing's eyes, all subconsciously avoided.
Everyone's hearts are stunned.
The battle that ended in the blink of an eye exceeded everyone's expectations.
In their view, even if Li Ganhao is not as good as Lu Xing, at least he should be able to fight him once or twice before he loses.
However, judging from the situation just now.
Lu Xing directly crushed Li Qianhao.
All the arrogant people around were also extremely frightened.
The prince of Li Tang Dynasty was defeated by Lu Xing so easily.
"The prince of the Tang Dynasty has completely lost face this time."
"My crown prince was defeated so easily by Lu Xing, the Li Tang Dynasty should not be so easy to give up."
"So what? As long as the Wushuang Sword Emperor doesn't enter the small world of the Ten Lands, who can do anything to win him in this world."
"Hey, that's right, even the prince of the Tang Dynasty can't hold a single move in the hands of the Wushuang Sword Emperor. As long as the Taisu realm practitioners don't enter the world, then the Wushuang Sword Emperor really doesn't need to worry."
"I really don't know how he cultivated. It's obviously just a casual cultivator with no one to rely on."
"Perhaps, this is the person whose destiny belongs to..."
Lu Xing ignored the comments of the people around him, turned around and walked into the small courtyard.
As the door closed, the formation opened again, isolating the world inside and outside the door.
Lu Xing's eyes were slightly cold, and he turned his head slightly to look at the distant sky.
"Li Tang Dynasty..."
"Just in case, let's go to a stall."
With a murmur in his heart, Lu Xing sent a voice transmission to Qiu Wanbai's soul, turned around and stepped into the void, and disappeared into the small courtyard.
……
Jinling City is one of the four famous cities in Jiangnan Prefecture.
It is also the capital of the Li and Tang Dynasties in the present world.
The location of Jinling is close to Dongyue Prefecture, very close to the territory of the Wu Zhou Dynasty. Therefore, near Jinling, the Li and Tang Dynasty also hoarded a large number of troops.
Beware of the surprise attack of the Wu Zhou Dynasty.
The capitals of the four major dynasties are Luoyang of Chu State, Jinling of Tang State, Tai'an of Wu Zhou State, and Yanjing of Wei State.
Except for the strange choice of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, the other three dynasties all chose cities with the luck of the ancient capital.
Jinling was already prosperous, but after the Li Tang Dynasty took over, it became even more prosperous.
A large number of cultivators who want to go to the East China Sea to seek opportunities will pass through Jinling.
This has also created today's prosperity.
At this moment, outside Jinling City, a monk dressed in white, wearing a bamboo hat, and fiddled with a string of beads walked slowly into Jinling City.
This monk has fair skin, a tall and heroic figure, and is dressed in a simple white robe, leaving the dust and tranquility.
The Buddhist scriptures are recited in the mouth, and the sound of Zen words is mysterious, so that the practitioners around them will unconsciously fall into peace and tranquility.
After the white-robed monk passed by for nearly a quarter of an hour, everyone suddenly came back to their senses and realized what had just happened to them.
"Just now, what happened?"
"There was an eminent monk passing by, and we were all influenced by the Buddha's mind of his own cultivation, and lost our self-mind."
"Buddhist supernatural powers, so terrifying!"
Many people were shocked.
Although it was unintentional, the other party was able to control his mind so easily.
If the other party has the idea of wanting to convert them, wouldn't they have to shave or become a monk on the spot?
As the center of everyone's discussion, the white-robed monk walked straight all the way to the gate of the imperial palace in the center of Jinling City.
The imperial palace in Jinling City is somewhat similar to the imperial city in Chang'an City.
After all, the imperial city of Chang'an City was rebuilt and expanded on the site of the original Tang Palace.
Standing in front of the Xuanwu Gate of the Datang Palace, under the watchful eyes of a dozen guards, the white-robed monk stopped in his tracks.
"Amitabha…"
Chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, the white-robed monk slowly took off his bamboo hat.
With a ring scar on the top of his head, his appearance is majestic and masculine, and his eyes are as calm as water.
Dressed in a plain white robe, he has a handsome and mighty figure, holding a string of sandalwood rosary beads in his hand, and wisps of Buddha's light linger on the rosary beads.
The head of the guards of the Xuanwu Gate saw how extraordinary this white-robed monk was, so he personally led two personal guards and walked over, clasping his hands.
"I don't know the mage is here, what advice do you have?"
"Amitabha, the little monk came here for a friend." The white-robed monk stood his palms up in front of his chest and nodded slightly.
"Oh? The mage's friend is a member of my Li Tang royal family?"
"No and no." The white-robed monk shook his head lightly, his eyes indifferent.
"The little monk came to your country to ask for an explanation for a friend."
Hearing this, the commander of the guards instantly understood that the other party's visitor was not kind.
He was about to draw the knife out of his hand, but the white-robed monk moved faster than him.
He reached out with his palm, passed through a distance of several feet, and grabbed the wrist of the commander of the guards.
"Benefactor, I don't want to hurt the innocent, please step back for now."
Although he said so in his mouth, the strength in his hands made the commander of the guards feel that his arm bones seemed to be broken.
Throwing the commander of the guards aside casually, the white-robed monk turned his hand and formed a seal, hitting the Xuanwu Gate.
"The Eight Seals of the Buddha, and the Seal of King Jundali Ming!"
The phantom of the eight-armed Ming King appears, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the treasure looks solemn.
With majestic flames on his body, he stretched out his eight arms, golden palm prints emerged, and even the void was smashed.
The eight palm prints crushed the space, facing the Xuanwu Gate of the Datang Palace, and suppressed it.
Rumble!
There was thunder in the void, and the loud noise shook the sky.
The Xuanwu Gate of the Tang Palace was directly smashed, and the eight palm prints almost crushed half of the palace into ruins.
The formations arranged in the Datang Palace did not stop it at all.
The loud noise was almost heard by all the cultivators in Jinling City.
The people closest to him looked at the white-robed monk in astonishment.
Li Tang Dynasty, in the imperial palace of the present world, was knocked down.
This scene shocked everyone present.
With one blow, the Xuanwu Gate, which was protected by many formations, was blown up.
Who can believe this?
At this stage, can anyone really do it?
"My God, who is that monk, so fierce."
"I haven't seen it, but the other party's vitality is very young, and it seems to be from the younger generation."
"Are you kidding me, this strength, you tell me it belongs to the younger generation?"
"This kind of strength can't even be compared with the Young Emperor Xiang."
As the current capital of the Li and Tang Dynasties, Jinling naturally does not lack many talents.
But they, even though they were horrified at the moment, looked at the white robe monk blankly.
No one knew at all who the white-robed monk was.
"Zhu Zi is so daring!" Several angry shouts came from the Datang Palace.
More than a dozen powerful figures broke through the space and appeared directly above the Xuanwu Gate.
He glanced at the Xuanwu Gate that had been turned into ruins, and then looked at the white-robed monk angrily.
"It is the guardians of the Taiji Realm who entered the present world from the Li and Tang Dynasties."
"Good guy, more than a dozen of them are all in the Great Perfection of the Taiji Realm. Is this the background of the top power?"
After these dozen or so people appeared, the atmosphere around the palace reached its peak in an instant.
Countless people are looking forward to, looking forward to the next development.
(End of this chapter)