I am in the reincarnation of the heavens

Chapter 341
Although King Kong Minglun Temple and Shaolin Temple are both two major Buddhist temples, there is actually no comparison between the two.

One of the two is Zen Buddhism and the other is Tantric Buddhism.

No matter in terms of exercises or scriptures, they are basically two completely different existences.

And when it comes to strength, King Kong Minglun Temple is actually stronger than Shaolin Temple.

The strength of Shaolin Temple was accumulated from generation to generation. At that time, there were countless Buddhist sects in the Central Plains martial arts, and many of them were stronger than Shaolin Temple.

But after so many years of great waves washing sand, and the turmoil of destroying Buddha, all these great Buddhist temples have completely disappeared, and this is how the power of Shaolin Temple is now.

So there is some accumulation of Shaolin Temple, but the real strength is something that happened in the last 200 years.

The King Kong Minglun Temple is different. Since the founding of the Golden Horde Khanate, the King Kong Minglun Temple has been the state religion.

Even when the grasslands were still tribes and the ancestor of the Golden Horde was just a tribal leader, King Kong Minglun Temple was already the master of the grasslands, and everyone respected and worshiped it.

Therefore, the background of King Kong Minglun Temple is absolutely amazing, far more amazing than Shaolin Temple.

For example, the Ten Prisons Daheitian, Yang Cheng thought about it, just now this Bastu almost crushed dozens of Buddhist beads.

The power accumulated for so many years burst out in an instant, and the upper limit of this thing's power has reached the realm of Liuhe!

Accompanied by a howling wind, gray-white flames flickered, and the Ten Hell Great Heitian appeared in front of Yang Sheng almost in an instant, at an extremely fast speed.

Yang Sheng suddenly stepped forward with the soul-breaking spear in his hand, and stabbed directly at the chest of the ten-prison Daheitian.

With Yang Sheng's current majestic and incomparable power, he penetrated the body of the Ten Prison Daheitian almost instantly, but the touch from the tip of the spear was very strange.

The body of the gun seemed to have pierced into the boundless quagmire, and it felt sticky and muddy.

The body of the gun trembled, and the bloody aura suddenly erupted, tearing a big hole in the chest of the ten-prison Daheitian, and the scene inside was even more disgusting.

I saw that the ten-prison Daheitian's body was full of thick dirty blood and various viscous blood tissues, without a single bone.

Moreover, the tainted blood is extremely corrosive, the dark power and the evil spirit of blood that covered the soul-destroying gun in Yang Sheng's hand were all eroded by the tainted blood.

At the same time, the head of the ten-prison Daheitian turned crazily, grinning at Yang Sheng from all sides at the same time, spouting dirty blood, black mist, black water and gray-white flames.

A prison-suppressing barrier rose in front of Yang Sheng, but this weird power was able to erode even the prison-suppressing barrier, and half of the prison-suppressing barrier was eroded almost instantly.

Yang Cheng frowned slightly, raised the soul-breaking gun in his hand, and directly lifted the body of the ten-prison Daheitian into the air.

The next moment, Yang Sheng's body was covered with streamers, and the Bajiu Xuangong was urged to the extreme by him. The spear in his hand stabbed wildly, and every time the shadow of the spear pierced out, there was a deafening and powerful sonic boom.

Like thunder and roaring in the air, the body of the Ten Prison Daheitian was completely torn into pieces by Yang Sheng's blow!

Yang Sheng fell to the ground again, but his face was a little dignified.

Because he can feel that the power of this thing has not disappeared.

Sure enough, the next moment, the ten prisons that had been torn apart and almost turned into powder were quickly combined, and a body re-evolved from the bits of debris almost in the blink of an eye. With all eight arms moving, it moved towards Yang Sheng. kill.

The eight-armed hand pinched the Buddha's seal, and a large gray-white yin fire bloomed all over Yang Sheng's body.

On the periphery of the gray flames, Ten Prison Daheitian with eight arms crazily blasted towards Yang Sheng, and his strength was also extremely astonishing.

But no matter how amazing it was, it was no match for Yang Sheng's eighty-nine profound arts.

Yang Sheng blasted out his eight punches in an instant, and the eight arms of the Ten Prison Daheitian were completely smashed, and the granulation on his back squirmed, and healed almost instantly.

At the next moment, a cold and gloomy trajectory was drawn on the soul-breaking gun in Yang Sheng's hand, and the power of the cold prison was released, freezing all vitality and annihilating all power.

The gray flames around Dahetian's body instantly extinguished, and his entire body was frozen in mid-air.

With the sweep of the spear in Yang Sheng's hand, more than a dozen big black days were completely blasted into pieces.

But this thing is really weird, as if no matter how you beat it, you can't kill it.

Even if the power of the cold prison deprives him of his vitality, it is still useless to freeze his power. He can only shatter the opponent, but he cannot completely kill him.

Moreover, this thing may not have any vitality at all, it is not a living thing at all, so the trick of depriving it of vitality is also useless.

Those ten prisons that have almost been shattered into powder can still heal quickly, and their strength has not changed much.

Master Xuanwei was about to break the formation at this time, he quickly reminded when he saw this scene: "Governor, be careful!

This thing is not among the five elements of yin and yang, so it is immortal.

Only by using absolute power to completely refine those messy things on his body can he weaken the opponent's strength and completely kill him! "

Master Xuanwei has lived a long time and seen a lot, so his experience is naturally incomparably rich.

Hearing that this time, Yang Sheng smashed down the Soul Interrupting Spear crazily, and forcibly smashed the Ten Prison Daheitian into powder again.

When the opponent started to condense his figure, Yang Sheng directly suppressed him with prison suppression and the enchantment of darkness.

The next moment, the boundless blood fiend surged into it, and began to grind the black powder bit by bit.

During the continuous grinding and refining of the power of blood evil, these black powders gradually turned into dirty blood, bone meal and other messy things, which directly consumed most of Yang Sheng's strength, and only then did they completely refine them.

Yang Sheng's body was full of light, and the Bajiu Xuangong was pushed to the extreme. He clenched his hand to break the tail of the soul gun, and suddenly smashed it backward like swinging a giant hammer!
The huge city wall collapsed and shattered in an instant, turning into ruins.

Only then did Yang Sheng turn around, walked towards Bastu, who had completely exhausted his strength, and said calmly, "Now you should be willing to talk, right?"

A look of despair appeared on Bastu's face, and he didn't answer Yang Sheng's words, but murmured, "Why don't you come?"

What he was waiting for were not only the envoys from the Buddhist kingdom, but also the monks from Lingshan, and the reinforcements from the Northern Jurchens.

He has already reached a deal with the Jurchen of the Northland, and the Jurchen of the Northland are all cavalry, even if they are walking, they have already come!
At this time, in the dense forest on a hillside on the edge of the capital city, tens of thousands of cavalry were quietly waiting there, and even the horses' stepping movements were very subtle.

These people wore tattered armor and were dirty from top to bottom. Only a small number of people had complete armor, with huge bows and scimitars on their backs, and they exuded a sturdy aura from top to bottom.

Some people took off their helmets and wiped the sweat from their heads, but what was revealed was a bald head, only a small braid at the back of the head, like a rat's tail.

These people are the Beidi Jurchen reinforcements invited by Bastu. In fact, they have come a long time ago, but they have not done anything, but are here to watch the battle.

"My lord, don't you want to do it yet? A city gate has already been broken in the upper capital city. If you wait any longer, the capital city will probably be taken by Da Zhou."

A middle-aged man dressed in scarlet dragon kai, with sharp eyebrows and two mustaches said with a half-smile, "It's good if the city is broken, and the Golden Horde will not be destroyed. How can we Jurchens occupy the Northland?

The former golden family has completely degenerated. The warriors who shot the eagles are now struggling to kill chickens. Are they worthy of owning this thousand miles of grassland?
Are they worthy to be the masters of this northern land?Bastu also wanted my Jurchen to save him. He must have forgotten that when my Jurchen visited the King Kong Minglun Temple's national teacher in the past, because there was a loophole in the white tiger skin that was presented, the current Jurchen leader was skinned by them. Do the drums!

Now that the feng shui is turning, it's time for me, Jurchen, to be the master of the northern grasslands!
We are not the trash of the Golden Horde, and we still have to rush to worship those greedy monks! "

Back when the Golden Horde Khanate had not yet officially established itself, King Kong Minglun Temple was the real ruler of this grassland. All tribes, big and small, respected King Kong Minglun Temple and worshiped it.

At that time, the Beidi Jurchen was just an inconspicuous small tribe, and King Kong Minglun Temple certainly didn't have the slightest fear of it, and the leader of the tribe would kill them as soon as they said they wanted to.

So over the years, the Northern Jurchen's hatred for King Kong Minglun Temple has been extremely deep.

The Jurchens of the Northland started from between the white mountains and the black waters, and their area was close to the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Golden Horde Khanate, and there were frictions with both sides.

However, it is mostly a dispute over land interests with Da Zhou, and it is a feud with King Kong Minglun Temple and the Golden Horde Khanate, but King Kong Minglun Temple and the Golden Horde Khanate themselves have already forgotten these grievances.

After all, the Jurchens of the Northland back then were like ants.

At this time, the leader of this group of Jurchen cavalry is the younger brother of He Ze Changlin, the head of the Jurchen tribe in the Northland, Shi Geli, the third prince.

He is brave and good at fighting, with unparalleled sharpness and vigor. He is in command of the most elite eagle shooting cavalry in the entire Northern Jurchen. Every cavalry has the ability to shoot eagles on horseback.

"But my lord, there are still more than 20 troops from Da Zhou in this battle, if the Golden Horde is destroyed, we will have to face Da Zhou.

I heard that Yang Sheng, the governor of the Martial Hall of Dazhou Town, is powerful, comparable to the reincarnated gods and Buddhas. If we just sit back and watch the Golden Horde Khanate and King Kong Minglun Temple be destroyed, how can we fight against such a strong man? "

The subordinates persuaded with a little worry.

The prince wants the snipe and the clam to fight for the fisherman's benefit, but the problem is that the opponent is not a snipe and a clam, but a tiger and a wolf!

Shi Geli squinted his eyes and said, "The reincarnated god and Buddha? My Jurchen has real gods to protect me now, how can I be afraid of them?"

As he said that, Geli Shi pulled out a golden dagger from his bosom, cut his palm, and chanted: "George Shi, Jurchen, please come here with the help of the Great Immortal Chang Tianlong, and the Jurchen warriors who protect me will be invincible!"

(End of this chapter)