At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

Zang District, the top of the snow mountain
A temple stands in the snow, its golden glazed tiles shining brightly under the setting sun, revealing a sacred aura. This is the seat of the Vajra Sect of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.

The Vajra Sect is the number one esoteric religious sect in the Tibetan area. Its master, the Holy Lord, is highly respected and is also the current protector of the Tibetan Kingdom.

"Jinlun, I'm afraid that this trip to the Central Plains will be dangerous. From today on, you are my master of the Tantric Buddhism. I hope you will be modest and prudent in the future, and avoid being competitive."

Inside the hall, under the Tantric deity statue, an old lama with white eyebrows, wearing a red cassock and a monk’s hat, with a solemn and kind face, looked towards the east and sighed softly, then whispered instructions to the young lama in front of him.

"Master, with your current martial arts skills, aren't you the best in the world?"

The young lama named Jinlun was wearing a red robe. He was very tall and thin, and his figure was as thin as a bamboo pole. After hearing this, he frowned and asked.

The old lama smiled kindly and said, "You have never set foot in the Central Plains, so you don't know the hidden dragons and crouching tigers there. If your master doesn't come back this time, you can choose one of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, the Secret Method of the Spirit, or the Flame Sword to specialize in. My Tantric methods are overbearing and conflicting, so remember not to be greedy."

Jinlun bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple will obey Master's orders."

The old lama looked at Jinlun deeply, then turned and walked out of the hall. His red robes fluttered in the wind and soon disappeared from Jinlun's sight.

Jin Dynasty, inside the palace
Wanyan Changzhi walked slowly into the Da'an Hall and saw Emperor Wanyan Xun lying on the dragon throne with his eyes slightly closed.

And that sinister, fair face seemed to show a hint of drunkenness.

"Why is Grandpa here?"

Wanyan Xun opened his eyes slightly, paying no attention to the old man who came in, and asked casually.

"Hmph, if I don't come again, the Jin Dynasty will be destroyed by you, this evil creature!" Wanyan Changzhi glanced at Wanyan Xun coldly.

"Even after I lost everything, you didn't even help me." Wanyan Xun grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Wanyan Xun finished speaking, he heard a dizzy sound in his head and a slap on the right cheek caused a burning pain.

"I quit!" He suddenly stood up, covering his cheek, and roared angrily at Wanyan Changzhi with red eyes:
"I asked you to help me kill that old man, but you refused! If that old man hits me, you will hit me too! The country will be destroyed sooner or later anyway, so whoever wants to be the emperor can do it! I abdicate!"

Wanyan Changzhi's face turned livid and he said nothing. After Wanyan Xun vented his anger and sat down dejectedly, he took out two secret books from his arms and placed them on the dragon table.

Phantom Yin Finger?
Mysterious Divine Palm?

Wanyan Xun rubbed his cheek and glanced away lightly.

Wanyan Changzhi said: "It's not that I won't help you, but Temujin is also protected by strong men. If I leave the imperial city to fight that man, it will definitely bring disaster."

"But this time is different. There may be changes outside this time. A powerful person may appear. I will definitely get rid of that person when I find a chance!"

"really?"

Wanyan Xun was shocked.

Wanyan Changzhi did not reply to him. He stared at the secret book on the dragon case and said calmly, "We, the Jin people, rose from the Changbai Mountains and suffered from extreme cold all year round. These are two martial arts that Grandpa created in his early years when he comprehended the cold."

"If Grandpa doesn't come back this time, you can find some royal family members with excellent physiques to pass on this martial arts."

After saying that, he turned around, and his figure instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared in the hall.

Western Regions, Deep in the Kunlun Mountains
An old monk with white eyebrows and a body as rotten as a tree quickly rushed out of a temple. He stood at the gate, looked towards the east, and muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that another person in the heavenly realm would appear. I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse."

"Is there something wrong, Grandmaster Uncle?"

Behind him, several monks quickly chased out from the temple and saluted the white-browed old monk.

The white-browed old monk pondered and said, "The promise made by Master Chongyang has come. I will return to Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains. If I don't come back this time, you will close the temple for twenty years."

After saying this, without waiting for the monks to respond, he flew down the mountain.

Dengfeng, Shaoshi Mountain
The sky was originally dark, but the blazing, dazzling light from the mountains and the surging lightning all over the sky illuminated the area within a hundred miles as if it were daytime.

"You really deserve to die!!"

The old monk's body was charred black, his face was hideous, and blood was oozing from his mouth. He tried his best to avoid another falling lightning and rushed towards the shining silver light.

Niu Dingtian was also feeling uncomfortable. At this moment, his clothes were already tattered and burnt black, and even his hair was completely disheveled, with his hair hanging loosely on his shoulders.

Facing the golden light coming from the old monk, Niu Dingtian's eyes turned slightly cold. He waved his palm and pushed forward, and a blazing silver light burst out instantly.

A dragon-shaped cold air instantly rushed out from his palm and rushed towards the old monk amid the roar of an angry dragon.

The ordinary Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth at this moment, and it exerted unparalleled power in his hands.

"boom!"

The icy dragon quickly flew into the blazing golden light, and the peaks were instantly engulfed in the blazing light, followed by an earth-shaking air wave.

"Rumble--"

At this moment, the powerful movement below seemed to attract the thunder in the sky again. Along with the rolling thunder, above the sky, dragon-like lightning quickly meandered and gathered together.

The old monk's face changed drastically when he saw this.

"here we go again……"

Niu Dingtian murmured.

This was not like the lightning that the old monk had just dodged, but it seemed like an inexplicable opportunity that locked the two of them tightly, and they could only resist.

The two have been fighting since the afternoon until now, and have launched five attacks in total, each one stronger than the last.

He also realized that the skills derived from the breathing method seemed to be able to absorb some of the power of thunder and lightning, so he dared to drag the old monk here to fight.

Although the physical damage was much smaller than that of the other party, it was definitely not comfortable. I don't know how many more waves I can withstand.

"Is it you?" Just as the two of them were preparing to withstand the thunder, Wang Chongyang's figure appeared on the top of a ruined mountain. Looking at Niu Dingtian standing in the air, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Master Wang said that all the innates would work together to eliminate the demons, so why are you the only one here?"

Niu Dingtian did not look at Wang Chongyang, but still stared at the thunder in the sky. After replying faintly, he released a slight sense and found that there were several auras coming towards him rapidly from a very far distance.

Since entering the realm of heaven and man, he felt that the whole world seemed to have become smaller.

Wang Chongyang had a complicated expression and did not reply. The dragon-slaying boy had already become a dragon, but he could not guarantee whether he was still an evil dragon.

Seeing that thunder could strike at any time, Wang Chongyang quickly flew away and observed the two people from a distance.

At this moment, there was a loud rumbling sound suddenly in the sky, and two extremely dazzling bolts of lightning streaked across the sky. With a crack, they struck the old monk and Niu Dingtian like sharp swords.

"The Buddha's light shines!"

The old monk's eyes were wide open and he roared, his voice echoing through the peaks. At the same time, mysterious energy protected his body and golden light burst out!
"Humph--"

Niu Dingtian looked around with disdainful eyes, silver light circulated around his body. After activating the Devouring Mentality Technique, he did not dodge or evade, and delivered an ultimate punch towards the lightning.

"boom!!!"

The lightning, the old monk's protective golden light, and Niu Dingtian's silver fist collided for an instant, and the blazing light burst out, like two suns suddenly rising in the inky black night.

The next moment, the earth shook, the mountains collapsed, and a tangible but invisible air wave was ejected, instantly carrying broken wood and rubble, sweeping towards the surrounding peaks.

When the light faded, the old monk and Niu Dingtian were seen with their bodies charred black. They both fell from the sky and hit the pile of rocks hard.

"Is this... a celestial being?"

Wang Chongyang hid far away, looking at the dilapidated peaks of the mountains behind, he muttered to himself in horror.

Niu Dingtian's whole body was charred black, with smoke still coming out of it. Only two white spots could be seen in his eyes. After he staggered to his feet from the ground, blood continued to flow out of his mouth.

The old monk was lying on the rocky ground ten feet away, motionless and unresponsive.

"Don't do it yet!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded.

Before he finished speaking, five figures flashed out from behind Wang Chongyang and arrived in an instant.

It was none other than the old ancestor of Kuihua, Wanyan Changyi, Zen Master Kuhui, Mr. Meng, and the old lama from the zang area who had rushed over from thousands of miles away.

"puff--"

Niu Dingtian curled his lips slightly and spurted out the blood that was held in his mouth.

"What does Daoist Master Wang mean?"

Seeing two people surrounding the old monk and four people surrounding him, Niu Dingtian looked around and finally stared at Wang Chongyang and asked indifferently.

"Is it you?" The old ancestor of Kuihua was startled and subconsciously flew away.

Staring at Niu Dingtian's dark face, his beautiful face was full of disbelief, and he asked in surprise: "You are Niu Dingtian? Have you achieved a breakthrough?"

Niu Dingtian ignored him, raised his hand with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, still staring at Wang Chongyang with burning eyes.

"Since you have already entered the realm of heaven, you should not continue to stay in this world."

The old lama clasped his hands together and said calmly.

Niu Dingtian glanced over and sneered, "Old monk, as long as you break the void, I will leave now."

Seeing that the old lama was silent, Niu Dingtian stared at Wang Chongyang again and said, "At the beginning, I accepted your invitation to unite with other innate masters to jointly destroy this old ghost. Now I am doing everyone's work alone."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old lama, Mr. Meng, Wanyan Changyi, who were surrounding him warily, and the old ancestor of the sunflower who was flying away, and said calmly: "You promised to do your best for me once, do you still keep your promise now?"

Wang Chongyang and Zen Master Kuhui stood beside the old monk's body. Seeing that he had stopped breathing, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing what Niu Dingtian said, he and Zen Master Ku Hui looked at each other and said thoughtfully: "As long as my friend can leave this world tonight, I can ensure that Jiugong Mountain is safe for the rest of my life."

There wasn't much explanation in his words, the implication was that he was worried about you.

After all, the lessons of the past are right beside us, and the disparity in strength is also before our eyes. No one wants to have a sword hanging over their head that could stab them at any time.

"Dharma Cave has been destroyed. We will leave naturally when it is time to leave." Niu Dingtian said softly.

Wang Chongyang remained silent.

"Why don't you take action? You all want to wait for him to recover his strength?" Mr. Meng suddenly spoke, his deep blue eyes sweeping across everyone.

Niu Dingtian sneered: "You can try it first!"

After saying this, in the shocked gazes of several people, his figure instantly disappeared.

Then, a mocking voice resounded through the night, booming in all directions:

"Old ghost! Are you still pretending to be dead?"

"Just feel free to smoke tonight, I'll be watching the show from the sidelines!"

not dead?

Several people couldn't help but be shocked.

Wang Chongyang and Ku Hui, who were closest to the old monk, subconsciously wanted to dodge upon hearing this.

But as soon as it flew up, a blazing golden light appeared, instantly obscuring the sight. (End of this chapter)