The Yuan Dynasty was built on the same site as the later Forbidden City, or the Forbidden City was built on the ruins of the Yuan Palace. Although its size is slightly inferior to the Forbidden City, which was the imperial palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties, it is still grand in scale and splendid.
Lin Tianheng stood outside Chongtian Gate, looking at this magnificent palace city that was later destroyed by war and disappeared from history.
There was only an old man, Lin Tianheng, standing alone outside the closed palace door. If viewed from a high altitude, it would seem a bit tragic and lonely.
But if you zoom in closer, you can see row after row of soldiers inside the palace gate, holding on to the palace gate. There are countless people patrolling up and down the city wall. The Imperial Guards on the top of the city steal glances at Lin Tianheng from time to time.
, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.
Lin Tianheng was killed in the capital city in darkness, and the palace had already received the news. Various rumors were rampant, and it was even said that he had become a murderer and descended to earth, and Bai Qi was reincarnated. Who can not be afraid of such a demon-like massacre?
Lin Tianheng looked at the city wall that could be crossed with a single jump. He suddenly felt that there was no point in climbing over the wall and crossing the courtyard. Anyway, the trouble was already turning upside down, so why not do another shocking move.
Therefore, Lin Tianheng decided to force his way in through the front door. He had been trapped in his ancestral home for many years due to Taoist injuries and had not tried his best to take action. He also wanted to let go and go crazy for the first time in a long time. Systematic people are so willful!
I saw Lin Tianheng making fist seals with both hands, and a mysterious and mysterious aura suddenly rose from his body. His white hair was moving in the wind, as if a demon came to the world, looking down on the world, taking life and death from everyone.
The wind is blowing!
The wind was very strange. It seemed to come from between Lin Tianheng's fists, and it also seemed to come from the unknown and endless void.
The wind became stronger and stronger, flying sand all over the sky, making the guards on the city wall almost unable to open their eyes.
With a "boom", there was a thunderbolt on this sunny day. The guards were all frightened and their faces turned ashen.
Suddenly, Lin Tianheng moved, and he hit the Chongtian Gate in front of him with both fists in the air. The strong wind rushed away and the sound was like muffled thunder.
This punch is extremely mysterious, even close to the Tao!
Both fists were blasted out suddenly, as if they could shatter the sky!
The fundamental reason why the Grand Master has the word "big" in front of the Grand Master is that they can temporarily use the power of heaven and earth for their own use. This punch is already the most powerful punch that Lin Tianheng can hit at this time.
Use the power of wind and thunder to achieve a shocking punch!
This punch is both wind and thunder, the wind howls and the thunder roars, the wind rushes and the thunder rushes, the wind is strong and the thunder is fierce, the wind and thunder fist!
The force of the fist hit the vermilion Chongtian Gate with the force of wind and thunder, and in an instant it seemed that the color of the heaven and earth changed!
The brilliance of the sun seemed to completely disappear at this moment, and the world seemed to be reduced to endless ghosts and ghosts roaring in the wind.
The tall city gate shattered in response, turning into thousands of sawdust and sweeping towards the soldiers behind it. Many bricks and tiles on the city tower also fell with the wind, and were twisted into pieces by the powerful force in an instant.
The stone flakes and sawdust, coerced by the force of the fist, were shot like countless bullets at the Imperial Guards behind the city gate, each one a sharp weapon for killing people.
The thick armor of the Forbidden Army was like paper at this moment. The storm passed by, and hundreds of the Forbidden Army were beaten into sieves in an instant, with no bones left!
The wind stopped, the thunder stopped, and the sun shone on the world again, but this time the world really turned into a ghost. Looking around, the ground was covered with blood and mud, and there was no one alive!
'If I hadn't suppressed the injury, this punch would have flattened the city tower together.' Lin Tianheng estimated in his mind.
Lin Tianheng didn't waste any more time and stepped into the palace. A clean path appeared wherever he passed. Even after walking through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his body was still spotless and he still looked like a fairy.
However, in the eyes of the Imperial Guards who were lying on the city wall, this was a complete demon. They did not dare to breathe loudly because they were afraid that they would be discovered by this demon.
‘God of Immortality, come and save your people!’ the Imperial Guards kept praying in their hearts.
When we arrived at the square in front of the Daming Palace, there were Yuan soldiers wearing heavy armor everywhere, and there was quite a feeling of dark clouds threatening to destroy the city.
There were two leaders, a burly man with a sinewy face, who cursed in Mongolian and didn't know what he was talking about. He should be the commander of the Forbidden Army.
The other person was an old monk with a withered face. He was wearing a simple monk's robe, but his eyes were particularly bright, like an old eagle.
The old monk suddenly took a step forward, and the whole square was in a state of silence. You could hear the drop of a needle, and even the commander of the imperial army kept his mouth shut knowingly, which shows the aloof status of this old monk.
"God is kind to people. The lay people have killed too many people today. Why don't we just retreat." The old monk clasped his hands together and said with compassion.
"Who are you?" Lin Tianheng asked with great interest. He could sense that this old monk was extraordinary. Although he was not as good as Zhang Sanfeng, his martial arts skills were enough to stand at the top of the Central Plains martial arts world.
"Sakya Sect, Sangha." The old monk replied.
Sangge is not famous, but his master's name must be resonant. His master has the reputation of "under the emperor, one person is above all others, he is the founder of religion, propagandizes and assists in governance, the great sage is the most virtuous, universally aware of the true wisdom, bless the country, and has great treasures"
Phagpa, the supreme title of Dharma King, Son of the Buddha of Western Heaven, and Master of the Great Yuan Emperor!
Lin Tianheng, who had crammed in some of the history of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism from Zhang Sanfeng, immediately thought of the Fifth Sakya Patriarch when he heard the name of the Sakya Sect, so he asked, "What do you and Phagpa look like?"
"It's the master." Sanger said.
"That's it." Lin Tianheng nodded. This Pasiba can indeed be regarded as a saint. Not to mention his identity as a Buddhist leader and Great Yuan Emperor's master, he is worthy of this "sage" just for creating new Mongolian characters.
Character.
'It's a pity that Pasiba in this world can't "change the sky and strike the earth**." Lin Tianheng suddenly thought of the peerless master in another world.
"If the layman is unwilling to retreat, then the poor monk will have no choice but to send the layman to hell." Seeing that Lin Tianheng had no intention of retreating, Sanger sighed, "It's a pity for these good men. I don't know how many of them have to be buried with the layman."
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"You mean you're going to kill me?" Lin Tianheng said with a playful smile, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"When the manpower is exhausted, the martial arts of the lay people are indeed astonishing, but when the power is exhausted, how can one person defeat thousands of troops?" Sanger lowered his eyebrows.
"So what if there are thousands of troops? Today I will let you know what it means that one person can serve as a million divisions." Lin Tianheng said with a heroic laugh.
"Since the layman is stubborn, the poor monk can only send the layman to death." Sanger suddenly raised his head, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Sangge spoke a few words to the commander in Mongolian, and the large group of forbidden troops immediately set up a formation and rushed towards Lin Tianheng.
Seeing this, Lin Tianheng was not afraid. It is true that as Sanger said, he could not say that he could kill all the Mongolian soldiers with his skill, but why did he need to kill them all?
Even when two armies fight, the winner is never determined until the last person dies.
The so-called defeat is like a mountain. As long as a proper initial force is applied, the thousands of troops can be defeated at a touch. Killing the enemy's general is a very good method.
Sanger obviously guessed what Lin Tianheng was thinking. After the order was issued, he led the commander of the imperial army to retreat behind the military formation. No matter how powerful Lin Tianheng was, it was impossible to get past the densely packed soldiers with guns and shields and kill them directly.
In front of them, not to mention there are countless archers arranged in all directions. With a single order, thousands of arrows will be fired.
However, these thousands of forbidden troops cannot stop Lin Tianheng. In addition to his true power and vigor, he also has another powerful method, which is mental power!
Lin Tianheng's eyes flashed suddenly, and the aura on his body suddenly changed, from an old god with immortal demeanor to a strange and coquettish demon in an instant.
For a moment, Lin Tianheng's whole body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of mysterious evil aura that could not be seen through. There seemed to be thousands of ghosts wailing and wailing in the evil aura. His figure became distorted, and his appearance became ferocious. He seemed to be
Transformed into a monster, it stirred up the soldiers' greatest fear.
In the perception of the Forbidden Army, they were not in the palace at this time, but came to a place that made them extremely frightened. They came to the hell in each of their hearts, and their colleagues were no longer around them.
The robe is a terrifying and evil monster.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Don't come over here, I'll chop you to death!"
The soldiers could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts and pointed their spearheads at the "monster" in their eyes, and the fighting began!
These were just ordinary soldiers, not even martial arts masters. They could not resist Lin Tianheng's mental offensive. Ninety-nine percent of them began to kill each other. Only Sanger stared at all this in shock, unable to recover for a long time.
Cries of killing and wailing could be heard endlessly, and the front of the Daming Palace had become a veritable purgatory on earth.
Lin Tianheng walked leisurely through it. Occasionally, mentally disturbed soldiers would attack him, but they would be automatically deflected by his body-protecting energy.
"Now, what do you think?" Lin Tianheng walked up to Sanger and asked with a smile.
"Devil, you are the devil!" Sanger yelled, his spirit collapsed instantly, and he immediately joined the fight.
Sangge is not young, but unfortunately his spiritual cultivation is still far away, otherwise he would never lose his mind so easily. If his teacher Pasiba was still in the world, even if he had not practiced the magic of changing the sky and striking the earth, he would probably be able to do it.
He relied on his own mental state to resist Lin Tianheng's mental attack.
"The demon sect's method of mental distortion is really a weapon for killing ordinary people." Lin Tianheng rubbed his eyebrows. He secretly learned this method from Yu Qingqing. It is very draining on the spirit. He has never used it. Today
It's a first of its kind.
Afterwards, Lin Tianheng entered the Daming Palace.
On this day, not a single member of the Mongolian royal family in the palace escaped, and the Yuan Palace was reduced to a place of death.