Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Amitabha!" A Buddhist chant filled the world.

The people in the sky were all in a state of confusion.

This Buddhist chant seemed to change the movement of the world, making them at a loss and completely losing all sense.

They lost their sense of direction and their own sense, as if their souls had left their bodies and they didn't know where their bodies were.

They fell down involuntarily.

When the first person was about to land, another Buddhist chant sounded: "Amitabha!"

As soon as this Buddhist chant sounded, the world immediately restored order.

Their out-of-control bodies and qi returned to their own control, and their falling bodies suddenly slowed down.

At the most critical moment, they went from heavy to light to avoid falling half to death.

A dragon roar sounded again.

Everyone looked up.

The huge figure of the dragon appeared in everyone's eyes. It fell from the dark clouds and fell straight down, hitting several masters in the middle.

As soon as these masters touched the dragon's body, they were hit by a heavy hammer and flew out more than ten feet away. Blood spurted out in the air, and their bodies became soft and were about to fall straight down.

The people around them moved and met them in the air. Some of them collided with their palms, and some collided with the tips of their swords.

Their soft bodies regained their strength and became light again, and the speed of falling slowed down greatly.

This is the mystery of the formation.

Through the formation, the strength and energy are maintained in one body. Even if they are injured, they are weakened by the power of the formation and the recovery is accelerated.

"Bang!" The world seemed to tremble.

The dragon fell to the ground firmly and sank into the ground immediately, revealing only its top.

The hard stone ground was as soft as tofu under its body.

It twisted violently and flew up again.

People had already reacted and drew their swords.

"Ding ding ding ding..." It twisted again amidst the dense and clear sounds. Wherever it passed, people flew backwards and sprayed blood arrows in the air.

This was the dragon's anger. The force of twisting its body was naturally different from the previous laziness. With just one collision, anyone who collided was seriously injured.

People attacked its head.

This dragon had already left its snake phase. Its head had changed and was no longer like a snake.

It had a square skull, eyes like lanterns, a wide mouth and slender dragon whiskers. These were all different from snakes, but the biggest difference was that it had horns on its head.

At first glance, the horns looked like those of a sika deer, but they had a metallic texture that sika deer horns did not have, and there were strange patterns.

Even if the dark clouds covered and blocked the sunlight, people could still see the silver light flashing from its horns.

The most terrifying thing about it was its eyes. The lantern-like eyes emitted a cold light. When people made eye contact with it, their bodies became stiff and their breath stagnated.

This was due to the suppression between species, hidden in the blood, and could not be overcome.

When it looked at them, people's bodies stiffened and their breath stagnated. More importantly, they were suppressed mentally.

People were overwhelmed with the urge to worship and kneel down. Their original high fighting spirit disappeared, and they felt ashamed, as if it was a sin to disrespect it.

"Amitabha!" Fakong's Buddhist chant sounded again.

People were immediately refreshed, and the fragility in their bones disappeared. The suppression of the dragon was eliminated by this Buddhist chant.

Fakong's voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Let's attack together."

Everyone flew up and interspersed in the air, like countless swallows flying around one place.

It seemed chaotic and chaotic, but they did not collide with each other. It was chaotic but orderly, but it was the final move of their formation.

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande put his palms together, chanted a long Buddhist chant, and then lightly hit the dragon's body with his right fist.

When he swung his right fist, it was ordinary, there was no difference, and it did not exude an amazing momentum.

When it hit the dragon's scales, it suddenly burst out with golden light, as if it turned into a golden lotus and drilled into the dragon's scales.

After the golden lotus drilled into the dragon's scales, it suddenly emitted golden light and directly penetrated the dragon, making the dragon's body glow with golden light.

A long dragon roar sounded.

Everyone felt dizzy and their blood was shaking, and the world in front of them seemed to be shaking.

But they knew that this dragon roar was far less powerful than the previous one, and they widened their eyes with hope.

The dragon turned into a golden light and suddenly drilled back into the Zhenlong Abyss and disappeared.

After everyone was stunned, they were ecstatic.

This was the dragon diving back into the abyss and dared not come out again. It was obviously severely injured by them.

The punch of Yuande Divine Monk condensed the power of everyone, and condensed the power of everyone into one punch through the formation.

Ordinary people cannot withstand such a huge force, and they may have been blown up before they can condense all their strength.

The Great Golden Lotus Fist is indeed the magical skill of the Great Miaolian Temple. It is mysterious and unpredictable, and is the supreme magic method of combined attack.

Monk Yuande is a man of wisdom and talent. He has already practiced the Great Golden Lotus Fist to a very high level.

After several exchanges with Fakong, under Fakong's advice, the Great Golden Lotus Fist has been further improved.

Only in this way can it withstand the combined force of everyone and condense it into a punch.

"We won!"

"Haha..., we won!"

"This dragon is just like this!" Someone laughed twice, glancing at Zhenlongyuan with pride.

This remark attracted strange looks from everyone.

He actually dared to say that, it's really...

They were the best masters in the world, gathering the most powerful forces of the three dynasties.

Even so, if the monk Fakong had not made several moves at critical moments, they would still have been defeated miserably.

Without the monk Fakong's move, they had already been injured by the dragon's roar and even had no strength to fight.

The rest of the things were all in vain.

This is the power of the dragon, which is so powerful that it makes people despair.

After that, the monk Fakong still made a move and forced the dragon down from the sky, otherwise it would have escaped and was free.

Who could catch up with it at that time, and what could they do to it?

No matter how good the Qinggong is, it is impossible to catch up with the dragon.

So in the end, they couldn't force the dragon back with their own strength, and the credit for the victory would most likely fall on the monk Fakong.

In this situation, there are still people who dare to say that the dragon is just so-so. I really don't know what to say.

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande chanted a long Buddhist name, clasped his hands and bowed to everyone: "Dear donors, we have done a great deed to suppress the dragon!"

"Amitabha!"

Everyone clasped their hands and returned the greeting.

The eldest prince Hu Houqing laughed: "Everyone, once this is accomplished, we will have done a great deed to all living beings in the world."

Everyone smiled.

Hu Houqing said loudly: "Divine monk Fakong! Divine monk!"

But no one saw Fakong's figure, as if he had never appeared.

Hu Houqing shook his head: "Divine monk is really indifferent to fame and fortune."

It was such an honor to show up at this time. Everyone's gratitude and admiration for him reached the extreme.

But Divine monk Fakong did not show up, did not enjoy this glorious moment, and really looked down on fame and fortune.

At this time, Fakong was standing in the Dragon Suppression Abyss, casting the Rejuvenation Mantra and the Purification Mantra to help the dragon recover from its injuries and comfort the dragon.