Urban Hidden Dragon

Everyone present looked at Wang Han.

They were all speechless.

Yang Pan also looked at Wang Han curiously.

He has been held hostage by the Taiping Society for so long.

This is the first time I've encountered someone so brave.

He has never seen anyone dare to make such a noise with the Taiping Society.

Old Li and Old Zheng were immediately furious.

"How dare you disturb Tai Sui! I think you are seeking death!"

Lao Zheng, who had been slapped by Wang Han before, took the lead.

Before he could make a move, Wang Han slapped him hard.

"Half step towards the Yuan Dynasty?" Lao Zheng lay on the ground and covered his face and exclaimed.

Wang Han was amused, "You are more or less looking down on others!"

Lao Zheng turned his eyes and looked at all the people who came to the selfless spiritual realm.

"What are you doing standing still? Take action! A good man can't hold his punches! If something happens to us, you still won't be able to escape. There are so many of us, I don't believe we can't kill him!"

The group of people hesitated for a moment.

They are all members of family sects affiliated with the Taiping Society.

If you dare to back down now.

I'm afraid there won't be any good fruit to eat when I go out.

Everyone looked at each other and rushed towards Wang Han.

All the flashy Qi body attacks were directed at Wang Han.

Wang Han is as immovable as a mountain.

The realm of these people may be high or low.

available in this place.

Internal strength cannot enter the Chaoyuan realm.

Wang Han's eighth-turn Vajra realm of external skills has no solution here.

not only.

The Qi Ti Wang Han in this place can be mobilized at will, just like returning home.

In other words, Wang Han is invincible in the realm of selflessness!

Wang Han twisted his big hand and clenched his fingers.

Nine bowl-thick qi-body dragon shadows spun crazily around Wang Han, blocking all attacks.

Not only that.

Wang Han suddenly discovered it.

In this place, the attacks of these people were weakened, and Wang Han's attacks were directly increased several times.

Wang Han opened his arms and made a movement to shatter the darkness with thunder.

Nine qi-body dragon shadows criss-crossed and swept past.

Dozens of people were pushed past as if they were made of paper.

Wang Han, who was immersed in the hegemonic state, suddenly shook his body.

The whole person was in a trance.

Countless fragmentary images flashed through his mind.

It's just like the state of getting the abomination at that time.

Each fragment is like a broken mirror being put back together bit by bit.

An ancient and magnificent city.

The towering Buddha statue.

In the distant horizon, the sun is shining, and a bodhi tree stands on the edge of the cliff.

The skinny monk, whose face could not be seen clearly, was wearing a strange robe and was giving a sermon.

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds cleanse the soul.

The believers looked pious and quietly listened to the monks' sermons above.

Familiar and unfamiliar faces flashed past my eyes.

Wang Han looked at the faces, as if the memories hidden in the corners had been dusted off and reappeared in the sky.

The first one was Li Jin, who was riding a tall horse and flashed by. Li Jin waved to Wang Han from a distance and called Brother Wang without any hint of rebellion.

Yu Ling'er was wearing a beautiful skirt and jumping around like a butterfly. Suddenly she lay on Wang Han's back and shouted, "Brother!"

In the distance, there are men and women whose faces cannot be seen clearly, and they carry an innate majesty about them.

Hanbao held the man's arm and begged for something coquettishly.

The scene changes.

A group of people came from outside the city. The cavalry at the front shouted for the victory of the coach.

A large group of people came from behind on horseback.

The leader is a silver-haired old man who is full of murderous aura. The old man raises his hands and feet with a strong aura of a superior, and beside the old man is a little guy wearing an ill-fitting armor, with a Holding a super big box that was much taller than her, gnawing on a big stick bone, she occasionally turned her head and called the old man beside her sweetly, "Daddy."

The screen rotates rapidly.

Su Qi stood on the high platform, as if she were a sacred and inviolable saint, with a gentle smile that made people feel like a spring breeze. Su Qi leaned over to help the little boy fix his crooked helmet, and carefully wiped the food residue from the corner of the little boy's mouth. , the little boy looked at Su Qi with his eyes like stars.

Pictures flew through Wang Han's mind like a revolving lantern.

The dazzling sunshine shrouded an old locust tree. There was a woman sitting under the locust tree. Her face could not be seen clearly. It was vaguely visible that the woman was holding an instrument similar to a pipa in her arms and playing refreshing music.

Qiong Ya rode on the back of an unnamed ferocious beast and came from outside the city with a paralyzed face. The ordinary people who greeted him along the way kept offering garlands and food, and Qiong Ya showed a real smile.

The heroes of Guiyan came side by side on horseback. Neither of them seemed to want to talk. The hero couldn't help but look at Hanba in the distance, and a trace of warmth flashed on his handsome face.

There were many familiar faces behind them, some that Wang Han had seen before, and some that Wang Han had never seen before but felt very familiar to them.

A thought flashed subconsciously in Wang Han's mind. Those were the faces of the demons before they became possessed.

People were singing and dancing, and the whole world seemed peaceful. It all seemed like a beautiful dream.

The screen rotates.

Wang Han was sitting under the bodhi tree, and the old and skinny monk was sitting opposite Wang Han.

The skinny monk's face was so close, even if he could see it clearly, he couldn't remember that his face was so ordinary, as if he was one of all living beings.

But that face seemed to cover all the faces of ordinary people, like a Thousand-Faced Buddha. I could clearly see his face, but I couldn't remember it.

With a smile on his face, the monk made a curse with one hand, and slowly raised his other hand and placed it gently on Wang Han's head.

Recite the ancient divine mantra softly in your mouth.

"Reveal the truth, reveal the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Pāloṇṭhāna reveals the truth, Bodhisattva reveals the truth!"

All the pictures are fragmented, and all the pictures seem to be connected together, but I don't know where the clue is.

Wang Han stood motionless.

Those who attacked Wang Han just now were lying on the ground.

Some people saw Wang Han frozen in place and didn't know what happened to Wang Han.

Lao Zheng stared at Wang Han from the side.

I don’t know what Wang Han is doing.

Yang Pan stared at Wang Han blankly, observing carefully, as if he was verifying something.

Lao Zheng said angrily, "Do it now, I don't believe we can't kill him this time!"

All those who were still able to move took action.

But all Qi body attacks had no effect on Wang Han.

Wang Han, whose eyes were distracted, slowly came back to his senses. Everything just happened was like experiencing a big dream.

His eyes were staring at the innermost direction of the selfless spiritual realm, and something was pulling him towards that direction.

Wang Han ignored these people and headed straight over there.

But in my mind, I remembered something that happened a long time ago.

When he was in Dayan Sect, the old head of Dayan Sect told Wang Han.

If one day Wang Han dreams of a bodhi tree, he must find that tree. In addition, if he has nightmares every day and has to go to the Dayan Sect, he can use the Taijia Sutra Cauldron to help Wang Han survive the disaster. .

All the scenes just now seemed like a dream, and Wang Han was still in a daze even when he woke up now.

He walked quickly inside.

At the end of the main road is a main hall.

Wang Han walked straight towards the main hall.

Lao Li stared at Wang Han's back, puzzled.

"What does he want to do?"

Lao Zheng gasped and saw the direction Wang Han was going.

"That place is the only forbidden place in the Selfless Spiritual Realm. No one has ever entered it! Is he going to seek death there?"

Yang Pan stared at Wang Han with burning eyes.

The moment he saw Wang Han step into the hall.

Yang Pan was breathing rapidly.

Four words blurted out.

"Lord of the Spiritual Realm!"