After fighting with the three people from the Vajra Sect, Zhang Wuji also recognized that the other party's kung fu was to cripple the powerful Vajra fingers of his two uncles. Then he was excited and asked Zhao Min sternly.

Because there were 50,000 elite soldiers at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Min generously admitted Zhang Wuji's questioning and forced Zhang Wuji to agree to do three things for him without any worries.

As the farce ended, Zhao Min got into the sedan chair and planned to lead his men to retreat.

At this time, Jing Tian's voice came: "Since the guest is leaving, he must deliver it, otherwise he will inevitably end up talking and saying that Wudang does not know etiquette."

When the Ming Cult and Wudang heard Jing Tian's words, they were speechless. Could it be that the 50,000 troops were sent down the mountain to siege him? He finally sent away this female plague god peacefully. Why are you so ungrateful? Who are you from...

Although Zhao Min was also confused when she heard Jing Tian’s words, she was also very happy and praised: “That’s right. Wudang really deserves the reputation of the martial arts sect, so it’s a blessing.” After saying that, she got out of the sedan chair and waited for the Ming Cult and Wudang to send him off.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng looking at his puzzled face, Jing Tian chuckled and said, "It's okay, I have my own plans, let's take the guests with me." After that, he walked out first.

Although Zhang Sanfeng thought about it, he did not refute Jing Tian's kindness to Wudang. He was complicated and determined to strengthen his body shape and followed Jing Tian to the mountain. Then, everyone in the Ming Cult also set off with different thoughts under Zhang Wuji's head.

Hundreds of people came to the foot of the mountain. Zhao Min stopped and looked at the 50,000 Mongolian elite soldiers arranged in an array on the open space under the mountain. He turned around with a proud look on his face and said to everyone: "Look, these are my elite soldiers and generals of Dayuan. Although there is a small chaos today, it is just a disease of scabies. As long as my army moves, the world will naturally calm down."

After a while of pride, Zhao Min said to Wudang and the Ming Cult with playful eyes: "I just received care from you on the mountain, and now I don't want to give you a gift, so I'll ask you to go with me to visit Dadu, haha."

With Zhao Min's proud laughter, his subordinates also forgot to eat in the mountains and laughed wildly.

Jing Tian glanced at the ugly faces of the group of people behind him, chuckled and said, "You are a guest, there is no hurry now, I have scabies in front of me, so I can treat it easily now, otherwise it will be annoying."

Ignoring the people behind him who thought that Jing Tian was going to be a lackey, Jing Tian stepped forward slowly, raised his hand and waved it gently in front of him. In addition to Zhao Min's close friends, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, The three or four hundred minions behind Zhao Min were wrapped with their mind power and threw them towards the military formation in the distance.

With the terrifying expressions of the remaining people around and the shouts of hundreds of minions thrown out, the military formation hit by the crowd flying from the sky was in chaos.

"This, this, what kind of magic is this..." Zhao Min was stunned by the scene in front of her, and then she looked at Jing Tian with a smile on her face and kept retreating in horror as if she was seeing a ghost. Peng Di ran into the sedan chair and barely held the sedan chair, so she did not sit on the ground. The remaining men who were let go of Jing Tian also surrounded Zhao Min in panic and looked at Jing Tian with a pale face.

Jing Tian ignored their surprise, looked at the army in chaos thousands of meters away, and narrowed his eyes dangerously. Then he raised his right hand, his palm facing up, his fingers bent inward, and a suppressed wave came out of his palm.

The crowd, suppressed by this fluctuation, gathered their eyes to Jing Tian's raised hands one after another. There was a twist on the palm of Jing Tian's palm, and then a ball of light appeared, and then the light quickly expanded, and finally formed a ball of light as the size of a human head floating above Jing Tian's palm. Such a magical scene stunned everyone...

Jing Tian felt the energy gathered in his hand, and then according to the internal force of the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing, a roar suddenly came out of the light ball. Then, a golden dragon head suddenly broke out from the light ball and rushed into the sky, following closely behind the dragon body, dragon claws, and dragon tails continued to emerge from the light ball on Jing Tian's hand. Finally, a golden dragon dozens of meters high appeared in front of everyone, looking down at the distant army in the air.

"This, this..." Everyone in Wudang and Ming Cult were all stunned by the scene in front of them. After all, they were originally religious scholars. Although they had different beliefs, they were all shocked by the appearance of the dragon. They looked up at the giant dragon that seemed to be connected to the sky, and bursts of thumps sounded, one by one, kneeling or sitting. Only a few masters could barely stand, but they were also trembling.

Not to mention the people who were too scared, Jing Tian was not feeling well at this time. After learning the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, he thought he could bombard a dragon with his own hands, but the fact is not the case. All he beat was an invisible aura that could only distort the air with the sound of dragon roar. The name of the Dragon Subduing Palm was based on the sound of dragon roar. Since Jing Tian learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, he used his own energy to emit only a golden energy accompanied by the sound of dragon roar. The reason why the dragon that appears vividly is that Jing Tian used his mind power to make a mold first and then poured the energy into it to show it.

However, Jing Tian struggled to maintain the golden dragon formed by the mind power mold, and secretly sighed that it was not so easy to pretend to be B. After feeling the same, he controlled the mind power dragon and rushed towards the military formation hundreds of meters away.

"No! No!!!!!!!!!!!" Zhao Min, who finally reacted, cried loudly. He was frightened by the frightened man in the air just now, but now he saw Zhao Min, who was directly slumped on the ground, cried out toward Jing Tian while crawling towards him, trying to stop the next tragedy.

Jing Tian, ​​who was focused on controlling his spiritual sense, had no mind to pay attention to anything else, and controlled the golden dragon and directly collided in the middle of the military formation.

"boom!!!!!!!"

With a shocking sound, a terrifying mushroom cloud soared into the sky among the army thousands of meters away. With the strong wind coming, several martial arts masters who could have barely stood still slowly collapsed to the ground, staring at the scene in front of them in a daze. If Jing Tian had not released the mental power cover to protect everyone, they would probably have been seriously injured at this moment. Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the terrifying scene in front of them, they could only make a sound of unknown meaning...

Jing Tian, ​​who withdrew his mind, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the scene he caused silently and wondering what he was thinking.

It was not Jing Tian's murder, but since he came to ancient times, some thoughts in Jing Tian's heart have been bothering him. From the Northern Song Dynasty to the present, watching the Central Plains constantly invaded by foreign tribes, the people's lives in dire straits, and the hardships of wanton abuse, all kinds of scenes have always impacted Jing Tian's mind. Since the Yuan Dynasty, the people in the Central Plains have fallen into an unprecedented fate of being massacred.

Seeing such a tragic situation on earth, Jing Tian thought about the ten days of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty that would happen in the future due to foreign invasion, Jiading three massacres, and a wave of evil fire continued to churn in Jing Tian's heart. Now facing the 50,000 Mongolian army, it finally broke out.

Jing Tian admitted that he was a little angry. The Nanjing Massacre in Japan killed 300,000 people in China, but only in the Qing Dynasty, Yangzhou was slaughtered more than 800,000 Han people, not to mention the third massacre of Jiading. Therefore, Jing Tian hated the Qing Dynasty and Yuan Meng even more Japan. In reality, Jing Tian had an indescribable disgust about the TV series and movies of the Qing Dynasty.

(Baidu Manchu Massacre, the massacre policy in the early Qing Dynasty reduced China's population from more than 51 million in the first year of Taichang of Emperor Guangzong of Ming Dynasty to more than 10 million.)

Therefore, what I saw in the martial arts world made Jing Tian always have the idea of ​​returning to the real world and killing. Fortunately, Jing Tian was still awake and suppressed this evil fire, but now he was finally hit by the Yuan Dynasty army.

Jing Tian held his hands behind his back, looked at the slowly dispersed fireworks, and then watched most of them disappear, only a small number of them were missing, and their legs were broken, and they were scattered. There were not many Mongolian remnants left, and a feeling of pity in his heart kept hitting his brain. It made Jing Tian frown...

After all, although I was not as good as "sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and covering gauze lamps", I also respected life very much. Now, after venting, my regret naturally increased greatly. For a moment, the two thoughts of hatred for foreign races and respect for life kept turning around in my mind, and a thought of disgust lingered. The interest in continuing to stay in the martial arts world also disappeared.

"You, you..." Zhao Min saw the scene of corpses in the distance, and the large pit that should have been a 50,000 army, but now it is a kilometer-range pit. She raised her hand tremblingly and pointed at Jing Tian's face, trembling with hatred and shock, unable to speak.

The irritated Jing Tian withdrew his far-sighted gaze and looked at Zhao Min calmly and said, "What am I?"

Hearing Jing Tian's words and seeing Jing Tian's gaze coming, Zhao Min was too frightened and collapsed on the ground and rubbed backwards until she leaned against the tilted sedan chair.

"Slaughter, butcher." Zhao Min said reluctantly, and wanted to ask questions, but after trembling for a long time, he could barely spit out a few words...

"Butcher..." Jing Tian turned his head and looked at the big pit in the distance again, and said calmly: "Since you invaded the Central Plains, there are countless times the number of people in the Central Plains who have died today. If I were a butcher, then what are you?"

When he heard Jing Tian's words, whether it was Zhao Min's master and servant, or the Wudang and the Ming Cult who had been influenced by Zhao Min's words, he was stunned in his heart.

I didn't care about what everyone thought. Jing Tian, ​​who was growing disgusted with the martial arts world, didn't want to stay here anymore. He spoke to Zhang Sanfeng: "Okay, now it's up, you can clean up the rest of the endgame, I'll leave, you can do it yourself..." After saying that, without waiting for Zhang Sanfeng to speak, his body slowly rose. After looking at everyone again, he soared into the sky in awe of a group of people, and disappeared after the sonic booms...

A group of people looked at each other, but they could not raise the desire to bully the pitiful Zhao Min now. They could only stand up silently and start cleaning up the mess under the leadership of Zhang Sanfeng. However, the scene that happened in front of them today was deeply remembered by them, and they didn't know if it would have any impact on their future lives...

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