Unscrupulous Veterinary Medicine Chapter 336: Tantra of the Western Regions
Tantra of the Western Regions
Murong turned into a purple shadow and headed towards the place where the space fluctuated. However, the extremely weak power of space made it difficult for Murong Feng's spiritual thoughts to move at all, and he could not identify the direction at all. His spatial magical powers and innate abilities should look pure.
There are still such masters in space. In this era when energy is so scarce on Earth, there are still such masters.
As the space rippled, Murong Feng continued to follow up. This person could actually use teleportation like a Taoist master, but the teleportation distance was very short, only a few hundred miles. He continued to move forward, until he reached three thousand
The border of the Western Region, which is a few miles away, has been a land of barbarians since ancient times, and there have been many strong barbarians. It has never had any contact with the China of China since ancient times. A large part of it was due to Murong Feng's destruction of the Kunlun Dao Sect.
The strong man went to the Middle-earth to look for trouble again.
The Western Region also belongs to the lineage of Buddhism, but it is a Tantric practitioner. It is even called the Yellow Sect and the Red Sect. Murong Feng followed the power of space all the way to the vicinity of the Snow Mountain in the Western Region. This is the territory of the Tantric Red Sect’s trumpet. These Tantric members
Practitioners cannot help but indulge in sexual intercourse with women, and most of the practices are evil practices such as joyful meditation.
When he thought of this, Murong Feng even had the urge to die. If a few girls encountered such an encounter, Murong Feng would not be able to atone for his sins even if he died. Don't let anything happen! Otherwise, I will let the three people from the Western Regions
Not a blade of grass grows for thousands of miles, blood flows into a river, and the foundation of Tantric Buddhism is broken.
Divine thoughts surged outside like a tide. Nothing on the ground within a radius of three thousand miles could escape Murong Feng's divine thoughts. A divine force no less powerful than Murong Feng also appeared in the Potala Palace in the Western Region.
The two sides engaged in a brief confrontation in the air. Murong Feng's spiritual thoughts were so overbearing. The purple ax of spirit mercilessly cut off every trace of the opponent's spiritual thoughts, causing the other party to flee in fear.
Sure enough, you guys are the ones behind the trumpets. If you dare to touch my woman, I will make you suffer a terrible death. Thinking of this, Murong Feng's body was like thunder, with lightnings swirling around him. The thunderous steps in the sky directly spanned the distance of thousands of miles, as if it were a short distance.
Teleport directly to the sky above the Potala Palace.
The majestic and solemn Potala Palace turned into an evil place in Murong Feng's eyes. A thunderous sound exploded in the sky, shouting: "The trumpet of the Western Regions, the martial arts cultivators of our clan and you have always been like water."
If you don't violate the river, you bunch of bastard horns actually fished across the boundary and dared to touch my uncle's women. Hand over the three of them. If there is a hair missing, I will let this place turn to the ground."
"Ah Mi Doufu, this is our Holy Land of Esoteric Buddhism in the Western Regions. Why can't you, a junior like you, act so wildly? Who is your master? You actually handed over such an arrogant disciple like you. Today, I will take your master to teach you well."
I'll teach you a lesson." Dozens of loudspeakers suddenly appeared all around, all with their palms clasped together. A skinny old loudspeaker in red walked out of the white staircase in the middle. His eyes were so turbid and so majestic that people dared not look at him directly.
See.
"The loudspeaker of the Red Sect, you are so strong in spiritual cultivation. Your body is already close to the edge of decay. Do you want to take off your stinky skin and get the idea of eternal life? You, the Red Sect, big speaker, only cultivate the spirit, without any trace of carnal desires, in order to achieve spiritual freedom."
Wu Jing, it seems that the actions of several of my friends are not caused by your Red Sect, but even so, it has nothing to do with your Red Sect." Murong Feng is a master who can't be ignored. The three Taoist sects are so huge.
They are also afraid that a Red Cultist is just a trumpet with spiritual cultivation.
"Ah Mi Doufu, you are so aggressive. I, the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions, are not as easy to talk to as the Zen Sect of your Central Plains. The Nine-Character Mantra, Lin."
The old trumpet's turbid eyes flashed brightly, and the aura on his body gradually became stronger. He formed a seal with his hands, and a golden lotus actually appeared on the top of his head. The golden lotus was extremely sacred. It opened twelve petals, and each petal seemed to possess
The supreme power struck Murong Feng directly between his eyebrows.
A huge and majestic spiritual power was rippling in the void. Murong Feng's body seemed to be greatly imprisoned. The void was banned. Such a strong spiritual cultivation. Murong Feng snorted disdainfully and struck out with heavy punches, mixed with violent and pure
With his arrogant power, he punched out, the void collapsed, and the imprisoned spiritual power was immediately shaken away.
Murong Feng's eyes were extremely majestic, and he said in a deep voice: "Old Trumpet, you are playing with fire. I thought it was not easy for you to practice, so I wanted to let you go. Are you, the Red Sect of the Western Regions, bullying me, and there is no one in the middle of the country? Are you doing this?
I'm looking for death, I'm really looking for death. If I don't hand over my woman, I will let this place bleed for thousands of miles."
A blue explosion flashed, and the body instantly exploded about ten feet. The purple divine power covered the body, like a god of war descending, sacred and inviolable. The spirit of the old trumpet could no longer be suppressed. Murong Feng shouted loudly, like thunder, how could the ancient Chinese protoss be so powerful?
It is domineering, and it is the skill of the Supreme Demon Fighting Emperor of the God Clan. How can it be compared to the mere barbarians?
"No, the ancient secret method, the strong man who became a god in the flesh, who is this person? Disciples retreat." The old trumpet finally saw the terror of Murong Feng. It was really terrifying. How could this strong man come for no reason?
Go to the Red Sect of the Western Regions, and the Red Sect of the Western Regions has always kept aloof from the world, and this strong man has repeatedly emphasized that his friend was arrested.
"Wait a minute, respected descendant of the ancient powerful man, I think there is a misunderstanding between us. Someone deliberately put the blame on our Red Sect. Moreover, our Red Sect has always kept aloof from the world. For thousands of years, we have never acted without permission.
When you step into the territory of Middle-earth, you will never catch your friends." There was a hint of peace in the voice of the old trumpet.
Murong Feng didn't want to kill for no reason, but he still yelled loudly and said: "Old monk, don't give me any excuses. I have been chasing a space wave from China and disappeared near your Potala Palace.
It’s not your Red Sect’s fault, and it has nothing to do with your Red Sect. Either you surrender today, or the Red Sect’s blood will flow to you, it’s your choice!”
"Heirs of ancient powerful men, please listen to what the old monk has to say. We, the Red Sect, have always only cultivated the spirit and paid attention to dragging away the stinky skin and achieving eternal life. But now someone is deliberately blaming the Red Sect. Of course, the Red Sect cannot sit idly by and watch. Someone is
I want to deliberately use the hands of strong men to eradicate our Red Sect and reap the benefits of others. As far as I know, there are more than one master in the Western Region who can cultivate the magical power of space. In order to prove the innocence of the Red Sect, old monk, I am willing to lead the strong
Let's go check them one by one." In order to survive the Red Sect, Lao Xiaoxiao had to compromise, and he really offended a person that no one from their lineage in the Western Region could offend.
Murong Feng returned to his normal height and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense and take me to find someone quickly. You cultivators from the Western Regions are so brave to step into my territory of Middle-earth without permission. Humph! Find me."
My friend, it’s okay, if there’s even a hair missing, I will make this three thousand miles radius turn into flat ground.”