The grassland in the morning light.

Monk Dingwen flew barefoot on the grassland, and his shoes had long been worn out.

The grassland in winter is endless and white, with occasional weeds adorning it, and the strong wind is as sharp as a knife.

The golden cassock floated, and the innate true energy was exposed. It curled snowflakes to form a snow dragon, whistling towards a tribe of about 5,000 people.

Tuge Tribe, a grand banquet is being held.

"Great immortality! Thank you for giving our brave warriors of the tribe - Wuchamu! With Wuchamu, we can go to the Central Plains and plunder the food, clothes, iron tools, women, and craftsmen of the Han people..."

"Plunder everything we can see and help our tribe survive this sad winter!"

The king of the Tuge tribe raised his wine glass in satisfaction and said.

Then he called a young man from their tribe to his side and continued, "Wuchamu, you have a strong body, an eagle-like eyes, and a wolf-like heart; thank you for the Heaven of Changsheng, you were born in my tribe."

"You are the most genius boy in the tribe. You practice barbarism well and go to the Central Plains to grab more things in the future! I heard that you killed more than a dozen Han people and stolen five Han girls this time. I decided to reward them to you!"

When Wu Chamu heard the king in the tribe praise him like this and reward him, he was excited to beat his chest with his hands and said, "Thank you, King!"

"Enemy attack!" Suddenly, a scream came from outside.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Chamu rushed outside like a leopard.

Then, he saw a snow dragon rushing towards him in the world with golden colors.

The next moment, his head fell to the ground.

When the king of Tuge tribe came out, he found that the genius in his tribe was dead.

In the distance, a long dragon made of ice and snow is still moving forward.

On the dawn grassland, near the Central Plains, the barbarian tribes here knelt on the ground in horror and prayed for the arrival of immortality to punish the Han monk who killed their tribe genius.

"Great immortality, you have the ability to subdue dragons and tigers, and the power of overwhelming mountains and seas. Even the eagles in the sky cannot touch your existence. As your people, we ask you to punish the evil monk."

"Great immortality, open your sleeping eyes and take a look, the evil Han monk has broken the future on our grassland and our roots!"

"Great immortality, save your people!"

A barbarian wizard wearing animal skin knelt on the ground and kept calling out to their immortality.

As a wizard of Huyan tribe, he has the power to fight against first-class masters in the Central Plains. However, half an hour ago, a monk rushed into the tribe and killed five young men with cultivation qualifications.

As a first-class master, he only saw the figure of the monk. The monk showed his power like a mountain, which made him feel a sense of horror. He retreated. After the monk left, he came out to appease the tribe's people.

Monk Dingwen continued to run on the grassland. His originally slightly fat figure lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face gradually turned golden.

"Everyone says that I am Buddhist, avoiding the world in troubled times and preaching in prosperous times."

"I say that I am not engaged in production in Buddhism and occupying mountains."

"Amitabha, let me write to the people of the Central Plains today that my Buddhists have begun to enter the world."

"The Buddha is above, and the little monk is unwilling to kill, but the barbarians in the grassland are harassing our Han people every year. Today, the little monk kills one person, and may be able to save our hundred Han people in the future."

"Forgive me, World Honored One."

Yelu tribe, Mantu tribe, Nanshan tribe, Wuming tribe...

Dozens of tribes near the Dagan Dynasty of the Central Plains were swept by Dingwen within one day.

Each tribe has one to five teenagers with cultivation qualifications killed.

Thousands of barbarian cavalry chased Dingwen, trying to keep him on the grassland; but even if they had superb riding skills, they could not catch up with the innate peak warriors.

Often when they gathered their troops and wanted to chase them, they found that Dingwen had gone far away and could only vaguely see the rainbow-like snowy dragon.

Finally, the tribe's wizards released the grassland snow eagles that had been trained for a long time, and asked them to take the news to the larger tribe and ask for their help.

"puff"

A mouthful of dark golden blood spurted out, and the breath in his body became messy. Dingwen knew that he would not last long.

He stopped killing, walked to a rock, and sat cross-legged.

The golden robes were already worn out, and the snow-white beard was covered with blood. Dingwen's eyes were soft, looking at the Tianji Mountains in the distance.

He suddenly had the impulse to rush over, and in the last breath of his life, he rushed over to see if he could climb over the mountain that was unknown, whether he could walk out of this mountain that no one had walked out, and see the outside world.

When the impulse became stronger and stronger, he stood up.

At this time, his face was no longer golden, and the breath in his body suddenly boiled.

In the stage of returning to the light, Dingwen grinned.

He adjusted his direction, looked at the Tianji Mountains, and took a step.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

Just as Dingwen was about to take the second step, a thick voice interrupted him.

Dingwen sighed slightly.

He slowly turned around and saw a big man about two meters tall appearing behind him. The big man was dark-skinned and wearing an apron woven with tiger skin. His upper body was covered with mysterious totems, and a huge axe made of stone was on his back.

"Holy Mahamu" Mahamu took a step forward, and the initial pressure spread out. The surrounding snowflakes and dust seemed to be hit by an invisible shock wave, shaking.

"I am a monk, the Great Wu Dynasty, Tianhong Temple of the Han family, Dingwen."

"Is it comfortable to kill? But you have to know that there are countless teenagers in my Holy Clan."

"The barbarian tribe is the barbarian tribe, what is the holy tribe?" Dingwen smiled.

"You are still a monk, and even children can do it? Will your Buddha forgive you?"

"You can do it? I slaughter my Han people and enslave my Han people. That's how your immortality teaches you?"

"Why do you Han people occupy so much fertile land? What crime do I have for my barbarians? I can only guard the barren grasslands?"

"Because you can't beat us," Ding Wenli said for granted.

"Monk, even if you are the peak of your innate nature, I, Mahamu, will stop you from killing!" Mahamu said furiously when he heard this.

The next moment, the mysterious totem on his body seemed to come alive, and a breathtaking twisting feeling was heard. He took out the giant axe behind him and slashed it at Dingwen, sharp and decisive.

"Man Gu opens the sky!"

A larger axe phantom was reflected on the stone axe, falling from the sky with sharp light, hitting Dingwen's protective energy hard.

Dingwen's protective energy shattered in an instant with a "click" sound, like an egg shell.

A phantom flashed, and a blood mark appeared from Dingwen's head, and dark golden blood slowly flowed out.

Mahamu was stunned.

"It's a pity that I couldn't climb over that mountain."

Dingwen looked at the Tianji Mountains in the distance and sighed slightly.

A gust of wind blew, and from the upper body, Dingwen's body turned into a golden light all over the sky, being taken away by the wind on the grassland, and drifted towards the Tianji Mountains.

A round relic appeared where Dingwen stood, but there were a few subtle red marks on the relic.

Mahamu stood there blankly without moving, and did not come back to his senses. He killed a peak of innate with an axe?

At the same time, the Dawu Dynasty and the Tianhong Temple.

Dingwu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the West, tears slid silently.

A little novice monk wearing a white monk's robe next to him asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

The little monk has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and is very energetic, about five or six years old.

"Your uncle, you have passed away," Dingwu closed his eyes and said.

The little monk touched his bald head and suddenly wanted to cry.

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Two days later.

The long-silent rivers and lakes were boiling.

A craze for martial arts practice emerged in the entire Three Kingdoms of the Central Plains.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Master Dingwen of the Dawu Dynasty fought thousands of miles a day, crossing the air, walking on the snow without scars, and extremely arrogantly ran to Kyoto with only one move to seriously injured Xiao Jin, the commander of the Jinyiwei and the commander of the Eastern Factory.

Then he crossed the two countries alone, went deep into the grasslands, and fought bloody battles with the barbarians.

Kill 51 genius young men of barbarians, and finally compete with the innate barbarian masters in the depths of the grassland, and then disappear without a trace.

However, news came out of the barbarians that Dingwen was killed by Mahamu, a congenital master of the barbarians, leaving only a blood-colored relics.

As soon as this news came out, all the martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains almost laughed out loud.

The innate peak master was killed by you, a barbarian?

Why don’t you say that your immortality has come to earth?

Even Xiao Jin, who was recuperating in the imperial city, couldn't help but smile. His handsome face, his slightly narrowed eyes, and his white hair fell casually. This smile really made him look like a beautiful smile.

This scene made the palace maids who were taking care of each other stunned.
To be continued...