Winter is approaching, snow is falling heavily, and the biting wind is raging on the top of Otguhulan Mountain in November.

At midnight, the dark clouds hung low and were as gloomy as ink. There was no moonlight between the sky and the earth. In this thick and irreversible darkness, a burly figure stood upright on the top of the mountain like a spear piercing the sky.

He had a rough face, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were burning with blazing murderous intent. Even the violent storm and snow on the top of the mountain were frightened by him, and they surrendered to him, whimpering and not daring to come near.

At the foot of the mountain, a series of extremely luxurious yurts were camped here, and the stars guarded the king's tent in the center of the camp like a moon.

Despite the strong wind and snow, the entire camp was brightly lit, and the aroma of wine, meat, and powder accompanied by the sounds of singing, dancing, and banquets created a scene of enjoyment in the ice and snow.

The owner of the royal tent is none other than the third son of Genghis Khan, the current Great Khan of Mongolia, Borji Jin Ogedei.

Since Wokuotai succeeded to the throne, externally, he destroyed the Jin Dynasty in the south and conquered Europe in the west. He was invincible in all directions. Internally, he made great use of the talents of Yelu and Chu, practiced Han law, opened schools and recruited scholars, and the country became increasingly prosperous.

In the life of this emperor, the only person who ever threatened him was his youngest brother, the fourth son of Genghis Khan, Borjijin Tolei.

Genghis Khan had four sons. The eldest son, Shuchi, had doubts about his origins and had always been disliked by Genghis Khan. The second son, Chagatai, had a fiery temperament and openly competed with Shuchi many times, which was difficult for the public to expect. Therefore, at that time, only those who were expected to compete for the throne of Khan were

The third son Wo Kuotai and the youngest son Tuo Lei.

Before Genghis Khan died, because Tore was young and had little military success, he chose the mature and prudent Ogedei to succeed him as Khan.

However, according to Mongolian tradition, the youngest son is the son who inherits the family business.

There were people in the palace who adhered to the old system and advocated the establishment of the youngest son Tuolei, opposing Genghis Khan's last decree.

The two forces were so at odds that the throne was vacant for two years, during which time the country was overseen by Tou Lei.

Until the autumn of 1229 AD, in order to elect a new Great Khan, the Mongolian princes and important ministers gathered together and held the Khuritai Conference according to tradition.

The conference lasted for forty days, and Ogedai was in a state of chaos. With the support of Chagatai, he finally convinced Torre, who valued love and righteousness, with brotherly love, suppressed all opposition forces, and ascended the throne justifiably.

However, after that, Torre conquered the north and south, and his achievements increased day by day. High achievements and superiority were the most taboo among ministers. And Torre's identity was even more special to the extreme.

How could he allow others to sleep peacefully beside the couch? Wo Kuotai felt like a lump in his throat, and he finally decided to attack his younger brother.

Through the mouth of a shaman, he claimed that he was seriously ill and needed a close relative to die in order to survive.

When Torre learned of this, he rushed back to the king's tent at starry night and saw Ogedai seriously ill in bed. He was very anxious. The love of brotherhood and the loyalty of king and minister made him voluntarily drink the shaman's cleansing water and die in lieu of death.

It was already the winter of 1241 AD, nine years had passed since Torre's death.

Wokuotai and a group of princes and nobles returned from hunting and camped in the Etegu Hulan Mountain, preparing for a banquet.

The night was dark, and the man on the top of the mountain narrowed his eyes and stared at the Mongolian camp at the foot of the mountain. His left hand was tucked into his sleeve, and he kept making calculations. His right hand held the sword formula, and a green lotus loomed in his palm.

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"Hey, Su He, if the people of Jin and Song know that you are here, I will burst into laughter." A joking voice suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

This voice is erratic, seeming to come from thousands of miles away, and yet seems to be so close to the ear. The sound is so unique that people cannot distinguish between men, women, old and young. It is filled with an inhuman quality. Although the voice is not loud, no matter how the cold wind roars,

Neither can cover it up.

Su He turned a deaf ear to this and continued to calculate. In his eyes, countless tantric mantras were wandering around the Mongolian camp, and golden lotuses were born and destroyed, forming an impregnable Buddha's light array. Under the Buddha's light, the evil aura was deep.

Deep, faintly, there are evil spirits and demons lurking in the dark.

"Even if you slay this dragon, and your brothers are still here, you won't be the emperor anyway, so why bother doing this loss-making business. Oh, what a loss, what a loss..." The voice babbled, contented with it.

He kept talking happily.

Su He said expressionlessly: "I just asked you to borrow the sword, but I never said I wanted to listen to your nonsense."

The voice smiled coquettishly: "Borrowing a sword is a business, talking is a favor."

"Hey, it's time." The voice suddenly changed its tone and said seriously.

Before he finished speaking, Su He had already jumped up, his hands making hand gestures as if they were flying, moving the mysterious heaven and earth, and his body plummeting like a meteor, straight towards the Mongolian camp at the foot of the mountain.

At the same time, a ray of pale moonlight pierced the dark clouds in the sky and shone just above the camp. The Buddha's Light Formation communicated the heaven and earth with the supreme Tantric mantra and was established by the power of nature. At this time, Su He took advantage of the flow of heaven and earth.

Using the power of the moonlight, the terrain changes, causing the entire formation to suddenly come to a standstill.

Su He seized this fleeting flaw, roared loudly, stretched his muscles, and moved his hands towards the Buddha's Light Formation to tear it apart. Two invisible giant forces were like two giant hands inserted into the Buddha's Light Formation, tearing it apart.

It breaks every inch.

However, countless golden lotuses instantly ignited into the wrath of King Ming, and the Bodhisattva even lowered his eyebrows with the wrath of Vajra!

Invisible flames burned toward Su He's body. Under the flames, two strange black energies rose into the sky, forming the appearance of bones, gods, and eagles... they also came directly from Su He.

Su He snorted coldly, the green lotus in his palm shook, and sword energy suddenly shot into the sky. The heavy dark clouds were shattered by the endless sword energy, and streaks of pure white moonlight penetrated the sky and the earth.

Su He chanted loudly: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuangxue Ming..." Suddenly, the moonlight and the sword energy merged, and at this time the moon and the sword were no longer different. Where the moonlight shined, the ferocious flames and black energy were swept away.

They were all destroyed, and even the violent storm and snow between heaven and earth stopped at this moment.

In the Mongolian camp, an old monk who was sitting slumped suddenly opened his eyes. He chanted the name of the Buddha. Before the Sanskrit sound fell, his body had disappeared from where he was.

At the same time, in another part of the camp, two shamans who were praying on the ground looked at each other, shook the bone staff in their hands, and turned into black energy and disappeared from the place.

In the camp, the night guards looked up to the sky in unison. They could not see what was happening in the sky, but an instinctive fear made these warriors who had fought many battles feel breathless.

Suddenly, the originally dark sky was filled with moonlight, and the silver light reflected the snow. Everywhere they looked, there was a vast expanse of white. The next moment, they saw an unforgettable scene. In the moonlight, a figure looked like the presence of a god.

Fan, fell from the sky.

In the king's tent, there are beauties and strong drinkers, making endless noises. The Great Khan of Mongolia is sitting on the throne in his vast palace, drinking to his heart's content.

Suddenly, a ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared in the king's tent, and then two black energy transformed into shamans and appeared in front of the throne of Wokuotai. A group of dancing girls and banquet nobles looked at the three people who suddenly appeared, and looked at each other.

, there was a strange silence in the royal tent.

Wo Kuotai asked displeasedly: "Three masters, what happened?"

Before he finished speaking, a violent cold wind suddenly broke through the entrance of the king's tent. Outside the king's tent, a figure walked straight towards Wokuotai without any hurry or slowness, looking at the many guards as if they were nothing.

Guarding the king's tent is a supreme honor. Those who have this honor, without exception, are brave and good warriors who have drank their fill of blood. On the battlefield, it is no lie that one can stop a hundred.

But at this time, facing Su He, no one had the courage to step forward. The moon was like water, the sky and the earth were white, and many people knelt on the ground, muttering to themselves, praying for the gods' protection and forgiveness.

In the king's tent, everyone felt a real murderous intent rushing towards them, as if a beast was licking their throats. The dancers had already huddled aside, shivering and not daring to say a word. The nobles

Sweating in cold sweat, they all looked towards Wokuotai.

"Where's the wine?" Wo Kuotai asked, raising his gold cup.

The waiter looked like he was about to cry, his hands were trembling as he filled Ogedai with wine.

Wokuotai drank all the wine in one gulp and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"The one who slays the dragon!" Su He replied in Mongolian.

"How outrageous!" the shaman shouted, reciting incantations and shaking his bone staff.

Su He paused, and in his perception, the royal tent, the emperor, and the old monk were all gone.

Mountains of bones and blood flowed across the river, and the original Mongolian camp turned into a hell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Two shamans transformed into giant giants with two horns on their heads. They were hideous and terrifying. White bones loomed on their bodies, and there were streaks of black flames.

entangled in it.

Su He pressed the green lotus in his palm against his chest. The green lotus glowed with a watery green light and gradually disappeared.

"Pretend to be a ghost! Now, you can try your methods." Su He watched Qinglian disappear and said with a sneer. Then his eyes widened, the blood energy around his body circulated violently, and the sweat directly turned into steam, and the whole person was like a molten rock.

Steel and wrought iron ovens are common.

The two giants roared, and their fists the size of a small mountain hit Su He involuntarily with earth-shattering power.

The giant's fist covered the sky and the earth, and there was no way to avoid it. It hit Su He accurately, and even the earth was cracked by this unparalleled force. The shaman succeeded with one blow, but he didn't look happy at all.

"Open!" Su He roared, the mountains shook and the earth shook. The giant transformed by the shaman groaned, and the fist that hit Su He turned into black energy and dissipated. Then a figure rose into the sky, brazenly fighting with the two men.

Two behemoths fought together.

Everyone in the king's tent saw the shaman shake his bone staff, and the intruder's footsteps stopped.

Then, the Tantric Living Buddha, who was regarded as a god by everyone, pronounced the name of the Buddha, and the appearance of the Great Sun Tathagata loomed behind him. His body was white flesh, with thirty-two signs and eighty good qualities, his hands were tied in the fist seal of wisdom, and he wore a crown of five Buddhas.

, wearing wonderful heavenly clothes.

Flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses surged from the ground. All worries disappeared instantly, and everyone was mesmerized. However, an illusory green lotus suddenly appeared on the body of the intruder.

Buddha’s light is everywhere.

Then, the earth shook, and both the guards outside the king's tent and the nobles, dancers, and waiters inside felt an overwhelming torrent rushing towards their faces.

Although this impact was invisible and formless, it was so powerful that there was no room for resistance. Everyone's consciousness seemed to be thrown to the sky in an instant, and then was smashed deeply into the abyss.

The Buddha's light receded, the green lotus dissipated, and the two shamans bleed from their orifices. They fell to the ground and could not struggle. Except for Wo Kuotai, the shamans and the tantric living Buddhas, everyone in the Mongolian camp was affected by the earthquake just now.

Lost consciousness.

Su He's lips were bleeding, but he still approached the emperor on the throne step by step, as if nothing could slow him down.

Wo Kuotai tore off his brocade clothes, pulled out his scimitar, roared like a vicious wolf, got up and pounced on Su He.

Su He sneered, using his parallel fingers as a sword, he pointed directly at Wo Kuotai's eyebrows like lightning.

However, this finger suddenly stopped less than an inch away from Wokuotai.

Taoist talismans, Tantric mantras, shamanic incantations... countless prayers formed a dragon-shaped shadow to block Su He's killing finger.

Su He missed a blow, and the injuries he suffered in the fight immediately backfired, almost making him unsteady.
To be continued...