Before they reached the side hall, a large shadow fell, bringing an unimaginable sense of oppression.
This kind of fear stemmed from the instinctive reverence of living beings when compared to their own huge objects.
Wu Wuji had captured a side hall and suppressed Ning Chen. In the eyes of everyone in the throne room square, it was as if a god of war had descended!
"Emperor Wen is invincible!"
It was unknown which Imperial Guard was the first to shout.
The rest of the imperial guards shouted at the same time.
The sound waves surged into the sky, and the aura was terrifying.
"Emperor Wen is invincible!"
"Emperor Wen is invincible!"
"Emperor Wen is invincible!"
……
Ning Chen held one hand behind his back and sent a palm towards the falling side hall.
"Great Compassion Prajna Palm!"
"Buzz!"
Around the void, faint Sanskrit chants sounded, and Buddhist chants were endless.
The True Qi of the Buddhist Sect surged and gathered into a huge golden palm. The Buddhist might was vast and mighty as it slapped toward the side hall with the power to split mountains and rivers.
A loud bang sounded.
The massive side hall collapsed in the air.
The pillars broke, the foundation collapsed, and the entire palace was blown up, turning into countless broken stones and wood chips that flew everywhere.
Ning Chen took a step forward and used the Endless Bitter Sea to close the distance as if he had teleported.
"Buzz! Ah!吽!”
At the same time, the tip of Ning Chen's tongue exploded with thunder. His mouth was filled with Sanskrit, and a mighty and supreme Buddhist incantation was emitted from his mouth.
It was the Tathagata Divine Palm, Fo Wen Jia Lan!
This was a sound technique that was hard to guard against.
Ning Chen's lips touched, and golden ripples rippled in the air, deafening the deaf.
The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, covered his ears and revealed a pained expression.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Chen crossed thousands of meters from the square and arrived in front of the throne room, facing Wu Wuji.
"You!"
Wu Wuji's pupils constricted. He had no time to react.
Ning Chen's palm, which was behind his back, suddenly struck out and hit the other party's chest.
"Peng!"
A wave of air exploded behind Wu Wuji, and his dragon robe was torn apart.
As for his entire body, he arched his body, his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets, and he spat out blood.
In the next moment, Wu Wuji flew backward like a cannonball.
He walked all the way into the throne room, plowing the ground with his feet, but he still could not stop himself from falling, heavily crashing into the supreme and gorgeous dragon throne.
With a thud, the golden screen behind the dragon throne caved in.
However, the dragon throne was made of an unknown treasure, and it was actually fine. It was indeed worthy of being a treasure that represented the imperial power on the same level as the jade seal.
"Pfft-"
The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, who was leaning against the dragon throne, spat out a mouthful of blood again. He touched his chest with a shocked expression.
If it weren't for the Heavenly Silkworm Golden Silk Armor, Ning Chen's palm would have shattered his internal organs.
Even so, the Heavenly Silkworm Golden Silk Armor was impenetrable by weapons, water, and fire. It was a treasure in the pugilistic world, but it had already been destroyed by Ning Chen's palm.
At this moment, Ning Chen was dressed in a white monk robe and walked into the throne room calmly.
The throne room was spacious and tall, and it was extremely luxurious.
The floor was paved with special bricks made of glass, reflecting Ning Chen's figure.
There were carved beams and painted pillars all around, and golden dragons coiled around them, looking mighty and noble.
This place represented the highest authority of the Great Zhou Imperial Court.
Even if all the officials went to court, not everyone could enter the throne room to discuss matters with the Emperor personally.
Only the nobles could stand in the throne room and participate in this game of power.
Ning Chen looked at the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, who was sitting on the dragon throne and said indifferently,"What's wrong? This Penniless Monk hasn't even gotten serious yet, and you can't do it?”
The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, glared at him. His heart was filled with anger and humiliation.
Who had the most face in the world was undoubtedly the Emperor.
The person who cared the most about face in the world was undoubtedly the emperor!
Being beaten up by a monk, the Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji's face was boiling hot. How humiliating was that?
"Miao Chen! You will be executed by this one!"
Wu Wuji circulated the Emperor of Extremity's Dao technique with all his might, and his eyes were dyed with a thick layer of purple.
Purple True Qi, which represented nobility, burst out of Wu Wuji's body and let out a dragon roar.
"Ha!"
Wu Wuji raised his hands toward the red pillars in the throne room and grabbed at them.
The two golden dragons coiled on the pillar seemed to have come back to life.
The golden dragon stretched its body and lowered its mighty dragon head. One on the left and one on the right, it fought with Ning Chen.
Wu Wuji took this opportunity to shout,""I am the True Dragon Son of Heaven. The fate of the country and the Qi of the True Dragon are all on me!”
"Roar!"
In the deepest part of the palace, the dormant dragon vein seemed to have awakened.
Suddenly, wisps of golden aura rose from the ground. It was extremely mysterious and quickly entered Wu Wuji's body.
Ning Chen grabbed the golden dragons 'claws with both hands and threw them to the left and right with unimaginable divine power.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The Throne Room trembled as if it had entered a demolition team.
Ning Chen then circulated the Maha-Vairocana Divine Art and poured the pure Yang True Qi in his body into the golden dragon.
Although Cao Zhengchun's Tiangang Boy Technique was also known as the purest Yang, it was still far from Ning Chen's Maha-Vairocana Divine Technique.
The other was the Pure Yang Genuine Qi that he had cultivated by relying on the Pure Yang Essence Qi of a child.
One was the Great Sun True Qi that was cultivated with the help of Maha-Vairocana's vast Buddhist might.
There was no need to compare to know who was better.
In a few breaths, the golden dragon emitted a scorching red light and quickly melted into golden liquid, flowing on the glass floor.
He raised his head and looked at Wu Wuji, who was continuously absorbing the True Dragon Qi, and his eyes flashed.
"Is this the True Dragon Qi? It seems to be quite beneficial for cultivation."
Ning Chen retracted his palm and looked at Wu Wuji who was sitting on the dragon throne. He was not in a hurry to attack.
"If I sign in at the throne room, I wonder what my reward will be.”
Ning Chen's eyes sparkled as he thought to himself,""System, I am signing in at the throne room.”
[Ding-dong. Congratulations to the host for signing in successfully. Reward: Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture x1!]”
Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture
It was rumored that it was a peerless cultivation technique created by the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Guangde Bodhisattva in order to subdue demons and suppress ghosts and monsters. It had the reputation of being the number one divine power of the Buddhist sect.
" Mighty Heavenly Dragon?!"
Ning Chen was overjoyed and immediately chose to learn it.
Suddenly, golden light filled his sea of consciousness, and a dragon's roar pierced through the nine heavens.
A golden heavenly dragon flew around, and the shadow of the mighty heavenly dragon Guangde Bodhisattva appeared. He formed a Buddhist seal with his hands and attacked with mysterious moves.
The scarlet-gold Mighty Heavenly Dragon moved in a specific trajectory. It was the circulation path of the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture!
"Cultivating the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture requires True Dragon Qi. Isn't this the right time?”
Ning Chen immediately followed the trajectory displayed by the Mighty Heavenly Dragon and circulated the Mighty Heavenly Dragon Scripture.
In an instant, more than half of the rich dragon energy in the throne room was divided and rushed into Ning Chen's body.
Golden True Dragon Qi rushed over and drowned Ning Chen.
"What?"
The Emperor of Culture, Wu Wuji, cried out involuntarily. His eyes widened, and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
"How is that possible?"
"Impossible! How could a mere monk touch my True Dragon Qi!？”
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