Chapter 2836

"Ding, you have successfully performed the 'Qi inducing skill'."

With the sound in my mind, the immortal soul point decreased sharply by 5000.

"It's really not easy to capture the incense and fire accumulated in the hanging temple for thousands of years."

Zhao Fang sighed to himself.

White lotus root can be human body, but it is not perfect.

Incense is a Buddhist deity!

It contains a huge power of faith, which is of great benefit to nourish and cultivate the soul.

Zhao Fang didn't fix incense and didn't want to waste it, so he added it to Nezha, just to help him calm the power of white lotus root, reshape the true spirit and make the best use of everything.

Otherwise.

With his remnant soul now, even if he integrates into the white lotus root, it is difficult to really control this treasure.

After all.

The white lotus root is one of the most miraculous treasures in the fairyland.

Of course, Qi drawing... Zhao Fang has never learned it.

It's completely a surface affectation. It actually consumes immortal soul points and uses the power of the system.

"That's all I can do. Next, it's up to you!"

Looking at the white lotus root shrouded in incense and fire, Zhao Fang said faintly.

10% of Qi introduction.

The incense and fire in the niches of other Buddhist halls in the hanging Temple seems to be sucked by mysterious forces, turned into white Jiaos, and gathered towards the white lotus root.

The abbot of the dark lamp outside was shocked directly.

Because, from his point of view, dozens of incense dragons are flying around the Buddha Hall where he lives, which is very spectacular.

But his face was very ugly.

As the incense dissipated, the Buddha Hall shook like a living person losing his soul, and amazing cracks appeared.

"Abbot, what's going on?"

Other monks have been blindfolded. They have never seen such strange things in their whole life.

"Quickly, light the red lotus fire thunder and blow up the little boy to death!"

Abbot Mingdeng's eyes are red. It's not easy for Xuankong Temple to accumulate incense and fire for nearly ten thousand years. He originally planned to use this to practice a secret method to break through his accomplishments, but unexpectedly, it was cheaper for outsiders.

When he thought of his things being taken away in front of him, he felt his heart dripping blood!

"Yes!"

The monks were not aware of their severity and were ordered to do it.

However.

When they were about to ignite the red lotus fire thunder——

Bang bang!

Figures were photographed flying out.

In the blink of an eye.

The monks guarding the red lotus fire thunder, like a swept sandbag, crossed a beautiful arc in the air and hit the ground hundreds of meters. They were bleeding and dying!

Obviously bad luck.

"What's going on?"

The other monks were shocked.

When Abbot Ming Deng looked at it, his face changed wildly, and he looked like a ghost: "you, you, how did you get out?"

The monks looked along his fingers and saw a young man in white, Shi Shi ran walking out of the Buddhist hall.

It was the mysterious strongman who killed the first seat of the hanging Temple hundreds of miles away.

Young people are unusually handsome and like gods.

However, when the monks saw him, they stepped back and dared not approach him as if they saw the most terrible devil.

"Of course he came out."

Zhao Fang smiled faintly: "Nezha is at a critical juncture now. He can't be bothered at all."

As he spoke, he made a move with his empty hand.

The red lotus fire and thunder buried around the Buddha Hall shot back one by one and stopped in front of him.

"It's impossible. The immortal array in the Buddha Hall is a closed immortal array that is not spread by our Buddhism. Even if the nine immortals are trapped, it's difficult to get out. You're just the four immortals. What can you do to get out of that immortal array?"

Abbot Mingdeng still can't accept it.

Zhao flicked his fingers and said indifferently, "can you imagine my means?"

The heart is secretly feigned——

"Shit, these dead bald heads are driving a big array of birds. In order to break the array, they pit me nearly a thousand immortal soul points. I won't stop until you kill all of them."

Abbot Mingdeng is not a mortal after all.

The fluctuating mood is soon pressed down by it!

On his face, he returned to normal calm again, but a touch of deep fear flashed through the depths of his eyes.

Zhao Fang's ability to break through the closed immortal array, no matter what means he uses, is enough to prove that he can't be underestimated.

In addition, Zhao Fang's previous display and arrogance at the seven heavy combat power of immortals made him feel empty.

But at the thought of the Zhenzong details of the hanging temple, he smiled: "whether you are the four immortals or what accomplishments, if you dare to fight against my hanging temple, there is only a dead end!"

He waved his robe fiercely.

"Offering sacrifices to monks and slaves!" he snapped

Zhao Fang didn't stop him either. He just smiled and said, "the first seat is dead. Unexpectedly, there are still cards?"

"Hum, young generation, what do you think I rely on to keep the hanging Temple standing in the western continent for ten thousand years?"

Abbot Mingdeng sneered.

Zhao Fang's eyes flashed slightly. Indeed, seeing and hearing all the way made him extremely bad impression on Buddhism.

I believe that any great friar passing by the western continent sees this and has the idea of eradicating Buddhism and sweeping away the harm of the western continent.

However, the hanging temple is safe and sound, standing for nearly ten thousand years, which is some thought-provoking!

Dong!

The bell sounded with a quiet voice, with a solemn momentum.

Immediately.

Then he saw all the monks around him retreat violently.

In front of the Great Buddha Hall, there were only a few people left, such as Zhao Fang and Abbot Mingdeng.

Just then.

Pa Pa ~

A Buddhist hall opened.

Golden figures rushed out.

He rushed to the dark lamp and stood in six rows in front of him, with an amazing smell all over his body.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fang's eyes coagulated. Among these people, he felt several strong breath that was not inferior to the master of the sword dragon hall.

Keep your eyes fixed.

Then I saw this group of people, one by one shirtless, and their bare skin was as bright as a layer of gold powder.

Their faces are hard and their eyes are fierce. They are like a sharp sword, as if they exist for fighting!

"In the past ten thousand years since the establishment of our hanging temple, there are many people like you who don't know how to live or die. They want to get rid of the devil guard, but what's the result?"

Abbot Mingdeng's words were full of sarcasm.

Zhao Fang narrowed his eyes slightly and heard some clues, "as a result, they were captured by you, deprived of their mind and refined into slaves?"

"Ha ha..."

Abbot Mingdeng had a strong smile and didn't deny it. He just said, "our Buddhism is vast. These people just feel like joining our Buddhism and adding bricks and tiles to the rise of Buddhism. None of us forced them."

In this regard.

Zhao Fang doesn't believe it at all.

It's really possible for other sects to say so.

As for Buddhism, it is completely hypocritical.

It's clearly greedy for a treasure. It's said that it has affinity with the Buddha. Zhao Fang has long experienced it in the cave world.

And.

As far as he knows, many soul fairies are recorded in Buddhist classics.

Among them, the subtle ones can even turn their enemies into their own people and let them work hard for themselves.

If there were no accidents, this group of golden powder Buddhist slaves was born in this way.

"... maybe you will also be inspired by the Dharma, become one of them and contribute to the expansion of our Buddhism."

Ming Deng's conversation turned and fell on Zhao Fang, with a trace of confidence in the overall situation.