In Fahua Temple.
"That's how you cultivate your mind and become a monk king..."
"That's the ending. I followed the path of martial arts like a poor monk. I became a Blood Martial Saint first, and I'm currently studying the second level of Flesh Vajra..."
"That's Uncle Juecheng. He cultivates the Dharma and Martial Arts Path. He has opened up a Buddhist realm, established a Buddhist kingdom, and successfully created a living golden body! He has attained the three levels in a row and is honored by the Dharma Emperor!" .??.
"..."
Along the way, he introduced Yang Fan in a clear and low voice.
This huge Fahua Temple, with so many masters at the moment, has really become a dragon pool and a tiger's den!
Yang Fan and Zhang Congxin looked at each other, both keeping a high degree of vigilance, fearing that a careless move would end them completely here.
There was a Zhike monk leading the way. When they arrived in front of a Buddhist temple, two monks at the door blocked the way for the three of them.
"Master Jueyuan only saw one person, the others, please retreat for the time being."
The bodies of these two people showed a light copper color, their faces were expressionless, and each of them had a stick in their hands. They looked quite majestic.
Yang Fan gave a clear look.
Ming Ran looked at Zhi Ke Monk and said, "Then let's settle the two followers of the poor monk in the guest room first."
"yes."
Zhike Monk nodded and made an inviting gesture to Yang Fan and Zhang Congxin.
Entering the Buddhist temple clearly.
Yang Fan and Zhang Congxin walked towards the guest room. Zhang Congxin felt a little uneasy: "Master, is this monk Mingming doing something secretly?"
Although Yang Fan's slave seal is extremely miraculous and he has been unable to break it even after trying many times in secret, this is the Fahua Temple, a great temple that has been passed down for more than a thousand years!
Who knows if they will find a way to crack it!
Once the other party loses control, the situation for the two of them must be extremely dangerous.
However, Yang Fan looked calm, looked at Zhang Congxin with deep meaning, and said: "It doesn't matter, the slave seal was created by me based on the secret technique passed down by the true spirit. It goes straight into the body and mind and blends into the qi and blood. Unless the opponent dies of qi and blood and then replaces it,
A human head, otherwise, it will never be cracked."
"If he is willing to sacrifice himself to help others, then I have nothing to say."
"No big deal, just find a way to get out."
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With the magical power of foot and fuyao in his possession, Yang Fan was quite confident in escaping.
Of course, as for breaking the slave mark, it is not absolutely impossible.
At least Yang Fan knew two ways, one was to use absolute Qi and blood to instantly eliminate the slave mark, and the other was to have high-ranking imperial dragon energy to be immune to the slave mark's enslavement.
He had experienced the latter with Zhu Yuexian, but the former, with his light and dark apertures opened, the Martial Saint Qi and Blood perfectly formed by his Qi and Blood Apertures, is simply not something that ordinary people can decipher!
Even if there is, unless the difference in strength between them is too large, once the opponent tries to break the slave mark, the slave mark will explode on its own.
When the time comes, the head and heart of the person being sealed will explode instantly!
"That's good, that's good."
After hearing Yang Fan's answer, Zhang Congxin smiled.
He knew that Yang Fan had peeked into his thoughts, so he didn't dare to say anything at the moment.
As for extinguishing his energy and blood, I would not even try to replace him with a human head or kill him.
After all, the brain is the master of the gods. You can live with a broken leg. How have you ever seen someone who can live without a head?
Not long after, Miao Ran came back, with a hint of perseverance in his expression.
"How are you doing with your affairs?"
Yang Fan asked.
Ming Ran smiled bitterly: "These old stubborns actually tried to let Fanfen give them part of the Buddha's mark so that they can become Buddhas and ancestors! They have been in seclusion for so long that their brains are broken!"
After a pause, he spoke again, "However, it's not all without gain this time! One of my senior brothers ended it, but he expressed his willingness to defect."
"How is his cultivation?"
Yang Fan became energetic.
Understanding is also quite exciting: "Speaking of this Jiejuan, he is considered a genius among our generation. Of course, he is much worse than Biao Fan, but he is a true realm blood martial saint and is currently practicing the second level.
Guanrou King Kong!"
If this could be done
If someone wins it, he will really make a fortune!
Blood Martial Saint!
There are simply fewer people who can truly achieve this level than Jin Bodhisattva and Skin Demon King!
Not only is the perfect Zhoutian Diagram difficult to find, but even if it exists, it is extremely difficult to find the corresponding Qi and Blood Apertures on the body, and if you are not careful, you may make mistakes.
Furthermore, opening up the Qi and Blood Apertures consumes a huge amount of resources, and even a large sect would feel pain.
Yang Fan's eyes lit up and he made a decision directly: "It's up to him! You plan the next actions, and you must stay away from Fahua Temple to prevent any complications."
"I understand!"
Understanding quickly nodded.
When Zhang Congxin heard this, he touched his thigh and suddenly felt it didn't smell good.
A bloody martial saint!
If he can get it, he may even have a chance to completely suppress his sinister tendencies, allowing him to have deeper and stronger potential!
"Why did you get this old monk's advantage in vain?"
Zhang Congxin couldn't help but start to think about it. Is it too late for him to break his own legs and return them to the other party?
Here, Ming Ran continued to say: "In addition, there are still a few people who are hesitating. If the master is willing to wait for a few days, the poor monk will be able to recruit more masters for the master."
In order to prove his worth, he obviously worked hard.
The more you pull, the more valuable it will be.
Zhang Congxin, who was watching this, felt anxious and angry. He had miscalculated. This old guy was so good at it. With this old guy here, when would he be able to stand out in front of his master again?
Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and decided to wait a few more days.
If the three of them work together and catch a few more, it won't be a big deal.
Even a strong person at this level consumes a lot of resources every day. He can just foster them with Fan. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?
The sky is getting darker and deeper.
Until a touch of fish belly white appears in the east.
Mingran went to exchange feelings with those old monks early.
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Zhang Congxin couldn't sit still and wanted to try to see if he could kill a few people. Anyway, he was pulling the banner of Fan. The name of a living Buddha can still bluff people.
Only Yang Fan became leisurely.
If I'm not practicing, I'm just hanging out in the temple.
He said he was wandering around, but in fact he was looking for a suitable target. In addition, he always headed towards Tallinn in the back mountain.
After all, according to Ming Ran, what Dongchang searched last time was just the tip of the iceberg of Tallinn. The real Tallinn is actually in the heart of the entire mountain.
The place has been completely hollowed out, forming a huge Buddhist city!
That’s the real Fahua Temple!
It is said that Zhiming, the national master who was conferred by the late emperor, was sitting there and transformed into an immortal golden body for the worship of the monks in He Temple. As the years passed, even the golden body gave out a faint Buddha light.
After Yang Fan learned about it, he naturally wanted to see it.
After a few days, I figured out the path.
"If the legacy of a person like the Imperial Master who was conferred by the late emperor could be taken away, I think it would be very valuable!"
With this in mind, that night, Yang Fan took advantage of the darkness and finally entered the worship hall, wrapped his body with a hundred blessings knot, and lurked on the roof of the hall.
Looking at the dazzling golden body from a distance, it is solemn and full of blessings and wisdom.
Under the light of the whale dragon's oil lamp, it shines brightly.
Sitting in the temple, he is really like an immortal Buddha, existing forever!
"What a golden body! It's mine! If you use it to refine it into a dharma image, it will definitely have infinite power!"
Yang Fan's eyes were shining.
However, just when Yang Fan was about to activate Baifu Jie to sweep him away, the golden body suddenly opened its eyes, and two golden lights flashed through it, seeming to see through the world.
An extremely terrifying and depressing aura came out.
Supernatural power!
This is magical power!
"This! Is he still alive?"
Yang Fan was horrified and his whole body froze. Even in the Baifu knot, he still dared not make a sound.
This chapter has been completed!