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The Holy Son Temple does not fall in the wind and rain. Even though the aura outside is so powerful, the Holy Son Temple still emits a faint golden light.

If the Holy Son Temple does not fall, the Buddhist temple will not fall.

Lu Feng was already hundreds of meters away from the Holy Son Temple. The light there made him afraid, but obviously, someone didn't want him to leave so easily.

He stood in front of a somewhat simple small temple, with 480 temples and many small temples, so it is not surprising that the Arhats among them are likely to be only fasting, or even lower.

The temple is Seiyue Temple. The mottled walls are covered with moss. The monks inside have already taken refuge, and even the arhats are not nearby.

So at this moment, it became a battlefield.

Zhuang Yang, Shi Wanwan, Qiu Hou and Monk Shi Yuan stood in front of him.

"Everyone, what does this mean?" Lu Feng sneered.

Monk Shi Yuan's face was solemn. He was the best in the Buddhist generation and was more qualified to speak here: "Sorry, Brother Lu, we cannot let you leave before we make sure you are a demon."

"Buddhist sects me?"

"No, Buddhism will not wrongly accuse a good person, but if you are a demon, then letting you leave, our sins will be great."

Qiu Hou smiled and said, "Brother Lu, it's not a problem. This is a Buddhist sect, and the battle will end soon. At that time, with the witness of many abbots, just verify it a little."

"Yes, Brother Lu." Shi Wanwan also looked at Lu Feng. There were too many changes today, but to be honest, everyone is a human race, so naturally they cannot let the demon son leave. Even if he has conflicts with Hou Qiu, he has to fight against Lu Feng together at this moment.

Lu Feng frowned, he knew that he couldn't leave today.

However, no matter how you look at this incident, Master Mo has no chance of winning.

Everyone knows that this is Buddhism. There is a Holy Son Temple here. If the Holy Son Temple cannot be destroyed, the Buddhism will be unbreakable.

However, who can destroy the Temple of the Holy Son?

"I hope Master Dao has a solution." Lu Feng raised his smile and tightened the sword in his hand.

An explosion suddenly broke out from the sky, and two huge dark clouds suddenly collided with each other. Thunder thunder turbulently, the world tumbling, a large amount of water vapor evaporated upwards and continued to rotate, so that the clouds became thicker and thicker, like black and white haze pressing on people's hearts.

Thunder raged, the wind and clouds surged, the weather suddenly cooled, and heavy snow fell on the vast sky.

The confrontation of powers in the realm of disillusionment has been able to change the climate of a region for a short period of time.

In the alley with bluestone slabs, on the eaves of the Times Temple, the wall carved with Buddhist scriptures became a light white.

Snowflakes, cold.

Looking at Lu Feng's action of drawing the sword, Zhuang Yang on the side couldn't help laughing: "Brother Lu, it seems that you still want to leave. The more you want to leave, the more guilty you are. Even if you are not a demon, the bloodline of the demon clan flows in your body."

"As for drawing the sword... do you think it's really good to use a sword in front of a disciple of the Sword Sect?"

Zhuang Yang did not take action.

He found it strange, why are demon sons and holy sons equal?

Why?

He is the holy son, the holy son on earth. If Lu Feng is just the demon son on earth, then what if it is?

The demon race on earth is far inferior to humans.

This is not a fateful duel, it is just an ordinary battle. Of course, he did not underestimate Lu Feng. In any case, the other party is someone who can kill Ling Nian.

But this is in the mountains, and he has reached the Iron Bone Realm.

Monk Shi Yuan took a step forward, and the large black Buddhist beads were in his palm, and his fingers covered with calluses rotated one by one.

The Buddhist beads pass by his index finger.

Then a white horse ran out.

These are the storm of thousands of horses in Buddhism. The white horses condensed from Buddhist scriptures seem to come alive. Each of them has the feathers on their bodies, as if they are intertwined by heaven.

Every time a Buddhist bead in his hand turned, a white horse appeared.

The horse's hooves fell on the ground, splashing layers of snow and mist. They were elegant and beautiful, calm and unhurried.

But in a moment, there were twenty white horses in front of Lu Feng.

The so-called galloping horses, even in the realm of true muscles, is difficult to use. I am afraid that only by reaching the realm of creation can this move be fully displayed.

One of the true meanings of Buddhism.

The strong aura made Zhuang Yang frown slightly. It was absolutely extraordinary to be called the number one person in Buddhism.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Lu Feng opened his eyes and looked at the other person through the gentle snowflakes, and it was still white.

The white horse is too clean.

"Brother Lu, for nothing else, I want to fight you too. With your strength, you won't die in this move."

Monk Shi Yuan said seriously that although he was in the Iron Bone Realm, he knew that Lu Feng was not an ordinary agile realm.

Indeed, Lu Feng was able to break through to Iron Bones, but there was always something, so he delayed it.

Now, in full view of the public, he cannot break through because he will not have a thunder disaster.

Anyone who is alien will attract attention.

He is already alternative enough.

Qiu Hou and others were also looking forward to it. Putting aside whether the other party was a demon or not, Lu Feng's record outside the mountain alone was enough to excite them.

As Monk Shi Yuan finished speaking, the white horse rushed towards Lu Feng.

The alley is quiet, but the horse's hooves sound, but it becomes quiet.

The wind and snow were blowing towards the direction of the land front.

More than twenty white horses were emitting hazy light on their bodies, coming along the wind and snow.
Chapter completed!