Fakong seemed disapproving, but in fact he was calm in his heart.
As the most outstanding disciple of Mingyue An, she will eventually enter the inner nunnery and escape from the world.
Without experiencing grudges and resentments in the world, and without seeing through the world of lovers, there is no way to truly escape and enter the nunnery to gain great peace and transcendence.
These entangled grievances and grudges now will eventually turn into smoke.
Since he gained a long life, his perspective on things has unconsciously changed.
He takes a longer view, is more patient, and cherishes the present more.
Ning Zhenzhen changed the subject and said with a smile: "Senior brother, when do you think the Nine Yuan Holy Sect will be wiped out?"
Fakong said: "Within a month."
Ning Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows lightly: "The huge Nine Yuan Holy Sect only lasted for one month?"
Fakong said: "Don't forget that there is also Master Yuande."
Ning Zhenzhen pursed her lips and chuckled: "Monk Yuande doesn't want to change their evil ways and turn them into a rare army?"
Fakong said: "Monk Yuande Guangfeng Jiyue is not so selfish. What's more, he found that he couldn't control this group of people and has given up on trying to get them to correct their evil ways."
The only person the disciples of Jiuyuan Holy Cult respect is Old Man Jiuyuan, and the young leader does not take them seriously.
They violated the law openly and secretly, and even though Monk Yuande severely punished some people who violated the law openly and secretly, he still could not stop this trend.
He has gradually lost patience and feels that they have become evil to the bone and there is no cure. The only way is to conquer the demons.
Otherwise, the imperial court would not issue an order for martial arts exercises this time.
Monk Yuande will pass through the Great Miaolian Temple and destroy the most elite main force of the Jiuyuan Sect, and the rest will be wiped out by the martial arts heroes.
With Monk Yuande able to kill accurately, it is not unexpected that the Nine Yuan Holy Sect will be destroyed within a month.
"It's a pity." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head gently.
If he were the leader, he would carefully select a group of masters, select a group of masters, make them his confidants, and eliminate the rest.
Fakong nodded.
He also felt it was a pity.
Although the Buddhist teachings of Monk Yuande are profound and penetrate people's hearts, his penetration into people's hearts cannot make him give up his innocence.
His eyes were cast into the distance.
His eyes passed through many obstacles, passed through walls, penetrated Tianjing City, and landed in a valley ten miles away from Tianjing City.
In the valley, there was a continuous roar.
More than two hundred monks in bright yellow attire were forming three layers, surrounding and killing more than a hundred martial arts masters in brocade robes.
These two hundred or so well-dressed monks were like butterflies in flowers, walking at the same pace without any confusion.
But the steady pace makes people feel dazzled.
The martial arts masters who were surrounded felt like they were monks everywhere, their bald heads shining brightly in the moonlight.
Because the speed is extremely fast, and the flashes of the bald head are closely connected, forming a faintly flickering halo.
They just felt that the monks were so densely packed that not even a fly could fly in.
Endless palms and fists came at me, as if I was in a storm. No matter how sophisticated my body skills and moves were, I couldn't avoid them.
The only thing that can be done is to bear it head-on, to fight head-on, to protect the body, to have enough luck, and to try to survive for a longer period of time.
But if it continues like this, there will be no reinforcements, and it will eventually be destroyed.
"Fight it!" someone roared.
"perish together!"
"Pull a few back pads!"
"Let's all go down together and walk together so that we can have a go at the Palace of Hell!"
"Ancestor will definitely avenge us!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Amidst the roars, the Nine Yuan Saint Cult masters began to activate the Jiuding Zhenyuan Jue, and their bodies expanded one after another.
The brocade clothes were stretched so tight that they seemed ready to burst at any moment.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Several monks in bright yellow costumes were knocked away.
The monks in the outer circle immediately took up their positions, maintaining the integrity and high-speed operation of the formation, and continued to suppress the Nine Yuan Holy Cult masters.
The monk who flew out stretched his figure in the air, fell lightly to the outside, and continued to integrate into the formation.
"Kill!" The roars continued.
They were furious and continued to activate the Jiuding Zhenyuan Jue, stimulating more and more power.
I used to be able to control it, but then I gradually became unable to control it.
The brocade clothes only became tight at first, but later they burst.
Since just relying on the body-protecting Gang Qi will do the trick, why do you have to control the power accurately and just do it by force?
As they became stronger and stronger, they went rampant, and the dense formation was beneficial to them.
Anyway, no matter where you go, no matter where you rush, you will encounter these monks.
One by one the monks flew out, and one by one the monks came in one after another, and then flew out again, and then came in one after another.
"Junior sister, let's go see the excitement." Fakong said with a smile.
"Where to go?"
"Look at the methods of the Great Miaolian Temple." Fakong said.
Ning Zhenzhen suddenly showed interest.
The two people rose up like two wisps of light smoke and soon left Tianjing City and arrived at the top of a mountain peak.
A bright moon shines brightly, and the moonlight shines on the two of them.
The two stood side by side on the top of the mountain, with a white scarf hanging on Ning Zhenzhen's face to cover her appearance.
A gust of night wind came slowly, blowing her green robe, which could no longer cover her graceful and graceful figure.
This place is more than 300 meters away from the valley, but it does not hinder their view and they can see clearly.
Looking down from a high place, more than two hundred monks form a lotus. The lotus sometimes blooms and sometimes closes, changing constantly.
Although some monks flew up from time to time, as if they were about to fall outside the formation, they eventually fell into the formation, maintaining the shape of a lotus.
In the center surrounded by lotus petals, there are more than a hundred martial arts masters, all with their chests exposed, shirtless and bare arms, and their expressions are ferocious and terrifying, like more than a hundred wild beasts, fierce and frightening.
But the more than two hundred monks remained calm, walked calmly, and punched or palmed continuously. Even if they were knocked away, they still remained calm and calm, showing the demeanor of an eminent monk.
A gust of wind blew, carrying roars and screams, and at the same time ruffling Ning Zhenzhen's hair.
Her hair shone like black satin.
She lightly brushed her jade hand on her temples and said, "Da Miaolian Temple, it's true that you have extraordinary bearing, and everyone has the aura of everyone."
Fakong said: "The key is that they have sufficient confidence and have full confidence in the martial arts in the temple, which is why they are like this."
Ning Zhenzhen stared and observed, and said softly: "I don't think this formation is very clever."
Fakong said: "This is the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation, but it's not that simple."
Ning Zhenzhen looked at it curiously and shook his head.
She hasn't seen the subtlety yet.
Fakong said: "Now they have enough power to deal with the next threat."
"Threat?" Ning Zhenzhen looked at the situation and saw that it was one-sided. The Nine Yuan Holy Sect had no threat at all.
Even though they activated the Jiuding Zhenyuan Jue, they looked fierce and could knock away the monks of the Great Miaolian Temple.
However, it does not pose a threat and lacks the power to continuously attack. After a monk is knocked away, he immediately integrates into the formation, is protected by the formation, and recovers quickly.
Fakong said: "And you didn't notice that after the injured monks entered the formation, they returned to normal after two rounds?"
Ning Zhenzhen stared at one of the monks who was knocked away.
The monk was hit by a master whose body suddenly doubled in size. He sprayed out a blood arrow in the air and landed on the ground, already showing a weak appearance.
But he fell into the formation, walked with strange steps, and after two rounds, his face returned to rosy, and his eyes regained their brilliant light.
Ning Zhenzhen turned to look at Fakong.
Fakong smiled and said, "Do you see the beauty of it?"
"It's really extraordinary." Ning Zhenzhen praised.
This monk recovered very quickly, partly because he had a deep foundation and could withstand beatings, and partly because of the formation.
They don't have a rejuvenation spell. The only possibility is that their breath is connected to each other, and the breath has the effect of restoring injuries.
Through the penetrating breath, his injuries were dispersed, and then he recovered quickly, as fast as the Rejuvenation Spell.
She saw several monks being knocked away at the same time, falling into the formation and walking around twice before recovering.
This formation is truly wonderful.
Its power to subjugate demons has not been revealed, but its ability to protect the body has been fully demonstrated. When you are in the formation, you don't need to worry about being injured, just feel free to make bold moves.
With such confidence and a calm and calm mind, one can exert 100% of his power. When gathered together, the power of this formation can be seen as average.
"Let's go!" Suddenly a deep voice shouted.
Four middle-aged men in brocade robes suddenly jumped up and rose up.
They folded lightly in the air, split into four directions and shot out, flying hundreds of meters in the air and already flying out of the range of the formation.
They prepared their move, observed for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to escape.
Sixteen monks flew out of the formation and stood up. The four of them surrounded a middle-aged man in brocade robes.
Immediately, sixteen more monks rose up, and then sixteen more monks rose up.
Three waves of people rushed into the sky one after another.
The four middle-aged men in brocade robes who were flying through the air were entangled, and the four monks were knocked away with "bang bang bang bang" in the air and dived forward.
The remaining eight monks were divided into two groups, like fish chasing bait, forming a joint attack.
The four monks who were knocked away fell into the formation, and then four more monks flew up, maintaining a ratio of twelve to one.
When the rest of the people saw someone escaping, they wanted to rush out, but were accurately blocked back.
Seeing that there was no way they could do anything, these Nine Yuan Saint Cult masters were so discouraged that their overstretched bodies could no longer hold on, showing signs of exhaustion.
As they were exhausted, the remaining monks did not allocate more manpower to surround and kill the four middle-aged men in brocade robes.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
One by one, the Nine Yuan Holy Cult masters fell to the ground.
Their swollen bodies slowly shrank back to their original shape. They lay on the ground, as weak as paper figures, like fish that fell on the shore. They could only try to open their mouths to breathe.
"Bang bang!" Four monks were knocked away, and two middle-aged men in brocade robes were shot out from the formation, and they were able to forcefully break through the encirclement.
Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "The formation was broken unexpectedly, are you careless?"
"You can't escape." Fakong shook his head.
Ning Zhenzhen was confused.
The two middle-aged men in brocade robes had obviously rushed out, and their bodies were like lightning, appearing two hundred meters away.
"Amitabha!" A majestic Buddha's trumpet sounded.
Four middle-aged monks in bright yellow robes appeared in front of him, and together they proclaimed the title of Buddha, with solemn expressions.
Ning Zhenzhen turned around and looked around.
I didn't realize that there were monks lurking around.
They hide it too well.
The four middle-aged men in brocade robes in the sky have fallen to the ground, and each of them is entangled by twelve monks. The twelve monks still used the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation to trap them in place, and their struggle became increasingly weak.
Four middle-aged monks in bright yellow robes looked solemnly at the two middle-aged monks in brocade robes.
A handsome middle-aged man in brocade robes sneered and said in a deep voice: "You monks from the Great Miaolian Temple arrived at such a coincidence and ambushed us accurately. Why?"
One of the four middle-aged monks said calmly: "Donor Jiang, come with us back to the temple."