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Chapter 1740 Yang Fan returns! Full of rewards!

Dongying Daying.

The hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops were silent. In front of the camp gate, Fujinami Miyachi had an arm torn off and his clothes were stained red with blood. A bone-chilling chill filled his body!

"Only one step, one step..."

Fujinami Miyachi's voice was almost gibbering, and there was a hint of scarlet in his eyes.

A group of priests knelt before him tremblingly, not daring to say a word. The silent and oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone, making it almost impossible to breathe.

And at this moment, a young voice asked in a trembling voice: "Grand Palace Secretary, are you still calling my god?"

"idiot!"

Fujinami Miyachi was startled at first, and then his expression turned cold as if a powder keg had been detonated.

The next second, this man felt a huge shadow covering his body!

It turned out that Fujinami Miyachi suddenly appeared in front of him. With his head lowered, he could clearly see the opponent's boots, and even without raising his head, he felt two fierce eyes falling on him.

On him!

It was like substance, almost piercing his body!

It made him shudder!

At the same time, an extremely eerie sound filled his ears.

"You... are teaching me how to do something?"

Before the young priest could react, with a "click" sound of muscles and joints tearing apart, Fujinami Miyachi had torn off the young priest's arm and connected it to his shoulder.

"No, I don't dare..."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the young priest's forehead. He gritted his teeth but did not dare to make any sound.

"Huh! I'm sorry you don't have the courage!"

Fujinami Miyachi's cold eyes reflected everyone present. He moved Shintoku's arms and said coldly, "How can such a trivial matter disturb my god! Everyone, please step aside!"

"Yes, Grand Palace Secretary."

A group of people quickly kowtowed.

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The young priest also tremblingly retreated with everyone, but everyone subconsciously distanced themselves from him, like avoiding snakes and scorpions!

The huge camp was completely silent.

"Yang Fan...Yue Quan..."

Fujinami Miyachi had a sullen face, gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of Seoul. There was unforgettable hatred in his voice, but he could not hide the trace of fear caused by losing the scepter.

"Absolutely, absolutely cannot let my god know about this..."

He dragged his heavy footsteps and slowly disappeared into the camp.

at the same time.

"You actually stopped summoning the Great God?"

Yang Fan looked at the Japanese camp from a distance, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

With one move successful, he felt that he could not compete with Amaterasu Omikami at this moment and was ready to return to the Sun and Moon Sky. Unexpectedly, the summoning ceremony stopped.

"interesting……"

Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and he took a deep look at the Japanese camp. With a flash of his magical power, he returned to Seoul.

And at this moment.

In Seoul's Sungkyunkwan, a group of people were waiting uneasily.

The scene where Fujinami Miyachi used the "Sunlight Wheel" to wipe out Seoul and knocked Yang Fan flying in one fell swoop is still imprinted in their minds.

"...Can the Buddha we worship defeat such a powerful Japanese?"

"If not...then what should we do?"

They were worried and doubtful.

"Maybe it's not bad to be a Japanese..."

Some people even took the initiative to think of joining the Japanese after witnessing their power!

And at this moment, a huge Buddha light suddenly radiated from the sky, surpassing the brilliance of the sun and the moon, as if a pair of hands tore open the boundary of the void and revealed it to the world.

boom!

A majestic and majestic Buddha body, reflecting the world!

"It's a holy monk from heaven!"

"The supreme holy monk finally returned to his most loyal place, Seoul!"

In an instant, the whole city of Seoul was in a state of shock. Countless people knelt on the ground and prayed loudly. The original panic and fear dissipated at this moment and turned into a more ardent belief and will!

Surging like fire!

The entire festival seemed to be brewing to a new peak because of this!

Fear is the catalyst for faith, and it’s true!

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Yang Fan felt all this and felt quite relieved that he had saved these people in vain, so he recited the Buddha's name loudly, and then recited it loudly.

"Those who believe in me will stay away from all the suffering in this world and be liberated from all adversities..."

"Those who believe in me should enter my dharma realm, avoid falling into reincarnation, and stay away from three disasters and eight disasters..."

"Those who believe in me..."

And his Buddha's golden body released immeasurable Buddha's light, appeared above Seoul, and fell in the city. The people in the city felt the Buddha's light shining on their bodies, and felt that their bodies were light and healthy, and their ailments were gone.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Suddenly, these people became more and more fanatical!

It has to be said that the joint attack by Fujinami Gongchi and Faran not only did not damage Yang Fan's reputation at all, but made his immense power completely rooted in the hearts of the people of Seoul!

At this moment, his reputation even surpassed that of Li Hao and Li Hui!

And amidst the calls of thousands of people, Yang Fan finally arrived in the main hall of Sungkyun Museum, headed by Li Hui, followed by

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A group of civil servants and military generals carried the tributes and presented them to the altar table.

Including the relics of gods and Buddhas, Buddhist instruments, and many precious treasures obtained by the Li Dynasty over a long period of time.

The most precious among them is naturally the relics of gods and Buddhas.

Although it is a long time ago, Yang Fan can vaguely feel the truth contained in it. Although there are only three, it can gain the power of three more Buddhas in his Ten Thousand Buddhas sect!

And once he enters the domain of his Ten Thousand Buddhas, he will naturally be able to use the power of these Buddhas' principles!

It is conceivable that once he one day truly gathers ten thousand Buddhas and unifies all dharma to form the Yuan Seal, how terrifying his power will become!

It is difficult to find the true Buddha, but there are not too few people who can pick up the Buddha's fruit in this world, especially the many Buddha veins that have disappeared in the long river of time, and there may not be any relics left!

A great festival came to a successful conclusion.

When Yang Fan returned to the palace, he took out the scepter he snatched from Fujinami Miyachi and looked at it carefully.

After all, compared to the belief in incense and the relics of gods and Buddhas, this thing is his biggest gain this time!

"It's really Japanese power!"

Even if there is only a little, it is extremely precious to him. However, with the lessons learned from the last big sun attack, Yang Fan will not take such risks this time.

"But, how should I take it back for my use?"

Regarding authority, it is not actually a relationship between you and me.

Just like the original Taoist Xianmiao, he also understood the power of the moon. However, since the power of the moon has an owner, as long as he cannot replace it, he is destined to be suppressed by him!

Therefore, unless like Amitabha, who not only relied on Nurhachi's destiny, but also got the tacit approval of Sakyamuni and Ran Deng, he overthrew Maitreya Buddha in one fell swoop!

Otherwise, the mere suppression of authority is enough to make people give up on this path.


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