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Chapter 1984 In front of Zesheng Temple! Torture of life and death!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Zesheng Temple, where countless Manchu and Qing dignitaries once rushed to offer incense, was completely engulfed in flames, and screams and wails resounded throughout the world.

Many of the monks revealed their true identities as demons!

However, under the suppression of Emperor Qinglong, these monsters were smashed into a ball of blood mist by the invisible force in the next moment, making the fire in the sky cast a faint scarlet color.

"Your Lord, if he really has a spirit, do you think he will show up to save you?"

Yang Fan looked at Xuan An with an indifferent expression.

The beating flames soaring into the sky reflected on Yang Fan's expressionless face, making his expression even more indifferent. However, Xuan An's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something!

Xuan'an gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with hatred, and said in a cold voice: "My lord does not fight for the past, nor the present, only the future! Even if you kill us all, Regent, my lord will lead us there in the future.

Eternal home, vacuum hometown! We will forever be free from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, and live in the pure land from life to life!"

"Yeah?"

"You believe in your Lord so firmly, but what about them?"

Yang Fan looked calm and flicked his sleeves. Emperor Qinglong suddenly stretched out his huge claws, and many followers of the White Lotus Sect who were not yet dead were captured out of thin air. At a glance, there were more than a hundred of them.

There are demons and humans among them.

However, at this moment, they rolled to the ground one by one, and they all looked at the figure wearing the regent's crown in shock, and could feel the terrifying power contained in the other person's body!

Regent of the Qing Dynasty!

They immediately recognized Yang Fan's identity. At the same time, the terrifying Emperor Qinglong that surrounded Yang Fan made them completely lose all desire to resist and have any hope of luck!

Imperial Dragon Qi!

All methods are easy to correct!

In front of Yang Fan, if Yang Fan didn't give permission, they wouldn't be able to move a finger, let alone use their magic power to escape!

"He said that if you die, your Lord will take you to the so-called vacuum hometown. However, there are always some people who may not want to go to Laoshizi's vacuum hometown. So, now I will give you a chance to live..."

When Yang Fan said this, he showed a faint smile and stretched out his hand to grab it again. He actually grabbed a golden statue of Maitreya Buddha from the Zesheng Temple that completely collapsed and was caught in the fire!

"You can choose to spit on it and stamp on it, and you will live!"

At this point, he paused, and his voice turned cold and fierce, "Everyone else, please destroy the souls! I would like to see how your Lord can lead you to your eternal home, the Vacuum Hometown!"

"In other words, the Lord you believe in devoutly will appear now and save you!"

Buzz!

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell into dead silence.

Xuan An's expression changed slightly.

People, who have always been ignorant, may be bound by their beliefs about past and future lives, but demons have never had any pious beliefs. If they did, then what they believed in was power.

The reason why they were introduced to the White Lotus Dharma was just mutual benefit. How could they be willing to sacrifice their lives for Maitreya Buddha when it was a matter of life and death?

Sure enough, as Yang Fan finished speaking and there was a moment of silence, a slightly less confident voice sounded.

"The regent is the Optimus Prime of the Qing Dynasty. Can this be taken seriously?"

The group of monks who had survived the disaster immediately looked in one direction.

Yang Fan also followed the sound and saw an old monk wearing a cassock with a bull's head and a human body talking. There were two huge horns on his bald head, and his eyes were flickering.

Yang Fan said calmly: "I have always kept my word! Just waiting for you is not enough to make me break my promise!"

"With the regent's words, I feel relieved..."

When the bull-headed old monk heard this, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, stood up and walked towards the golden statue of Maitreya Buddha.

"Niu Dali!"

Seeing this, Xuan'an's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted coldly, "If you think clearly about what you are doing, if you dare to insult the golden statue of Buddha, you will be punished. You are cutting off your own future!"

"You can't even protect yourself, but you still have the strength to threaten others?"

Yang Fan looked at Xuan An and sneered. The Emperor Qinglong behind him stretched out his huge claws and pressed lightly. Suddenly, Xuan An's body kept ringing like a firecracker, and a large amount of blood mist exploded all over his body.

"puff!"

Blood suddenly flowed from Xuan'an's seven orifices and he fell to the ground, his whole body almost as limp as a puddle of mud!

Yang Fan withdrew his gaze from Xuan An, looked at the bull-headed old monk again, and said calmly: "It's your turn."

"Yes, Prince Regent."

The old monk Niutou saw the tragic situation of Xuan'an with his own eyes, and when he heard Yang Fan's voice, his heart trembled, and he quickly walked two steps to the golden statue of Maitreya Buddha.

The golden statue, which is six feet tall, has a faint golden light due to long-term worship. It has compassionate eyebrows and a solemn face.

Even if you know that this is a statue, you can still feel the powerful majesty contained in it.

Although the expression on the face of the golden statue is smiling and compassionate at the moment, once Maitreya Buddha is willing to lower his thoughts, this statue can be displayed in front of people immediately!

Not to mention that the bull-headed old monk also witnessed the manifestation of this golden statue.

Therefore, one can imagine the pressure in his heart at this moment.

However, under the pressure of life and death, the bull-headed old monk was a demon, and the ferocity hidden in his blood was aroused. His throat moved up and down, and he sprayed a mouthful of phlegm towards the golden statue!

"puff!"

A mouthful of old phlegm was sprayed on Maitreya Buddha's face like a hideous scar.

"Hahaha!"

The so-called dare to take down the emperor even if he is willing to be killed.

The best way to overcome fear is to face it head on!

After the bull-headed old monk finished doing this, his originally fearful heart suddenly became more alive, and he even gained a lot of courage. His thoughts became clearer, and his soul became clearer and brighter!

Bang!

Without saying a word, he went up and stomped on the statue again. Suddenly there was a cow's hoof mark on the golden statue: "How about the Buddha? What about the golden body that can show the saints? I haven't been kicked by the old cow."

foot!"

At this moment, the bull-headed old monk's eyes were faintly glowing with scarlet, and he was obviously having trouble with his head.

"Niu Dali!"

Xuan'an, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at this scene, gnashing his teeth with hatred, and his eyes were red.

Because he knew that once someone started, the situation would collapse like an avalanche.

After all, the reason why God is God is that he can show his supreme power. If he cannot show his supreme power to the saints, he will be nothing but a body in the end!

The fact was exactly as he expected.

A bull-headed old monk spat for the first time, and demons and human monks came out one after another to follow suit.

However, there was no response from the golden statue.

"It's quite bearable."

Yang Fan squinted his eyes, a cold light flowing in his eyes, "But I will see how long you can endure it!"


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