His Holiness Sakya has passed on countless people in his life, but only these three personal disciples followed him to the end. The third disciple, Gli Zhuotu, is the youngest, and the city government is also the shallower, only generals, not in command. Therefore, the Dharma King let this disciple serve as the vanguard force, leading the elite under his command, holding the sun wheel, and entering the Jianghan Plain.

When he learned of the death of the third disciple, His Holiness Sakya did not have any emotional turmoil, because the generals were always damaged, and it did not hurt much, even if the whole army was wiped out, there was still Yuzhou, the first line of defense.

The second disciple Geriletu, who has a certain amount of city, and has a calm personality and talent, will soon be the Immortal Monarch, and will definitely do something in the future, but he was suddenly killed, and the Sakya Dharma King, who is the master, felt a pain in his heart.

But what really made His Holiness Sakya lose his mind was the death of his great disciple Agoura. This big disciple, who has been cultivating with the Dharma King for hundreds of years, has won the true inheritance of the Dharma King, and is already the successor of the Dharma King, and it is simply impossible for the elderly Dharma King to cultivate such a successor.

The killing of three disciples is equivalent to cutting off the roots of Tibetan Buddhism, even if there is nothing to see now, when His Holiness dies, there will be no successor.

Councilor Martin, who was also sitting in the main hall, and the old werewolf Ivan, both changed their faces slightly, and they looked at each other, and they could see that the leader of Tibetan Buddhism was really angry.

"Two friends, I'm afraid your business will be put on hold for the time being. ”

His Holiness Sakya took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The three disciples of the poor monk have been killed, and the poor monk must not stand idly by.

As he spoke, the murderous aura in his body was released like a tide, and even the two gods and demons couldn't help but change color.

"It doesn't matter, compared to His Holiness His Holiness's suffering, our side is just a trivial matter, and His Holiness doesn't have to worry about it. "Congressman Martin is in a mess and airway.

The old werewolf next to him also nodded repeatedly.

Even if they were all leaders of their respective organizations, they were reluctant to touch the moldy head of this Dharma King at this time.

His Holiness Sakya was very humble and always amiable, as if he would not be angry, but no one dared to question his strength. Ranking sixteenth on the list of gods is the best testimony of his strength. Even in this era of demons dancing wildly, there are only fifteen people on the huge earth who dare to dominate in front of the Sakya Dharma King.

Neither Congressman Martin nor the old werewolf Ivan were among them.

'I don't know who is so bold as to provoke His Holiness in this way, but let's see how he can bear His Holiness's wrath...'

Thinking of this, both of them prayed silently in their hearts for the daring murderer.

They are in the middle of their minds.

Suddenly there was a thunderous sound outside:

“... King Sakya, get out of here and die!"

'Smack!'

The green lights and glass in the palace were directly cracked, as if a typhoon was passing through, and the three of them were stunned. After a while, His Holiness Sakya turned abruptly, looked out of the palace, and said:

"How dare you send it to the door?"

......

At this moment, outside the Buda Heavenly Palace, on the huge square.

Zhang Yang was dressed in white, standing in the middle of the square, with his hands on his back, surrounded by golden rainbows, a sea of bloody wind, and countless lamas lying on the ground.

There were also some lamas who ran out of the palace and looked at Zhang Yang in shock.

"You, you, you... Who the hell are you?"

An old lama pointed at Zhang Yang, his face full of horror, and stammered.

These red-clothed lamas, all of them are followers who have followed the Sakya Dharma King and returned from cultivating in the secret realm, and they are not ordinary lamas, and they are all uneducated, comparable to martial arts masters.

But in front of this white-clothed young man, he was wantonly tortured and killed like ants, and in just a moment, the square was full of corpses and rivers of blood.

All the lamas, after seeing this, trembled.

At this time, in the central palace, a red shadow floated out, bathed in the golden light, and the Dharma was solemn, as if the real gods and Buddhas had descended.

"Your Excellency, who dares to offend my Tibetan Buddhism?" His Holiness Sakya's face sank like water, his face was full of gloomy expression, and his eyes could almost kill people.

"My surname is Zhang. Zhang Yang responded lightly.

"The surname is Zhang... You are the rumored Mr. Zhang?!" King Sakya was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes couldn't help but change.

As long as it is Tibetan Buddhism, the name Mr. Zhang will not be unfamiliar. In the absence of these people, Tibetan Buddhism was erased, and even the leader of the Great Heavenly Master died in Huangquan, and the perpetrator was this person!

And Zhang Yang's record is far more than that. Killing the Great Heavenly Master is just the most ordinary, even the mighty armored corps has been defeated, and the Zoroastrian Lu Weilou has to bow down, defeat the enemy, cross the earth, and finally be canonized as a god.

When the lamas heard this, they were immediately frightened and their legs went limp.

This is indeed a terrifying figure who kills decisively! With so many fellow disciples killed in a snap of his fingers, does this Tibetan Buddhism have to repeat the same mistakes?

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, you are the one who killed my three disciples!" King Sakya gritted his teeth and said, "Since you are so provocative, then the poor monk will fulfill you and sacrifice the souls of the three of them in heaven with your blood!"

His face was extremely gloomy, and he said word by word:

"Boom!oh!?!

In the void, countless vitality gathered to form six glittering 'swastika' mantras, which were arranged in the sky in order, sprinkling a piece of golden light. At this moment, the Sakya Dharma King was completely shrouded in golden light, his divine light was restrained, and his appearance was solemn, as if he was an angry Vajra.

'Boom'

These six swastika mantras are not large in size, but they burst out with incomparably blazing light, like six bright stars, even if you just look at them from a distance, your eyes will be burned.

In the Red Palace, two figures stood there, quietly looking at the sky, it was Councilor Martin and Werewolf Ivan.

"Mr. Ivan, as spectators, why don't we guess, who will win and who will lose in the decisive battle between these two supreme powerhouses in the East?"

Congressman Martin said with a smile.

"Councilor Martin, you are wrong. The old werewolf shook his head and said, "What we should guess is not who will win this question, but whether Mr. Zhang will survive or not." ”

He turned his head to look at Martin and said, "You just said that they are all the strongest people in the East, but this is not the case. ”

"What do you mean? You're saying Mr. Zhang isn't strong enough?"

Congressman Martin frowned.

Although he has not seen Zhang Yang, he has heard Zhang Yang's deeds countless times, one person swept across Europe, crushed the vampire council, and even Ansel, who was promoted to become a god and demon, could not escape the fate of death. Later, he single-handedly destroyed the entire Royal Navy.

Such a terrifying record, placed today, is very shocking. The Royal Navy of the Sound Country can already represent the cutting-edge technology on the earth, and if you want to go further, it can only be nuclear weapons.

If none of this is considered the strongest, then how can it be?

"The myth of Mr. Zhang is a long time ago, he is not even a god or a demon, and he is not ranked on the god list. He can't keep up with the times. The old werewolf said in a firm tone:

"Sakya Dharma King, ranked sixteenth on the list of gods, the strength is above the two of us, the great Huaxia, as long as the master of the Changbai Immortal Gate does not come out,. It is not a wise move for Zhang to dare to provoke alone. ”

He's right.

The original Sakya Dharma King's breath was not very strong, but since he had the blessing of this six-character mantra, the breath on his body suddenly skyrocketed tenfold and hundredfold, and the golden light of the Dao was shining, as if it contained the great leisure, great freedom, and great perfection in the universe, like a real Buddha descending.

"Meet the Buddha!"

In the square, countless believers bowed down reverently, and the few Tibetans also kowtowed.

Everyone's awe and worship is a spiritual force, that is, faith. With the blessing of the power of faith, the light of the six-character mantra became more and more prosperous, and the true appearance of the Sakya Dharma King became closer and closer to the Buddha.

"Mr. Zhang, you have sinned so much that you should have been sent to the hell of Ah Bi and suffered forever. Don't put down the butcher knife yet!"

King Sakya shouted angrily.

The sound waves, like substance, evolved, turned into layers of golden tides, surging over. collided around Zhang Yang's body, making a 'crackling' sound.

"Hmph. Zhang Yang snorted coldly and said:

"If you want to judge me, you are far from qualified. ”

He raised his right hand, and his five fingers changed in the void, and then they closed into a fist and blasted out with a punch!

"Boom! Boom!"

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