"What's that move?"

Fa Ming in the air suddenly felt an unprecedented fear, this fear did not come from Nie Chen's Yuan Force fluctuations, or even from the Saint King Sword itself, but from this vast and mysterious martial art!

The corners of Nie Chen's mouth flashed with a solemn arc: "Saint King Five Styles!"

"Five ...... Saint Kings?"

Before Fa Ming's words fell, the terrifying hurricane strangled towards Fa Ming with a terrifying aura that destroyed the world and destroyed the world.

In the face of such an offensive, Fa Ming could not avoid it, took off the purple rosary on his shoulder, put his hands together through the rosary, closed his eyes, the golden light on his body shone brightly, and solemn Buddha singing voices came out of his mouth.

"Boom!"

The hurricane was rolling wildly around Fa Ming, Nie Chen saw that the golden light on Fa Ming's body was slowly dimming, his aura gradually weakened, and then, Fa Ming's body gradually disappeared in this hurricane.

Blood spilled out of his body, and as the hurricane swirled, Fa Ming's body quickly dissolved, and in less than half a column of incense, Fa Ming's body had disappeared in this hurricane.

"Abbot!"

"The abbot has fallen!"

In Hong'en Temple, two old monks in purple robes felt the breath of Fa Ming, and suddenly let out a burst of sorrow, and their eyes in the air were full of fear and shock.

In the center of the hurricane, a blood-stained yellow monk's robe and a spatial ring remained

Flying up and down in the hurricane, Nie Chen's eyes froze, and when he stretched out his hand, the ring had already appeared in his hand.

Penetrating his divine sense into that spatial ring, Nie Chen's face was instantly filled with a smile, and the fragments of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sword and Ling'er's demon spirit were indeed inside.

The battle in the air has been settled, but in the Hong'en Temple, Ren Fanchen is still struggling with the monks, Nie Chen looked at Fa Hui suspended in the air in the distance, nodded slightly at the latter, and then shouted at the lower as if he was a killing god:

"Fa Ming has been ambushed, and those who surrender will not die!"

The monks in the temple couldn't help but look up at the sky, and the fluctuation of the yuan force in their hands gradually weakened, but they saw the law enforcement elder of Hong'en Temple, Fa Hui, standing high in the air, shouting below:

"Dharma Zen, Dharma emptiness, still don't stop?!"

Fa Chan and Fa Kong are the two old monks in purple robes in Hong'en Temple, and when they heard Fa Hui's voice, they suddenly let out a long roar into the sky: "Fa Hui, you actually rebelled and surrendered to the enemy!"

Fa Hui said loudly: "Fa Ming has almost turned the Buddha Kingdom into a purgatory on earth, and there is more than innocent death! This person in front of you is the King of Baoxiang himself, do you still want to be obsessed and deceive the teacher to destroy the ancestors!"

Hearing the name of King Baoxiang, the momentum of Fakong and Fazen was vented, how could they not know that the person standing in front of them was Ren Fanchen, the king of Baoxiang, even if they didn't know it at first, couldn't they see it after this fight?

It's just that the Buddha country has been under the control of Fa Ming for tens of thousands of years, and for the King of Baoxiang, Hong'en Temple is hated and afraid, so he fabricated a rumor that Ren Fanchen has fallen, and Ren Fanchen has been lonely since the time, and the time is not ripe, so he has been living in seclusion in the desert.

At this time, Fa Ming was dead, and there was no longer any point in resisting, and there was a trace of hesitation in Fa Chan and Fa Kong's expressions.

At this moment, a powerful aura galloped towards Hong'en Temple, it was Nie Chen, who had just killed Fa Ming.

Nie Chen stood in the sky above Hong'en Temple, and swung a piece of training towards the Yuanli Enchantment, the balance between the monks and the Baoxiang King was instantly broken, and the people in Hong'en Temple fell backwards together, and the Yuanli Enchantment instantly disappeared.

"Surrender or die!"

Nie Chen roared angrily at the monks of Hong'en Temple, and the vast divine soul was overwhelming.

Just one Ren Fanchen is enough for them to stand it, where can the monks of Hong'en Temple still stand the coercion of Nie Chen's divine soul?

Under the leadership of Fazen and Fakong, the monks of Hong'en Temple surrendered on the ground.

Fa Hui in the air followed Nie Chen and landed in Hong'en Temple, leading the monks to welcome Nie Chen and Ren Fanchen into the main hall of Hong'en Temple.

In front of Shakyamuni's golden body, Nie Chen and Ren Fanchen stood side by side, Fa Hui, Fa Chan, and Fa Kong stood below, and thousands of warriors in Hong'en Temple were side by side.

I only heard Ren Fanchen say loudly: "I founded Hong'en Temple to promote Buddhism and cultivate the backbone of the fight against black demons, but since Fa Ming's abbot Hong'en Temple, the people of the Buddha country have been miserable, and the culprit is Fa Ming, but I can't escape the blame." ”

After a pause, Ren Fanchen said: "Now I intend to recommend Fa Hui as the new abbot of Hong'en Temple, do you have any comments?!"

Fazen and Fakong glanced at each other, then bowed down and said, "Disciple obeys the decree of the Fa!

The thousands of monks behind him saw that the two elders had agreed, so they also bowed down with them.

Ren Fanchen looked at Fa Hui and said: "The 48,000 temples in the Buddha country, tens of thousands of years of enslaving the people, have long passed the days of pampering, if you want to change all this, there is a long way to go." ”

Fa Hui saluted Ren Fanchen and said, "The disciple must do his best." ”

"Hmm"

Ren Fanchen nodded and said: "First manage Hong'en Temple, so that other temples will start to follow suit, before that, I will stay in Hong'en Temple, if there is any disobedience, just let it go!"

Fa Hui hurriedly thanked him, and then turned to the people of Hong'en Temple: "My first order is to immediately release all slaves and laborers in the temple, if there are those who are unwilling to leave, they will be paid monthly, from today on, all the food, living, and clothing of the monks in the temple must be self-sufficient, and they must not plunder the people from a stitch!"

After a long silence, all the monks bowed down one after another: "Disciple obeys the rule of law!"

Ren Fanchen turned his head to look at Nie Chen:

"What's next for you?"

Nie Chen said: "I'm going to repair the Ling'er Demon Spirit Fragment, and then I'll go to the Demon Realm." ”

"You want to restore her memory?"

Ren Fanchen looked at Nie Chen with burning eyes.

Nie Chen nodded.

"Well, be careful. ”

Ren Fanchen still wanted to stay in Hong'en Temple to help Fa Hui manage the affairs of the Buddha Kingdom, so he didn't say more, but suddenly instructed: "When you see your master, greet him on my behalf." ”

"Hmph"

Nie Chen smiled bitterly and said, "Well, I believe he can hear it." ”

Nie Chen made a slight adjustment, and three days later, he opened the gate of time and space and went to Naluo Tian in the west of the Demon Realm.

In the demon world, on the shore of Naluo Lake, the figure of a young man overlooks his reflection on the mirror-like lake, the woods by the river are golden, the lush leaves make a "rustle" sound in the wind, and a breeze blows, which can't blow away the bright sunshine or those good memories.

"Yinyue, are you okay?"

Nie Chen raised his face and looked at the charming sun in the sky, his eyes flashing with bright light.

(End of chapter)