Jiang Fan knew from the mouth of the sweeping monk that this kind of power was called Gang Qi, and he couldn't help but think about it, and after a while, the true qi in his body began to change, and he actually wanted to temporarily improve the Northern Spiritual Skill again, so as to cultivate a higher quality Gang Qi. In fact, it is not that he has a great rebellion, but that his realm is too high, and he has come into contact with some peerless martial arts, and after deduction, it is not difficult to improve like this.

The sweeping monk saw Jiang Fan close his eyes, and the monks who were watching from Shaolin also felt strange, when he was puzzled, Jiang Fan's side suddenly changed, his clothes were windless and automatic, and the Dao Dao Gang Qi burst out from his body, and the sweeping monk's eyes condensed, when he broke through this realm, he didn't know how much time it took, and it took a lot of effort to comprehend the mystery of the second, the young man in front of him, only heard the gang qi, and made a breakthrough, and he felt Jiang Fan's terrible even more.

The true qi in the body runs in the meridians, changing rapidly, and finally turning into gangqi.

"It turns out that this is Gangqi, and it really lives up to its name." Jiang Fan sighed, then glanced at the monks before looking at the sweeping monks.

"Today, in addition to wanting to fight with you, I also have something to discuss with Shaolin." Jiang Fan said in a deep voice.

All the monks listened to it, they knew that they were coming, the other party was the pope of a religion, and between religions, it was the most cruel and vicious, and it was common for people to destroy the temple and die.

"I wonder what the Pope is doing?" Xuanzi was the abbot after all, and asked with his hands together.

Jiang Fan said lightly, "Belong to my Destiny God Sect, believe in my God Sect, and worship the idol of my Sect Luo Xuzhen God." As soon as these words came out, no matter who they were, they were shocked and scolded angrily, even Qiao Feng also felt that Jiang Fan was too domineering, but he didn't know what to say, because now the monks were constantly scolding, and he didn't need to speak out at all.

"What kind of religion is the Destiny Cult that the donor said, and why has the old monk never heard of it?" The sweeping monk couldn't help asking.

Jiang Fan began to preach, completely incarnated as a god, and said that the Divine Cult of Destiny was full of fanciful, and pointed directly at how many Buddhas Shaolin worshipped, but he never appeared, but the Divine Cult of Destiny came to the true god, and he was the only true god in this world, and secretly pointed out from time to time that if he did not enter the Divine Cult, Shaolin would have no need to exist.

The sweeping monk frowned, "Although the donor is extremely high in martial arts, he may not be able to win Shaolin, right?" ”

"Oh, you still want to do it?" Jiang Fan asked with a smile.

The sweeping monk clasped his hands and said nothing, but looked at Jiang Fan fixedly, and it was clear from his eyes that the sweeping monk wanted to take over this disaster for Shaolin.

"In that case, watch the miracle of the coming of our Lord." Jiang Fan said softly, and then raised his hands high, the monks were puzzled, but when they saw Jiang Fan raise his hand, he said softly, "Where is the scepter of God?" ”

Originally, the scepter handed over to Murong Bo, he had already solved Xiao Yuanshan with the scepter, and he was very excited about the power exerted by the scepter, and even had an idea to take this thing for his own use, every time he looked at the scepter in his hand, he was cautious, in his eyes, this was a treasure.

On this day, Murong Bo was studying the scepter in his hand, and suddenly felt a tremor of the scepter, glowing with the light when he had done it with Xiao Yuanshan before, he didn't understand what was going on, but he found that the scepter seemed to be about to get out of his hand, and he was shocked, and hurriedly grabbed the scepter tightly.

"Where is the scepter of God?" This sentence suddenly sounded in Murong Bo's ears, the voice was very familiar to him, it was the voice of the Pope of the Destiny God Sect, and when he was taken aback, the light of the divine scepter in his hand shook, and he instantly broke free from his hand and broke through the air.

When the scepter burst out with that power, Murong Bo was terrified in his heart, because he had a feeling that if he forcibly didn't let go, he would inevitably be shocked to death by the scepter, and that feeling was so clear that it made him frightened.

Looking at the direction where the scepter broke through the air, it was actually Shaolin that was not far away, because he was near Shaolin at the moment, after thinking about it, he still chased after it closely, wanting to see what was going on, so that the Pope needed to use the Scepter of God, and also wanted to see the Pope's true strength.

When he was participating in Hezhuang, he and Jiang Fan made a move, but the other party didn't use the scepter in his hand at all.

Outside the door of the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, after hearing Jiang Fan lightly talk about the scepter of God, he didn't understand what was going on, but he found that a light crossed the sky, and then fell in front of Jiang Fan, with a scepter wrapped in the golden light, just floating in front of Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan gently took the scepter.

"Actually, I mentioned this matter today, it is also for the good of Shaolin, my god sect wants to spread the divine voice of my lord all over the world, wherever my lord's will goes, everything needs to be surrendered to the feet of my lord, and the existence of heresy is not tolerated, today it is said that Shaolin is attached, and the existence of Shaolin, otherwise it will be the day when Shaolin disappears in the world." Jiang Fan said softly.

All the monks stopped scolding, because they found that Jiang Fan was holding the scepter in his hand, and he was bathed in a divine light, like the arrival of the gods, noble, pure, domineering and other different momentum mixed together, the gods were originally high, they were the most noble existence, pure, and the feeling to the monks was that they were so pure that they could not tolerate the slightest impurity.

Domineering, in front of mortals, the domineering of the gods does not allow them to refuse.

"You ......" Xuanzi abbot's eyes almost breathed fire, Shaolin has been building for many years, and it must not be destroyed in his own hands, and the Shaolin monks also had the idea of being with the Shaolin Temple, and the temple was destroyed.

The sweeping monk looked at the divine light on Jiang Fan's body, and his eyes flickered.

"Why, don't you agree? Then, now my lord will wipe out Shaolin. Jiang Fan said softly, and then looked in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, "However, before erasing Shaolin, the martial arts of your temple cannot be lost." ”

When all the monks in Shaolin heard this, they couldn't help it anymore, and they surrounded them one after another, not saying hello at all, and shooting directly, and everyone rushed to Jiang Fan with all their might.

Jiang Fan didn't care at all, if he had just come to this dimension, maybe even if there was a divine skill, he might not be able to take much advantage, but now, the holy mountain has been decided, the temple has been built, and the believers are growing, and there are believers who provide the power of faith, so that the clones can exert greater power in this dimension.

In particular, the hidden sound descended with the mysterious power of his doppelganger and the power of the believer's faith, almost suppressing the laws of this dimension.

"God says, 'No attack shall come near me.'" Jiang Fan held his scepter high and sang softly.

Everyone rushed to Jiang Fan, but found that they couldn't touch Jiang Fan through the body, the person in front of him was like an illusion, Qiao Feng was also surprised at the moment, he had seen Jiang Fan perform magic skills, that is, when he injured the Wang Gang Master, this time, it was against the Shaolin master, and the sweeping monk who was hiding in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The sweeping monk was no longer calm at the moment, such a method had been out of the category of martial arts, and he said secretly, "Could it be that the Divine Sect behind this person in front of him really has the existence of gods?" ”

"God says that all heresies will be judged by my Lord."

A series of golden chains appeared out of thin air, these chains appeared, everyone felt a chill, they were not allowed to resist at all, they were immediately caught by these chains, unable to move, and they had a strong feeling, as long as they dared to resist, the chains in the Dao would inevitably break their waists.

The sweeping monk and Qiao Feng were the only ones who were not caught in the chains, and the two of them were so shocked that they retreated again and again.

They really can't be calm, such a method is no longer the ability of martial arts, and they all secretly ask in their hearts, is there really a god in the world, if there is really a god, why didn't it come until recently, why didn't it come?

"You have decided whether you have decided or not, adhere to the Divine Religion, believe in my Lord, and worship my Lord, otherwise Shaolin will disappear into history." Jiang Fan asked again.

Originally, before he came, he didn't think about it, but after fighting with the sweeping monk, he thought that the people in the rivers and lakes are not so easy to talk to, only with the current mission, Shaolin will only fight back, although not afraid, but it will be very troublesome, it is better to come directly, directly wipe out Shaolin, or subdue.

"Pope......" Qiao Feng couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward to rescue the Shaolin monks.

Jiang Fan didn't stop it, but Qiao Feng found that he couldn't use any means, and the chains that were wrapped around the monks couldn't move at all, and he couldn't save everyone from getting out.

"Hey......" the sweeping monk sighed, and he didn't know what to do.

Over the years, this is the biggest catastrophe that Shaolin has encountered, and there is no reason to be spared, and the abbot Xuanzi is even more sad, wanting to commit suicide but not that decisive, because now it is not something that he can solve by dying.

"Pope......" Murong Bo also arrived at this time, and behind him were a large number of Shaolin disciples, who also found out what was happening here, hundreds of monks surrounded Jiang Fan, but none of them dared to make a move.

Murong Bo saw that many masters of Shaolin were wrapped in a chain, and couldn't help swallowing the water, Shaolin, but Taishan Beidou of martial arts, no one dared to think that he would fight against Shaolin alone, but the Pope in front of him did so, and he had the upper hand, and he was now staring at the scepter in Jiang Fan's hand.

"Murong Bo, you put away the classics of the Scripture Pavilion, since Shaolin doesn't know about affairs, you will erase Shaolin." Jiang Fan said softly.

Murong Bo, who was originally covered with his face, was also surprised, but he still stepped forward and saluted, and then he answered and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, however, he was stopped by many monks who arrived behind, Murong Bo was about to make a move, Shaolin Abbot Xuanzi stared at Murong Bo and said in a deep voice, "It turns out that the old benefactor of Murong is still alive, and he has also worshiped the Divine Sect of Destiny, you retreat, you can't stop it." ”

Because he knew that if these disciples stopped Murong Bo, the young Pope in front of him would definitely take action, and that kind of method was no longer something that human beings could fight.

All the Shaolin disciples glared angrily, and some people didn't listen to the abbot's words and pounced on Murong Bo.

"Forget it, move this scripture pavilion to the holy mountain." Jiang Fan drank Murong Bo back, but the scepter he held high burst out with a more dazzling divine light.

"I say, Wherever I will, I will obey."

The divine light exploded, instantly enveloping the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the golden light was magnificent, and no one dared to look at it, so they could only close their eyes tightly, and the divine light slowly dispersed after a while, and when they came back to their senses, they opened their eyes to see, they were all stunned, stunned, and their eyes were blurred, and they couldn't understand what kind of means this was.

The Pavilion disappeared in front of him, as if there had never been such a pavilion, and he didn't know that it had been moved there.

Murong Bo shuddered, originally promised to cooperate with the Jiang Fan Divine Sect, and had some careful thoughts, and even planned that after the founding of the country, if there was a chance, he could start suppressing the Divine Sect of Destiny, but now that this scene had happened, he understood that there was really a god behind the Divine Sect of Destiny, and the Pope in front of him also had unpredictable power.

The sweeping monk glared, retreated again and again, and pointed at Jiang Fan, but he couldn't say a word.

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