This Rakshasa man is the first fierce realm that Tang Luo saw after entering Vimala Dharma, and unlike ordinary martial artists, what flows in this person's body is not pure spiritual power, but a mixture of spiritual power of various evil qi, it stands to reason that there is such a huge evil qi in the body, even a fierce realm martial artist should be violent, twisted and manic, but although this male monk looks ugly, he is extraordinarily peaceful, and greets everyone along the way.

And all the people in this city of Hyderabad, when they see this man, will reverently fold their hands and salute, and some even kneel on the ground and throw their bodies to the ground.

It seemed that this man with a rakshasa face should be a very remarkable person, but Tang Luo didn't know that he was standing in the middle of the road with a sinister face, looking up at the surrounding buildings from time to time, a little confused in annoyance.

Although the wind media has compiled the particularity of Vimala Origin into information for Tang Luo to see, most of them are also anecdotes, and by the way, because of the inheritance, the words spoken by the residents of Vimala Origin will be slightly different from the official dialect.

This was already expected by Tang Luo, but he didn't expect that this non-Tianxiu clan would actually change the words beyond recognition, standing in the city of Hyderabad, there was no text that he could recognize, no matter how he extended the six senses, he didn't hear a word of official.

Obviously, Zhongzhou is the birthplace of official dialect, but at this time it has changed beyond recognition, and Tang Luo is in a foreign city, and he is also blind for a while.

While Tang Luo was thinking, the Rakshasa man also discovered this mysterious figure hidden behind the mask, and he stepped forward and muttered a word to Tang Luo.

Obviously, the other party was communicating with him, but Tang Luo was inexplicably a little desperate, because he couldn't understand at all, so he could only use his spiritual power to vibrate his vocal cords, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know how to speak official language?"

Hearing Tang Luo's words, the man with the appearance of a rakshasa looked confused, such an expression was already very revealing, Tang Luo didn't want to waste time, so he planned to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, he keenly felt that the atmosphere of the whole street had changed.

The faces of the onlookers were full of horror and uneasiness, as if they were surprised by Tang Luo's unreasonableness, while the man with the Rakshasa face was full of anger, and a fierce aura rushed out of his body, and the dark red lines like spider webs instantly covered the man's face, making the original appearance that was no different from the Rakshasa look even more hideous.

It seems that this guy wants to do it to himself, who gave you the courage?

Twelve falling Yuan magnetic beads flew out in an instant, three as a group, and locked the limbs of the angry man with Yuan magnetic gravity, and suddenly the man was choked by the neck before he could recover from the shock of the Yuan magnetic lock.

An aura that was even more violent and ferocious than the Rakshasa man gushed out from Tang Luo's body, brutally tearing apart the evil qi around the other party, and the masked man was fierce.

The Rakshasa man's limbs were locked by the Yuan magnetic beads at this time, his breath was suppressed again, and his neck was tightly held by the man in front of him, and he was no longer arrogant just now.

Maybe it's because he's been closed for too long, and he's been worshiped for so long that he's almost forgotten how big this world should be.

As a non-heaven who had just reached the realm of Shura, how could he not feel the hidden strength in the other party's hands, as long as he used his strength, his body and head would be separated.

This realization made the rakshasas-like man fearful, and his eyes were full of pleading for mercy.

"Legend has it that the Feitian clan is warlike and warlike, and seeing you like this, I am beginning to doubt the authenticity of the legend. ”

The hoarse voice sounded again, and Tang Luo casually threw the man away, retracting the twelve Falling Imperial Yuan magnetic beads.

As soon as the Rakshasa man regained his freedom, he hurriedly retreated a few steps, rubbing his neck while muttering something with his eyes flashing.

The embarrassing situation was repeated again, and this time the Rakshasa man could not maintain his lofty appearance, and it was obvious that Tang Luo's ferocity just now left a deep impression on him.

So when the tall, thin man in a star robe and a mask walked past him again, he froze in place and dared to turn back for a while.

Tang Luo Ke had no interest in paying attention to the other party's mental journey, he was now full of satisfaction to find an interpreter who could speak official dialect, although he had been mentally prepared for the other party's refusal to be strong from the time he planned to come to Vimala Tahara, but seeing those devout believers along the way still made his attitude soften.

These people traveled thousands of miles with their families and all their belongings to make a pilgrimage, and every building, every Buddha statue, was built little by little by these devout believers, and once he decided to do it, then the magnificent city of Hyderabad and the sacred Buddha temple will forever become history.

Destruction is always easier than building, and although Tang Luo is dressed like a villain, he doesn't want to wantonly destroy what others hold dear, because it doesn't make him happy.

As for the conflict with the Rakshasa man, to be honest, Tang Luo didn't pay attention to it at all, so he walked away, but he didn't know what kind of storm he had just done in Hyderabad.

In the city of Hyderabad, in the walled house, a brother and sister are talking in the room.

Although the house was very simple, it was cleaned up, and the few belongings of the two were neatly stacked, not at all like the mess of ordinary poor people.

The boy was the elder brother, black and thin, like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with bright eyes.

My sister is white and pure, like a believer who is better than poor.

"Ah Mei, Master Ke Luda is in the city at this time, if you can be selected as a saint this time, you can go to Ned with him, serve the gods, and listen to the teachings of the Dharma Protector God, so that you can be reborn in the non-heavenly clan in the next life, Ah Mei, you must seize this opportunity!"

There seemed to be a light in the boy's eyes when he spoke, and his pride was overflowing, and although he said words of encouragement, in his eyes there was no one more fit to be a saint than his sister.

But the white and innocent little girl didn't think so in her heart, and almost as soon as the boy finished speaking, she burst into tears.

"Brother, Sang Lu doesn't want to choose a saint, Sang Lu is not ready yet, why don't you do it next time?"

"What's next time!" The boy was anxious, and said angrily: "Three years ago, you should have chosen a saint, but you said that you didn't memorize the scriptures, for fear of blaspheming the Dharma Protector God, but Brother knows that you only need to listen to the scriptures once to remember, and you can memorize them after two or three times, you are a person who should be born to be a saint." Last time, Brother snuggled up to you, this time I can't let your temperament anymore!"