Tang Luo raised his eyes, the biggest feature of this group of girls was that they had good faces, and they were not very old, the youngest model was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the oldest one was no more than twenty years old.

Maybe it's really God's preference, most of the men on the Vimala Plain are indescribable, but the women are dignified and decent, just looking at their appearance, they really have a bit of divine temperament.

From the moment the holy woman came out, Dongzhi's mind was pinched, although he was very confident in his sister, but he was still a little worried when he looked at so many women whose temperament and appearance were not lost to Sang Lu.

Looking at the nobles and Feitian of Hyderabad who were standing at the forefront, throwing a gold medallion in his hand that looked like a coin at the feet of a certain saint, and then leaving after bowing sincerely, Dongzhi couldn't help but look at it in a hurry.

Although he was only standing in the corner of the square, the average person's length was no more than Tang Luo's chest, so he clearly saw the situation of the nobles of Hyderabad City throwing gold medals, from the current point of view, Sang Lu was not in the lead and fell in the middle, so Tang Luo opened his mouth and asked: "How many saints do you choose?"

Dong Zhi didn't reply, grabbed the shoulder of a man in front of him and poked his head hard: "Sometimes three, sometimes four, no more than five." ”

Tang Luo glanced at the number of gold medals in front of each candidate saint again, and said lightly: "What will happen if you can't choose?"

"It's impossible not to choose!" Dongzhi said decisively, after a while, he seemed to be a little weak-hearted, and said: "Ah Mei is only sixteen years old, I can't choose this time, I will choose next time!"

Glancing at Dong Zhi, Tang Luo didn't speak again, although he didn't think that the saint was a good job, but since Dong Zhi was so obsessed, he didn't have any obligation to remind, just pity a woman as pure as a white lotus.

I thought that Sang Lu would return home, but in the world, who can say it clearly until the last moment, the more nobles and non-heavens who voted in the back, the more gold medals will be voted for Sang Lu.

Just because the beauty of mulberry dew is a refreshing beauty like a clear spring, maybe at first sight it just felt delicate, but the more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes, and the rest of the gorgeous saintess candidates, with the first glimpse of the amazing past, are no longer as attractive as before.

When the elders of the Krakho Temple announced that Sang Lu was the holy woman chosen by Hyderabad to worship the Rahu Asura in her temple, Dong Zhi jumped up and danced so hard that he didn't even have time to wipe away the tears that flew sideways, and he cheered indulgently.

Perhaps in the eyes of the young Dongzhi, it was a great blessing for his sister to be able to serve the protector god of Rahu, but only Tang Luo saw that when the temple elder announced that Sang Lu had become a holy woman, the confusion and helplessness in the eyes of the young girl, maybe she was looking for her brother, but the platform of the temple was really too big, there were too many believers, and she couldn't find her brother hidden in the crowd at all, since then, she is the holy daughter of the Weta Temple, and she has dedicated her life to the believers of Rahu and said goodbye to her loved ones.

With the end of the selection of the Holy Maiden, the climax of the temple celebration has finally arrived, the handover of the new and old presiding officers of the Kraho Temple, and the invitation to the statue of the new god has begun!

There was no sadness or joy on the face of the Rakshasa, and in front of the eyes of the believers, he stepped into the void, and saw that the new god that the believers were looking forward to was about to fall off the towering temple platform, and a golden lotus suddenly appeared at his feet.

Walking in the void, Master Ke Luda gave birth to a lotus step by step, and a thousand feet of Buddha light rose behind him, and a Dharma that only belonged to the god Shura appeared in the sky, and the thousands of believers present saw such a miracle, and they all burst into tears of excitement and fell to the ground.

Ke Luda walked step by step to the sky in the middle of the square, sat down cross-legged, and opened his mouth to say a loud Buddha saying, which spread throughout the square, and the whole Hyderabad seemed to be the only voice left in him, and even those who did not come to worship knelt down reverently after hearing this voice.

I thought that this guy would just say a few words and just enjoy it, but he didn't expect this to be half-loud, and the impatient Tang Luo slipped up Dong Zhiti, who was prostrate on the ground, and asked, "What is this guy talking about?"

Dong Zhi, who was mentioned, was extremely frightened, but he didn't dare to put down the Buddha in his hand, and explained helplessly: "Master Ke Luda has just explained the scriptures, and at this time he is explaining why he should disobey the Dharma Protector God and use thunder as a Tao. ”

"Heh, is that so?" Tang Luo put down Dongzhi and turned his head to look at the incomparably sacred Master Ke Luda in the sky, and behind the mask was an expression of disgust that was about to be gagging.

It is said that a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth, but it is really hard for him to imagine that as a cultivator, how can he dare to confess such a level of deeds to himself, and he is not afraid that the righteous lord will expose this lie in anger, or does he think that ignorant believers will not believe others at all, and he will not be punished if he is backed by a non-heavenly clan?

It's really ridiculous, Tang Luo's eyes are full of light, and an evil fire can't suppress it, controlling the thirty-six falling Yu Yuan magnetic beads to turn into meteors and silently jump into the sky and float out of the city, the Yuan Magnet is stirring, a silent thunderstorm is brewing outside the city, and Ke Luda, who doesn't know anything about it, is still repeating his self-righteous lies.

"I want to see how this lie will come true if the "new god" who uses thunder as a way is killed by thunder!"

On the high platform of the temple, Master Jiuda glanced at the sky in the distance, and a smile suddenly welled up in Gu Jing Bubo's eyes, and he instructed several elders around him: "The temple will open in a while, and the believers will definitely rush in, the current monks and soldiers are not enough to maintain order, you wait to transfer the remaining monks and soldiers in the temple, be responsible for the order of each hall, and you must maintain the prestige of the temple, and you must not be chaotic!"

Several elders were reasonable, so they gave a Buddhist lesson to Jiu Da and left, and now all the believers were attracted by Master Ke Luda in the void, but no one found that several senior monks standing on the temple, only Jiu Da was left.

The storm stirred by the thirty-six falling Yuan magnetic beads became bigger and bigger, and the rolling thunder could no longer be hidden, an amazing Yuan magnetic storm suddenly approached Hyderabad, and the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, and Ke Luda, who was preaching in front of the temple, was panicked when he saw the Yuan magnetic storm, and just about to control the Shura Dharma Xiang to step forward and tear apart the thundercloud, he heard the exclamations of countless believers, and the crazy warning of the divine soul made Ke Luda quickly turn back.

I saw a Rahu Dharma Phase, which was three times larger than his Shura Dharma Phase, appeared in the sky, holding a bloody weapon in four hands, and tore his Asura Dharma Phase apart with just one blow, and at the same time, the Wan Jun Thunder in the Yuan Magnetic Storm fell violently, drowning out all the sounds of Ke Luda.