Shen Lang thought for a while, King Longhai Ming is a Buddhist monk, his relics must also be related to Buddhism, the emperor is the ultimate way of attack, not suitable for the inheritance of King Longhaiming, although the emperor followed Shen Lang for the longest time, but helplessly, the emperor and King Longhai Ming have different ways, so the relics of King Longhai can only be given a page of books, and a page of books has this opportunity, which can be regarded as okay.

"Okay, I promise you, you tell me the sealed place of King Shura, and I will take the relics directly. ”

Hearing Shen Lang's promise, King Longhaiming's expression relaxed, as for giving Shen Lang relics first, King Longhai Ming never thought that Shen Lang would regret it, after all, Shen Lang is the strongest, and the strongest person will do what he says, otherwise Shen Lang's strongest person is too worthless, and if he goes back on his word, Shen Lang will not become the strongest, just the heart demon thunder tribulation of the strongest, it is not something he can get through.

The phantom of King Longhai gradually faded, and finally dissipated into the sky, leaving only the relics that emitted the light of the Buddha, quietly floating on the high platform.

Shen Lang's palm was stretched slightly, and the relics of King Longhai Ming flew into his hands.

Shen Lang put away the relics of King Longhai Ming, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Shen Lang saw the host of Longhai Temple standing there with a solemn expression, he seemed to have a sense, and bowed deeply to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, and then followed the host of Longhai Temple and walked towards the outside of the tower.

Back in the main hall of Longhai Temple, the host of Longhai Temple talked to Shen Lang and others, and Shen Lang said goodbye and left.

Outside Longhai Temple, Shen Lang turned around and looked at a page of the book, "Baishi Jinglun, your opportunity has arrived." ”

A page of the book moved, and then bowed deeply to Shen Lang, "Thank you, Emperor." ”

Shen Lang waved his hand slightly, "No need, since you are with me, if there is a chance, I will definitely fight for you." ”

Qin Xiangtian, who was beside Shen Lang, heard what Shen Lang said to a page of the book, his expression moved slightly, and he sighed, this body is worthy of being able to become the strongest, if Shen Lang is replaced by Qin Heng, he may not be able to achieve Shen Lang's level.

Shen Lang was not in a hurry to make a breakthrough in the page, the page of the book still needs to be cultivated for a period of time, to adjust himself to the peak, and prepare to survive the catastrophe.

....

Shen Lang and others came to a high mountain made of yellow sand, raised their eyes and looked around, faintly, they saw the Fahua Temple covered by yellow sand.

Fahua Temple was told to Shen Lang by the host of Longhai Temple, and Shen Lang came here all the way according to the location told by the host of Longhai Temple.

The reason why Shen Lang came back to Xiling to look for Fahua Temple was because Shen Lang guessed that there were traces of the Buddha in Fahua Temple.

The Buddha is the ancestral realm powerhouse of the Continent of the Gods, according to the Qinghuang said, the Buddha has something to enter the martial realm, without that thing, it is difficult for Shen Lang to break through the barrier of the martial realm, so Shen Lang needs to find the Buddha and obtain the certificate to enter the martial realm.

What kind of place is the martial realm, Shen Lang doesn't know, just based on what the Qinghuang said, the martial realm has the opportunity to break through the ancestral realm, but Shen Lang guessed that the martial realm may not be so simple, even if it is not created by the master, it will be a strange place between heaven and earth.

Against the wind and sand, Shen Lang and the others came to the door of Fahua Temple, just outside the gate of Fahua Temple, Shen Lang felt that Fahua Temple was protected by a mysterious energy.

Feeling that energy, Qin Xiangtian explained, "Brother Shen, you also feel it, right?"

Shen Lang nodded slightly, "Hmm." ”

"This is the energy emitted by the divine weapon left behind by the strongest man in Fahua Temple. ”

It is said that the divine weapon of the strongest man in Fahua Temple is a powerful divine weapon of defense, "Tuotian Bowl", Tuotian Bowl was originally in the hands of the strongest person in Fahua Temple, known as "the strongest defense", even if it is the same as the strongest, it is difficult to break through his defense. ”

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, and he was interested, the strongest ancestor of this Fahua Temple really has some foresight, every supreme warrior will let his weapons have a strong attack power to enhance his own strength, but when those supreme soldiers sit down, even if their juniors can control those divine soldiers, they will not give full play to the power of those divine weapons, and the defensive divine soldiers are different, when those supreme divine soldiers cannot exert their full strength, defensive divine weapons are definitely much more useful than those attacking divine soldiers.

And there is a greater advantage of the defensive gods, that is, when the Fahua Temple is green and yellow, and there is no strong person in charge, relying on the heavenly bowl, it can also let the Fahua Temple continue to inherit.

The mountain gate of Fahua Temple, different from Longhai Temple, outside the mountain gate, there are Buddhist disciples who are received, and those Buddhist disciples are all wearing gray practice clothes.

As soon as Shen Lang and the others arrived, several disciples of Fahua Temple greeted them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the little monk is polite. ”

Yuan Zhenyang took a step forward and saluted back: "A few little masters, this is the master of my family, this time we came to your temple to ask to see the abbot of your temple, and please pass it on." ”

The little monk of Fahua Temple glanced at Shen Lang and the others, and felt that Shen Lang and the others were extraordinary, so he did not dare to slack off, but asked another Fahua Temple monk to take Shen Lang and others to the reception hall of Fahua Temple, but he ran into the mountain gate and sent a message.

Shen Lang and others followed the monk of Fahua Temple all the way, walking in the Fahua Temple, looking at the pavilions and pavilions in the Fahua Temple, Shen Lang nodded slightly, Fahua Temple is worthy of being the sect inherited by the strongest, just looking at the layout and architecture in the temple, it is secretly legal, and people will relax unconsciously, as long as they are not too stupid people, they can achieve something in the temple.

Just when Shen Lang and the others followed the Fahua Temple monk to the reception hall of Fahua Temple, a middle-aged monk wearing a yellow monk's robe, with a ring scar on his head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a blood-red robe, suddenly passed by, saw Shen Lang and others, and suddenly stopped them.

"Qin Xiangtian, it turned out to be you, you bloody villain, you dare to come to my Fahua Temple?"

The monk's sudden angry shout made Shen Lang and the others stop.

"Ah, it turned out to be Uncle Xuanming. ”

The novice of Fahua Temple, when he saw the middle-aged monk, his expression changed, and he didn't know what to do.

Gritting his teeth, the little novice turned to Shen Lang and the others and explained, "A few donors, this is me..."

Before the novice could be introduced, Qin Xiangtian interrupted the little novice's words, "This person is Xuan Ming of the martial arts hall of Fahua Temple, this person is jealous and hateful, it is said that when Xuan Ming did not enter the Buddhist gate, his family was killed by the martial artists of the Demon Dao, and later after entering the Fahua Temple to learn martial arts, he began to kill the demon warriors on a large scale, if it wasn't for the monks of the Fahua Temple to stop it, the Demon Sect would have taken action against Xuan Ming a long time ago." ”