This is the depths of a mountain range.

The sea of ​​clouds is continuous and the mist is swirling. Sometimes spiritual apes pick fruits and cranes roar. It is really a fairy-like atmosphere.

"Home is in the mountains, and the clouds are deep and I don't know where it is!"

Fang Ming was wearing a moon-white warrior uniform, standing on the Dita Peak Mountain Road with his hands behind his back. Looking at the stone plaques on both sides, he couldn't help but smile: "Come to me today, this Dita Peak is worthy of its name! Do you think it's Feixuan?"

Shi Feixuan followed Fang Ming silently, and his originally lively eyes appeared in nothingness at this moment.

"Where is Fan Qinghui? Song Que Baoshan!!!"

Before anyone could report it, Fang Ming shouted in a deep voice.

The sound waves surged, spreading from afar, making noises back and forth in the valley, and even shook the clouds and mists in the sky.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it seems to be only a moment.

Boom!

Boom!

The main building of Cihang Jingzhai roared.

The portal is located in a thick grove and the wooden door with a lotus-decorated door knocker on the door is opened.

After passing the seventh gate, Fang Ming and Shi Feixuan walked for a long time before they arrived at a large square.

In the jungle in the distance, there is a towering and upright spire. The sounds of chanting scriptures floated from the main hall "Cihang Hall" on the front.

"The poor nun is always good. I don't know what kind of thing is the reason for Emperor Song coming?"

An old nun with a calm face and eyes that were unwavering, like a lifeless old nun, came out, and the other party clasped his ten thousand and politely politely.

"Of course it's for killing people!"

Fang Ming's fingers flicked, and the sword swept across. Chang Shanni's head fell immediately and rolled on the ground a few times.

The emergence of blood plasma turned this pure Buddhist land into a Shura field in an instant.

The woman's screaming voice came faintly, and more than a dozen nuns appeared from the Cihang Hall.

"Song Que!"

Fan Qinghui's figure slowly walked out of the hall.

It seemed that when she was about thirty years old, her simple appearance gave people a look at the world, and there was no feeling of vicissitudes that moved her with nothing.

The bald head, whose hair was gone, emphasized that her face was clearly clear and beautiful outline like the undulating mountains and rivers, making people forget the mundane and seem to think of other worldly things again, which is a very disrespectful act to her.

But at this moment, there seemed to be an indescribable pain in her eyes: "I have been waiting for you for thirty years, and you are finally here!"

"Not bad! I'm here!"

Fang Ming had no expression on his face and suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Master!" The handsome Shi Feixuan behind him trembled, and a hint of horror appeared on her face. She floated into Fan Qinghui's arms like a lacquer swallow that threw herself into the forest.

"I came here specifically to destroy the family today!"

Fang Ming's voice was calm, but it appeared in every nun's ears, as if the wronged soul from hell had asked for his life: "Cihang Jingzhai has repeatedly blocked my major affairs, and his sins are unforgivable, so he should be destroyed!"

Fan Qinghui's delicate body trembled, and she looked at Song Que almost incredible, and suddenly laughed bitterly: "I didn't expect that Qinghui had misjudged you for the past thirty years! But why should you be so aggressive and not give you a trace of vitality?"

"It's Qinghui, you are forcing me! Since you asked Ning Dodge to challenge me, we have already broken off our affection!"

Fang Ming looked cold, but there was a majesty in his speech that no one could disobey: "What's more, I am the emperor, and I'm in my mouth with a fairy fairy in my mouth, and I want you to die! You have to die!"

He really has no good idea for Cihang Jingzhai, the last base camp of Buddhism.

Religious brainwashing is too powerful.

Fang Ming was completely unsure of being able to reverse the concepts of these nuns, so he could only take the most violent means.

Death cannot solve the problem, but it can eliminate the problem.

I can't win you in a debate, but I can destroy your body.

While speaking, his invisible aura opened, covering him like Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

The Yin God and the Yang God are moving rapidly, allowing him to absorb the two most essential and powerful forces in the universe and turn them into invisible aura soldiers in his hands!

This is the product of the highly condensed energy. Even if the great master comes, both body and spirit must be destroyed.

Fang Ming let out a long roar, and there seemed to be a sword and a sword on his hands. He suddenly transformed into Shura and rushed into Cihang Hall.

Pang!

Blood rains are pouring, and limbs are flying.

Even though there are many nuns who practice the heavenly way in Cihang Jingzhai who have excellent martial arts skills, even comparable to those of the master, unfortunately, how could they be Fang Ming’s opponent now?

Even under his mental lockdown, the more masters he is, the faster he dies.

"Evil thief!"

A middle-aged nun with a strong face shouted, her eyes shattered. If her eyes could kill, Fang Ming had been killed thousands of times.

Unfortunately, there was no effect at all. Fang Ming slashed it out with a knife, and the nun's head suddenly became different.

"Amitabha Buddha, since he has received good causes, he will obtain good results. Today he will be reborn in the Pure Land!"

An old nun with white eyebrows, like a snow-white one, fell cross-legged, with a calm face, as if she had already looked down on life and death, and had a great sense of transcendence on her body.

Fang Ming also slashed with the same sword. Under the divine sword, a blood thread immediately emerged on the old nun's forehead.

"No"

Such cold-blooded and ruthless methods of killing people were scared by the little nuns.

Among them, there are also many beautiful women with ice-skinned and beautiful skin and beautiful national beauty. It seems that they are the offerings collected by Cihang Jingzhai from various Buddhist sects. They have not been completely influenced, so they still have a little human nature.

But Fang Ming kept making moves.

His eyes were filled with indifference and ruthlessness. Beauty was woven and beauties were humans, and the elderly were also humans. They were also flesh and blood, with feelings and desires. Since they were all humans, why should there be a distinction? One should be damned and the other should not be damned?

All are equal before death!

He attacked like the wind, killing people faster, manipulating invisible qi soldiers, and with his hands empty, the nuns in the palace almost killed them completely.

Fan Qinghui didn't know what she was thinking, but she held the rosary in her hands and recited the scriptures without moving.

"Master!"

Shi Feixuan pulled Fan Qinghui's sleeves.

"Ha! You still call her Master?"

Fang Ming turned around and there was no trace of blood on his clothes, and even his face was still as calm as before, making Shi Feixuan seem to have seen a demon.

Fan Qinghui's beautiful body trembled and suddenly sighed.

"Why not call me Master?"

Shi Feixuan's face changed, and her face faded in an instant.

"Faixuan, you have cultivated your sword-like heart, don't you notice it at all?"

Fang Ming laughed: "Everyone knows that my Tiandao is ruthless, why did you spare your life several times? This is naturally because of it."

Pang!

Three rosary beads flew out in the shape of a font and turned into powder mist in the air.

"Since Emperor Song insisted on destroying the Buddha, Qinghui, as the master of Cihang Jingzhai, could only make an exception and ask for advice!"

Fan Qinghui suddenly opened her eyes.

"What? Are you afraid that I will continue to talk?"

Fang Ming showed no mercy and directly exposed the scars of her most beloved master to Shi Feixuan: "Do you know how your master tempted me in every way and asked me to spend a good night with her, saying that he only wanted to have a happy night. In fact, it wasn't it to conceive my flesh and blood, and to destroy me with true love?"

He seemed to sigh on his face: "Fan Qinghui, Mr. Song really admires you very much. He can't defeat me with love, but he still wants to use family affection? But he didn't know that Mr. Song's words are nothing but me! What is the troubles in the world?"

"At the beginning, Qinghui made a big mistake with just one thought, and today we should sacrifice ourselves to make up for it!"

Fan Qinghui suddenly turned into countless phantoms, and her fingers turned into swords, and stabbed them out with unparalleled sharpness.

Under this sword, Cihang Jingzhai's hall seemed to be buzzing, as if her move had already triggered the pure Buddha power accumulated by this Buddhist holy land for hundreds of years!

The Buddhist chant is faintly sung.

This woman was originally a master second only to the Grand Master, but at this time, she occupied the right time and place, even if the Grand Master came, she could only avoid the edge of the sword.

"Haha, when we went to Wushan together, Qinghui, you didn't say that. Song still remembers your gentle expression at that time!"

Fang Ming slowly closed his hands.

His movements were extremely slow, as if he was moving one by one, which made people see them very clearly.

But Fan Qinghui's sword seemed to be thousands of miles away from him, and he had not yet arrived until he successfully formed a seal, full of a strange and confusion in time and space.

"Evil demons and heretics, retreat to me!"

Fang Ming had no sorrow or joy on his face, and even more solemnly, he suddenly pushed forward with his hands.
To be continued...