"Master Xuanke, you have your difficulties, and Xiao Wang also has his own difficulties."

"If the master doesn't agree, then Xiao Wang can only take the relic by force." Zhao Zheng changed his usual humility and kindness and began to speak tougher.

Li Zangfeng on the side was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he felt a little strange to the Ninth Prince next to him.

However, now that his master has spoken, Li Zangfeng naturally released his aura in cooperation, and the pressure of an innate warrior began to rise in the rotten Kegu Temple.

This rotten Kegu Temple was full of ordinary monks. Although they had some rough skills, under this innate momentum, they all began to feel tight-chested and weak-footed, and their faces became frightened.

"well!"

"The disaster has come!"

"Since the Ninth Prince insists on having his own way, the poor monk naturally has nothing to say."

"However, the holy monk's statue has many mysteries. Ordinary people cannot get close to it even if they want to touch it, let alone take out the relics inside the statue." Upon seeing this, the presiding monk of Lanke Temple said with a wry smile.

"Is there such a thing?"

"I would like to see how magical a dead thing can be!" Zhao Zheng looked surprised and disbelieving, and led the servants beside him to the main hall of the temple.

In the brightly lit high hall, a golden statue of a holy monk sat quietly on the lotus platform with his eyes closed.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the servants beside him, and two tall and strong guards climbed onto the lotus platform.

However, as soon as the two strong men came into contact with the statue of the holy monk, they saw a golden light burst out, and an invisible force spread out in the hall, sending the two strong men flying more than ten meters away.

Such a miraculous scene left everyone present stunned.

"There's something weird about this portrait!"

"Could it be some kind of secret mechanism?"

Zhao Zheng stared at the portrait, and Li Zangfeng on the side raised his hand and waved a palm. The innate energy appeared out of thin air and turned into a big hand to grab the holy monk's portrait.

However, after encountering the portrait of the deceased, this powerful hand of Zhenqi was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was swallowed up completely in the blink of an eye.

"Sure enough, there is a way!" Li Zangfeng said with a strange smile, and with the same disbelief, he turned over on the lotus platform and raised his hand to touch the statue of the holy monk.

There was a sound of waves, and a dazzling golden light burst out. Li Zangfeng, an innate warrior, was also affected by it. His body was uncontrollably blown away tens of meters by the invisible energy. When he landed, he took more than ten steps back, relying on his exquisite body.

Only then did he stabilize his figure by releasing his strength.

"Your Majesty, this portrait is really as magical as what Master Xuan Ke said."

"I'll test it with my true energy. Even if I'm a few inches away, I'll be bounced away by the energy from the portrait." Li Zangfeng reminded him loudly with a look of shock on his face.

The monks of Langke Temple who were watching on the side all put their palms together and chanted the Buddha's name after seeing this scene, with a look of pride on their faces.

"It's just a dead thing!"

"You can't even touch an innate master like Senior Li?"

"I just don't believe in this evil!" Zhao Zhengzheng insisted and actually climbed onto the lotus platform himself.

"My lord, take care of your dragon body!"

"Your Majesty..."

Seeing this, all the servants were so shocked that they broke into cold sweat and started shouting in the audience.

Zhao Zheng, however, had a ferocious look on his face, without any of the calmness of the past. He stretched out his hand and thrust hard into the chest and abdomen of the statue of the holy monk.

What is unexpected is that the energy that could even launch an innate warrior before did not appear this time.

Instead, when the Ninth Prince touched the portrait, a dazzling golden light burst out from the hall and shot straight into the sky!

In addition, an invisible magic circle hidden under the ground of Lankegu Temple also shattered like a bubble in this beam of golden light.

In an instant, the whole mountain shook, and a breath of horror began to brew in the main hall of the temple.

"This...is this?"

"Why am I here?"

The moment the golden light disappeared, Zhao Zheng, who had been in a state of madness before, suddenly regained his clarity of mind.

But at this moment, he was holding a round relic that emitted golden light in his hand, and the statue of the holy monk actually melted by itself in the previous flash of golden light, dissipating like soot in the clouds.

When the golden light completely dissipated, the mortals in the hall reluctantly opened their eyes and looked at Zhao Zheng, who was standing quietly on the lotus platform, as if he had fallen into some kind of awakening and confusion.

However, this was not considered miraculous. Just when everyone thought that the magic of the holy monk's statue had completely disappeared, a burst of wild laughter suddenly broke out from the mouth of a lamp-holding novice in the hall.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"More than eight hundred years!"

"I didn't expect that I would be able to escape one day!"

"Maitreya Buddha, you can't think of it, right?"

"The soul-soothing true body left behind by this mortal holy monk before his death was actually broken by his own ninth reincarnation!"

"Wonderful!"

"How strange!"

"Which junior cast the ecstasy spell on this ninth incarnation, and unexpectedly helped me get out of trouble?"

"If you let me know about it, I will definitely give him the title of treasure-bearing boy in my name!" The lamp-holding novice monk looked crazy, the monk's robe on his body was not moving in the wind, and suddenly a disgusting black breath came from it.

It flows out from the body.

"Junior Brother Huiwen, what's going on?"

"I do not know!"

"I usually see him holding a lamp in the main hall and working conscientiously. Why is he so crazy today?" All the monks in the main hall looked surprised.

However, when the host Xuan Ke saw the face of the lamp-holding novice, the memory in the back of his head seemed to be torn open.

"No...impossible!"

"More than fifty years have passed, why do you still look so young?" Host Xuan Ke seemed to be recalling something, staring at the face of the novice monk holding the lamp, as if some incredible secret had happened.

"Old bald donkey, stop guessing!"

"I have stayed in this Lanke Temple for more than eight hundred years. All of you, mortals, have grown old, sick, and died under my nose."

"But today I got out of trouble by luck and am in a happy mood, so I won't argue with you mortals!" The lamp-bearing novice smiled sarcastically, and a black light flashed on his body, a black aura rising into the sky, and an astonishing pressure of magic power, like a bulldozer.

The Lanke Temple, which covers an area of ​​dozens of acres, was directly reduced to ruins.

The mortals affected by this black energy were knocked hundreds of meters away one by one. They vomited blood, had their internal organs damaged, and lay unconscious in the ruins with broken arms and legs.

Only Li Zangfeng, an innate mortal, took advantage of the chaos to protect the stunned Ninth Prince. He was rushed into the ruins by the black energy, and he temporarily escaped with his body-protecting energy.

When the black air on the top of the mountain spread to the whole city, and then shrank suddenly at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the position of the lamp-holding novice, a wild wolf's laughter came from the original site of Lanke Temple.

Then he saw a strange and evil monk in purple attire replacing the image of the novice monk who held the lamp before. He glanced at the relics held in the hands of the Ninth Prince and said: "The relics transformed by a mere mortal saint monk actually have such rich aroma."

Foli!"

"But this thing is not of much use to me."

"Forget it, I have to go back to settle accounts with Maitreya Buddha, so I won't waste my time here."

The purple-clothed evil monk murmured a few words, raised his head and took a thoughtful look at the royal palace in the city. He said "interesting boy", then flew into the air and disappeared into a streak of purple lightning.

In the dark night.

Chen Fan, who was hiding in the villa, naturally noticed the changes in Lankegu Temple.

That evil gaze that spanned dozens of miles fell on him, making him shiver all over. By the time Chen Fan came back to his senses, the aura that made him shiver had turned around and disappeared without a trace.

No trace.
Chapter completed!