The leader of the country has rebelled, which sounds a bit funny and illogical.
After all, the entire country belongs to the king, and the concept of rebellion is as ridiculous as stabbing yourself with a knife, but Master Fenkong and the two great monks did not feel the violation at all.
This is because although the Yanguang Buddha Kingdom is apparently ruled by the royal palace, the real person in charge is the Randen Ancient Temple.
The king of the country is more of a ruler in a symbolic sense. To put it harshly, he is a puppet.
Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say. This is actually not difficult to understand.
After all, even the most powerful leader of the kingdom is only in the realm of a saint, and he doesn't even have half a god general under his command. Naturally, he cannot influence the will of the Lantern Ancient Temple.
But once power is involved, who can truly be rational?
Which person in power likes to be lorded over by others?
Master Fenkong could already feel the unwillingness and dissatisfaction in the heart of the king. The reason why the conflict between the two sides has not erupted yet is because of the extreme unequal power, which forced the royal family to swallow their anger.
"They actually drove the army this way!"
After releasing his spiritual consciousness for a moment, the Yanxing Divine Monk's expression suddenly became very strange, "Is Zhu Yuming going crazy?"
Zhu Yuming is the name of the leader of Yanguang Buddha Kingdom.
"Where did you get the news that I was injured?"
The look of surprise on Master Fenkong's face flashed away, and he guessed casually, "But with the king's strength, even if I die, what can he do to me, Lantern Ancient Temple?"
"Master, Zhu Yuming is a very ambitious person, and his desire for power is far greater than that of the previous leader."
Monk Yanru said respectfully, "Once someone is provoked by someone with intentions, he may become hot-headed, lose his mind, and make irreparable stupid actions."
"Well said."
Master Fenkong nodded and said, "You two can take his place as master. It's enough to give him a slight punishment. There is no need to take his life."
"yes!"
The two great monks, Yanru Yanxing, put their palms together and saluted.
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"Your Majesty, is it really true that Burning the Sky Bald Donkey can't survive?"
On the battlefield two miles away from the Randen Ancient Temple, Buddha Lord Zhu Yuming stood in the air, with fluttering white clothes. He looked at the Buddhist army under his command who were fighting fiercely with the disciples of the ancient temple. A trace of worry flashed across his face unconsciously.
A man in black beside him asked in a low voice, "Why can't these ancient temple disciples see any trace of sadness on their faces? Is your news... wrong?"
Just as the Yanru Divine Monk guessed, this generation of kings is a very power-minded person, and even dreams of one day taking back control of the entire country from the Randen Ancient Temple.
Driven by this strong idea, and encouraged by the man in black next to him, he still couldn't resist the temptation. After learning that Master Fenkong was seriously injured, and that two more of the four great monks died,
, his head became hot, and he decisively launched a mutiny.
The one who made the provocation was naturally the master of alienation from the "Black Coffin", the Apostle of Jealousy.
As soon as he, the Apostle of Sloth and the Ghost Demon showed up, they showed terrifying strength that far surpassed that of a saint, easily impressing the king and all the princes and ministers, and then showed them with affection, reason, and all kinds of praise.
, various promises, and without much effort, successfully stirred up the ambition deep in the heart of the king.
"Just leave those two bald donkeys Yanru and Yanxing to us."
But what really made the king make up his mind was the words thrown out by the jealous apostle.
What he was afraid of was nothing more than Master Fenkong and the four great divine monks. Now that someone has taken away his worries, what are he waiting for?
Send troops!
attack!
Take back everything that belongs to you!
In his heart, he was full of ambition and pride. At this moment, he seemed to have seen the wonderful scene of himself ruling the Buddhist Kingdom and dominating the world.
But when they actually fought, Zhu Yuming couldn't help but feel a little hairy as he looked at the fierce combat power of the Gucha disciples who were not afraid of death.
"Why, the king can't trust us?"
The jealous apostle's face remained unchanged and he spoke lightly.
"Don't dare."
Zhu Yuming's heart tightened, and he quickly said with a smile, "It's true that the Lantern Temple has accumulated prestige for many years, and the four great monks are even more notorious. Not being able to witness their end makes people feel uneasy after all."
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. If those two bald donkeys come, we will naturally deal with them."
A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the jealous apostle, and he sneered, "Just looking at the strength of your army, not to mention the four great monks, they seem to be unable to deal with ordinary ancient temple disciples, which is disappointing."
"this……"
Zhu Yuming's expression was stagnant, and he was very embarrassed, "Randeng Ancient Temple is a big cave after all. The exercises and spiritual skills practiced by the disciples are better than us after all, and they are not so easy to deal with."
The jealous apostle sighed angrily, and looked at the lazy apostle beside him.
"A Mandrill."
The Sloth Apostle realized something, looked at Demon Mandrill with a smile and said, "Please!"
"Don't call me Mandrill."
Ghost Mandrill frowned and complained in great displeasure, "My name is Ghost Mandrill!"
Before he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared among the people who were fighting fiercely. He drew a huge blade from behind with his right hand, and violent black flames shot out from his body and swept in all directions.
An infinite heat wave filled the world in an instant, and even the surrounding temperature rose a lot without realizing it.
Wherever the black flames passed, countless soldiers from both sides were instantly turned into flying ashes, charred black bones were scattered everywhere, and shrill screams could be heard one after another.
He just stood there, and even before he took action, he created a terrifying scene like hell.
"What a thief!"
Seeing the ferocity of the ghost mandrill, several ancient temple monks in the realm of saints abandoned their opponents and galloped towards him. Buddha beads, demon pestles, tigers and even divine dragons suddenly appeared in the sky. The light of powerful spiritual skills was dazzling.
They hit him hard from different directions, with a force that shook the heavens and the earth, and the power was astonishing.
The mandrill didn't even have time to react before he was instantly swallowed up by the spiritual skills that filled the sky and disappeared into various colors of light.
These three people are so boastful that they only have this little strength, right?
The opponent’s master general hasn’t shown up yet!
Seeing that the mandrill was overwhelmed by the opponent's violent attack, Zhu Yuming couldn't help but change his expression, and secretly glanced at the jealous apostle beside him, feeling even more unsure.
But I saw that the two great apostles, Jealousy and Sloth, both looked as usual, calm and collected. How could there be any trace of panic on their faces?
The strong light gradually dissipated, revealing the scene again.
I saw a black flame giant standing where the mandrill originally was.
The giant's eyes are red, its body is covered with black flames, it holds a huge blade in its hand, and it releases endless ferocious energy. Just a glance at it from a distance makes people feel frightened, and their souls are gone. There is only one thought left in their minds.
Just leave as soon as possible and stay as far away from it as possible.
"Tiny ant!"
Just when everyone was stunned, the black flame giant suddenly grinned and uttered a few words contemptuously.
"Ouch!!!"
Immediately afterwards, eight terrifying black dragons with huge bodies and fierce intentions flew out from him. They spit out fierce flames, bared their teeth and claws, and rushed in all directions with lightning speed, burning everything in their path and leaving no grass alive.
.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
One deafening sound after another resounded on the battlefield, and with the explosion of black dragons one after another, the surrounding life was constantly being emptied.
When all eight black dragons exploded, no trace of armor or grass was left around them. Many lives on both sides of the enemy and ours disappeared. Only the black flame giant was left standing proudly with a giant blade in his hand, like an ancient demon god, emitting endless energy.
The fierce flames bring destruction and despair to the world.
The corner of Zhu Yuming's mouth twitched slightly. He stared at this evil spirit who did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy and killed indiscriminately, as well as the smoking skeletons of his own army on the ground. He felt a constant pain in his body, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
He didn't feel a little more confident about the strength of the three men in black.
"This kid is so cruel!"
Looking at the exaggerated scene below, even the Apostle of Jealousy was a little overwhelmed. After a long time, he said calmly, "I don't know where you found such a character."
"How about it?"
The lazy apostle said proudly, "My vision is pretty good, right?"
At this moment, the two of them suddenly looked at each other, and both raised their heads to look at the sky.
I saw two figures suddenly appearing high in the sky. They had bare heads, fluttering monk robes, solemn demeanor, and extraordinary power.
"They are two great monks!"
Noticing the appearance of the two men, Zhu Yuming's expression changed and his voice trembled instinctively.
How could the prestige accumulated by the four great monks for many years be broken so easily?
Feeling the strong pressure from above, Ghost Mandrill slowly raised his head and stared at the two masters of the Soul Realm fearlessly. Instead of taking even half a step back, he grinned, his eyes shining with eagerness to try.
"Just do it!"
The Lazy Apostle was well aware of Ghost Mandrill's temper, so of course he would not really let him fight against the Soul Realm. While yawning, he jumped out and went straight to the two great monks.
The jealous apostle chuckled and followed suit.
"It turns out you 'Black Coffin' are causing trouble!"
Seeing the face of the Apostle of Jealousy, the Flame Divine Monk suddenly realized, and then shouted angrily, and instantly condensed a terrifying red spirit spear in his right hand, and fiercely attacked him, "Karma Fire Divine Spear!"
"Yehuo Divine Spear!"
The jealous apostle chuckled, and actually transformed into an identical flame spear, and faced it provocatively.
"boom!"
The two gleaming red flame guns collided fiercely, the dazzling flames exploded, and the terrifying heat wave instantly covered the entire sky...
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