After Fang Jing finished speaking, she slowly stepped forward and quickly walked out of the Sichuan City Bureau.
Hu Ruiguang looked at Fang Jing's leaving figure with a complicated expression.
Fang Jing walked forward. Although there was no one behind her, she could feel that someone was following her all the way.
Finally, after walking for a long time, they came to an empty and remote place, and Fang Jing also stopped.
"Everyone can show up, Xiaoni will fight with you here."
As Fang Jing finished speaking, seven figures quickly appeared around her.
Fang Jing's eyes were like water, and she looked at the seven people calmly.
Among the seven people, there was one person she had seen last night. He was the only one who survived among the five people who surrounded and killed her last night.
The other six people were all unfamiliar faces, and Fang Jing had never seen them before.
Fang Jing felt that among the seven people, there were five heaven-level masters and two Tao-level masters.
Compared to last night, there were two more people.
Fang Jing frowned slightly. Her injuries were not healed, and there were two more enemies. She was probably more likely to be in danger.
Among the seven people, one was particularly eye-catching. He was wearing a black monk's robe and had a black plum blossom mark on his bald head.
This person took a few steps forward, looked at Fang Jing, put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute:
"Amitabha! I have long heard about the name of the Buddha's daughter Fang Jing and her profound Dharma. Today I am here to receive a lesson."
Fang Jing looked at this person and said in a clear voice:
"You are Mo Luo Si, Mo Monk Mo Zhi."
The black-robed monk laughed a few times and said:
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the name of the little monk has already become famous in Daxia. It's rare, rare."
Mo Luo Temple is not located in Daxia, but overseas.
Compared with Zhenwu Shaolin Temple and Jingxin Temple in Daxia, Moluo Temple is a demon temple. Although they also practice Buddhism, the Buddhism they practice is distorted and modified.
It is not authentic Buddhism, but more like a cult organization in the name of Buddhism.
He has always been looked down upon by Zhenwu Shaolin Temple and Jingxin Temple in Daxia.
Mozhi is one of the masters of Moluo Temple and is very powerful.
In recent years, it has been said that Demonic Wisdom has done many harmful things in the name of promoting Buddhism, and he is a real Demonic Monk.
Fang Jing did not expect that Moluo Temple would also be involved in the dragon-slaying plan for this invasion of Daxia.
"Fang Jing, today I will fight with you about Buddhism."
Mozhi said loudly with a smile on his face.
Fang Jing's face turned cold as she spoke:
"What you practice is not a Buddha at all. Buddha is good, but the Buddha you are practicing is evil."
"Today, Fang Jing, I am willing to sacrifice my life to save you, a demonic monk, and restore some clarity to the world."
Fang Jing knew that she could not escape death today, so she might as well take this opportunity to kill this evil monk.
Mozhi heard this and laughed again:
"Hahaha! If you want to save me, I'm afraid your cultivation is not enough."
After finishing his words, he raised his hands, a black light flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, a black Zen staff appeared in his hand.
The Zen staff is as black as the sky, and there is a black hole on the head, which is very strange. The eyes of the skull are inlaid with two green gems, emitting a faint green light.
This black Zen staff seems to have special power that can confuse people's hearts and make them fall into illusions.
Waves of black power, like sound waves, eroded towards Fang Jing.
Fang Jing put her hands together, a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and suddenly the Buddha's light lit up, covering her whole body.
The golden Buddha light shrouded the Buddha, and the Buddha's power was mighty. The black power was blocked and could not approach Fang Jing at all.
Fang Jing's red lips parted slightly, and she kept reciting profound Buddhist scriptures.
As she recited Buddhist sutras, the Buddhist power that enveloped her became stronger.
Mozhi laughed, with disdain on his face:
"Weak Buddhist Dharma, let's see how the master defeats you!"
The black Zen staff in his hand struck the ground hard, causing the ground to tremble. Immediately afterwards, the magic light surged like a sea tide, sweeping out and killing Fang Jing.
The terrifying power is like a stormy sea, overwhelming mountains and seas, crushing it.
Black and gold, two completely different forces are fighting crazily.
Sometimes this side is strong, sometimes this side is weak. This chapter has been completed!