"No!" Fakong roared hard, glaring at Tuluo with endless anger in his eyes, and even trying to rub the other person's pleasure. Unfortunately, this is just his fantasy, but the fact is cruel, so cruel that he wants to cry.

The smile on Tuluo's face suddenly shrank, staring at him and snorted coldly, "Ants should look like ants! Isn't it my dear Master Fakong! You should kneel down now, how can you stand and talk? Right? My dear Buddha!" ​​The last word Tuluo bite very heavily, as if he was performing a drama.

When did Fakawa be treated like this as a Buddha's thought? Why can't he hear such obvious sarcasm? He was almost vomiting blood when he heard it.

Before Fakong could react, a figure appeared behind him, and one leg swept across him, smashing Fakong's legs. The next moment, Fakong had already kneeled on the ground, and cold sweat was flowing on his forehead.

"Very good!" Tuluo looked at Fakong who was kneeling on the ground and nodded with satisfaction.

"You!" Fakong was about to fight back, but he saw a slap and flew out.

"It's a pity to waste an incarnation. How could it be possible to go back without collecting some benefits before this?" Tu Luo always kept a smile on his face, but it was a sign of danger in Fakong's eyes.

Fakong is very complicated now, with anger, shock, and disbelief. He never thought that he would be defeated by a false god. He was not only defeated by the other party, but also defeated in a scattered manner. This seemed impossible to him, but it was the fact.

"I told you that although this is a temple, it is not your home court." Tuluo shook his hand, and the scepter on his right hand rotated a circle, and a healing magic technique fell on Bai Qianren. The magic technique had just fallen on Bai Qianren's magic technique, but the wound on his body healed quickly, with a terrible speed, and in the blink of an eye, he had recovered as before.

This is the power of using divine power to display the power of divine magic. Only divine magic with divine power can be considered a real divine magic.

"You did not listen to my advice, but took action and attacked my believers." Tuluo stared at Fakong with a sharp look, making Fakong feel uncomfortable all over. "I don't want to say much. Humble ants, you will contribute your only remaining value to the holy fire rack. Of course, I will study your thoughts carefully."

"You!" Fakong looked at the existence he had just regarded as a false god ant, but now the other party not only easily defeated him, but also wanted his own thoughts. Losing one thought was a great loss to the Buddha Ji.

As the saying goes, Buddha also has three parts of anger, not to mention that as a god, Tuluo, in Tuluo's view, the other party not only attacks the flesh on his mouth, but also directly attacks his believers. All this made him angry. What made him even more angry was that he had lost a body that could descend to his will.

This kind of contract is not easy to sign. Xiang Huijing was extremely angry when she was despairing about what she believed in. At this time, he had nothing to do, so he was able to sign such a special contract. Of course, the condition for this kind of contract is that one of the conditions that must be fulfilled by the other party.

A body with a will like this is very rare, but now it is so wasteful, and of course Tuluo has also gained a lot of benefits.

"You have to know my identity!" Fakong remembered something, and his confidence suddenly became much harder.

Tuluo laughed at this. This was a joke in his ears. Not to mention that the other party's identity was the thought of a Buddha, he was not afraid of even the Buddha's thoughts. How difficult it is to break through the boundaries of the universe? What's more, there is another crucial point, that is, the origin of the universe has strong suppression of creatures that do not belong to this universe. Otherwise, if the creatures in a universe were weaker, they would have been invaded and occupied by other universes long ago.

"Know."

"I know you won't let me go?" Fakong shouted, his smile on his face blooming like flowers, as if he had found a little confidence and a bargaining chip for negotiation.

Tuluo ignored the other party this time, but looked at Bai Qianren who had already woken up.

Bai Qianren stood up and saw Huijing looking at him, and felt a little confused, but he suddenly felt a special aura from the other party. This aura was a bit similar to the aura he felt on the statue. "Huh?" Bai Qianren felt curious when he saw Huijing's pupils turned golden, but the next moment he suddenly remembered something, and jumped up from the ground, then quickly knelt down according to the etiquette in the church and bowed to Huijing.

"My Lord!"

At this moment, Fakong's body suddenly trembled, and the Buddha's will was about to break through the air and be ready to escape. Now, for the Buddha Ji, he didn't care about so much. Which one is important to the person who face or thought is of course the thought. He had to spend tens of thousands of years to replenish his mind without losing a thought, and his strength could not increase a little within these ten thousand years, so he gave up the so-called face and prepared to let the mind escape.

Just when the Buddha thought his thought had escaped, he stretched out one palm and gently clamped the thought with his two fingers.

"I promised to stay!" Tuluo sneered. How could he let his greatest benefit fly like this?

Tuluo threw this thought back into Fakong's body.

Then he said directly to Bai Qianren: "The evil has been subdued, and it depends on you next."

"Yes!" Bai Qianren replied respectfully and humbly, his head lowered very low, which was his respect for the great God of Tuluo.

Tuluo nodded, pointed at Bai Qianren and entered his body with a drop of divine power, merged with the previous drop of divine power, becoming a more powerful drop of divine power.

Immediately afterwards, Tuluo used his powerful will to seal Fakkong and sealed the thought into the other party's body, so that the other party's thought could not come out at all.

The rest of him has been handed over to Bai Qianren, and asked him to take him back to the church, hold a divine grace and divine punishment, and cruelly burn Fakong to death. This is what every church has to do, but it is rare now, and the Temple of Destiny is the same, and it requires a blood to establish its position.

Tuluo's will broke through the air, and Huijing's body also dissipated and turned into dust and smoke.

After Tuluo left, the entire hall returned to its original state. Everyone woke up from prayer and looked at the Dharmakong who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. This immediately made everyone take a breath. He did not expect that this Buddha would be beaten like a dead dog.

At this time, Fakong felt shame in his heart. He was watched like a monkey in a zoo, which made him unbearable. These are all ants. He could destroy as many ants as he wanted. But now these ants regarded him as monkeys, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

If he could choose, he would choose to commit suicide without hesitation. Unfortunately, he doesn't even have this right now, and his whole body is sealed. Not to mention committing suicide, he will probably not be able to hit the wall now.

The screams from the hall made the tourists in Linyin Temple feel inexplicable pleasure.
Chapter completed!