Chapter 547: Paralyzed with you

Everyone turned their heads and saw a handsome bald young man in white flying over, with a smile on his face like a spring breeze, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
"Fu Mo Temple"
Except for Lu Chen, the faces of people from the Feixue Dynasty and the Blood Yan Dynasty have changed. For example, the Marshal of the Blood Yan Dynasty's face has become very serious, and his eyes are full of strong jealousy. .
Fumo Temple is an absolute top power in the Profound Realm, with extremely high prestige.
As for how many powerhouses Fumo Temple has, no one has a clear understanding for the time being.
In short, in the hundreds of thousands of years since the establishment of Fumo Temple, there have been two to three hundred demon heads and demon sages suppressed. Except for some who have not survived the long years and died, there are more than one hundred left. Bit.
However, just a while ago, Fu Mo Temple made a decision that shocked Xuan Yu, and that was to release more than a hundred demon heads that had been suppressed.
So many demon heads swarmed into the Profound Domain all at once, and everyone was in danger.
The monks in the more terrifying Fumo Temple all modified their magic skills, and they sent their disciples to recruit their men from all over the Profound Domain.
As long as the people being targeted, they will definitely follow the people of Fumo Temple.
Although Fu Mo Temple has not made the killing yet, many people in the Profound Domain are speculating that Fu Mo Temple may engage in major actions or conspiracies. As for the purpose, no one knows.
But no matter what, the demon monk of Fu Mo Temple was absolutely distracted by some inferior and middle dynasties.
Lu Chen looked at the young man curiously. The other party was white like snow, spotlessly clean, and not a trace of dirt. He was a bald monk who looked quite dusty.
Mei Yin told him that all monks in Fumo Temple had modified their magic skills. Lu Chen was a little puzzled about this, and he didn't understand why the monks of Fumo Temple practiced magic skills.
The young man walked in the void and came steadily, a pair of extremely evil eyes staring directly at Lu Chen, and a strange red light could be vaguely seen in these eyes.
"Hello donor," the bald young man came to Lu Chen Yizhang, folded his hands together, and asked politely.
Lu Chen responded, "Hello, bald head."
The bald young man in front of him should be at the level of the imperial state. For Lu Chen, the sense of threat was not too strong, or that the opponent was not his opponent.
The Marshal of the Xueyan Dynasty and the others, seeing that the target of the monks in Fumo Temple was not theirs, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, standing by and watching.
When the bald young man heard Lu Chen's name, his mouth twitched, and then he smiled and said, "Little monk quits the word generation, quit empty, and the donor tells me to quit empty."
"I believe that the donor faces the great good, and he is a person who is destined to the Buddha," Jie Kong said while watching Lu Chen, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Chen: "Sorry, you are wrong, I am not a great good people."
When Lu Chen said this, Lu Chen's tone was stagnant, his eyes looked at Jikong weirdly for a few seconds, and then he said, "Abandon the Lord Buddha to practice magic skills. Wouldn't the Lord Buddha blame you?"
Jie Kong smiled slightly and said, "As long as there is a Buddha in his heart, even if he practices magic, it is the right way, and the Buddha will not blame it."
The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched, and he was completely convinced. He clearly practiced magic skills and regarded himself as a Buddha, but he waved his hand and said, "Go, I have no interest in becoming a monk."
"The donor is a person who is destined to the Buddha. Come back to Fumo Temple with me. The Buddha is generous and has a heart that tolerates everything in the world, and will forgive the donor's disrespect." Jie Kong's expression remained unchanged, and he still looked at Landing with a smile. dust.
People of the Blood Yan Dynasty saw the youth of Fu Mo Temple staring at Lu Chen, and they knew that this young man was unlucky. Those who were targeted by Fu Mo Temple would end up wickedly toward the Buddha.
The Marshal of the Xueyan Dynasty saw Lu Chen using sword intent earlier, indicating that this young man had a great background.
All sword repairs in the world are out of the Sword Emperor Palace.
Even if the opponent is not from the Qingyu Sword Emperor Palace, then some great power in the Profound Region sent him to the Sword Emperor Palace to practice.
If the people of Fu Mo Temple don't push their feet sideways, they still don't know how to step down.
Fortunately, the monks from Fumo Temple disrupted the situation.
"You are paralyzed by the destiny." When Lu Chen saw that the other party continued to entangle, he became a little angry and cursed directly.
"The donor's mood is a bit unstable. Cultivating Buddha can stabilize his mind. Come with me," Jie Kong looked at Lu Chen and said. At this time, his eyes became extremely evil, and a terrible magical will invaded Lu Chen's mind.
Lu Chen noticed that a tyrannical willpower entered his mind, causing his soul to feel a little pain, and he was in a daze. Everything around him changed. A huge Buddha standing in the heaven and the earth, reaching a height of ten thousand meters, radiating light, but not It is not a soft Buddha light full of divine nature, but a black magic light, full of magical nature.
In addition, the sound of the Buddha sounded through Lu Chen's ears, echoing in his mind, lingering, and constantly destroying his mind.
A trace of blood red gradually appeared in Lu Chen's eyes. He looked at the tall and stalwart figure that released magic light in front of him, and gradually became demented, but suddenly, Lu Chen's soul was in severe pain, and he became sober. stand up.
Lu Chen was a little scared. The magic power of Fumo Temple could control the soul, and almost controlled him. Lu Chen stared at Jiekong with a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.
"The magic power of the Fumo Temple can actually control the soul of others" Lu Chen said with a cold tone.
"The donor has thought a lot." Jie Kong folded his hands together and smiled slightly: "The donor is predestined with the Buddha and can see the highest Buddha. The Buddha does not control the donor, but invites the donor to devote himself to the cultivation of the Buddha and join the Buddhist path.
Although Jie Kong was smiling on the surface, he was surprised in his heart.
This young man actually resisted the invasion of willpower and broke away from the Buddha's will. It seemed that he was far stronger than he thought.
Jie Kong licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes brightened.
"Give you some breathing time, and immediately disappear in front of me" Lu Chen said with a gloomy expression in his eyes.
The demon monk in front of him treats people like a fool, and even wants to control him. I really don't know how to write death words.
"The donor is destined to the Buddha, so let's go with me" Jie Kong continued.
With such a genius, it is naturally impossible for him to leave.
"If the donor doesn't go with me, then I can only take the donor away forcibly." Jie Kong's tone was faintly threatened.
"I think you are looking for death"
After Lu Chen finished speaking, he burst out with the strongest aura, a terrifying sword intent was born from the void, and it was drawn by Lu Chen with his mind, like a stream of light, shooting towards Jiekong at an extremely fast speed.
"Fun, interesting"
Jie Kong saw that a young man from the King Realm took the initiative to attack him, showing an extremely interesting expression, but he didn't care about seeing a sword intent shoot over.
Jie Kong put his hands together, chanting the Buddhist language, and the sound of the Buddha rang from the heavens and the earth, like a Buddha chanting.