The System Takes Me to Practice

"Jiejie, this is impossible. Once it starts to explode, there is no way to stop it unless it is a saint. But... are you?"

The burly monk laughed strangely, as if not allowing Yang Fan to get his body was his victory.

Hearing the burly monk's answer, the lord and the preacher instantly changed their colors. The explosion of the eighth-floor Golden Wonderland powerhouse affected a wide range. I am afraid that the entire block would be destroyed, so the two guys couldn't wait to escape, but didn't want Give up Yang Fan this rare companion.

"No, there is another way."

However, Yang Fan remained unmoved.

"any solution?"

The burly monk asked subconsciously.

"That's time."

The burly monk was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed, but when he saw Yang Fan's calm face, his expression instantly changed and he exclaimed.

"This is impossible. You can't control time. Even the saint can only influence time, not control."

As he spoke, the energy in the burly monk's body had swelled to an extreme, his body almost turned into a ball, just like Master Madara turned into a ball when he was attacked by Black Jue in the original Naruto.

"Then let you see before you die."

Time flow, time reverse!

An invisible force acted on the burly monk, and then he turned into a human form again in the shocked eyes of the Lord Donkey and his group. The violent power in his body quickly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye he returned to the appearance before the explosion.

The burly monk looked horrified. Although he could not perceive the power of time, he could clearly feel that the ignited power in his body had returned to calm, and his self-detonation had been prevented.

"It's over."

Without giving the burly monk much chance to react, Yang Fan drooped his left hand on top of his head, and with a strong pull, the burly monk's soul was directly pulled out. He was firmly controlled by the power of the human world, and he had no resistance at all.

Bang!

The king opened his mouth and Yang Fan threw it into his mouth. Finally, the king closed his mouth and chewed a few times. The soul of the burly monk was swallowed. Without the soul, no one in the entire fairyland could resurrect him.

"Niubi, Brother Yang, although you have known that you can use time spells a long time ago, you didn't expect your control of time to reach this level."

The lord could not help but sigh with a thumbs up.

When Yang Fan was using Shi Ni, under a huge pagoda in the Buddha City, there were nearly two to three thousand bald heads, and each bald head had a different number of ring scars on the top of his head.

Most of these monks are wearing gray cloth, with their right shoulders exposed, sitting on the futon and looking towards the pagoda.

Below the stupa, there is a golden robes, surrounded by seven rings of different sizes behind his head, exuding a golden warm Buddha-like light. On the top of his head, the number of ring scars reached seven.

The monk wearing a golden robe was very old, and the strangest thing was that he still had two faces behind his head.

A pious smile, a King Kong glared, and the face in front of him looked kind.

The old monk sits with his legs crossed, his right hand pinches the orchid to his chest, and his left hand holds a small string of golden prayer beads. As he recites the Buddhist scriptures, he moves one from time to time.

Among the many monks at the front desk of the old monk, most of them frowned, some smiled knowingly because of their comprehension, and some were weak in perseverance and looked at other places from time to time.

At the front of the monks sitting neatly under the stage, there are three monks wearing red and gold robes. There were also different numbers of golden halos behind the three people's heads, and the number of ring scars was also different, but none of them had as many old monks on stage.

The buddha ring behind the head is dependent on the heart and heart of the scars on top of the head. Only when the status and understanding of the Dharma reach a certain level will it increase.

The seven rings and seven ring scars belong to the upper echelons of Buddhism in the Upper Continent, and they are very powerful.

When Yang Fan first met the Ksitigarbha in the Hades, there were only eight Buddha rings behind his head.

When many monks quietly listened to the old monk's explanation of the Buddhist scriptures, the old monk suddenly spoke and seemed to feel something. Looking towards the east, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the barriers and stared at the location of Yang Fan.

The sudden cessation of the voice made the monks in the audience watch the old monk.

"Sanrong Guangmu Bodhisattva, what's wrong?"

Under the stage, the old monk wearing a red and gold robes on the far left spoke.

"Nothing, go ahead."

The old monk known as Sanrong Guangming looked at Yang Fan's position again, and was surprised. He felt an unfamiliar powerful force just now, which he had never touched.

The old monk is known as the Sanrong Guangmu Bodhisattva, one of the three hundred bodhisattvas of Buddhism, the fifth floor of the fairy king realm, and the nominal lord of this city of Buddhism.

The reason why it is called Wenfocheng is because there is a branch temple of Buddhism here, which is also the host of this temple.

Regardless of status or strength, the Sanrong Guangmu Bodhisattva is not as high as the Ksitigarbha, which is one of the reasons why Ksitigarbha can sit in the underworld.

"Ding, kill the eighth-floor cultivator of the Golden Wonderland, earn 83,000 points, 1.16 million sentiment points, and 1,000 luck points."

In Yang Fan's mind, the system prompt sounded.

"The eighth floor of the Golden Wonderland actually has 80,000 points. If you kill a few more, wouldn't it be millions per minute?"

This idea just passed away in a flash. Yang Fan is not such a bloodthirsty person. On the road to cultivation, it is important to keep his heart.

"I already know how to get to the Upper Continent."

After a long time, Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes became normal again.

"how to get to?"

The preacher asked.

"Ask the host of the Buddhist temple."

After the king of Hades swallowed the soul of the burly monk, Yang Fan got his record, and learned the detailed information of this city of inquiry from his memory.

"Ask the Buddhist temple?"

Jian Wudi was puzzled.

"This city is called Wenfocheng. There is a Wenfo Temple in the city, which is a sub-temple of Buddhism on the Upper Continent. There is a Bodhisattva from the fairy king realm who sits here. Through him, you can reach the Upper Continent the fastest."

Everyone was shocked, the fairy king realm, they could kill them with a breath.

"But why does he help us? If you want to know the existence of the immortal king realm, you don't care about the things outside the body."

The preacher spoke, his implication was that Yang Fan wanted to use Immortal Crystal.

Hearing this, Yang Fan smiled knowingly, and took out a pen, which was a fake mantra pen, an acquired spirit treasure.

"A brush? Rely on this? Brother Yang, I have to say about you. Although this brush is at the level of the acquired spirit treasure, it still can't entice the strong of the fairy king realm.

Lu Ye didn't take it seriously. He was clumsy and didn't understand the true origin of this pen.

Only the preacher's simple pseudo-mantra pen frowned at the first glance, feeling a little familiar.

"I still have a solution for this."

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