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Fang Ming took a deep breath and controlled Shyvana to slowly ascend into the air. The flapping of the dragon's wings brought about gusts of wind, blowing their robes.

Looking down from the air, the Buddhist temples in the city were scattered and magnificent, full of solemnity and solemnity.

However, in Fang Ming's eyes, these were all false appearances, a cover-up to cover up the truth.

He sneered and flicked his fingers. Rows of pepper cherries fell from the sky like meteorites and landed accurately on those Buddhist temples.

In an instant, the raging fire engulfed everything, and the Buddhist temple collapsed with a bang in the explosion, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

The flames soared into the sky, and the thick smoke billowed, as if the end of the world had come.

The monk Powang on the dragon's back faced this sudden disaster without any ripples in his eyes.

It seemed that there was no emotion or fluctuation in his heart, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Fang Ming looked down in shock.

After the Buddhist temple collapsed, a number of vortexes suddenly appeared in front of him. They were like black holes, madly devouring everything around them.

He said in disbelief: "There is a vortex behind every Buddhist temple in the city! So that's how it is. I finally know why there are far fewer monsters entering those temples than leaving!"

At this time, Fang Ming's brows were tightly knitted, as if he was weighed down by a heavy burden. His eyes wandered back and forth between the vortexes emitting dim light. The doubts in his heart were like wild grass growing wildly in spring, rampant and difficult to contain.

He muttered to himself, his voice low and full of confusion: "Why are all these copy vortexes concentrated in this city? Looking at the appearance of this city, the ancient city walls and mottled stone roads are obviously not built recently by the Buddhist monks. Only those magnificent Buddhist temples show traces of new construction."

"This city has been standing here for a long time, and has experienced vicissitudes of life. Is there really such a coincidence in the world that all the copy vortexes happen to fall in this city?"

His words were full of confusion and doubts, as if he wanted to pour out all the mysteries between heaven and earth.

Then, he turned to look at the silent monk Powang beside him, his deep eyes full of expectation and desire: "As one of the 72 bronze men, do you know the reason for this?"

The monk Powang shook his head slightly, and a touch of helplessness and guilt passed across his face: "I don't know."

Fang Ming heard this and sighed softly.

He thought to himself: Even the best of the seventy-two bronze men didn't know about this. It seems that there must be a huge secret behind this matter, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can pry into.

Perhaps, only by capturing the four Vajra, or even the high and mighty one, can we get a glimpse of the truth.

His eyes fell on Monk Powang again, his eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, and his tone was full of unquestionable majesty: "Point the way."

Monk Powang put his hands together, pointed firmly in a direction, and said calmly and deeply: "That way."

Fang Ming gently patted Shyvana's solid dragon back, and he signaled Shyvana to move forward.

Shyvana seemed to feel the will and determination of her master. The huge dragon wings shook suddenly, bringing a gust of wind, like a sword that cut through the sky, splitting the clouds in front in two.

She rushed in the direction pointed by Monk Powang.

On the dragon's back, the wind roared like a roaring beast, raging in their ears. Shyvana's wings were like huge sails breaking through the waves. Every time they flapped, they raised layers of clouds and waves, taking them through the endless clouds.

Fang Ming looked at the monk Powang beside him with sharp eyes, and his deep eyes flashed with curiosity and exploration.

He asked, "Why do you want to build a city in this desolate place? There is neither prosperity nor resources here, and it seems that there is not much meaning."

Monk Powang put his hands together, his face was as calm as water, and his voice was full of compassion and solemnity: "Donor, you don't know, we built a city here to collect faith. The more believers there are, the stronger the Buddhist country will be. This is the law of Buddhism since ancient times, and it is also one of the meanings of our existence."

Fang Ming nodded slightly when he heard this, thinking secretly in his heart, this is indeed in line with his previous guess.

Buddhism pays attention to the power of faith, and strengthens its own strength through the devout faith of believers.

He spoke again, with a hint of inquiry and curiosity in his tone: "Where is your base camp? Is it also a place where faiths gather?"

The monk Powang answered without hesitation: "Shicheng. It is the center of the Buddhist country, and many Arhats and Vajras practice there. Shicheng is the holy land of our Buddhist sect, gathering countless faiths and powers."

After hearing this, Fang Ming had a clearer understanding of the layout of the Buddhist country.

He asked again, with a hint of urgency in his voiceForced and curious: "Where are your three great masters now? Are they also in the city of Buddhism?"

Powang monk shook his head, with a touch of helplessness and awe on his face: "I don't know. As one of the seventy-two bronze men, I can't come into contact with the three great masters. They are mysterious and unpredictable, and they are the top masters in Buddhism."

Fang Ming's heart moved, and he thought of the Arhat he killed before, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

He asked: "Did one of your Arhats die? As far as I know, there is an Arhat with great strength, but unfortunately he died."

Powang monk heard this, his face did not change, just nodded lightly: "Yes, Fu Hu Arhat died. But I don't know the cause of death. He was a powerful Arhat, and his death is a huge loss to our Buddhism."

After hearing this, Fang Ming secretly confirmed in his heart that the Arhat he killed that day was indeed Fu Hu Arhat.

To be called Fu Hu Arhat, he must be one of the best among the Arhats.

A sneer appeared on his lips, and his assessment of the strength of Buddhism increased again.

He looked at Monk Powang again, with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his tone: "What kind of city is Bodhi City? How does it compare to the city we just passed?"

Monk Powang looked solemn and slowly said: "Bodhi City is a larger city. There is a deeper Buddhist heritage and a larger group of believers. A city with Arhats or Vajra sitting in it is far from comparable to our small border town. There are many people there, Buddhist temples are everywhere, and many Buddhist believers live in the middle. Moreover, there are eight groups of heavenly dragons in the city to maintain law and order, and their strength is extremely powerful."

After hearing this, Fang Ming had a general impression of Bodhi City. He thought to himself that it was nothing more than a larger population and stronger strength. But for him, these were not a concern.

He sneered in his heart. As long as they were Buddhist disciples, they were all ants if they had not broken through level 100!

He patted Shivana's dragon back, signaling her to speed up.

Shyvana seemed to sense her master's will and determination. Her wings shook violently, and her speed increased again. Like lightning that cut through the sky, she rushed towards Bodhi City.