The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Amitabha, Fang Ling was killed and Fang Yuan is missing. Lord Zhenguojun, please give me time in Qingyue Temple. I will investigate this matter and give an explanation to all the soldiers." Xuan Yun gritted his teeth, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly. He knew that concealing the matter would not solve the problem, so he could only tell the actual situation.

Hua Hua Hua...

When many soldiers heard Xuan Yun's words, they all became excited. They all felt that Qingyue Temple must be shielding Fang Yuan and others. Their eyes were full of fighting spirit, waiting for Ye Feng's order.

The corners of Ye Feng's mouth slightly raised. With his perception ability, he heard clearly what the monk had just reported. He thought that there must be something wrong with Fang Yuan.

It seems that someone is getting impatient and is obviously trying to provoke him to fight against Qingyue Temple. However, the instigator is likely to miscalculate. Even if he doesn't provoke, Ye Feng will not allow Qingyue Temple to continue to exist.

"I don't like to delay time. Let me ask you, are you willing to be loyal to the court and obey the court from now on?" Ye Feng stood there. It would not be too late to investigate the crimes of Qingyue Temple later. If Qingyue Temple could not be used by the court, it would be a disaster if it stayed.

"This……"

Xuan Yun and other monks all looked ugly. They really didn't know how to answer Ye Feng. At this moment, gusts of wind blew from behind.

They all stepped back and saw an old monk with gray hair in the lead. He was holding a Vajra staff, his robes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Xuanyun, ah Xuanyun, we in Qingyue Temple have been worshipping Buddha and protecting the Song Dynasty for thousands of years. When did the imperial court turn around and control us? Get out of here!" Anger emerged on Du Nan's face. He knew very well in his heart that for thousands of years, no one who controlled the imperial power in Jiuzhou dared to challenge the immortals and Buddhas.

"Uncle Master, please forgive me!"

Xuan Yun's expression changed slightly. He never expected that Xuan Nan would invite his uncle Du Nan, three thousand monks and three thousand believers.

"The King who guards the country, right?" The cultivation level of a grandmaster emanated from Du Nan's body. His strength was indeed very strong, having actually reached the peak of a third-grade grandmaster, and his aura burst out.

The three thousand monks and three thousand believers behind him also smashed the Dharma spears and Dharma sticks in their hands heavily on the bluestone floor of Qingyue Temple, and cracks extended out.

"I, the Grand Elder of Qingyue Temple, have come to you to help me. Considering your youth and potential, as long as you lay down your butcher knife and convert to Buddhism, I will not pursue your crime of offending our temple."

"Otherwise, today I will take charge of the Buddha's decree and suppress you!"

Du Nan was filled with Buddha light. He had practiced for nearly a hundred years and had already reached the peak of the third-grade grandmaster. He had not cared about worldly affairs for many years. He felt that Ye Feng had no fluctuations in his cultivation level and dared to lead his troops to charge at Qingyue Temple. He was disdainful in his heart. With his strength, he only needed a moment to kill Ye Feng.

"Hahaha……"

Ye Feng laughed loudly. He didn't expect Qingyue Temple to be so overbearing. No wonder when he wanted to destroy Qingyue Temple, Madam Xinling and others looked unhappy. They must be very afraid of the strong men in Qingyue Temple.

"If you are stubborn, then kill me!"

The smile on Ye Feng's face stopped abruptly. In the next moment, when the word "kill" came out of his mouth, the burly body of Dashan beside him appeared like a god of war. The mace in his hand swept towards Du Nan. His eyes were bloodshot, and terrifying power emanated from his body. A strong wind whistled.

"You are looking for death, you don't know how to live or die!"

Du Nan's eyes flashed with surprise. With his experience, he could see that Dashan had no spiritual power fluctuations, but he burst out with enough power to compete with the Grandmaster level. He must be born with divine power and possess a spiritual body. He was a little surprised that such a martial arts genius would be loyal to Ye Feng.

However, murderous intent also burst out on his face. He raised the Vajra Staff in his hand towards Dashan's mace, and with the spiritual power surging in his body, he attacked.

Bang!

The Vajra Zen Staff and the mace collided fiercely, and the air waves rolled, shaking many people around. Dashan's mouth was torn, blood was flowing, and he fell heavily to the ground, but he didn't stop at all. He turned over and jumped up, as if he didn't feel the pain, and continued to rush towards Du Nan with the mace in his hand.

"That's interesting. You were able to withstand the blow from my staff and not die, and you were able to get up. If you are willing to serve the Buddha, I will accept you as my disciple."

Du Nan had a calm expression. From the beginning to the end, he did not take Ye Feng and the others in front of him seriously. With his cultivation level, he could still chop off a general's head even if there were thousands of troops in the middle of it.

"what!"

Dashan roared, holding the mace in both hands, and burst out with a stronger force than before, and charged towards Dunan again.

"You don't know how to live or die. Do you really think that I can't kill you?" Du Nan didn't expect that when he offered his status to take Dashan as his disciple, the other party was not moved but continued to attack him. Killing intent burst out from the depths of his eyes. The Vajra Staff in his hand was seen. The moment it was raised, the surrounding void became distorted, and the staff hit Dashan's mace. The air wave swept for dozens of meters.

clatter! clatter!

Li Shanxiao held a hook-and-sickle spear, and his cultivation level as a first-class grandmaster emanated from him. He rode a pitch-black warhorse, and his armor shone brightly. His spear trembled, and the sharp cold light pierced directly into Du Nan's chest. The spearmanship he practiced was a killing skill, and he only knew how to kill, not fight.

"Good! Good! There is a great master hidden in your army. No wonder you dare to attack Qingyue Temple so confidently." When Du Nan saw Li Shanxiao riding a warhorse towards him, a smile broke out on his face. He swept out the Vajra Zen Staff, blocking the attacks from Li Shanxiao and Dashan.

"Come on!"

Seeing Li Shanxiao and Dashan rushing out, Lady Xinling and other soldiers could no longer sit still. At this moment, they did not care whether there were many Buddhas enshrined in Qingyue Temple. They just wanted to kill the enemy first.

Thirty thousand black-armored cavalrymen charged out, tearing the entire outside of Qingyue Temple into pieces. Even the plaques and pillars that stood on the Qingyue Temple collapsed and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on Qingyue Temple. He felt a little surprised. He felt a breath that was looming inside Qingyue Temple.

However, that aura obviously did not belong to the Jiuzhou in front of him. Just like the rules he controlled, they were deeply rejected by the rules of the Jiuzhou in front of him.

However, the rules on him were too strong, and even if Jiuzhou rejected him, they couldn't do anything to him. But the aura inside Qingyue Temple was rejected by Jiuzhou and could not appear.

I thought to myself, "That's interesting. Could it be that the Nine Provinces are really filled with immortals and Buddhas?"

As for Dashan, he was not worried. This guy's body was very strong. The more he fought with stronger people, the stronger his body's recovery ability would be, and the faster he would improve. It was just a little painful. With Du Nan's mere third-grade grandmaster cultivation, it was impossible for him to kill Dashan.

"Be careful, I may not be able to protect you later!"

Yan Nishang, wearing a cloak, walked forward a few steps and came to Ye Feng's side. Her voice was still cold, but the aura on her body was even colder. She felt a mysterious aura beginning to appear in Qingyue Temple.

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