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Chapter 159
Liu Buyu went forward without hesitation, and went straight to the main hall. The ordinary people outside the courtyard were desperate, but they dared not go forward.

Because although they were rescued by Zhang Heng, they were regarded as ordinary believers. Due to the short time, their belief in Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun was not deeply rooted.

After Liu Buyu entered the main hall, he saw that the main hall was magnificent, and the gods sat on the high platform, which looked exactly like Yang Jian, and there was a god dog looking down from the height.There are a lot of tributes before the statue of the god, and there is still steaming smoke from the incense burner.

Liu Buyu stepped forward, concentrated his palm brazenly, and slapped towards the statue.

"boom!"

A thunderbolt fell from the sunny sky, and the cyan thunderbolt fell from the sky, smashing into the main hall of the temple angrily.

As a result, a miraculous scene appeared, the main hall was intact, and there was no trace of thunder bombardment at all.

The dazzling thunder light was so intense that the believers outside the temple couldn't believe it: "What happened, did the disciples of the Great Ming Sect who broke in get punished by heaven?"

In their surprise, they saw the statue of Erlang Xianshengzhenjun came alive, dragging a scorched black shadow to step out.

Many believers rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and were extremely shocked: "The statue of Erlang Xianshengzhenjun is alive!"

I don't know who yelled first, but in an instant, people fell to their knees and kowtowed like Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng walked out of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun Palace, dragged the scorched black shadow like a dead dog, and threw it out: "People, sometimes I like to kill myself"

The believers who knelt on the ground outside the temple recited excitedly after seeing him: "Erlang shows the sage and the real king."

Zhang Heng looked at the other four disciples of the Ming Sect.

The four disciples were terrified, and one of them was holding his arm because of the injury, and exclaimed at the same time: "Are you really Erlang Xiansheng?"

Zhang Heng frowned: "If you don't get the decree of the gods and offend the power of the gods, you should be punished."

He pointed at the four of them one by one, and the four disciples of the Great Ming Sect stopped moving. If they had turned into stone sculptures, they would have stopped breathing.

Just now, his spiritual consciousness merged into the dharma clone, and he has already figured out everything and the reason for this matter.

Daming City is the only remaining city of Daming Sect, it is the foundation of the sect, and it is absolutely impossible to give up.

But now that the belief in the city has been established, and Daming City has become the city of Erlang Xianshengzhenjun, there is a huge conflict between the two sides, which is irreconcilable.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Zhang Heng doesn't mind lighting lamps and waxing candles for Damingzong.

Zhang Heng looked back at Gu Daoling, nodded and greeted him, then flicked his sleeves, and the power of faith suddenly came out, and the entire temple was repaired instantly.

This was the first time he made a move with the power of faith, and the miracle reappeared. It was like turning back time. The collapsed stone pillars and tops returned to the distance at random, and they were completely intact in an instant. The kneeling believers widened their eyes and became more devout immediately. .

Lian Yunfei's body manifested in this matter, and he was already immobilized by the rubble.

Now he was struggling to get up, but he couldn't control it. It was obvious that Liu Buyu's attack was vicious, his old wounds were drawn out, and his life declined.

Seeing this scene, after Zhang Heng groaned slightly, he waved his big hand, and the power of faith in his body transpired into the sea, and suddenly the rain fell from the sky, turning decay into a legend.

Venus was like a dream, and after Lian Yunfei was wrapped, the pain in his body disappeared instantly, his injuries recovered, and even the broken bones were repaired.

Moreover, he keenly noticed that under the nourishment of the rain, the old wounds in the body disappeared, and the damaged foundation was repaired, and there was a tendency to make great progress.

He widened his round eyes in disbelief, all of this was done by the statue in front of him.

Not only Lian Yunfei, nourished by the rain, many believers have also changed.

"My broken leg was broken when I fell off a cliff, but it was completely repaired."

"My hair, which was all white due to aging, has turned all black, and the wrinkles on my face have disappeared."

"My arm, which was accidentally cut off for killing pigs, grew back."

"My heart always hurts and it doesn't hurt, and I've never felt better."

"I feel like my infertility has been cured, my husband, let's hurry home and have a son."

Amidst bursts of exclamation, the old diseases of the thousands of kneeling believers were completely repaired. This is a miracle, which makes them more devout in their belief in Zhang Heng.

Lian Yunfei got up and thanked Zhang Heng: "It's fortunate that the real king appeared in time, otherwise the old man would be incompetent and couldn't occupy the temple, and leading the real king's divine power would be desecrated."

Zhang Heng smiled, and gently waved his gentle power with one hand, and all the pilgrims were lifted up: "Recite the name of my god, you can see the hope, even the city lord, you have done a good job, today the deity bestows on you the supreme law, the magic of Taiyi, you hope You practice diligently and take charge of all affairs in Daming City as soon as possible."

Zhang Heng held his palm like a sword, and tapped the seed of faith between Lian Yunfei's eyebrows to condense the seeds of faith, making Lian Yunfei a leader of faith.

From now on, no matter where and when, as long as Lian Yunfei prays, he can hear it.

Moreover, the seed of faith is also a means of restraint. For those who rebel, the change of the seed of faith will explode, and the host will explode and die suddenly.

This is what Zhang Heng has slowly researched since Bing'e became the leader of the faith last time.

Lian Yunfei only felt that the mysterious cultivation method came into his mind, it was extraordinary and mysterious, pointing directly to the supreme avenue, he took a deep breath in an instant, this exercise is too precious.

Even the top ten evil sects and the top ten decent sects probably wouldn't have such miraculous skills.

With this cultivation method, and his injury has been completely repaired, his immortal path will be resumed.

The incomparably strong gratitude is almost beyond words, and he is even more devoted to Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun.

"True Monarch, what should the Great Ming Sect do?"

"The Great Ming Sect is too domineering, if that's the case, let's get rid of it, Yunfei, you come to lead the way for the true king."

The Daming Sect is a large sect with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. It sits on a place where gold is hidden. There are three sacred trees: Jinwu, Jinsang, and Golden Anise. For the practice of thousands of disciples.

But with the battle between Zhang Heng and the Black Wing Bat King, all spheres of influence were almost gone, and even the foundations of the three sacred trees were destroyed.

Under such circumstances, Daming Sect hastily took back Daming City in order to preserve the foundation of the sect.

Unexpectedly, Daming Sect's careful calculations would lead to a catastrophe.

On this day, the head of the Great Ming Sect and several high-ranking members of the sect discussed the future development of the Great Ming Sect in the conference hall.

As a result, the atmosphere was incomparably dignified. If the Great Ming Sect wants to revive the fierce power, it will take 50 years to recover. However, the foundation of their sect can only support the growth of a generation of disciples. Obviously, the number of disciples in the sect will be greatly reduced in the future. However, the strength of the sect will inevitably plummet in the next 50 years. This kind of loss is an immeasurable crisis for the Xuantian world and under the law of the strong.

Some elders proposed to increase the qualifications of apprentices, and use resources on the cultivation of talented disciples, so as to minimize the loss of the sect.

(End of this chapter)