In the main hall.
Yang Fan felt that he was not gay, and he really couldn't stand the manipulation of the two monks.
"Bang bang."
His figure flashed and appeared from behind the two men. He struck the two bald heads with his fists, knocking the two monks unconscious.
Skillfully tying the two together, Yang Fan demonstrated his superhuman rope skills.
Finally, I found two rags and stuffed them into their mouths.
At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly heard footsteps outside. The voice was calm and powerful. It was obvious that they had some skills, and there were quite a few of them, probably around twenty people.
"Discovered?"
Yang Fan's expression changed slightly.
He picked up the two tied monks and threw them to the roof beam, and he jumped on them in a flash.
At the same time, the lightless sword slowly poked out, and if there was a mistake, he would immediately strike first!
squeak--
The door was pushed open, and a group of fierce monks came in like tigers and wolves.
"Where are junior brothers Wujue and Wuguo?"
"I just saw them coming!"
"No matter what they do, I can't wait any longer!"
"Take this opportunity to have a good time, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to enjoy it here again!"
While he was talking, a fat and strong black-faced monk strode to the altar in the hall, pushed the altar aside, and pressed it at the foot of the Buddha statue.
As the mechanism rotated and made bursts of sound, a secret door appeared under the Buddha statue.
He strode inside.
The group of monks from behind also filed in.
Yang Fan squinted his eyes, and like a big bird, it landed quietly. Looking at the opened secret door, he carefully followed it in.
Behind the secret door are passages, which are very deep and seem to be connected to an underground palace.
"It seems that Dongchang failed to search here at that time!"
Yang Fan's steps were like flying. Not far away, he heard the sound of a woman crying and shouting from inside.
"Please, please let us go!"
"Father, mother, where are you? Save your poor daughter!"
"Ah!"
"Damn it, even if I turn into a ghost, I won't let you go!"
boom!
"Are you threatening me, Lord Buddha? Then go die!"
A dull voice sounded, followed by an explosion, and the cries around him stopped immediately, as if someone had directly pressed the mute button.
Yang Fan's heart sank, and when he walked further inside, he saw no fewer than dozens of naked women tied up on a huge open platform. At this time, they were being bullied by the monks.
Among them, blood was flowing out from the neck of a headless female corpse, like spring water.
Next to the female corpse, a tall black-faced warrior monk kicked the corpse to the side and cursed: "What a damn bad luck! It disturbs the Buddha's elegance!"
"Damn beast!"
Yang Fan's heart was filled with murderous intent. He never expected that such a scene would be hidden here!
Whoosh.
He flashed like a dragon out of the abyss, and the black-faced monk was instantly blown away by his punch. After the blood exploded, he had already rushed to the side of other monks.
Bang bang bang bang!
With consecutive attacks, these monks were all killed on the spot!
Only then did the women react. It was as if all their strength had been drained from their bodies. They collapsed on the ground, their cries filled with unspeakable sadness.
"Kakakaka."
With a flash of the lightless sword, the iron ropes binding the women were cut off.
Yang Fan turned around and ordered: "Put on the clothes of these monks. I will take you away later."
The group of women who had gone through great changes exchanged glances, gritted their teeth and tore off the clothes of the monks, and then put them on themselves one after another.
"Sir, sir, we have changed."
A woman stood up and whispered.
Yang Fan turned around and glanced at her. She looked pretty and graceful. She was from a lady's background. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing.
He sighed, and after a brief understanding, he found out that this woman was named Xiuyu, and that these people were not from Shendu, but lived at the junction of Shendu and Hebei Road.
This group of monks must have been worried about being discovered, so they deliberately chose a place farther away to abduct people to vent their anger.
There were hundreds of people here earlier, but gradually they were consumed and only about thirty people were left.
When Yang Fan heard this, the murderous intention in his heart became even stronger, and he said in a deep voice: "After I take you out, I will find a place to temporarily house you, and then send you home."
When a group of women heard this, they cried with joy. They all fell to the ground and shouted "Benefactor".
Yang Fan asked Xiuyu to stay here with the women temporarily.
And he went out to investigate the situation.
Wearing Baifu to cover his body, Yang Fan walked in Huayan Temple. The heavy carriage he saw during the day was gone, and people who looked like warrior monks were evacuating in disguise one after another.
This place is abandoned!
Yang Fan realized this immediately.
Thinking about it, after being eavesdropped on the conversation by an unknown person, and then unsuccessfully pursued and killed them, they would naturally not stay here any longer.
However, after Yang Fan's observation, not all the people here evacuated, but some stayed.
From the looks of it, it seems to be for fishing.
"If that's the case, then I'll make all these people mine!"
Yang Fan returned to the main hall, carried the two monks into the underground palace.
Locking them up, Yang Fan began to deduce the slave seal with all his strength.
After rehearsing thousands of times in the Illusory Heritage Site, checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, the second version of the slave mark was finally released. He directly planted the slave mark on these two monks!
This slave mark is very different from the previous one. At this time, the slave mark seems to have tentacles underneath it. After falling, it penetrates directly into their eyebrows.
Then, those tentacles slowly extended into the depths of their minds, and the other tentacles seeped into their blood, like an octopus parasitic in their bodies.
Control their bodies and minds!
At this moment, Nuyin seemed to be one with their lives.
"It's done!"
Yang Fan immediately felt that as long as he activated the slave seal, he could even easily make their heads explode.
The success of Slave Print finally gave Yang Fan the means to recruit cannon fodder in large quantities.
At least this is much easier than using Dao Heart Planting Lotus.
Moreover, this slave seal comes from the secret skill of Qi and Blood Soul Suppressing Seal. Once he is promoted to Blood Martial Saint, this secret skill will definitely undergo a new transformation, and the effect will be even more amazing!
Maybe even the masters of Tianguan can control it by force!
Unlike now, he can only enslave people whose Qi and blood realm is equal to his.
Naturally, Yang Fan would not have the slightest bit of tolerance for these evil-doing monks.
After spending some time, Yang Fan planted slave marks on all the monks who stayed in Huayan Temple. The leading monk was named Yuancheng, and his strength reached the level of a grand master.
But under the slave mark, it is impossible to struggle at all and is directly controlled by the slave mark.
Both body and mind are under control!
After gathering these people in the main hall, Yang Fan looked at the twelve-grade lotus platform in the main hall and sat on it in one step.
If the Buddha can sit, then I, Yang, can also sit!
He calmly accepted the worship of these people and looked at the monks below with a sneer.
"I don't know what the expression will look like when everyone knows that the person he stayed here has directly become mine."
