"Hey, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you that I should not be the leader of your Bon religion?" Wang Yi scolded with a frown.

Ashhanyi saw sweat on his forehead, and he came over carefully and said: "Master, Jinding Temple has given up, and you can't change the temple. If you want to continue competing, the only way is to become a disciple of various religions. With your ability, Master, who else in the world can

Can you be on top of it? My disciple has thought hard, and only by becoming a leader can I be worthy of your great talents and strategies."

Mibusun also advised at this time: "In urgent matters, follow the authority, leader, please don't refuse."

Wang Yi was actually unwilling in his heart, but this qualification really made him embarrassed, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Mr. Zhou was impatient. He thought there was no chance, but unexpectedly another glimmer of hope popped up. If he didn't hold on tightly, would he just watch it slip away quietly?

Moreover, the Bon religion is barbaric, ferocious, powerful, and unwilling to obey discipline. It was because of Ming Kongzang's suppression that they could not leave Nahu.

Now that Ming Kongzang has passed away, the future situation is still unclear. Who can guarantee that the Bon religion will not return to its old ways?

Now they are willing to accept a leader, Wang Yi, who has a close relationship with them, which is really a great thing.

Moreover, with Wang Yi's ability, he will definitely be able to restrain the opponent and avoid causing trouble, which will add another important bargaining chip to the stability of the Tibetan border.

Even if we focus on the present, Gumatuo has lost its value, and the Golden Summit Temple cannot bear the heavy burden. With the help of Bon, one of the five Tibetan religions, the balance of competition for the position of the World Honored One has finally begun to tilt in our direction.

"Do your duty and don't give in to the teacher. Mr. Wang, we are all united. It can be seen that you are welcome. Don't refuse!" Mr. Zhou shouted loudly while sitting in the audience.

"That's fine!"

The arrow is on the string and must be fired. This Mogu talk and reincarnation are not clear. If he really becomes the leader of the Tibetan border, wouldn't the reincarnation forces be able to enter China openly?

Wang Yi thought in his heart, let's get through today's test first, and then find an opportunity to return the position of leader to Ashanyi.

"Everyone, get up. I have the right to take the position of the leader. But I have spoken before. I will not care about the secular affairs of the church. I will not respect any rules and regulations. If you can accept it, I will be the leader of this leader. If you don't accept it, everything will be exempted.

talk."

Ashhanyi and Mibusun looked at each other with expressions of ecstasy, and immediately bowed down and shouted: "Long live the leader!" Their attitude was self-evident.

Mogutan frowned and thought: "No, if this kid really becomes the leader of the Bon religion, his reputation and status will no longer be inferior to mine."

He quietly winked at Xin Wuji, who understood and immediately said: "I don't accept it. You choose a new leader, but have I, the Dharma King, agreed?"

Ashhan was afraid of Wang Yi, but he was not afraid of Xin Wuji. He smiled coldly: "This is an internal matter of our Bon religion. As an outsider who has been kicked out, what qualifications do you have to comment?"

Xin Wuji's expression changed, and then he sneered: "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. The position of Dharma King must be decided by the Council of Elders before it can be appointed or removed. When did it become something that you can decide with just a word?"

Mibu Sun laughed: "Xin Wuji, how do you know that the Presbyterian Council has not made a resolution?"

Xin Wuji's eyelids trembled, and he suppressed his horror and said, "When?"

"Just two hours ago, the Council of Elders decided to remove you from your position as Dharma King and excommunicate you from the Bon religion to atone for your sins."

"Impossible!" Xin Wuji shouted: "The Xin family will not agree to such a ridiculous decision!"

"I can testify!" At this time, Ding Zhen, who was beside Xin Wuji, also stood up. He raised his mobile phone: "The decision of the Presbyterian Council has been sent to my mobile phone, so Xin Wuji, you are no longer a member of the Bon religion.

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At this time, Ashhanyi added another punch: "I forgot to mention that the Xing family has also kicked you out of the house. To be precise, you don't even deserve the surname Xin."

Xin Wuji's eyes were filled with blood, and he gritted his teeth and said, "With those trash, how dare they!"

Ashhan Yi sneered: "No matter how trashy I am, you are still a direct descendant of the Xin family. You are a foreign bastard, and they gave you an identity. You don't want to be grateful or say anything, but you still occupy the magpie's nest. You don't know the inferiority of the magpie. You really treat Xin.

Has the family become something you can control?"

Upon hearing the word "bastard", Xin Wuji became furious and shouted angrily: "That's what Simba owes me!"

Immediately, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly pointed at Ashhanyi and others and said: "I know, it's because of "The Seven Transformations of the Demon"!"

"You're not too stupid!" Ashhanyi's tone became more and more indifferent: "It seems that you have known about this for a long time, but you just didn't say it. I'm afraid you have ulterior motives and a bigger plan!"

"I should have thought of it earlier!" Xin Wuji's eyes gleamed with hatred: "Haha, you think you are sure to win? Ashhanyi, just wait and see!" After saying that, he waved his black robe and turned his head.

He left without looking back.

"Leader, this person is disrespectful to you, I will go and get him." Mibu Sun stepped forward to ask for his tassel.

"Forget it!" Wang Yi waved his hand indifferently: "It's just for fun, don't waste your time on unnecessary people."

At this time, his mentality gradually calmed down, and he accepted the change in status. He turned around, smiled and said to Mogu: "His Holiness, am I qualified now?"

Mo Gutan was helpless and sighed in his heart, but he still had to do his best to save face. He smiled faintly and saluted: "Congratulations to Hero Wang for being crowned the Lord of Bon Religion!"

"boom!"

The previous depression completely broke out at this moment. No one in the audience expected that they would see such a scene today.

That is the leader of a religion! He is in charge of the life and death of tens of thousands of people under his command, and he is extremely powerful. Even the nobles in the capital must treat each other with courtesy, but at this moment, he gave in at the drop of a hat.

This scene only makes everyone feel how magical it is. Since the beginning of Tibetan history, the struggle for power has been accompanied by bloody violence, the flash of swords and the shadow of swords. Who would have thought that one day, there would be such an act of peaceful surrender.

Isn’t this supposed to be something only those hypocrites in the Central Plains can do?

When everyone was still dreaming, Izumo was also shocked: "He...he really took this position?"

When we first met, the other person was still a lonely immortal in the world. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, the other person had transformed into one of the five Tibetan religions and the powerful leader of the Bon religion.

With his fame and martial arts reaching the top, he looks more and more like Li Deji! Izumo sighed in his heart.

"The last time we fought, I felt that His Holiness had some reservations. I wonder if His Holiness can fully satisfy me in today's battle!"

Mogu said: "I am old and frail. I am not as powerful as the leader. I am not fully enjoying myself and I don't know. I can only give it a try!"

The breeze blows slowly, the prayer flags around are swaying, and a few circles of green smoke from sandalwood are floating around, gradually disappearing into the horizon.

Wang Yi and Mo Gutan stood quietly on the ring, staring directly at each other, and the battle was about to break out.

"Pfft!"

Mogutan smiled softly and broke the stalemate on the field. He said: "When I fight with the leader, I must go all out. People in the world only know that I am good at fists and kicks, but they don't know that everything I have learned is on the Vajra Prong. So.

Young monk, I'm brave. Let's fight today. You and I are not going to compete with each other with fists and kicks. How about we try our skills with weapons?"

Wang Yi was naturally not afraid, smiled and nodded: "You can do anything you want!"

"Okay!" Mogutan shouted: "Nah!"

"yes!"

A golden shadow passed quickly in the air, and Mogutan grabbed it with his big hand, holding a strange-shaped vajra prong in his hand.

Mogutan glanced at the weapon in his hand and asked: "I wonder what weapon the leader uses? Please note that my vajra prong is made of Kunlun's strange iron and forged from fine gold from all over the world. It will hurt ordinary people if it touches it, and it will hurt if it touches it.

die."

"I know that the leader has a 'golden body of dragon and tiger', which is extremely powerful. But against this vajra prong, I'm afraid it's a little inferior. So if the leader is good with weapons and can hurt axes with swords, just bring them, otherwise the weapons

Eyeless, he was injured by the vajra prong in my hand, but it is really a sin."

Wang Yi laughed loudly and said proudly: "The small sect in the border area is ignorant and ignorant. I don't know the exquisiteness of our martial arts in the Central Plains. Don't you hear that 'the inner part contains the elixir and the outer part shows the golden edge'? I have a golden elixir in my belly, and all iron in the world can't even think about it."

Hurt me!"

Izumo was stunned when he heard this, and said softly: "Is he actually in such a state?"

Mogutan ignored the other party's arrogance, and instead nodded in agreement: "It coincides with the 'Bala body'!" Then he shouted: "The leader, be careful!"

As soon as Mogu Tan stopped shouting, his whole body got rid of distracting thoughts, his heart was as calm as a mirror, his energy fell on the vajra prong in his hand, and he began to prepare the momentum before taking action.

Then I saw him pounce forward. This pounce had no beauty, just like a street gang fight, but I heard three "dong dong dong" sounds.

The golden shadow swayed and flowed like water. Mogutan was facing Wang Yi with three pestles. The friction in the air caused a huge explosion.

"Good!" Everyone praised.

If it weren't for Wang Yi, how could everyone have the pleasure of seeing Mogu Tan attack with all his strength?

"What a strong momentum!"

Even Izumo couldn't help but exclaim, thinking that facing these three pestles, he might not be able to escape intact. I wonder how Wang Yi would deal with them?

You must know that weapons originally existed for farming, hunting, and protection against danger. Later, with the development of society, they came to have the functions of protecting the country, defending the family, and assassinating and fighting.

A magic weapon can only be considered a slight threat in the hands of ordinary people. If it falls in the hands of an expert, the danger will increase exponentially.

It doesn’t matter what hard skills you have, or your golden armor, if you hit it, everything will be shattered.

Izumo felt that Wang Yi was a little overconfident. Although his golden body was strong and he could deal with ordinary iron with ease, if he had such a magical weapon and was controlled by Mogutan, he would still be injured if he was not careful.

Wang Yi was unafraid. He had just seen the wonders of the Bon religion's "Wind Crack", and now he had a small idea to use it to deflect the opponent's vajra prong.

His five fingers spread out, invisible energy surged out, and as soon as the energy was wrapped, it was like a long whip extending from his hand. The energy turned at will, and enveloped Mogu Tan, who was running towards him.

The vajra prong in Mogutan's hand is a short-range weapon. It pays attention to handover at close range. It can be taken away with one touch. Between the virtual and the real, it occupies the right time and place, and then assesses the situation and kills with one blow.

However, Wang Yi's long whip was used to strike far away, giving the opponent no chance to get close at all. Moreover, this invisible strength was connected with his mind, and the inside and outside were integrated, without the sluggish feeling of using other weapons. He often changed his mind and Then you can see with your heart and your eyes with your eyes.

The spectators outside were unaware of the changes on the field. Seeing Mo Gu Tan's power, they thought they would give Wang Yi a blow, but unexpectedly turned back in the middle of the attack, which was not at all like his usual domineering style.

Only Ashhanyi and Mibusun could see it clearly. They looked at each other secretly and expressed ecstasy: "This is the 'Wind Crack'!"

The power of Wang Yi deepened in my heart. He could actually use the invisible weapon to use the "Wind Crack". Since ancient times, only Xingrao Miwo could do it!

As the person with the highest level of cultivation in the audience, Izumo also saw the clues and said: "The inside contains the alchemy path, and the outside shows the golden edge. It turns out that not only can one cultivate himself to the strength of gold and iron, but he can also transform himself into a soldier. Put your sharpness to the outside and turn passivity into initiative. Turn on the lightning to grab the clouds and take advantage of the gaps. It is really wonderful!"

Wang Yi took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, puffing out invisible energy, pinching with his five fingers, and bursting all the air in front of him. The sound of "crackling" was like frying cold vegetables in a hot oil pan, very similar.
To be continued...