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With Monk Powang leading the way, Fang Ming rode steadily on the broad back of the red dragon Shivana, which was covered with fiery red scales. Together, they passed through the thick clouds and soared in the vast sky.

The wind whistled past their ears, bringing a biting chill, and the clouds rolled under their feet, like an endless ocean, magnificent and surging.

After crossing countless clouds and flying over countless mountains and rivers, Fang Ming's eyes finally penetrated the layers of fog and saw the Bodhi City mentioned by Monk Powang in the distance.

It was a magnificent Buddhist city, with a grand scale and majestic buildings, far beyond the Wucheng City seen before.

The city wall towered into the clouds, as if it was the boundary between heaven and earth. The bricks and stones revealed the vicissitudes of time and the solemnity of Buddhism, which made people feel awe.

Outside the city gate, a long team, led by the snake-headed Mahoraga, slowly entered the sacred city like a winding dragon.

These monsters have different shapes, some are grotesque, like evil spirits from hell; some are extremely powerful, standing like mountains.

However, despite their different shapes, they all look dazed and confused, as if they are controlled by some mysterious power, moving forward in an orderly manner without any resistance or hesitation.

Fang Ming carefully observed the team and thought to himself.

He noticed that the team of monsters entering the city here was much larger than what he saw when he was in Wucheng. At a glance, it was densely packed, as if there was no end.

The number and strength of these monsters shocked him.

He couldn't help but secretly speculate that the status of this Bodhi City in the Buddhist Kingdom must be extraordinary!

"Shivana, land here."

Fang Ming whispered.

Upon hearing this, the red dragon Shivana gently flapped her wings, like two huge wings of fire, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The huge body slowly descended, and finally landed steadily on an open space not far from Bodhi City.

The dragon's wings folded, and the dragon's head drooped slightly.

Fang Ming jumped off the dragon's back, and the feeling of being on the ground made him feel comfortable.

He looked around and saw that the surroundings were quiet, and only the sound of chanting from the distant Bodhi City could be faintly heard.

The chanting sounded melodious and solemn, as if it could purify all distractions and evil in people's hearts.

He turned to look at Kailan Hall and Monk Powang, and said in a firm tone: "You wait for me here, I will go into the city alone to capture the Happy Arhat."

His voice was full of confidence and determination.

Monk Powang had a blank expression on his face, clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and followed Fang Ming's instructions.

As a slave, he obeyed the orders without hesitation or resistance.

Kailan Hall frowned, his eyes full of worry.

Although she knew Fang Ming was powerful, she was inevitably a little nervous and uneasy when facing the monsters in the whole city.

She was worried about Fang Ming's safety.

"Lord God's Envoy, are you...are you really going alone?"

Kailan Hall couldn't help asking, with a trembling and pleading voice.

Fang Ming smiled slightly, his eyes were like torches, as if he could see through all the falsehood and disguise.

"The monsters in the city are not worth mentioning. It's only a matter of time before there are more."

His words were full of confidence and domineering, "Go, massacre the city!"

After saying that, he swayed and strode towards the gate of Bodhi City like an arrow from a string.

His steps were firm and powerful.

Kailan Hall looked at Fang Ming's back as he walked away, with mixed feelings in his heart.

She knew Fang Ming's strength and understood that her dissuasion would be useless.

Monk Powang stood there motionless, like a sculpture.

His eyes were calm, silently waiting for Fang Ming's return.

Fang Ming strode forward with firm and powerful steps.

He walked straight to the gate of Bodhi City. The gate was majestic and magnificent, as if it was the gateway to heaven and earth, guarding this mysterious and solemn Buddhist city.

As he approached, the team of monsters of various shapes came into view more and more clearly.

In the team, various monsters competed with each other, like a living painting of another dimension.

There were monsters with eagle beaks and wolf bodies. Their feathers and fur were intertwined, flashing with strange light. They were both ferocious and weird, as if they were terrifying creatures that had traveled from ancient times.

Their sharp claws left deep marks on the ground, and every step revealed their powerful strength and wildness.

There are monsters covered in shells, shaped like giant insects. They stagger but are extremely determined, as if they are carrying a heavy mission.

The shells are engraved with traces of time, and each pattern tells the vicissitudes they have experienced.Mulberry and suffering.

There are also huge beasts that are as big as mountains. Every step they take seems to shake the earth and make the surrounding air tremble.

The eyes of the beasts are shining with wisdom, as if they can see through all the falsehood and reality in the world.

These monsters, escorted by the Mahoraga, look confused and empty, as if they are being pulled by invisible chains and move towards the city.

They have lost their self-consciousness, and only the bodies of zombies are left, wandering in this endless journey.

The Mahoragas hold the pipa and pluck it lightly with their fingers. The sound of the piano flows out like spring water, and it seems to have magic power, locking the minds of the monsters tightly.

The sound of the piano seems to have magic power, which can penetrate the souls of the monsters and bring them into an illusory and psychedelic world.

Under the guidance of the piano sound, the movements of those monsters become mechanical and unified, as if they are controlled by invisible forces.

They lost their freedom and will, leaving only empty eyes and numb expressions, sinking in this endless melody.

Suddenly, a Mahoraga noticed Fang Ming not far away.

A sly light flashed in its eyes, as if it had discovered something interesting.

Then, it left the team, holding a pipa, and ran towards Fang Ming in big strides.

As it approached, the sound of the pipa in its hand became louder, and the notes jumped and danced in the air like elves, as if turning into invisible chains, trying to include Fang Ming in this psychedelic melody.

The sound of the pipa carried a strange power, trying to erode Fang Ming's will and soul.

However, Fang Ming sneered in his heart.

This sound of the pipa was just a breeze to him, and it blew gently and left no trace.

He knew the means of this Mahoraga very well, but his face remained calm, pretending to be controlled by the sound of the pipa.

His eyes were dull and confused, as if he was also confused by this magic sound and lost his self-awareness.

Seeing this, the Mahoraga nodded with satisfaction.

It led Fang Ming and integrated him into the group of monsters entering the city.

Fang Ming followed the group and walked slowly into the city, as if he had also become a member of this endless journey.