Everyone was stunned.

Just now, the crying bell just drooped the light curtain covering Yan Fei.

Now the whole tearful bell has put the enlightenment into it.

Looking at Yan Fei again, he swung the Jiuer Zen Staff like crazy and banged at the tears clock.

Bang bang bang, after at least a dozen swings, the bell ringing sounded deafening, and even the old men felt a little dizzy.

After a few breaths, Yan Fei poured sword Yuan into the Jiuer Zen Staff. He grabbed the Jiuer Zen Staff with both hands and poured all his anger into it.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the Buddha's tears bell was broken by Yan Fei's staff in shock.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and it is the shore when I look back, and I, Yan Fei, want to break through the south wall."

Everyone stared at this scene in a daze, and the tears broke into three petals, and the enlightenment inside appeared in front of everyone.

Let’s look at Enlightenment again.

It is no longer something that a word of misery can describe.

Wuneng's soul realm is incomparable to Yan Fei. Yan Fei suffered two sudden tears and his sea of ​​consciousness was unstable.

Wuneng was directly locked in with tears.

With more than a dozen violent impacts, he couldn't stand even an ordinary bell.

You must know that the bell cannot dissipate inside, and if it is superimposed back and forth, the power cannot be measured.

In the end, even the tear bell was shattered. Not to mention enlightenment, even if you lock the dead tree Buddha in it, you would have to report it to the Buddha.

Puff, puff!

The enlightenment of the seven orifices bleeds, to be precise, the seven orifices bleeds.

With two eyes, ears, two nostrils and a mouth, blood spurted out. At the same time, blood was overflowing from Wuneng's body, and all the pores were gushing out of blood.

In an instant, the enlightenment that originally protected the golden light had completely become a bloody man.

"Wondering..."

"Junior brother..."

"Senior brother..."

The monks at Fahua Temple shouted differently.

The face of the dead wood Buddha was extremely hard to see. As the Buddha, his eyes were like murderous intent.

Yan Fei snorted coldly in his heart and said, "Hmph, I, Yan Fei, respect the Buddha, what kind of morals advocated by the Buddha's Taoism. What kind of Buddha are you? If the Buddha is like you, I, Yan Fei, would rather become a demon."

The atmosphere was extremely harsh in an instant.

Several great monks rushed to Wuneng's side.

Two of them turned around and looked at Yan Fei viciously: "The surname is Yan, you are such a cruel method."

"Yan Fei, your murderous thought is too strong, I will not let you do it."

At this moment, the people in Shushan were more proud.

If enlightenment can win, it will inevitably make the world think that Buddhism and Taoism are stronger than the immortality. The ending is good now. Although Kong Lingzi was defeated, he is at least still alive. Moreover, Kong Lingzi is only the third among the three masters sent by Shushan.

Wuneng is not the case. He is the No. 1 seed player of Fahua Temple and is now directly returned to his position.

Want to do it?

Yan Fei was afraid, and the ancient dragon-patterned sword was horizontally in front of him, facing the eminent monks of Fahua Temple.

He understood that Wuneng was just a disciple of Fahua Temple. If these great monks took action, they would definitely not be able to escape death today.

But, so what about death?

"stop."

At this moment, Duan Wuya finally spoke.

With a sudden shout, the monks of Fahua Temple were slightly stunned.

With their identities, they were unable to talk to Duan Wuya, so the monks looked at the dead wood Buddha together.

The dead wood Buddha looked a little embarrassed.

"Amitabha, Yan Fei killed Nian Mitian and killed my beloved disciple. Brother Duan must give me an explanation, otherwise, the monks of my Fahua Temple will not be able to accept it."

Duan Wuya didn't expect this would be the situation.

I thought I would have a fight, but I didn't expect Yan Fei to take action this time. He forced Wuneng to death in the tear bell, and even the tear bell was broken. This murderous thought was so great.

But the more this happens, the more Duan Wuya is optimistic about Yan Fei.

The final victory or defeat of the Three Dao Martial Arts Ceremony is the first priority.

Duan Wuya's face darkened.

"Explanation? If I remember correctly, Wuneng came out to challenge Yan Fei, right?"

The face of the dead wood Buddha changed slightly, and he naturally understood that they were not reasonable.

"Amitabha, it is common to compete in the battle stage, life and death depend on heaven. How could I not know? But this is not a battle stage. Yan Fei had already broken the sudden cry of enlightenment. Why did he still kill him?"

Duan Wuya said with a cold face: "Three sounds of tears, isn't Wuneng's thought of killing? The Buddhist Taoist always claims to be pity for sentient beings. It is important to sweep the floor and not hurt the lives of ants, cherish moths and gauzes and lamps. Wuneng put Yan Fei to death today. If the three sounds of tears, Yan Fei's life and the dead tree, will you give me an explanation?"

The dead wood was speechless, everyone was watching it with sincerity, and the third cry of tears had already been heard.

"You, you..." The dead wood Buddha forgot to even Amitabha Buddha.

At this moment, the junior brother of the Kumu Buddha said in a deep voice: "Hmph, what is this person with the surname Yan? How is the nameless child in the mountain village compared to my beloved disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Wuya said furiously: "Stop talking, this kind of thing should not be said from the mouths of you Buddhists and Taoists, right? Why, in the eyes of the monks of Fahua Temple, people should also distinguish between high and low?"

The old monk knew that he had made mistakes in his words, but he did not expect Duan Wuya's attitude to be so tough.

"Old, I'm not, I don't mean that."

Duan Wuya's words made Yan Fei's murderous aura fade a little.

No matter what Duan Wuya’s purpose is, what he said is quite meaningful.

At this moment, the disciple of Shushan Sword Sect was about to walk out, but was stopped by the head Ziling Zhenren.

"Master, this guy named Yan is too crazy. I'll teach him a lesson."

Zi Ling's true man's face changed: "Don't do anything randomly. Our goal is to win the Three Martial Arts Ceremony. You are the number one person in my Sword Sect, so you should not take action rashly."

"But..., these three martial arts ceremony cannot be opened, and it is disrupted by such a Yan Fei."

The people from Leiyin Temple are also ready to move.

Although Wuneng is not a monk from Leiyin Temple, it represents Buddhism and Taoism after all.

As a result, he was also stopped by Qianye Buddha.

"Jue Nian, you are the same as Wuneng's strength. Wuneng is dead, and you may not be able to gain any advantage when you go out."

Juenian is the No. 1 seed player of Leiyin Temple. He ranks fourth on the talent list.

Juenian said calmly: "Amitabha, master, Yan Fei clearly provoked my Buddhist path. If he didn't give him some color, his disciples would not be able to swallow this tone."

At this moment, the top ten people on the talent list were holding their breath.

But they also felt a great sense of pressure and crisis in their hearts. They had to weigh the pros and cons, if they fought against Wuneng, could they win?

Wuneng is the seventh person on the talent list, it was five years ago.

As for the remaining hundreds of shortlisted players, they didn't dare to think about it, especially seeing Yan Fei's ruthless move.
Chapter completed!