You are a cultivator of immortality, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Fang Lei knew about Xuan Jing Buddha's trick, Xuan Jing Buddha knew Fang Lei knew, and Fang Lei also knew Xuan Jing Buddha knew he knew.

But this was an open plot, even if he knew, even if he knew it well, even if it was a sea of ​​fire and swords, he had to do it.

As for the reason, the Confucian monk had already made it very clear.

"History is a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone!" Fang Lei nodded, deeply aware of the profound meaning of this statement.

The opponent's move was so clever that he even had to send an incarnation here.

His incarnation measured the land under his feet step by step and walked towards Sunset City.

Xuan Jing Buddha stayed at the top of the Nine Star Sword Tower, the tallest building in the entire city.

Close your eyes and rest, your heart is like a mirror, sit cross-legged like a bell, and don't move.

"Donor, you are here!" Even though he didn't see Fang Lei's trace, he still vaguely glimpsed some "life and death".

"Be in harmony with the light!" Fang Lei whispered softly and entered a piece of ink space again.

He did not reply. The next moment, he appeared under the sword tower, caressing the vicissitudes of the sword tower itself.

Then, like a mortal, he climbed up the stairs step by step, but everyone around him was unaware.

**

"Well, am I dazzled?" A monk dressed in a red robe looked at the entrance of the sword tower in confusion.

"What?" Another green robed Confucian asked after hearing this.

"It seems that a mortal has entered the Nine Star Sword Tower..." Although the red robed Confucian's voice was uncertain, the shock in his eyes was difficult to conceal.

"Are you serious, mortal?" The green robed Confucian used his eyesight to look, but found nothing.

"Maybe it's my illusion!" Although he still had doubts in his heart, the red robed Confucian did not insist.

**

Fang Lei continued to walk towards Xuan Jing Buddhist Son step by step. When he broke into everyone's sight, Fang Lei had already appeared behind Xuan Jing Buddhist Son silently.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and twisted towards Xuan Jing Buddha's head...

"Behind you!!!" A reminder came from nowhere, and Xuan Jing Buddha's hair immediately stood on end.

"Blood and flesh lotus!" A ball of twisted flesh and blood exuding the aura of the Bu Tian realm formed instantly, protecting his whole body like an iron wall.

As a last resort, the offensive of his palm changed instantly, from twisting to slapping, like a thunderbolt, with an astonishing momentum.

Blood and flesh flew in the palm wind, the scene was bloody and fierce, and the entire blood and flesh lotus completely turned into a pool of minced meat.

However, under the protection of this ball of flesh and blood, Xuan Jing Buddha was safe and sound.

His eyes revealed deep shock and fear. He took a deep breath and shouted at Fang Lei:

"Donor, don't you dare to even confront?"

From his trembling hands, it is not difficult to see that Xuan Jing Buddha's heart is not calm at this time.

"Buddha, don't you dare to even admit your mistakes?" Fang Lei did not answer Xuan Jing's question, but instead used his own method to treat him, responding with a mocking smile.

Seeing that Fang Lei had not been tricked at all, Xuan Jing Buddhist immediately started to chant Buddhist words.

"Amitabha, donor, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right here."

Hearing this Buddhist saying, Fang Lei first thought of those two guys, Lu Jiangtao and Zhang Mang.

"If there is no butcher knife in your heart, how can you talk about putting it down?" Fang Lei said immediately. (Fang Lei meant that he was right to kill Xuan Jing, and he would not regret it even if he did it, so why should he put it down.)

Xuan Jing Buddhist immediately became overjoyed and tempted:

"Donor, your intention to kill me, isn't it the butcher knife?" (Xuan Jing distorted the original meaning and said that Fang Lei wanted to kill him, which meant he raised the butcher knife.)

Fang Lei looked at Xuan Jing and smiled, with a mocking smile.

"If the intention to kill is the butcher knife, then..." Fang Lei looked around.

"Who among the people around you hasn't killed anyone? Aren't they all enemies of your Buddha?"

After Fang Lei finished speaking, Xuan Jing's hands trembled and he fell into a passive position, because he was pushed to the opposite side of everyone by Fang Lei.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. No matter when, as long as you are willing to put down the butcher knife, you can become a Buddha!" ​​Xuan Jing made a patch and rounded it back.

"Okay, you're wrong!" Fang Lei smiled playfully.

"If someone's behavior secretly raises a butcher knife against the people of the world, should this person put down the butcher knife?"

Fang Lei took the initiative to skip the previous question, but the question he asked next was more direct, asking them directly what they were going to do.

"Should...shouldn't..." Xuan Jing took a deep breath, his tone trembling, he really didn't have the courage to say "should".

He had no doubt that when he said the word "should", the other party would "help him put down the butcher knife".

"Xuan Jing, what's wrong? Can't you answer this question?" Fang Lei's eyes gradually turned cold, and his murderous intent gradually rose.

Just when Xuan Jing was hesitating and ready to fight to the death, a Confucian cultivator in colorful robes, flower belts, and a rosy face came out.

"Of course! But fellow Taoist, why don't you tell me what the butcher knife is, so that everyone in the world knows!"

Beside him, there were also sweet voices and rouge scents, just like a romantic talent with a beautiful woman.

This person's words were sharp, as sharp as a sword, his eyes were dark as ink, but there was a flash of cunning,

The meaning of his words was even more unyielding, and he was fighting against each other.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die. He was just betting that Fang Lei didn't dare to make this matter clear!

As expected, Fang Lei's eyes only flashed with a hint of murderous intent, but he didn't make it clear.

Because making it clear would mean that Jiuzhou would definitely be in chaos, and it would be too easy to get into trouble.

But in his heart, he no longer had a good impression of these so-called descendants of the Holy Lord.

"Who are you?" Fang Lei asked directly and coldly.

"Ruzhou, Jian Wensi!" Jian Wensi breathed a sigh of relief, his bet was right.

After discovering that Fang Lei really didn't want to reveal this matter, Jian Wensi felt that the offense and defense were now changing positions, and the next step would be his highlight moment.

"What, fellow Taoist are you speechless now?" Jian Wensi's tone was slightly mocking, echoing in Sunset City.

"You keep claiming that the matter of the butcher's knife concerns the whole world and carries a heavy responsibility. So, why can't you openly let the world know the truth?"

Jian Wensi's voice was sonorous and began to be filled with justice and determination.

The eyes of Yingying Yanyan beside him flashed with admiration, and then they started to cheer indiscriminately, cheering for their holy son.

"Fellow Taoists from all over the world have gathered here. If you can't explain why, you won't be able to get out of Sunset City!" Finally, Jian Wen Si Tu Qian saw him with a murderous intention.

Facing this scene, Fang Lei was very calm.

He took out three sticks of incense and bowed to heaven and earth.

"The common people have been wronged, and this is the heart of the world, and the world can learn from it! May the snow fall today to prove my innocence!!!"

Rumble——

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky and the earth.

The sun was setting, but the temperature began to drop strangely, and snow began to fall during the day.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wensi's expression changed, and he felt the fluctuations in his words.

"Scatter!" Jian Wensi said with words.

"Boom!" A bolt of thunder struck Jian Wensi.

Jian Wensi lowered his head, a flash of shock flashed across his pupils. The other party's words and deeds were superior to his! ! !

The other party also started to behave differently!