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

Is it possible to let that Buddhist cultivator relax?

How could Fang Lei not understand the principle of taking advantage of victory and pursuing it?

He had repeatedly changed his moves before, breaking human bone beads, purifying flesh and blood lotus, and punishing the King of Medicine.

From the beginning to the end, he was invincible and pursued victory, never giving the Buddha any chance to breathe.

Therefore, it is not so much that Buddha Xiu breathed his last, but rather that Fang Lei's thoughts, which were suppressing him, were diverted.

…

Because on the other side, Haoran and Holy Lord Yuntian caught up with him again.

But this time, it is destined to be a little different.

Because combined with the battlefield on the other side, Fang Lei suddenly understood how Haoran caught up with him.

"Small words mean great things?"

The avatar on Fang Lei's side dissipated again, but this time Fang Lei showed a smile of victory, like the warm sun in winter, which represented the breaking of the deadlock.

…

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Fang Lei's eyes. The moment he saw Old Man Hai's modest words, he understood the power that was completely different from words and actions.

He squinted his eyes and immediately understood the reason why Saint Haoran could catch up so quickly.

Because Wei Yan Da Yi has a certain degree of "restraint" in what he says.

The nature of these two forces is completely different, just like the difference between the sun and the moon, they illuminate each other but have their own strengths and weaknesses.

Follow your words and follow the rules - use the established rules between heaven and earth to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

The great meaning of Weiyan is to temporarily weave a rule of heaven and earth, and then use the unique power of this temporary rule.

It is precisely because of this improvised nature that Weiyan Dayi is able to cleverly bypass the high versus low suppression between words and actions and launch a counterattack.

Therefore, there is a certain restraint relationship between the two.

Even those who have reached the "perfect realm" will be affected to a certain extent in the face of this power.

However, this restraint relationship seems to be powerless against the unique "fake heavenly realm".

…

Fang Lei returned his main thoughts to Sunset City again.

Because Holy Lord Haoran would not be able to catch him for a while, he had plenty of room to spare.

Fang Lei first looked at the old woman Hai and said:

"Seeing that you have not contributed much to your work, you have taught me how to speak in small words and mean things in a small way. In return, I will spare your life!"

Then, he calmly took out something from his arms - it was the "Moonlight Bow" (the Lord of the Black Abyss appeared before.)

Fang Lei held the bow tightly with both hands and struggled to pull the bow string, during which the bow string made a dull sound.

"Heavenly thunder kills evil, thunder is coming!!!"

Following the words, the infinite power of thunder began to gather around Fang Lei, condensing into three thunder arrows.

"Counterattack the yin and kill the three evil spirits!"

Three arrows were shot out. The arrows were like meteors in the night sky. They first broke through the old woman's modest words with unstoppable momentum.

Then, they penetrated without any hindrance the Medicine King Buddha Dharma form displayed by the Buddha cultivator in the Heaven-Building Realm, and the power of the thunder was extremely powerful.

In the end, the thunder passed through the body, and the Buddhist cultivator in the Heaven-Building Realm instantly turned into a cold corpse and fell to the ground.

*****

After killing the Buddhist cultivator in the realm of mending the sky in an instant, Fang Lei's eyes were like sharp blades, sweeping towards Xuan Jing and Jian Wensi.

He announced very calmly: "Since you broke the rules, that means I can flip the chessboard!"

As soon as he said this, a trace of panic flashed across Xuan Jing's face.

Jian Wensi turned to look at the old woman Ebina, but what shocked him was that the old woman Ebina also looked seriously injured at this time. Obviously, the brief confrontation just now was not as simple as he saw.

"Jian Wensi, don't forget what you promised!" Xuan Jing suddenly turned to look at Jian Wensi.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could pierce a person's soul; his expression was so ferocious that there was no trace of Buddha at all, but rather like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Jian Wensi's body trembled, as if he thought of some consequences, but despite the fear in his heart, he nodded with difficulty.

Xuanjing's face became calm then, and he turned to look at Fang Lei. Buddha's light filled the air again, and Buddha Xuanjing's words rang out again:

"Amitabha, the benefactor's power is boundless. Although the poor monk cherishes his life, he is willing to put down the butcher's knife." His words were full of helplessness and determination.

However, behind these words, there is still a hidden murderous intention.

It's a pity that Fang Lei has already become a "general". He didn't even look at Xuan Jing, but said in a cold and slightly mocking voice: "Up to now, you are still playing your word games? But unfortunately, I don't need you. Put down the butcher knife."

Then he sighed indifferently: "Because I am already planning to raise the butcher knife!"

Xuanjing Buddha suddenly looked shocked and tried to persuade Fang Lei: "Donor, don't do it! Please listen to me!"

Fang Lei didn't want to pay attention to Xuanjing, nor did he want to know what medicine he was selling in his gourd, but...

"Interesting, tell me first!" A sudden change occurred in the sky, and a majestic voice sounded.

The boundless clouds, rays of light, and breeze seemed to have taken shape, and began to gather slowly, gradually forming a huge face. This person has a calm face and deep eyes. He is the Holy Lord Haoran who is "chasing" Fang Lei.

Fang Lei also raised his head suddenly at this time, narrowed his eyes and looked at the Holy Lord Haoran, and threatened in a cold voice: "You... want to stand? I can leave it alone!"

The appearance of Holy Lord Haoran makes the situation more complicated and subtle.

"Fellow Taoist, I misunderstood! I am also a common person in the world, so naturally I also want to know about that matter!" Saint Haoran's eyes were peaceful, and he even addressed Fang Lei as "Fellow Taoist".

But it was this call of "fellow Daoist" that made Xuan Jing and Jian Wensi's scalps numb. How could the other party make Saint Haoran willingly call him "fellow Daoist"?

Damn it? The incident of the Shenzang Realm pointing at the Faxiang Realm and scolding them actually happened to them? It's a blessing that they didn't die! ! !

Fang Lei sneered in his heart and sighed that he was an old fox, but on the surface he didn't show too much emotion.

The other party first praised Fang Lei's status with a "fellow Daoist", implying that Fang Lei and these young people were not people of the same level, so don't bully him too much;

Then he said "I want to know too", which perfectly removed himself, as if he was an innocent person who didn't know.

Uninformed? If you don't know, why are you chasing your father? They are all old foxes for thousands of years, why are you pretending!

"In that case," Fang Lei glanced at Xuan Jing and said coldly, "You say!"

Then, his cold eyes turned to Jian Wensi, because it was this person who summoned Saint Haoran.

Fang Lei's eyes were like a cold blade, making Jian Wensi feel like he was falling into the abyss. His face instantly turned ashen and lifeless.

Although Jian Wensi knew that even if he hadn't attracted the Holy Lord Haoran, his fate had already been determined.

But between life and death, he still decided to give it a try. After all, it was said before that a good death is worse than a miserable life.

Xuan Jing Buddhist Son was already sitting upright on the ground at this time, his face solemn and solemn. He put his hands together, like a blooming lotus, and chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, this matter must mention one person - my senior brother, Xuan Ming Buddhist Son!"