"Wow......"

The oppressive bell rang again, and this time nothing touched it, but Duro stood up inside, striking his fist inside the Resentment Bell, and with each strike, the bell began to reverberate.

The bell was ringing very high, this guy had closed his hearing, he not only rang the bell inside, but also recited incantations in his mouth, resenting the human face relief statues outside the bell as if they were coming to life, and each one with a resentful expression opened his mouth and whispered, all of which were curses of resentment.

Those whispering curses began to echo with the bells, spreading quickly, whispering in the ears of everyone who heard the bells, inciting curses and arousing resentment in the hearts of the people.

After hearing this, the old man covered his ears and accelerated his speed, and when he reached the edge of a cliff, he jumped down, of course, not to commit suicide, but to escape faster, so as not to be affected, and accelerate after landing.

The people who followed him were inexplicable, and several disciples jumped off without hesitation, some chose to jump off the cliff, but some chose to take a detour. But every time the bell rang, my heart inexplicably began to be irritable, thinking of a lot of unhappy things, wanting to vent, wanting to take revenge, and wanting to curse.

This is the power of the Resentment Bell, which can provoke hidden resentment in the depths of the human heart, like lighting a small flame that induces a raging flame until the fire becomes uncontrollable and has a devastating power.

The chanting of more than 2,000 monks began to be untidy, especially some monks with low cultivation, and the Buddhist scriptures recited in their mouths were still messy, and gradually the chanting sound became no longer uniform and began to be noisy.

Suddenly, a monk was no longer chanting, so he suddenly jumped up and kicked at another monk not far away, and scolded in his mouth, "Bastard, let you deduct my salary and kill you......"

While scolding, he pounced on the monk who kicked him down, and grabbed his neck with a hideous face, and the monk who was choked also had a hideous face, and smashed his fist at his head.

It was like a fuse, as soon as these two monks started fighting, there were also people in other places who started infighting, and some did not chant scriptures, but scolded like shrews, and some got up and jumped up, wanting to find a resentful person to take revenge.

"Don't mess around, keep your heart, and recite the mantra ...... pure heart"

An old monk shouted, but no one listened to him, and he was about to start knocking out the monks who had fallen into a state of rampage, but he was suddenly hit on the head by a Zen staff, and his skull was shattered.

"Hahaha, the position of the abbot should have been mine, you bastard go to hell!"

The monk holding the Zen staff let out a wild laugh, and the one he killed was the abbot of the Zen Buddhist Temple, and the Zen staff in his hand was the spiritual weapon of the array.

"You actually killed the abbot, go and die......"

The next moment, a monk rushed towards him, and immediately received a response from many monks, and the abbot's death aroused their resentment, which could no longer be suppressed, and they only wanted to kill the murderer.

But this murderer also has supporters, originally Zen Buddhism was divided into many factions, friction on weekdays, and now the resentment of the bell aroused the resentment in the heart, with the death of the abbot, many monks fight, and it is the next death hand to fight each other.

"Stop...... Stop......"

There are also some monks who can still keep their clarity and shout that they have no result to join the battle group, because they want to separate the same sect that fights each other, but they soon attract other people to attack wildly, and they have to fight back in order to protect themselves, and the resentment is quickly provoked and loses their minds.

"How so!"

Yang Lingfeng, who was in the distance, looked at the chaotic scene and the gradually increasing corpses a little dementedly, the blood began to flow down the stairs, she still kept her Qingming and wanted to step forward to stop it, as long as she stopped Du Luo from ringing the bell, but a young monk with a distorted face blocked her way.

"Senior sister...... I like you, but why don't you look at me on weekdays? ”

"Get out of here!"

Yang Lingfeng cursed in disgust, and her resentment came out from the moment she saw this monk, who was impure and often harassed nuns and female lay disciples.

"Since you can't get your heart, then get your people......"

The young monk pounced on her, Yang Lingfeng was embarrassed to deal with it, he was not an opponent at all, and he was quickly knocked to the ground, and was dragged to the grass by the young monk's hair.

"Help......

Yang Lingfeng let out a desperate cry for help, and after being dragged into the grass, the young monk began to tear her clothes, and was beaten up again after struggling. Fortunately, the cry for help was heard, and several nuns ran over, usually resentful of the monk's harassment, but at this time they could no longer bear it and joined forces to attack.

"A bunch of shameless bitches!"

The young monk cursed and faced the battle, his strength was really good, he did not fall behind in the face of the joint attack of the five nuns, quickly hit two, and kicked the sternum of a nun, and the remaining two did not want to run when they saw a big event, one was smashed in the backbone, and the other was captured alive and dragged to Yang Lingfeng, who had a blue nose and swollen face.

"Disobedience is the end!"

The young monk grabbed the nun's neck and slammed it, and with a clatter, he actually pinched the nun's cervical vertebrae, and the body fell, looking at Yang Lingfeng with blank eyes.

"Senior Sister ......"

Yang Lingfeng let out a sad and angry cry, struggling to get up to take revenge, but was knocked to the ground by the other party's big mouth, she looked desperately at the other party and threw herself down, unwillingly closed her eyes and waited for humiliation.

But the body slammed on himself, and there was a gentle liquid spilled on his face, Yang Lingfeng opened his eyes and saw a terrifying scene, the young monk had already cut off his head, and the headless corpse was spurting blood, making himself a whole body.

She didn't care about being afraid, and searched her surroundings to see who had saved her, but when she saw that it was Du Luo with an evil smile on his face, she immediately fell there.

"Tut-tut...... Look at your virtuous ......"

Du Luo uttered words of contempt and stepped down the mountain, he had already put away the resentment bell, but the anger of resentment aroused many people who had lost their minds, but it was not so easy to calm down, especially those monks who were closest to each other, and they were still fighting to the death.

If it weren't for the fact that there were a lot of members of the various sects who watched the battle, Du Luo would definitely not put away the resentment bell so easily, even if the Zen Buddhism sect was not destroyed this time, it would have suffered heavy losses, and the hope of rising was gone, and it was no problem to fall to the ninth-rate sect.

Yang Lingfeng watched him stride down the mountain blankly, unhurried, as if he was on a spring outing, but there were shouts and curses all around, which seemed so out of place.

She lifted the corpse on her body, the blood-stained monk's robe was messy, and she didn't bother to clean up and look at the Buddha statue, under the majestic Buddha statue, a large number of monks were still fighting each other, and there were more corpses. Originally, he wanted to turn Du Luo into a demon, but he was made by Du Luo to fall into the magic path, and even if he was sober, he couldn't return to his past state of mind.

"You're a big devil, I'm going to kill you......"

Yang Lingfeng Jiao rushed towards Du Luo with a bloody face, looking like a demon, how could he still have the appearance of being as cold as a fairy before, and he had already been affected by the resentment Zhong. She couldn't even beat the young monk, how could she beat Du Luo and be knocked unconscious directly.

originally didn't want to care about her, but after all, she was Yang Qiaofeng's cousin, Du Luo took out his mobile phone to take pictures and sent a > to Yang Qiaofeng

Soon Yang Qiaofeng called, Du Luo answered, and her inquiry came from the receiver, "Who is that woman?

Du Luo pouted, "Your cousin, I ruined the Zen Buddhism." But it wasn't me who beat her, it was someone who wanted to be strong and she was saved by me, and most of the blood was someone else's. ”

"Oh my God!" Yang Qiaofeng exclaimed, grateful to you, "Don't throw her away, it's my sister after all, bring it back." ”

"Okay!"

After Du Luo finished speaking, he hung up the call, bent down and wanted to pick up Yang Lingfeng, looking at the blood on her body, he simply helped her take off the blood-stained monk's robe, and wiped the blood stains on her face with the monk's robe.

There were still clothes inside, Du Luo picked them up and continued to descend the mountain, and as he reached the foot of the mountain, the people on the mountain gradually woke up, looking at the scene of corpses all over the field, remembering their previous performance, they collapsed to the ground one by one.

Two-thirds of the more than 2,000 monks who arranged the formation died, and many other monks were also killed and wounded, and the abbot and elder were almost dying, this is the power of the resentment bell, which can cause such a terrifying effect without having to do it yourself.