As the voice fell, Zhang Qingfeng only felt that the sky was shaking, and the whole world began to shake violently, and the rumbling sound was like a mountain falling, and it was like an earth fire erupting, making him a little unstable for a while.

Not only that, after a while, the morning bell suddenly 'bell', emitting an indescribable, but real sound wave, Zhang Qingfeng could feel the existence of that sound, but he couldn't describe the power contained in it in words......

This is a force that is enough to destroy tens of millions of things and bring them back to chaos and inexplicability, but just when Zhang Qingfeng was shocked by such a power, the aura of Yan in his Hui Hai moved, but when Zhang Qingfeng noticed it, there was no movement, as if what had just happened was his hallucination.

I don't know how long it took, but the turmoil finally stopped, and then the morning bell rang softly, as if its power had been exhausted, shook a few times, and fell into the hands of the dry Buddha corpse.

"Dare to ask this master, who is sacred?"

Seeing this kind of great power of moving mountains and changing land, reclaiming the sea and creating tides, Zhang Qingfeng was also very vigilant in his heart...... This kind of power, even if he has seen the strongest person, the proud sword master Dongfang Zhi can only reach it, but in the sporadic knowledge of the tassel of the instrument spirit, he has only seen such great power.

It's just that in the face of such an existence, he has no chance to resist, so he can only ask respectfully first, and first figure out his situation.

"A cultivator of the lower grade of the Void Realm...... It seems that it is from your divine court, and he is still wearing the clothes of a bald donkey, who are you fooling?"

It's just that Zhang Qingfeng's voice didn't fall, and the lord of power who came here with him didn't speak, but another person said loudly: "Old ghost Zheng, what do you think?"

Zhang Qingfeng looked stunned, but saw a cynical teenager playing with a compass-shaped object in his hand, and at the same time he didn't know whether to look at him with ridicule or pity.

Seeing Zhang Qingfeng's gaze, the young man sneered and said, "Don't look at it, if you are caught here, you deserve this fate." ”

With his words, two figures also walked out from the depths of the cave, one of them looked a little old, with a long beard under his chin, obviously the old ghost Zheng in the young man's mouth, listening to the young man's tone, it seemed that he was also a person in the divine court?

The old man glanced at Zhang Qingfeng up and down, and the light in his eyes flashed: "I don't know this son, I don't think it's from my White Tiger War Zone." ”

Zhang Qingfeng saw that the momentum of this old man was by no means simple, obviously he had a high-grade cultivation in the virtual realm, and suddenly arched his hand again, and said: "Xuanwu War Zone, the guard under the main seat of the Proud Sword Army, Zhang Qingfeng is also." ”

When the old man heard this, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Since you are here, then you and I can still be regarded as opponents, and it is useless for you to climb me." ”

While the two were talking, the last person also walked out, glanced at Zhang Qingfeng, and stopped a few times on the imitation morning bell in Zhang Qingfeng's hand before snorting coldly and said: "The imitation of the morning bell is in the hands of several Venerables of Putuo Mountain, look at the clothes on your body, should it be a walking person of Putuo Mountain who died in your hands?"

Zhang Qingfeng heaved and didn't speak, but when the young man heard this, his eyes lit up, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Qingfeng: "You can kill a Buddha and walk, boy, your skills are not bad." ”

Although this young man has an uninhibited attitude, these people are also very easy to deal with, so Zhang Qingfeng deliberately asked, "I don't know what this senior is called?"

When the young man heard this, he smiled and said: "The young master's name is Ji Ping, a person from Qianji Mountain in the Dao Domain, but this name is just an ornament, and he is an unlucky guy who was caught like you!"

"Okay, I know you have a lot of problems in your stomach, but some of them I don't bother to explain, and some I don't know......"

As he spoke, Na Jiping pouted at the almost dry Buddha corpse: "After waiting for so many years, everyone is together, so let's start?"

As Ji Ping's words fell, a voice suddenly came from the dry Buddha corpse: "The poor monks have a good name, in order to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the divine realm, they have been locked up here for eight thousand years, but unfortunately they fell short and failed to achieve it." ”

"The poor monk never accepted disciples in his early years, so I couldn't avoid the loss of Buddhism in my body, so I had to make this decision, and use the power of the morning bell to attract many Buddhist disciples to come, wanting to find a suitable disciple......"

Speaking of this, Xiang Ji said again: "Ji Ping, Zheng Yuan, the two donors found this place by looking for opportunities, and Zhaoyou Bodhisattva came here after practicing the magic foot generalist, this Zhang Qingfeng donor, even carried the imitation morning bell with him to find here, this is the fate of cause and effect!"

"My lifelong Dharma cultivation and rule comprehension can all be passed down among the four of you!"

Zhang Qingfeng's eyes narrowed, he couldn't believe such a good thing as pies falling from the sky, but this Xiangji cultivation was unfathomable, only from the morning bell that he could occupy one of the treasures of Buddhism, he could see what status this person had eight thousand years ago, and if he rashly refused, I was afraid that there would be unforeseen disasters.

"The Good Sect knows that I came here just to use the power of the morning bell to dodge a spell that was imposed on me by the enemy, and I don't have any heart to hunt for treasures......"

Carefully considering the vocabulary, Zhang Qingfeng said respectfully: "It's better to let the Shizun out of Xiangji, and I will definitely find a proud disciple for the Shizun." ”

"Oh, spells?"

Hearing this, the corpse-like body suddenly opened his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Qingfeng for a moment, and then said coldly: "It turned out to be an evil technique that hurt people by extraterritorial evil objects...... You don't have to worry, as long as you have the inheritance of the poor monk, such evil things will not dare to come close to you!"

Hearing this Xiangji's words, Zhang Qingfeng suddenly frowned, ancient books record that the morning bell is extremely strange, has the effect of cleansing the breath, as long as he sits under the morning bell, he can isolate his qi, even if this spell is broken, but this Xiangji is unwilling, he has to let himself accept any inheritance...... There must be a deception in this matter!

Not only that, but listening to the tone of these three people, they had been in this cave for a long time, and there must have been reasons why they did not know about it, and in all fairness, he would rather deal with those extraterritorial evil creatures again than get involved in this muddy water.

But refusing now is definitely inappropriate, not to mention this unknowingly shallow mutual aid, that is, any three people in the three directions of God, Buddha, and Dao, who are not opponents themselves, and if they are not sure of their friends or foes, they rashly speak out and leave, that is how fast and how quickly they will die.

Just as Zhang Qingfeng was thinking hard, the young man smiled and said, "Boy, don't think about it, if you die here, what's the point of worrying about any spell?"

Zhang Qingfeng's expression changed, the most troublesome problem he guessed finally arrived, and the voice of Xiangji also came from the dry Buddha's body: "Yes, yes, although you and the other four people are fateful, but I don't know what the ability is, if you don't have much ability, wouldn't it be a waste of the poor monk's cultivation......"

"Simply within a radius of five thousand miles, I have covered it with the morning bell, and those who came to the Buddha Gate, the Divine Court, and even some demon clans are not allowed to go out......"

"This kind of junior is your target, whoever kills the most will inherit the mantle of the poor monk, hahahaha!"

"How can this benefactor be able to commit murder without any grievance with us?"

Before the words of Xiangji fell, the monk Zhaoyou immediately said in a deep voice: "Xiangji Shizun, although I have never heard of your name, but I think it is also a certain former sage of my Buddhism, my Buddhism has always been compassionate, how can I judge the inheritance by the number of killings, isn't it a big joke in the world?

"Hey, poor monk acting, why do you need a junior to argue? If I had heard your words when I was crisscrossing the divine realm, I would have slapped you to death with one palm. ”

"When the poor monk was alive, he hated the rules and precepts the most, and the rules and regulations of Buddhism were all used to restrain those rats who were brave and incompetent and obedient!"

"Heaven is in turn, the strong live, the weak die, if you don't even dare to kill people, don't want to kill, what qualifications do you have to inherit my mantle? And this is originally a battlefield, isn't it natural to kill people on the battlefield?"

"How ridiculous!"

Zhao You retorted again: "It is inevitable to fight and kill, but this generation is deliberately attracted here by the seniors, and there are also my Buddhist disciples in it, how can the seniors be so disregarding relatives and distances?"

"Disciples of Buddhism?

Xiang Ji sneered, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke: "When I fought with the Buddha Lord back then, the aftermath of his attack also shocked and killed many Buddhist disciples, why didn't you go to him for trouble?"

"Heaven is unkind, all things are used as dogs, some people fall into the water, some people mistakenly eat poisonous weeds, these are all their fate, do you want to say that this is the way of heaven is too cruel? And what is the difference between me and the sea water and poisonous weeds in the way of heaven? Isn't it also that they deserve to die?"

"If you don't want to, I tell you, if someone gets to pass on my mantle, the rest of the living beings will either make a blood pact and serve my disciples as the master, or they will all be killed by this morning bell. ”

When the monk heard this, he immediately shut up, this Xiangji is worthy of the great power of Buddhism thousands of years ago, and his argument is not hindered, he is difficult to deal with at all.

And he has been cultivating for countless years before he has the cultivation of the top grade of the virtual realm, if he doesn't encounter this kind of harmony, under the cultivation of the master, even if the Dao realm has some hope, how can he be willing to wait for death?

Zhang Qingfeng squinted even more, this Zhaoyou monk was just worried about the reputation of Buddhism, since all living beings within these five thousand miles are going to perish, there is no one alive, and there is no scruple about coming to this person.

"Fight with the Buddha...... 10,000 years ago...... Mutual Aid...... Evil Buddha ...... You are an evil Buddha!"