The Demon Bull's Roar unleashed by Lei is a type of Divine Sense Attack, which is different from weapon battles, and is a hundred times more dangerous than weapons. This is because no matter how gorgeous the weapons used by cultivators are, they are always traceable, and divine sense attacks can often kill people invisibly, making it impossible to guard against. Ling had been trained in the snowy jungle when he was a child, and the first battle in his life was when he encountered an opponent who could use his divine sense to attack, it was an adult snow leopard, if it wasn't for his "Demon Breaking Nine Turns" had been cultivated to the third level, I am afraid that he would have already turned into a revenant under the attack of divine consciousness. Therefore, when he saw the demon clan that could use his divine sense to attack again, Ling Cai showed a knowing smile, and at that moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the snowy jungle, to the years of ignorance.

When the thunder roared, waves of yellow sound the size of a millstone vibrated out of its mouth, and they changed from small to large, and finally turned into layers of halos the size of one zhang and one zhang, covering the dust. The Demon Bull Roar was originally Lei's natural supernatural power, as a killer weapon to defeat the opponent, Lei Ben didn't want to use it, if it wasn't for the boundless Dharma of Shi Chen, Lei would not have fought to the death. However, when they saw Ray use his divine sense to attack, the old men under the cliff showed strange smiles, and in their opinion, Ray's actions were tantamount to moths to a fire.

If Lei's opponent is an ordinary martial artist, a Taoist, or even a ghost cultivator, there is no problem, but the person who is against him is a disciple of Buddhism. It is clear to people that on the Chinese mainland, the disciples of Buddhism and the Buddha family have exercises dedicated to the cultivation of divine consciousness. The Buddha family was born in Buddhism, but they are close to the Tao, but their mind is an authentic Buddhist mind. Therefore, whether it is Buddhism or Buddhism, it is an existence that makes Chinese cultivators jealous. Buddhist disciples make good use of their minds to influence the world with Buddhism, purify all suffering in the world, and cross people out of the sea of suffering. The power of their Divine Consciousness is comparable to that of a rough sea, and any Divine Sense attack will hardly be effective for them. The disciples of Buddhism are compassionate, and their divine consciousness and mental power are the nemesis of all evil spirits and evil spirits in the red dust. Although the demon clan is no better than the evil ghosts, it will still be restrained by the disciples of Buddhism, and there is no way to return to the sky.

When Lei's divine sense sound wave attacked Shi Chen, a look of compassion flashed in Shi Chen's eyes, although he was feeling sorry for Lei, but in the eyes of others, it was more like mockery. I saw that the Zen staff in Shi Chen's right hand slammed on the ground, and his body and the Zen staff emitted a dazzling golden divine light at the same time, and at the same time, the Taoist Sanskrit sound floated out from the top of the Zen staff, and the entire phoenix platform was filled with the whispers of the gods and Buddhas, and the bursts of Sanskrit sound whispered and chanted, as if hundreds of Taoist monks were transforming the world, and the Shichen was reflected as if it was a golden-bodied Arhat, extremely majestic.

As the chanting became louder and louder, a golden Buddha statue appeared behind Shi Chen, the Buddha statue was about three feet high, sitting cross-legged, he pinched the orchid finger in his right hand, put his left hand on his knee, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was contemplating. The Buddha statue is surrounded by a golden glow, and the aura of silence flashes behind its head, which is awe-inspiring. At this time, the yellow sound wave had rushed to Shi Chen's face, Shi Chen looked at the divine consciousness and demon sound that was about to hit his body, stood in front of his chest with his left hand, and recited in a deep voice: "Amitabha, all Bodhisattvas Mahasattva, should subdue their hearts as such......"

At this moment, Shi Chen is no longer a harmless and weak monk, but a bath that has survived misery and slashed ghosts

Blood God Buddha. As a sentence came out, the light on Shi Chen's body became even better, and the yellow sound wave was dispersed by the golden light emanating from his body before it reached Shi Chen's clothes. When the sound wave of thunder was dispersed, the golden Buddha shadow behind Shi Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the Buddha shadow's lips moved slightly, whispering in a low voice, the voice from small to loud, and finally resounded on the entire phoenix platform. The words he recited were none other than the Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra, which Shakti had not yet finished.

Thunder's demon bull roar only conjured up sound waves to attack Shi Chen, but at this time, the scriptures recited by the Buddha Shadow were pervasive, and countless characters flew over the Phoenix Terrace, and finally fell to Thunder. The runes in the sky flashed with golden light, making it impossible to avoid thunder.

"Ahh

With a terrible roar, Lei was wrapped in countless golden characters, his face was pale, his hands were tightly holding his head, his body kept trembling, and finally he slowly bent down and sat down on the phoenix platform, his expression was distorted, and he looked very painful.

"Master, please don't read it again, I admit defeat!" Shi Chen's eyes closed slightly, and he didn't see Lei's actions and expression at all. Shi Chen is devoted to the Buddha, and at this time he is already the same body as the Buddha, and there is nothing else in his eyes. Just as he was concentrating on chanting, he suddenly heard Lei's plea for mercy.

Hearing Lei's hoarse cry for mercy, Shi Chen's chanting was finally interrupted, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lei. When he saw Lei lying on the altar with a painful look on his face, Shi Chen hurriedly stood his Zen staff on the phoenix platform, and at the same time he put his palms together. With his movements, the shadow of the Buddha behind him gradually faded, and finally dissipated in the sky above the Phoenix Terrace. After the Buddha's shadow disappeared, Shi Chen took two steps and picked up the thunder, feeling the thunder's frightened emotions, Shi Chen said with a guilty face: "Lord Lei, the little monk is too heavy, I hope you will forgive me." ”

"No, no, no, Master Shichen's Dharma is profound, but my sins are too deep and the killing is too heavy, so I was hurt by the master's Taoist sound, everything is my own fault, master, I admit defeat, and I hope that the master will put away the Sanskrit sound and let me go." Ray's lips turned white and he pleaded in a low voice.

Since the cultivators present were not the target of the Buddha Shadow and Sanskrit, they could not understand Lei's state at this time. Just now, when Lei resisted Sanskrit, it was as if a reincarnation had passed. He seems to have fallen into a real illusion, in which Lei fought under the siege of wild beasts when he was born, overcame all the thorns and thorns along the way, and fought his way through countless hardships to get to where he is today. And when the Sanskrit sound entered his ears, he seemed to see the souls of those who were killed by him turn into terrible ghosts in the sky, and came back to him to ask for his life. Ray ran wildly across the endless wilderness, and he did not dare to turn back, nor to stay, until he was exhausted. Just as he was about to escape, he was suddenly blocked by a Buddha shadow in front of him, who held a demon pestle in his hand and wanted to convert him to Buddhism.

Although Ray knew that it was an illusion, he could not escape the nightmare, and in desperation, he had to bite the tip of his tongue and roar. Because his roar interrupted Shi Chen's thoughts, he only picked up a life, otherwise, he would definitely be trapped in the illusion and dissolve his consciousness.

Seeing that the outcome had been decided, Lei Zixiu stepped onto the Phoenix Platform and said to the cultivators in the stands

"The winner of this round of competition is Master Shichen of Shenwu Academy, this is already the last competition in the preliminary stage, considering the hard work of all of you in recent days, so I discussed with the three deans and fellow Taoists in Huaxia and decided to give everyone three days to recuperate." Three days later, there will be a final of the event, and as for the rules, we still need to discuss them and wait until three days later to let you know. I hope you have a good rest in these three days, and in order to avoid the recurrence of the foreign people and the tragedy of the past, I advise you not to go far. Because it is our honor for everyone to come to Fenglin Academy, but because of the large number of cultivators who participated in the grand event this time, if anything happens, it will not be good for us or everyone. ”

Hearing Lei Zixiu's words, the Huaxia cultivators were naturally very happy, they had been tense in the past few days, and they didn't dare to relax a little. The rewards of this event are so generous that they dare not be careless. Now that the preliminary round has passed, cultivators who are promoted or eliminated can rest assured.

After Lei Zixiu finished speaking, the cultivators in the stands stood up one after another, left Phoenix Terrace, and walked towards their residences. Three days is not a long time, but it is enough for them to recuperate. Although the event is not a matter of life and death, people don't want to leave with regrets.

After Ling returned to his residence, several women such as Yi Han, Bu Yunzhu, You Long, Yue Feng and Tang Jinxuan also arrived, and the preliminary competition was over, and they were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. And for them, it seems that it has become a habit to come to Ling when they are resting. Several of them have known each other for many years, although Ling is not the oldest among them, but he has become the backbone of these people with his wisdom and mind. Everyone had a feeling that as long as Ling was around, any other difficulties seemed to be no longer difficulties. With him, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome. And Tang Jinxuan, as Ling's favorite person, will naturally not be left behind. It is said that jealousy is a woman's nature, even though Tang Jinxuan is a fairy-like existence in people's hearts, she is still not exempt from vulgarity. Because since Ling participated in the grand event of the five-year covenant, she and Ling have almost no time to be alone, and there is always no shortage of female streamers around Ling, although Ling has no other thoughts about them, but Tang Jinxuan is still not at ease.

Not long after the few people arrived at Ling's residence, Murong Changfeng, the heir of the Amorous Pavilion, also arrived, and with Murong Changfeng came there was another person who surprised Ling, Ye Qianrou. As a mysterious cultivator of the Paradise Pavilion, Ye Qianrou had tried to win over Ling before, but Ling neither agreed nor objected, but planned to cooperate with the Paradise Pavilion. Ling has his own plans, he has made countless enemies in the human realm, and this time the immortal nether realm, the foreign realm is also ready to move in the various domains of Huaxia, in comparison, Ling seems to be alone, and he doesn't want to join other forces, so he decided to form an alliance with the Bliss Pavilion. The Paradise Pavilion's assassination skills are unparalleled in the world, and although cooperating with them is in danger of stealing the skin of the tiger, if used well, the Paradise Pavilion is definitely a force that can make everyone fearful.

It's just that what Ling didn't expect was that Ye Qianrou and Murong Changfeng came together, one of them was a "notorious" amorous son, and the other was a charming peerless beauty, it was really hard to say who took advantage of whom.