You are all immortal cultivators, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Chapter 314: A thousand-year-old fox, what is he pretending to be?
Is it possible to let that Buddhist practitioner catch his breath?

How could Fang Lei not understand the principle of pursuing a victory?

He had changed his tactics repeatedly before, breaking the human bone rosary, purifying the blood and flesh lotus platform, and punishing the Medicine King's Dharma image.

They were invincible from the beginning to the end, pursuing victory and never giving the Buddhist practitioners any chance to breathe.

Therefore, rather than saying that the Buddhist cultivator had recovered his breath, it would be more accurate to say that Fang Lei, who was suppressing him, had his thoughts diverted.

……

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

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

Combined with the battlefield on the other side, Fang Lei immediately understood how Haoran caught up with him.

"A subtle statement of great significance?"

Fang Lei's incarnation disappeared again, but this time Fang Lei showed a victorious smile, like the warm sun in winter, representing the end of the deadlock.

……

A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Fang Lei's eyes. The moment he saw the profound meaning of the old woman Hai's words, he realized that this power was completely different from the power of words coming true.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately understood why Saint Haoran was able to catch up so quickly every time.

Because the profound meaning of subtle words has a certain "restraint" on the words that follow.

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

What you say must be followed - use the established rules between heaven and earth to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

The profound meaning is - temporarily weave a set of rules for heaven and earth, and then utilize the unique power of this temporary rule.

It is precisely because of this temporary creation feature that Wei Yan Da Yi can cleverly bypass the high-to-low suppression between the words and the law and launch a counterattack.

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

Even those who have reached the "ultimate state" where their words come true will be affected to a certain extent by this kind of power.

However, this restrained relationship seems to be powerless against the unique "false heavenly realm".

……

Fang Lei turned his main thoughts back to Sunset City.

Since Saint Haoran would not be able to catch up with him for a while, he had plenty of time to spare.

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

"Since you didn't work hard, and you taught me a lesson about righteousness, I'll spare your life in return!"

Then, he calmly took out an object from his bosom—it was the "Moonlight Bow" (which appeared during the time of the Lord of the Black Abyss).
Fang Lei held the bow tightly with both hands and pulled the bowstring with all his strength, during which the bowstring made a dull sound.

"Heavenly thunder to slay evil, thunder is coming!!!"

As soon as his words came out, infinite thunder power began to gather around Fang Lei and condensed into three thunder arrows.

"Strike back the evil spirits and slay the three evil spirits!"

Three arrows were shot out, like meteors in the night sky, first breaking through the old woman's words with unstoppable momentum.

Afterwards, they penetrated the Medicine King Dharma image displayed by the Buddha cultivator at the Bu Tian Realm without any hindrance, and the power of thunder was incomparable. Finally, the thunder passed through the body, and the Buddha cultivator at the Bu Tian Realm instantly became a cold corpse and fell to the ground.

*****
After killing the Buddhist cultivator at the Bu Tian realm in a flash, Fang Lei's eyes were like a sharp blade, sweeping towards Xuan Jing and Jian Wensi.

He declared calmly: "Since you guys broke the rules, that means I can overturn the chessboard!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a trace of fear flashed across Xuan Jing's face.

Jian Wensi turned his head to look at Old Lady Hai, but what shocked him was that Old Lady Hai also looked seriously injured. It was obvious that the brief confrontation just now was not as simple as he saw.

"Jian Wensi, don't forget what you promised!" Xuan Jing suddenly turned his head and looked at Jian Wensi.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could pierce through a person's soul; his face was ferocious, and there was not a trace of Buddha in it, but rather like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Jian Wensi's body trembled, as if he had thought of some consequences, but although he was afraid inside, he still nodded with difficulty.

Xuan Jing then calmed down and turned to look at Fang Lei. The Buddha's light filled the air again, and Xuan Jing's words rang out again:
"Amitabha, the donor's magical power is boundless. Although I cherish my life, I am willing to lay down my butcher knife." His words were full of helplessness and determination.

However, there is still a murderous intention hidden behind this sentence.

Unfortunately, Fang Lei had already been defeated. He didn't even look at Xuan Jing, but said in a cold and mocking voice: "At this point, are you still playing your word games? Unfortunately, I don't need you to put down your butcher knife anymore."

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

Xuan Jing Buddhist disciple was immediately shocked and tried to persuade Fang Lei: "Donor, you must not do this! Please listen to me!"

Fang Lei didn't intend to pay attention to Xuan Jing, nor did he want to know what he was up to, but...

"Interesting, you tell me about it first!" There was a sudden change in the sky, and a majestic voice sounded.

The endless clouds, the rays of light, and the breeze seemed to have taken shape, slowly gathering together and gradually forming a huge face. This person had a calm face and deep eyes, and it was the Haoran Saint who was "chasing" Fang Lei.

Fang Lei suddenly raised his head at this time, squinting his eyes at the Saint Haoran, and threatened in a cold voice: "You... want to take the platform? I can leave you alone!"

The appearance of Saint Haoran made the situation more complicated and subtle.

"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstood! I am also a common man in the world, so naturally I want to know about that matter!" Saint Haoran looked peaceful and even respectfully addressed Fang Lei as "Fellow Daoist".

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

What the hell? The Shenzang Realm scolding the Faxiang Realm could actually happen to the two of them? They were lucky to be alive!!!

Fang Lei sneered in his heart and secretly sighed that he was an old fox, but he did not show much emotion on the surface.

The other party first praised Fang Lei's status by saying "fellow Daoist", implying that Fang Lei was not on the same level as these youngsters and that they should not bully him too much;
Then he said "I want to know too", perfectly removing himself from the list, as if he was an innocent person who was unaware of the situation.

Uninformed? If you don't know, why are you chasing your father? You are all old foxes, why are you pretending!
"In that case," Fang Lei glanced at Xuan Jing and said coldly, "You say!"

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

Fang Lei's eyes were like an icy blade, making Jian Wensi feel as if he had fallen into an abyss. His face instantly turned ashen and lifeless.

Although Jian Wensi knew that even if he had not attracted Saint Haoran, his fate had already been determined.

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

Xuan Jing was now sitting upright on the ground, his face solemn and dignified. He put his hands together like a blooming lotus, chanting the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, there is one person that must be mentioned in this matter—my senior brother, Xuanming Buddhist disciple!"

(End of this chapter)