Puxian's pupils suddenly shrank, and the golden Buddha light surged out from his body.
A golden halo appeared in front of him.
It actually formed the shape of a big clock.
This is the most precious treasure of Buddhism, the golden bell!
A bell rang.
A golden halo enveloped him, trying to block the attack of the Immortal Virgin.
But it's no use at all.
The Holy Mother of Wudang's body was filled with magical power, and her long sword moved forward in an unstoppable manner.
The sword light fell rapidly.
It actually penetrated the golden bell! Bombard towards Puxian!
There was a loud bang.
Pu Xian's body was directly blasted away by the Wudang Virgin.
"puff!"
Blood sprayed out uncontrollably.
The long sword in Wudang Holy Mother's hand had also sunk into his chest.
Pu Xian flew out directly and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Puxian felt waves of dizziness, and his body couldn't help but fall to the ground.
"Puxian, you have lost!"
Mother Wudang looked at Samantabhadra and said a cold voice.
"No!"
Seeing the cold gaze of Our Lady of Wudang, Puxian's heart beat suddenly.
I felt a suffocating feeling coming over me.
He is not willing to admit defeat, nor is he willing to admit defeat.
If you lose now, you won't be able to turn the tide and become a hero in Buddhism.
How could he lose!
Swish, swish, swish!
Wudang Holy Mother waved the long sword in her hand, and the infinite sword energy directly enveloped Samantabhadra.
"ah......"
Another burst of screams sounded.
Pu Xian had several more wounds on his body and was completely unable to resist.
"Humph, let's see how long you can hold on!"
"If you don't admit defeat, don't blame me for being rude!"
The Holy Mother Wudang snorted coldly, with murderous intent in her eyes.
But she also knew that she couldn't kill Pu Xian.
This is a competition held by Daozu, and it is not the time to kill people at all.
Even if she wanted to kill someone, no one else would allow her.
The Wudang Virgin could only brandish her sword again and again, attacking Samantabhadra to vent her anger.
The sword light fell one after another, and Puxian's injuries became more and more serious.
Even the monks' cassocks were dyed red.
The Holy Mother of Wudang activated her magic power, and the majestic sword light once again lit up on the long sword.
With a sudden slash of the sword, he slashed down.
There was a loud bang!
A huge abyss instantly appeared on the ground.
But Samantabhadra has disappeared, turning into a ray of light and disappearing.
Anyone can see that Pu Xian has no power to resist.
Even if he doesn't admit defeat, he has been automatically kicked out of the game.
So far in this battle, all the saints in Buddhism have been defeated.
The Jiejiao disciples worked together and finally defeated all the Buddhist saints.
For a time, all the disciples of Jiejiao were in extremely complicated moods.
After the Conferred God Tribulation.
They suffered all kinds of torture and humiliation, and even after so many years, everyone still has resentment in their hearts.
But today is different from the past.
Now it is no longer a conflict between major sects, but a battle between heaven, earth and man.
What's more, there are still threats from the outside world such as the Chaos Demon God.
Everything has already become different.
Although everyone still hates Buddhism and interpretation.
But for the sake of the overall situation, I was never aggressive.
Now finally there is a chance.
The disciples of Jie Jiao defeated their persecutors in an upright manner on the ring.
Everyone was happy and sad in their hearts.
They are happy that they finally got their revenge, but it is painful that it took them so many years to finally get this opportunity.
But the glory of Jiejiao is long gone.
Their Jiejiao disciples have already been torn apart.
All these years have passed, even though they have defeated their enemies.
But the persecution suffered cannot be undone.
We can never go back to that time.
Leader Tongtian also felt the thoughts of his disciples and could only sigh slightly.
The saints looked at the victorious Yunxiao, Duobao and Wudang Madonnas.
I felt a little sad in my heart.
Chen Fan shook his head and sighed, without saying anything more.
This matter has already become an obsession of Yun Xiao and Jie Jiao disciples.
Now we have finally defeated Buddhism and Chanjiao.
Finally, an obsession was solved.
After this battle, I believe Yunxiao's road ahead will be smoother.
Perhaps, this son will become the furthest among the second generation disciples.
Chen Fan made up his mind.
If Yun Xiao really has talent, he wouldn't mind cultivating it more.
The prehistoric world will be safer if there are more and more masters.
Even if the Chaos Demon comes again.
There is no need for him to take action, others can solve it.
The battle is over.
Most of the new saints have already stepped onto the ring, and the remaining few have no strength and dare not go up and humiliate themselves.
Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian was the only one who went up by himself.
No matter whether it was Sun Wukong, the six-eared macaque, Kong Xuan, or Lu Ya, there was no movement.
Everyone also understands.
Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque are Chen Fan's disciples, and there is no need to compete for this opportunity.
Kong Xuan and Lu Ya were also protected by Nuwa and Donghuang Taiyi.
No need to fight.
Opportunities that others dream of are just a matter of Chen Fan nodding to them.
They are just ordinary saints without the protection of experts.
They can only fight each other for opportunities.
Among those who have awakened the bloodline of the Chaos Demon God, Qiu Shou Xian is the only one who has successfully escaped the crisis of recovery.
Others are even less likely to come out to fight.
Ao Guang and Zi Zai Tianbo Xun also know their own strength.
It was their luck to become saints, and it was impossible for them to come out to fight.
Meng Po is one of the three corpses of Saint Houtu.
She was so strong that no one dared to challenge her even if she stood up.
Now, only the old saints are left, motionless.
It seems that he doesn't care about the quota to enter Chaos at all.
I don’t want to hunt down the Chaos Demon God and get the fragments of the Great Law.
The atmosphere suddenly became silent.
There had been so many battles just now, but now no one came up for a long time.
Sanqing all sat in their own dojo.
Nothing happens at all.
They have already planned to integrate the power of heaven, earth and man.
How is it possible to fight for the so-called law fragments.
Regardless of whether you can successfully get it, even if you get it, it may not be suitable for you.
Only the Second Saint of the West seemed a little moved.
"Senior brother, do we want to fight for it?"
Zhunti looked at Jie Yin, feeling a little moved in his heart.
They are not Sanqing, they have no plan to advance to Hedao, and they don't even have a method.
Unlike Haotian and Yaochi, they have an extremely close relationship with Dao Ancestor.
Not even Nuwa or Donghuang Taiyi.
You can establish a relationship with Chen Fan.
Seeing everyone promoted to Hedao one by one, how could they not be anxious?
It's just that it's useless for them to be anxious.
They don't even know how to advance to Hedao, so what can they do?
Therefore, this opportunity to enter Chaos is extremely rare.
If they can also comprehend more power of laws and obtain more law fragments.
Maybe you can find a way.
Zhunti was extremely excited and couldn't wait to compete for this opportunity.
The lead was somewhat hesitant.
"You and I should indeed fight, but can it really be that simple?"
Jie Yin was a little worried.
Over the years, they have offended many people.
Even though a long time has passed, the hatred has not disappeared.
