"When-" The magic bell of the Seven Buddhas resounded in the main hall of the Dongyang Ancient Temple.

At this time, in the ears of others, although the bell was deafening, it was still a pure bell.

But for Yun Yueheng and Bai Mutian, who were sitting in the middle of the main hall, it was not so simple to ring the bell. Neither of them could fight with mana, but only with concentration and concentration to resist the bell.

And what echoed in the ears of the two people was not the sound of the bell at all, but the sound of thousands of magic sounds.

Howling, crying, roaring, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, and even a lot of noisy speech. In short, all kinds of sounds fill the ear drums, which makes people want to stop.

Buddhism emphasizes that the state is born from the heart, and although it is the same bell at this time, the feeling of Yunyueheng and Bai Mutian is not exactly the same.

From the outside, the expressions of the two people are also different.

At the beginning, the two of them had their eyes slightly closed and their expressions were relatively natural, but when the third bell rang for Qing Han, Yun Yueheng was smiling, but the white ape elf was slightly frowning.

Qing Han's fingers flicked.

The sound of the ancient bell of "dang-dang-" echoed, filling the entire Dongyang Hall.

Zaijian, Yun Yueheng gradually no longer had a smile, but a blank face, while the white ape elf Bai Mutian's complexion did not change much.

Seven bells rang, and cold sweat appeared on both of their foreheads.

In the main hall, whether it is the human race or the demon race, they are also sweating. In fact, this second fight is far more dangerous than the first.

Although everyone believed that Qing Han could fully grasp the rhythm of the Seven Buddha Town Demon Bell and stop the magic sound at any time, this kind of battle of concentration was very likely to damage the mind.

Seven bells rang, but there was no result, I have to say that both Yun Yueheng and Bai Mutian were far superior to ordinary monks in terms of concentration. Qing Han frowned, so he had to increase his strength slightly.

The magic sound in the ears of Yun Yueheng and the white ape elf Bai Mu Tian is even better.

Cold sweat had already flowed down Yun Yueheng's cheeks, and Bai Mutian was also in pain, naturally not having a good time.

Amu secretly admired Yun Yueheng, after all, he was a whole big realm lower than the white ape. Although this concentration is not directly proportional to the relationship between cultivation, if it weren't for the firmness of the mind, coupled with the strong mind of Wan Qinggu's cultivation of illusion secret techniques, it would be absolutely impossible for Yun Yueheng to be as persistent as the white ape.

However, Amu estimated that Yun Yueheng would not be able to hold out for long.

Sure enough, Amu's thought had just passed. The eleventh bell of Qinghan just rang.

"Wow-" Yun Yue leaned sideways, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly.

"Hmm!" When Qing Han saw it, the seal in his hand changed, and he snorted softly, and the sound of the Seven Buddhas Town Demon Bell stopped abruptly.

"Senior brother-" In the crowd, two people flew out directly, both of them were disciples of Wanqing Valley, and they directly helped Yun Yueheng.

Zaijian Yun Yueheng's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood.

The white ape elf Bai Mutian is actually not comfortable, and the secret path narrowly wins, if this is the bear spirit, I am afraid that it will not be able to survive the five bells.

"Concession!" The scene is still going to be said by Bai Mutian.

"Old decay admit it!" Yun Yue gritted her teeth, and then helped her to the back by her fellow disciples to treat her injuries.

Qinghan closed the bell in time, Yun Yueheng's injury was not too serious, but this heel was too explosive, but the competition concentration was raised by Yun Yueheng, but he didn't expect it to end gloomily.

At this time, the white ape elf Bai Mutian took a deep breath and felt much better.

"The human heart is demonic, which is better and which is inferior, it is self-evident!" Bai Mutian smiled faintly and glanced at the Terran above the main hall.

For a moment, the entire hall was silent. However, this feeling is not shocking, but a strong self-suppression. In terms of numbers, the Terrans at this time had the advantage, and their aura was naturally relatively strong.

However, the white ape spirit didn't seem to care.

"I would like to compare my concentration with this fellow Daoist!" At this time, a tall monk walked to the middle of the main hall, and the Supreme Spirit High Perfection was completed.

Buddhism emphasizes the mind and meditation, which is better than concentration, in fact, the Buddhist family is superior. It's just that many Buddhist disciples uphold humility, and at this time, it seems that these monks don't want to stand by.

"Please!"

"Please!"

This time, neither of them said much. Clean, straightforward competition.

Qing Han once again used magic to ring the magic bell of the Seven Buddhas.

When-

The ancient bell rings.

This time, the process was very similar to Fang Cai, except that the white ape elf didn't seem to have too much consumption because of Fang Cai's competition, but was a little easier.

Still, the eleventh one, the bell rang. The monk didn't suffer either, his body shook, but a mouthful of blood was forcibly pressed down.

"Amitabha!" The monk didn't say anything, he stood up directly, didn't look back, went straight to the outside of the hall, and left the Dongyang Ancient Temple.

Amu Yi frowned, knowing that such a repetitive competition looked like a wheel battle, but the white ape elf actually took advantage. The more he hears it, the more he actually resists the bells.

"Okay! worthy of being a member of my demon clan, the demon heart is extraordinary!" At this time, Xiong Sheng applauded loudly, and the other demon clans who had been speechless, but were obviously on the side of the white ape, also nodded frequently, and their faces were triumphant.

"Amitabha!" At this time, a clear Buddha horn sounded, and everyone was obviously stunned.

Because everyone is very familiar with this voice, it is none other than a monk from Fulong Temple.

Fang Cai, this monk, has just been discussing the law for a short time. With his status, he didn't want to participate in such a shemale competition. However, today's matter, the demon clan is too arrogant, and it is obvious that this matter will not be good.

This monk is not very old and has an upright temperament. In addition to the Dongyang Ancient Temple, the Dongling East Region belongs to the Fulong Temple. At this time, the human race has no face, and Yitong can't hold back his temperament.

As soon as he appeared, there was a commotion in the hall.

The three great masters of the law, the senior monks of Fulong Temple, the identity of Yitong is not ordinary. As soon as he appeared, the significance was extraordinary.

Master Shuiyun and Master Wuruo glanced at each other, feeling that today's problem was a bit tricky.

"Master Yitong!" Master Shui Yun called.

"Master Shuiyun, there is no need to say more, I have made up my mind!" Yitong sword eyebrows stood up, looking at the white ape elf, the injustice in his heart was completely visible on his face.

"Master Yitong, don't be angry!" Master Shui Yun still sighed and persuaded.

"Master Shuiyun, the Buddha is fashionable and needs to be drunk as a stick to educate the ignorant!

As soon as these words came out, although Master Shui Yun had profound Buddhism, he could only be speechless at this moment.

"It's really an honor for my demon clan to come out of the battle!" Bai Mu Tianpi said with a smile.

"It is the responsibility of my Buddhism to educate ignorance!" Master Yitong said coldly.

"Qing Han, ring the bell!" Yitong's seniority is higher than Qing Han, and they are all Buddhist disciples. Dongyang Ancient Temple and Fulong Temple have a close relationship, so they are not polite, and directly order Qinghan to ring the bell.

However, at this time, Qinghan did not have a seal.

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't help but look at Qing Han.

Zaijian Qinghan suddenly bowed down and saluted Master Xiaoyun, and said, "Master, please allow the disciple to appear in the competition on behalf of Uncle Yitong!"

"Wow-" As soon as Qing Han's words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and they were stunned.

The senior monks of Dongyang Ancient Temple also did not expect that the faces of several Mu clan powers next to him also changed slightly.

Although the cultivation of Qinghan is not as good as Yitong, Qinghan represents the Dongyang Ancient Temple, and this significance is greater than the influence of Yitong.

"Cold, nonsense!" Master Xiaoyun shouted a reprimand.

In fact, Qing Han is Xiaoyun's favorite disciple, otherwise he would not be in charge of everything in Amu. Today, the practices of the demon clans such as Xiong Sheng and the White Ape will not be satisfied with any human race, but they should definitely not be taken by the people of Dongyang Ancient Temple.

It's like no matter what the individual demon clan is, the wood clan of the five demon clans didn't say anything, so it would be fine. Dongyang Ancient Temple is the leader of the Eastern Regions of Dongling, and as soon as the disciples of Dongyang Ancient Temple make a move, the nature is different.

Qing Han is the leader of Dongyang Ancient Temple, and he actually said such a thing at this time, which can be said to be ignorant.

"Master, don't be angry, what the disciple says comes from his heart! The heart is different, it is not Qinghan's doing, today the disciple's heart is moved, and he is not afraid of the demons!" Qinghan's face was calm, and he rang the bell twice, and his heart was already angry.

At this time, his heart was moved, and he naturally didn't want to let go of this opportunity. The Buddhists are moved, and forcibly suppressed, Qinghan may not have the opportunity to be promoted.

"Qing Han!" At this time, although Master Xiaoyun knew that what Qing Han said was reasonable, he would never let Qing Han appear.

"Master Xiaoyun, let him go! Buddhism emphasizes epiphany, don't cut off his chance!" It was actually the middle-aged monk who was the leader of the Mu clan who spoke.

The middle-aged monk was dressed in a light green robe, with an elegant temperament, and he saw everything that had just happened, but his face was as calm as water, and he did not make waves.

"Bamboo Demon, Transfiguration Upper Realm Great Perfection!" Amu said darkly. This bamboo demon man is definitely a master of the Spirit Saint High Rank Great Perfection level, and his combat power is probably similar to the essence of the plum blossom at the beginning, and he is the number one master above the main hall at this time.

"Oh!" the senior monk of Donggu Temple did not expect the Mu Clan to say this.

"Mr. Zhu, this is a little inappropriate!" Master Wuruo looked at the man in green clothes.

"It's okay! It's just a competition, not a life-and-death duel!" Mr. Zhu said lightly.

"Oh!" a strange look flashed in Master Wuruo's eyes, and then he nodded slightly at Master Xiaoyun.

However, Master Xiaoyun was still a little hesitant.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyun, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop! Why do you hesitate? It was Amu who spoke, and he looked at Mr. Nazhu with a smile.

At this time, Amu has already seen through it, and the Mu clan is probably the backer of these demon clans. Otherwise, these demon clans may not dare to act like this, and on the surface, the Mu clan is a high profile, but in fact, it is equivalent to adding fuel to the fire and conniving at the demon clan.

Oriental Chongling, it seems that it is not too peaceful!

"Huh?" Master Xiaoyun couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Amu speak. Amu has been silent since the beginning, and when he suddenly speaks, he must have a deep meaning.

"Okay! I will let you go!" Xiaoyun finally nodded.

"Master Xie, the head abbot, Uncle Wuya!" Qing Han bowed to a few people and came directly to the field.