After the initial shock, Forgiveness Arhat quickly came to his senses.
His expression was a little complicated, and he clasped his palms together: "The donor's cultivation is all over the world, and he is master of all methods. The poor monk admires him."
"The most important thing in my Buddhist practice is the soul. The poor monk doesn't know how the benefactor can participate in such profound Buddhist teachings, but it doesn't have to be like this." The monk's expression gradually became solemn: "Although the poor monk knows that he is no match for the benefactor, he is determined to fight to the end. "
Zhang Dongyun said calmly: "If you stand in front of me, it's not up to you."
At first, Forgiveness Arhat thought that Zhang Dongyun’s words were referring to his life and death.
But the next moment, his face suddenly changed color again.
Because he found that he could not help but turn to the west.
Then, chant the Buddha's name with your mouth.
If the sound wave has substance, it condenses into a blue lotus in mid-air.
His voice is engraved in the lotus:
"The Lord of Chang'an City left the seclusion early and was damaged like Lei Han, but he is highly skilled in cultivation, and with the help of Chu Yaoguang, Shen Herong, and Ao Kong, I can't subdue him alone. The opportunity is fleeting, please protect me." Senior Brother Haroni, Master Li, and Junior Nephew Jinghua have always come to provide reinforcements."
The Forgiving Arhat was shocked and angry.
This is not what he wanted to say at all.
But at this moment, he couldn't help himself and blurted out, and even more deliberately used his own Dharma to condense his voice and send it far away.
Seeing the green lotus floating away, the heart of the Forgiving Arhat was so cold.
The cultivation strength of the Chang'an City Lord is definitely beyond the fifteenth realm.
Moreover, it is not just martial arts cultivation that is excellent.
Warriors do not have such means to manipulate others.
But what is even more shocking is that the lord of Chang'an City can actually control him, a Buddhist arhat.
Practitioners in the fifteenth realm were like puppets in front of him, obediently obeying his orders, without even the slightest struggle.
The other party can even read his memory!
The tone and wording of the sentence he just sent out were exactly the same as his own, and were extremely deceptive.
Forgiveness Arhat now no longer cares about his own safety.
Just as Zhang Dongyun said, when he arrived in front of him, the outcome was already determined.
Forgiveness Arhat now only hopes that Maha Rani, Jinghua and others can see through the scam and not be fooled.
But in the eyes of Maharoni and others, all of this is just a message sent by the Forgiving Arhat himself to ask for help. How can there be any flaws?
In other words, they were waiting for the news of Forgiveness Arhat to be sent back.
But Forgiveness Arhat never expected that the lord of Chang'an City would have such terrifying methods.
However, since the lord of Chang'an City is so smart, why doesn't he immediately go to the western section of Yanhuang Realm and capture Jinghua and others with his own hands?
He now looks like he is waiting for his opponent to throw himself into the trap, which looks a bit like the habit of a great grass and tree demon...
"Stop thinking blindly and wait patiently."
Zhang Dongyun said calmly from the side.
Frankly speaking, he just gave it a try.
Whether it will be successful or not is hard to say.
Although he controlled the Forgiving Arhat to personally send a message for help, and even created some big noises in the east, as if a war was about to break out, it was not certain whether Jinghua and the others were deceived.
Of course, the person Zhang Dongyun hopes to attract the most is Li Shulou.
In comparison, Master Jinghua, Maharani and his disciples are insignificant.
But Li Shulou had the least chance of coming... Zhang Dongyun shook his head slightly.
His attention returned to Lei Han and his son.
In the foreign space created by the black ball, the two sides have completely fought with real fire, and they will not give up until they fight to the death.
With the help of Lei Han, Huo Yiming has reached the thirteenth level of martial arts.
And Lei Han was seriously injured twice by Li Shulou. Not only was his immortal body broken, but his strength was also affected, and it can almost be said that he fell into a state of decline.
Under the ebb and flow of one another, the two of them were at par with each other for a while.
At first, Lei Han had the upper hand because of his richer fighting experience.
However, Huo Yiming was very resilient and calmly resolved Lei Han's attacks one by one.
As time went by, the impact of Lei Han's injury became more and more serious, and Huo Yiming began to gradually regain the situation.
Later, Huo Yiming even began to gain the upper hand.
The pitch-black sky-cutting giant blade split and rejoined in mid-air, turning into nine blood-eyed black dragons. They deftly avoided Lei Han's attack, and then all fell on Lei Han to bite him.
Lei Han was seriously injured, and Xuantian Universe's unique skills were also unable to be used.
But he made a mistake with his fists and forcibly broke Huo Yiming's nine blood-eyed black dragons apart.
But the nine black dragons immediately regrouped into a pitch-black blade and slashed down.
Huo Yiming struck fast, and Lei Han was about to change his moves to fight, but the huge and tragic sword wound in front of him suddenly shook.
Lei Han's face was expressionless, but his body involuntarily froze in mid-air.
He was half a beat too slow, and he had no time to resist Huo Yiming's powerful sword.
Huo Yiming's blade struck down, and the sword energy broke through Lei Han's flesh and blood, causing blood to spatter immediately.
The cold eyes of the young man in black swayed slightly at this moment.
The blade in his hand also subconsciously slowed down.
However, when experts compete, the difference between victory and defeat is often only a thin line.
A small difference can easily turn the tables on victory and defeat.
At the same time as Huo Yiming's blade fell, Lei Han had already suppressed the impact of the sword wound on his body, and his hands turned into claws, reaching forward and grabbing Huo Yiming.
The opponent's blade slowed slightly, and his claws directly grabbed his chest.
Huo Yiming spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a big hole was opened in his chest.
Lei Han's hands were inserted into the flesh and blood.
With one hand, he held a beating entity, which turned out to be Huo Yiming's heart!
Huo Yiming was injured, his body reacted with stress, the blade struck Lei Han, and he moved forward again.
On Lei Han's torso, knife wounds and sword wounds intertwined, almost turning into a huge "ten" covering his entire torso.
He exerted all his strength with his five fingers and scratched the opponent's heart to pieces on the spot.
The blade suddenly became weak and moved forward slightly.
Huo Yiming coughed and made no sound, only a large amount of blood spurted out.
Lei Han looked at the other person, and his cold eyes once again revealed a bit of warmth and a bit of complexity.
He opened his mouth to speak, but blood suddenly surged up and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Huo Yiming was already unconscious at this moment.
Although he further severely injured Lei Han, Lei Han could still survive to some extent, while he was destined to die.
"It's impossible for you to be swayed so easily."
Lei Han lowered his blood pressure, which had reached the point of his mouth, then looked at his son and said slowly: "If you hadn't stopped that knife just now, the result would have been completely reversed."
Huo Yiming slashed down with a solid slash, and Lei Han fought back on the verge of death. He might have severely injured Huo Yiming, but he was the one who died now.
"..."
Huo Yiming came back to his senses, and his consciousness was now clearer, but he was speechless and just shook his head feebly.
Lei Han took a few hard breaths and fell into silence.
Time passed little by little, and Huo Yiming gradually closed his eyes.
Lei Han suddenly spoke:
"Ming Tonghui, you win."
The heart that was beating hard inside his body exploded at this moment.
The essence of the hard work was sent into Huo Yiming's body by Lei Han.
Then I saw the blood mist intertwined with the black mist, and then together they turned into a brand new heart in Huo Yiming's chest.
The heart beat loudly, causing Huo Yiming's flesh and blood to squirm rapidly, repairing the wounds on his chest.
Lei Han slowly took back his hands, and Huo Yiming gradually woke up and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him in surprise.
The abnormal redness on the other person's face disappeared and became pale again, with a faint hint of cyan.
Like a dead body.
"You want to return to Chang'an. If you have the merit of killing me, you may be able to gain a foothold there, but you still need to be more careful."
Lei Han said slowly: "If I die, you will lose the greatest use value to Chang'an. You need to be careful and clear the grass and roots. He has done this kind of thing a lot."
At the same time as he spoke, his body gradually lost support and fell downwards from mid-air.
Huo Yiming subconsciously reached out to catch Lei Han: "You..."
"Not like something I would do?"
Lei Han's voice gradually became deeper: "I feel the same way, but suddenly I remembered how you were when you were still a baby. You were so small, and you didn't cry. Instead, you looked at me and smiled..."
Huo Yiming opened his mouth to say something, but was unable to speak. He only knew how to inject his energy into the other person's body, hoping to hang on the other person's life.
But all the hard work for a long time was in vain.
"No need, I just detonated Yanhuang. If it affects the seventh, eleventh and twelfth sisters, I should give them an explanation."
Lei Han said softly: "It's you, remember to be on guard against others... No matter who you attack, don't be soft at the last moment..."
His voice gradually became weaker and weaker, until it finally stopped completely.
Huo Yiming, who was holding him, was motionless, as if he had turned into a statue.