"Shuyao, sleep peacefully, I will definitely save you." Ye Wutian said softly, touching Yang Shuyao's face.

After saying that, he slowly stood up, turned his head to look at Wan Changfeng on the platform, and gradually emitted a dark red aura, and a strange smile like a demon raised on the corner of his mouth.

An extremely terrifying murderous intent emanated from Ye Wutian.

Endless fear hit my heart, and in the eyes of everyone, the young man in front of me was the devil.

At this time, dark red fireworks were burning all over Ye Wutian's body. He slowly raised his hand and grabbed the void in front of him. A scythe of the god of death burning with fireworks appeared in his hand.

The audience was silent, and all eyes were concentrated on Ye Wutian. Their eyes were filled with fear, which was a sense of fear that came from the heart and penetrated the bone marrow.

Wan Changfeng on the stage also noticed the terrifying aura emitted from Ye Wutian, but he was a strong man with the cultivation level of the Heaven Realm after all, and no matter how bad he was, he would not be as frightened as those people below the stage. His movements of his abscess did not stop at all, and dazzling golden aura burned on his body.

Ye Wutian took cold steps and walked towards the long wind step by step, with the dark red aura on his body swaying with him.

Everyone held their breath and their eyes moved slowly towards the high platform with Ye Wutian's figure.

Before Ye Wutian could get onto the platform, Wan Changfeng's move had already accumulated energy.

"Everything is everywhere!"

With a loud shout, Wan Changfeng Haoran launched an attack.

Just like before, countless golden shadows shining with gold rays surged out from Wan Changfeng and rushed towards Ye Wutian.

Faced with the surging attack, Ye Wutian raised the sickle in his hand lightly, waved it in his eyes, and a dark red air blade shot out quickly.

"Swish!"

A series of explosions sounded, just like the seven-style Yang Family Fist I had used before, this Qi Blade easily defeated all the Buddha shadows.

The remaining energy of the Qi Blade continued to attack Wan Changfeng, and finally penetrated his vital defense and penetrated into his body.

Wan Changfeng's body trembled violently, and his whole old face was twisted. He seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying picture, with his sunken eyes wide open, and endless fear appeared in his eyes.

This scene was seen by everyone, shocked and filled their faces. The Qi blade actually penetrated Wan Changfeng's vitality defense. What an incredible thing.

After defeating the opponent's attack, Ye Wutian's figure flashed and appeared on the platform, like the god of death who judged life and death, standing in front of Wan Changfeng.

Under all eyes, he raised the judgment sickle in his hand high.

In the face of death, Wan Changfeng's body trembled violently, his heart was completely defeated, and he no longer had the courage to resist and could only accept the judgment of death obediently.

Ye Wutian did not hesitate at all, and the sickle slashed down quickly and slashed towards Wan Changfeng on his head. The sickle slashed through the sky, leaving a dark red afterimage. Finally, the tip of the knife penetrated Wan Changfeng's vitality defense without any suspense and stabbed into his heavenly spirit cover. The violent aura on the sword also rushed into Wan Changfeng's head wildly.

"Ah!~" Wan Changfeng let out a roar from his mouth, and then he collapsed to the ground, not knowing his life or death.

What a terrifying power this was. He had defeated a powerful man in the Heaven Realm so easily, and everyone was stunned.

After the scene was silent for a moment, Wan He reacted first, "Hurry, take him down!" He shouted to his disciples in panic.

However, these people watched with their own eyes the powerful man in the Heaven Realm fall under the other party's sickle, and no one dared to go up and die.

Wan He's scream undoubtedly attracted Ye Wutian's attention, and his red eyes looked at Wan He.

The moment he looked at each other, Wan He immediately weakened his legs and knelt on the ground, trembling. These eyes were so terrifying that they were even more terrifying than the devil.

Ye Wutian had no intention of forgiveing ​​him, but saw his figure flashing and instantly fleeing to Wanhe.

The endless terrifying murderous intent pushed Wan He to the ground, making him feel a little breathless.

At this time, Ye Wutian had already occupied his heart by hatred. He had no slight compassion and raised the sickle in his hand ruthlessly.

Just as the sickle was about to slash down, a golden palm power as big as a palm came quickly from a distance like lightning, and in the blink of an eye it hit Ye Wutian.

"Bang!"

The palm force hit Ye Wutian hard, and the dark red aura of Ye Wutian was scattered, and he was also knocked back and fell heavily in the distance.

Just as Ye Wutian was knocked away, a white-haired old man flashed on the platform like a ghost.

"Wan Dingtian!" Zhang Tianji exclaimed, you know, this old man is a powerful man in the middle stage of the Heaven Realm.

There were soon a series of discussions from the audience.

Wan Dingtian looked at Wan Changfeng who was fainting in the stands, and then his eyes were locked on Ye Wutian in the distance, with anger on his face.

Ye Wutian climbed up from the ground. He seemed to have not been seriously injured. The dark red aura that had been broken back to him strangely.

Seeing this scene, Wan Dingtian frowned slightly. This young man with only the perfect level of the earth realm could actually take his palm without any damage. This was incredible. What shocked him even more was the dark red aura on the other party's body, which was not ordinary murderous aura, but death aura.

"It turned out to be a dead person!" Wan Dingtian said in surprise.

Just as Wan Dingtian thought, the aura of Ye Wutian's body is the aura of death. To be more precise, it should be the product of the evil spirit in his body absorbing the aura of death and then combining it with the murderous intent aroused by hatred.

In other words, every time Ye Wutian dies, this power will be increased by a higher level.

After getting up, Ye Wutian's bloody red eyes locked on Wan Dingtian. Facing the dangerous enemy in front of him, he did not feel any fear, and flashed and rushed towards Wan Dingtian.

"How can you keep such an evil thing in the world?" As he said that, Wan Dingtian clasped his hands together, obviously preparing to cast the appearance of the world.

Wan Dingtian used this move to accumulate energy faster than Wan Changfeng. Before Ye Wutian rushed to the front, his move was ready.

As his big palm slapped out, a golden Buddha that seemed to be solid escaped and attacked Ye Wutian.

It is obvious that Wan Dingtian has practiced this move to the state of unity of all things. The power of the golden Buddha condensed in this way is naturally far above the wind.

Facing the golden Buddha coming towards him, Ye Wutian simply swung his sickle to fight. However, this time he failed to defeat the golden Buddha, and the golden Buddha bombarded him.

"Bang!"

The extremely dull attack did not trigger a huge wave of air. As the golden Buddha disappeared, the aura on Ye Wutian's body was dispersed again, and this time it dissipated into powder, leaving no trace. Ye Wutian also squirted a mouthful of blood and flew backwards for more than ten meters.

"Shuhao!"

Yang Zhengjiang exclaimed in surprise and wanted to rush forward, but was pulled by several women beside him.

After landing, Ye Wutian struggled to stand up and couldn't help vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood. The dark red aura that was dispersed turned into red light and returned to his body, but this time he was unable to recover his strength.

"Go to die!" Wan Dingtian shouted coldly, slapped out his right palm, and another golden palm force attacked Ye Wutian.

If you don’t have the energy of death to protect your body, you will definitely die if you suffer this blow.

Ye Wutian did not struggle, nor could he struggle, so he could only watch death come.

However, God seemed to be favoring him, or he could not bear to see him die again and again.

Just as the palm force was about to attack in front of him, a translucent golden bell covered Ye Wutian tightly.

"Bang!~" The palm force hit the golden bell with a bang. The golden bell trembled slightly, but it did not collapse.

"Amitabha! Good, good."

As the sound rang out, a figure in the distance flashed and suddenly appeared before the Golden Bell.

"Isn't this Shaolin's monk who has passed away the suffering?"

"The God of Defeat has actually come forward to save this evil spirit."

"Since the God of Saviors will take action, there must be his reason."

...

There are many different opinions in the audience, but there is no intention to doubt the suffering, which is enough to show the high status of suffering in the martial arts world.

"Saving the suffering, do you want to protect this monster in front of all the martial arts fellows?" Wan Dingtian asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and all sentient beings are equal." He said, "Transolate and slaughter."

Wan Dingtian snorted coldly and said, "According to what you said, can those evil and evil people go to your Shaolin Temple to take refuge?"

"God has the virtue of being alive. Even if all things in the world have great mistakes, as long as they sincerely repent, even if the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, they will still be the shore when they look back. Why do you need to kill all donors?" Du Ku persuaded.

"Hmph! If I don't kill him today, he will come back to destroy my Wan family in the future." Wan Dingtian is not a fool. The boy in front of him is so young and has a perfect cultivation level in the realm. If he lets the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles.

"With Donor Wan is a martial arts ancestor. Now, in front of all the martial arts fellows, isn't you afraid of being laughed at by laughing at a junior who has no power to fight back?" Du Ku asked.

Wan Dingtian's face turned red, but his attitude was still tough: "No matter what, I will not let him go easily today."

"I can guarantee that Ye Shizhu will not return to the Central Plains to do evil again in the future. Otherwise, I will subdue him personally." Du Ku said confidently.

"Do you mean to expel him from the Central Plains martial arts world?" Wan Dingtian asked.

"I mean this is exactly what I mean." Du Ku nodded and said.

Wan Dingtian thought for a while and said, "Since you made such a promise in front of all the martial arts fellows, I will spare his life today, and I hope you can keep your promise."

"Amitabha, monks do not lie." Du Ku said.
Chapter completed!