What's more, except for Yang Kun, the attacks of Lilith, Feng Moting, Feng Yunan and others were not as powerful as Leng family, not to mention the cultivation level of Monk Huiwu, so the attacks of the three of them could be said to be negligible after being reduced by half.
Only Yang Kun had great luck, his cultivation was not much lower than Hui Wu, and his physical and soul strength were close to that of a divine body, so only Yang Kun's attack was not reduced.
The more Leng fought with Yang Kun, the more confused he became.
Why weren't half of this person's attacks eliminated? And he looked even more powerful than him. Could it be that this person also had some treasure
Leng thought about it in her mind and stared at Yang Kun, trying to find the treasure on Yang Kun's body. Unfortunately, Leng did not have the Heavenly Eye that could see through delusion, so she could not see the great fortune on Yang Kun's head.
While Yang Kun was fighting with Leng, he kept talking to stimulate the soul of Monk Huiwu that was sleeping deep inside his body.
"I heard that the Master Poor poked out his own eyes to prove his guess because he saw the difference between you and Monk Huiwu. Poor Master Poor Poor Master was so focused on Monk Huiwu that he didn't even care about the more than 100 lives of the Feng family. Instead, he watched you kill them. Later, he committed suicide in order to wake up Monk Huiwu. If Monk Huiwu still had a conscience, he should not help the evil! Instead, he should wake up and take back his body! The reputation of Buddhism has been ruined because of what the Leng family did! If Huiwu doesn't wake up, I'm afraid the reputation of Buddhism will be disgraced!"
“Shut up!”
When Leng listened to what Yang Kun said, cold sweat broke out on her face and she attacked very ruthlessly. It seemed that she was really angry and humiliated!
Leng grabbed Feng Yunan, who had the worst cultivation, in his hand, and when he was about to crush Feng Yunan's throat with force, he suddenly stopped.
Leng's appearance became extremely painful, but after struggling a few times, she became calm and peaceful.
Even though they look the same, they feel different, as if they are just a different person.
"Amitabha!"
Monk Huiwu chanted a Buddhist name, released Feng Yunan's neck, and looked at the people around him. When he saw the images played on the recording stone, he slowly closed his eyes.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have trusted my uncle's words and let him control my body. Not only did more than a hundred people in the Feng family die because of me, but even my master committed suicide because of me. All the sins are my fault for trusting others too much. In the end, I hurt others and myself and ended up like this."
"From your tone, could it be that you are the real Master Huiwu? Have you woken up?"
Yang Kun looked at Monk Huiwu with some suspicion, and couldn't believe that Monk Huiwu had awakened so quickly and regained control of his body in an instant. Could it be that this was not the real Monk Huiwu, but Leng's disguise
"Amitabha, yes, I am the real monk Huiwu. As for my uncle Leng, he is here."
Monk Huiwu waved his sleeves, and a somewhat dark soul appeared in front of everyone, looking at them viciously.
"Huiwu! I am your uncle! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"
When Leng saw that his soul was driven out of his body by Monk Huiwu, he was a little panicked. However, Monk Huiwu looked at him calmly without saying a word, which made Leng shut his mouth unconsciously.