Get away from me, you disciples! (Third Watch, First Period)

  Although the brilliance of Huang Quan Pearl resisted it, Wang Lin, who was surrounded by dark fog, felt himself getting colder and colder.

  It's not a physical chill, but a quiver and coldness of the soul.

  It's as if gusts of cold wind are blowing from the depths of my heart, and no matter how warm the outside world is, it can't be resisted.

  He didn't know it was a sign of his own spiritual exhaustion, and if he continued like this, he would hurt his spirit.

  Although Huang Quan Pearl can suppress Si Kong Nan to a certain extent, Wang Lin's cultivation is really too low. His divine soul cannot control the Huang Quan Pearl and cannot withstand the consumption brought by the Huang Quan Pearl.

  The sound of Si Kongnan's eerie laughter was ringing in his ears, and a wave of dizziness washed over him, making Wang Lin feel like his mind was on the verge of collapse. His brain began to conjure up all sorts of unrelated thoughts.

  "Father, mother, am I going to die? Tiě zhù (Iron Pillar) is unfilial and cannot return to see you both..."

  It was inconceivable that the second person Wang Lin thought of was a young Taoist with a white robe, wide sleeves and a feathered crown.

  "If I had followed Dao Zhang back then, would today's disaster have been avoided?"

  Wang Lin's brain was already in a state of utter confusion. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a voice suddenly entered his ears.

  "Old demon, get out of here and stay away from this master's disciple!"

  Wang Lin strained his eyes wide open, and the light and shadow in front of him changed. The last scene that appeared before his eyes was a white light flashing, tearing through the thick black fog. The young Taoist priest in white robes who he had seen before suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him with concern on his face.

  Wang Lin's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something, but ultimately couldn't make a sound, his head tilted to one side, and he fainted.

  Lin Feng saw Wang Lin was just mentally exhausted and fainted, so he put his mind at ease and turned to face Sikuang Nan.

  "Junior, you dare to ruin my plans? I'll extract your soul and refine it into a soul lantern, making you suffer from the ghost fire's soul erosion day and night!"

  Lin Feng swung his sleeve and shielded Wang Lin behind him, saying calmly: "Get out of here immediately, I'll spare your life."

  Sī Kōng's eyebrows suddenly stood on end, and he laughed strangely: "You're looking for death, youngster!"

  Dark fog surged, flew up into the air and gathered together, almost condensing into a solid entity. Then it rapidly rotated like a drill bit, fiercely pressing down towards Lin Feng below.

  Lin Feng's Double Palm Technique changed and transformed, his body's magical power automatically turned into the pure Buddhist magical power of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and a layer of pale golden Buddha light emerged from all over his body.

  Ksitigarbha's golden body has not been fully cultivated, and Lin Feng also dares not to be careless. With both hands forming a Buddhist door hand seal, he uses the Buddhist door method of the Ksitigarbha Sutra to push out the small wheel turn technique that he gained insight into in the Thunderbolt Meditation.

  The Small Wheel Turning Mantra unfolded, and a golden light condensed on Lin Feng's head, forming a huge "卍" pattern.

  The black drill head spun rapidly and pressed down, Lin Feng's golden "" character on his forehead rotated, already deflecting the direction of the black drill head, which fell far away on a nearby cliff.

  The cliff that has withstood thousands of years of wind and rain erosion was directly blown to smithereens by the black drill!

  Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged, but in his heart, alarm bells were ringing: "This old ghost now only has a wisp of residual soul left, and his strength is equivalent to the peak of the foundation stage. If he recovers to his heyday, how terrifying would that be?"

  No matter whether it's the Earth Treasury True Classic or the Small Wheel Turning Secret, both are Buddhist secrets that are not to be transmitted. Profound and endless, combining the two allowed Lin Feng to withstand Si Kong Nan's first wave of attack.

  Fortunately, it was the Small Wheel Turning Technique that borrowed force to deflect the black drill head, otherwise, if it had been a hard collision, with the incomplete Earth Treasure Golden Body, it would have been mostly bad luck and little good fortune.

  Lin Feng's pupils contracted: "Since we've made an enemy today, we mustn't leave any future troubles! Show mercy and don't strike, strike and show no mercy."

  As he thought of this, his two hands rose and twenty-four golden lights flew out in all directions, scattering across the ground.

  Sī Kōng Nán glared at Lín Fēng, letting out a cold snort: "A Buddhist thief? I detest monks the most."

  "Let you witness the old man's hundred ghost night walking technique." The empty south method incantation changed continuously, and the black fog emitted became thicker and thicker, gradually shrouding the entire valley.

  A shrill cry echoed through the black fog, and dozens of bright red lights suddenly lit up in the darkness, making them extremely dazzling.

  The next moment, Lin Feng saw more than a dozen dark shadows stumbling out of the thick fog. They were over a dozen ferocious and sinister black ghosts, with their eyes being the bright red lights that had appeared earlier.

  "What a pity, what a pity. In the old days, I, Cao Gongnan, could command thousands of ghosts to march at night, and now, even the few dozen mediocre ghosts in my hand are enough to deal with you."

  "You little beast, once I've killed you, I'll turn you into one of them and make you serve me for all eternity!"

  Lin Feng looked carefully and saw that among them, one of the weaker and smaller fierce ghosts was actually Sun Xiaoju, who had just been killed by Si Kongnan.

  Judging from the aura around this fierce ghost, he has completely preserved Sun Xiaozhu's cultivation of practicing Qi for eight layers before his death.

  Sun Xiao Zhu is the weakest among this group of fierce ghosts, while others have at least achieved the great perfection of Qi cultivation. There are six fierce ghosts who should have been foundation-building cultivators in their lifetime but were soul-refined by Si Kong Nan's technique.

  A group of ghosts howled in front of him, but Lin Feng's gaze seemed to see right through them. His eyes looked into the depths of the dark fog and he smiled, saying: "You're really wielding a big axe in front of Lu Ban's gate, brandishing a big sword in front of Guan Gong."

  "What did you say?"

  Lin Feng burst out laughing, his laughter as bright as the sunshine, and he raised his hand to snap his fingers lightly.

  "Bang!" A crisp sound, dazzling Buddha light soared into the sky, waves of golden light swept away the dark fog, leaving it spotless. The compassionate and meaningful Buddhist chanting filled the air, and the eerie howling wind vanished in an instant!

  Sandalwood incense wafts up to the nose, calming the mind and spirit. Lin Feng bathes in the Buddha's light, closes his eyes, listens to the Sanskrit chanting, and gently taps his hands together, feeling extremely comfortable.

  Those dozen or so fierce ghosts were miserable, all surrounded by golden Buddha light, their entire bodies like being burned by flames, they could only curl up into a ball and bitterly resist.

  The dark fog dispersed, revealing Si Kong Nan's stunned face.

  Twenty-four giant arhats, ten zhang tall, emerged from the golden mist behind Lin Feng's back, bringing an unparalleled oppressive force.

  Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled: "You just said that you have more than enough to deal with whom?"

  His smile revealed snow-white teeth, even with a hint of sparkle.

  But in Si Kong Nan's eyes, it made him feel a chill run down his spine.

  Sī Kōng Nán had always thought he was ruthless enough, but now looking at Lín Fēng's smiling face, he felt as if he were facing a super ferocious beast from the primordial chaos.

  Lin Feng smiled slightly and waved his right hand gently forward: "Then, let's begin."

  The twenty-four Arhats of Golden Light simultaneously chanted the Buddha's name, shaking the ears to deafness, and took big strides towards Sikuang Nan and those dozen or so fierce ghosts, causing the earth to shake and mountains to tremble with each step.