The monk is ferocious, the Twenty-Four Arhats formation!

  Lin Feng looked carefully and found that the twenty-four light spots that Hui Yu had thrown into the air were actually brown beads, each the size of a walnut, emitting golden light in mid-air.

  Lin Feng's nose twitched slightly as he caught a whiff of faint sandalwood fragrance, and from the twenty-four pearls suspended in mid-air, a serene and majestic aura emanated.

  Facing the twenty-four pearls, Lin Feng was as if facing twenty-four accomplished Taoist priests.

  The three foundation-building monks around Hui Ku were all slightly changed in complexion, and the middle-aged man in white robes stared at Hui Ku in shock: "Sarira, is this sarira?! You actually possess twenty-four sariras, did you refine the sariras of our sect's seniors into a magic weapon?!"

  Upon hearing this, the faces of both Old Eagle and the Black-clad Swordsman turned darker than ever before. The Black-clad Swordsman spoke up for the first time since his appearance: "A scoundrel who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors!"

  As the twenty-four sarira rose into mid-air, a flash of pain and guilt flickered in Hui Ku's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by endless anger and ferocity.

  Hearing the black-clad swordsman's curses, Hui Ku burst out laughing maniacally: "This monk will risk falling into the Avici Hell, but you evil demons must pay the price. This is the guidance given to me by the Buddha, and my seniors in the sect will surely understand me."

  He clasped his palms together with force and shouted in a low voice: "Buddha's mercy, sweep away the demons, the Twenty-Four Arhats' formation, open!"

  As Huike let out a loud shout, the twenty-four sarira in mid-air simultaneously burst forth with dazzling Buddhist light.

  A Buddha light formed a piece, transformed into a cluster of golden clouds and mist, covering the hundred feet around Hui's body. The Buddha light transmitted waves of Buddhist chanting, overlapping each other, shaking one's ears to deafness.

  The vultures and others were all enveloped in a Buddha's light, as if they were in an independent space, completely isolated from the outside world.

  The middle-aged man in white robes shook his head: "Want to compete with me in array techniques? Great Monk, you're not a match for me, just humiliating yourself..." He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly speechless.

  The middle-aged man in white robes stared blankly ahead, his eyes wide with shock. Old Ji and the black-robed swordsman were also similarly stunned, while the other Qi Refining cultivators were so frightened that they trembled with fear.

  Only in the Buddha's light, a multitude of human figures suddenly appeared, each over ten zhang tall, their bodies radiating golden light, yet they were all Vajra Arhats, each emitting an aura of extreme terror.

  There are twenty-four Arhat silhouettes in total, each with a fluctuation of magical power comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator.

  Twenty-four foundation period cultivators!

  Lin Feng and the other two people on the mountain stared with their eyes wide open, this monk was too fierce, actually possessing such a ferocious magical weapon.

  "Good fellow, a single treasure can manifest twenty-four foundation-building cultivators. Whoever possesses this treasure will be able to dominate the foundation-building stage." Lin Feng swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with envy: "Not to mention the foundation-building stage, even if they encounter ordinary Golden Elixir stage cultivators, they'll have the power to defend themselves. No wonder this bald thief dared to stay behind alone."

  The shadow of Wisdom Sorrow hides in the Buddha's light, leaving no trace. Only the twenty-four Arhats' shadows come together to join their palms and chant softly: "Buddha's mercy, turn back to the shore!"

  The sound was like the morning bell and evening drum, shocking people's souls, making everyone in the Buddha's light have a momentary illusion, as if they were guilty of heinous crimes, deserving to be suppressed and captured, and sent into reincarnation.

  The three of them were all cultivators in the foundation building stage, with unyielding wills, and quickly came to their senses. However, those cultivators in the Qi Refining stage who had not been injured all collapsed to the ground, having already lost consciousness and the ability to resist.

  Lin Feng watched from a nearby mountain, his whole body feeling cold. The twenty-four Buddhist monks shouted in unison, and without even needing to hurt the enemy, they pressed down on their opponents, making them lose their will to resist.

  "What weaknesses does this Twenty Arhat Formation have? Because it's a formation, it can't be easily moved?" Lin Feng thought rapidly, considering countermeasures: "Is it extremely exhausting to use magic power? Or are these arhat light shadows just for show, meant to intimidate people?"

  The other party quickly answered Lin Feng's question with practical actions.

  The three old men of Jianyu did not yield, and the twenty-four Arhats' light shadows whispered a Buddha's name again, then they rushed over in groups of three or five.

  The black-clad swordsman let out a cold snort, and with a flash of his sword, he struck down one of the golden-robed arhats.

  "Whoosh——"

  A piercing metallic friction sound rang out, the flying sword that could cut through mountains only broke open a crack on the chest of the Golden Arhat, the Golden Arhat was completely unaware, and a pair of large hands directly grabbed towards the flying sword.

  The black-clad swordsman manipulated the flying sword to retreat, but two other golden arhats attacked from left and right, four palms came out together, and the brilliant Buddha light almost condensed into a solid object, actually locking the agile flying sword firmly in mid-air.

  Two more Golden Arhats charged towards the black-clad swordsman with a loud whoosh, their fist as large as a water bucket coming crashing down on his head!

  "Good rascal!" The black-clad swordsman's face changed greatly, his entire cultivation was on the flying sword, losing the flying sword, his combat strength immediately decreased, he could only dodge and hide in disarray, while summoning the flying sword with all his might.

  The flying sword struggled desperately in the Buddha's light, emitting a piercing whine, its blade twisted, yet unable to escape the Buddha's seal.

  Instead, the three golden arhats who were trapping the flying sword were increasing their strength, with six giant palms clasped together, and the Buddha's light in their palms growing stronger. The black-clad swordsman's flying sword was emitting thick smoke.

  The flying sword hummed ceaselessly, as if it had a life of its own, emitting a mournful wail.

  Lin Feng watched this scene and was now completely certain that the Wisdom Suffering Dharma instrument could indeed manifest twenty-four images of Arhats with foundation-building period strength.

  Perhaps their IQ is not high enough, perhaps they are not flexible enough, perhaps they can only melee and will not use magic... But these golden arhats, in terms of magical cultivation, each one has the level of a foundation-building period cultivator.

  Moreover, they are obviously insensitive to pain and unafraid of injury, and can take a life-for-a-life approach without hesitation.

  Ten Golden Arhats didn't even move, while the other fourteen joined forces and instantly beat the three old eagles until they were crying and urinating.

  With such a huge gap in strength, the three vultures wouldn't even have the chance to die together, it's all up to Hui Ku's mood whether they would be captured alive or crushed to death.

  No one had expected that Hui would be so ferocious. What was originally a desperate situation of three against one suddenly turned around, becoming twenty-four against three.

  In the hearts of Lao and the other two, at this moment, there were undoubtedly tens of millions of grassland horses covered in mud galloping by.

  Lin Feng was also secretly depressed, Xiao Yan's true destiny as the Son of Heaven was indeed extraordinary, and his first opponent was so fierce. Moreover, he didn't expect that this bald thief would actually be in cahoots with Lie Feng, who had kidnapped Zhu Yi.

  Bao Xiao Yan, save Zhu Yi, all need to pass through Hui Ku's barrier.

  Thinking of this, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Can't let him be so smooth, must punish him... First need to find his weakness."

  Lin Feng thought for a moment, then pulled Xiao Yan over and whispered a few words in his ear.

  Xiao Yan was taken aback: "What is this for?"

  Lin Feng pretended to be profound and replied faintly: "The master has his own arrangements, you just follow the words and do things, today in this place, it's likely that there is a chance for you."

  Xiao Yan rolled his eyes: "Master, don't deceive me!"

  Lin Feng raised his hand and cursed with a smile: "You little stinker looking for a fight."

  Xiao Yan spat out his tongue and ran down the mountain in a puff of smoke, arriving near the Buddha's radiant cloud and mist.

  He followed Lin Feng's instructions and wandered around Fo Guang for a few laps before being discovered by Hui Ku and the others in the light fog.

  "With a single step, the iron shoes are broken, and it's all effortless! Hui Ku was overjoyed at first, but after looking at the three old men in the Buddha's light, he began to worry: 'If we clean up these evil demons right away, it would be a pity to give up on them. But what if we delay and that little brat escapes?'"

  Hui hesitated for a moment before gritting her teeth and opening her leather pouch, releasing a small snake.

  A small snake in the air suddenly grew into a hundred-meter-long golden giant python, its head as big as a small house, with sharp teeth as thick and long as ivory. Huai Su pointed at Xiao Yan: "You want to live."

  The golden giant python fell to the ground and shot towards Xiao Yan like an arrow.

  Xiao Yan saw the golden giant python, slightly startled, but as the snake slithered by, it didn't have the slightest stench, instead emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance.

  The giant python's head bulged with two small packages, just like the horns on a Jiaolong's head. On the ground, it crawled at a speed as fast as lightning. The combat power of such a ferocious beast was enough to rival that of a cultivator who had practiced internal energy for over ten layers.

  Lin Feng's reminder appeared in Xiao Yan's mind at this time: "If that monk drives the law enforcement or spiritual pet to deal with you, don't entangle in the original place, run to the distant mountain forest."

  Xiao Yan pouted and turned around to run, with the golden giant python closely chasing after him.

  Lin Feng watched from the top of the mountain as Xiao Yan and the giant python chased each other, getting farther and farther away. Hui Ke was still unable to catch up even with the Buddha's Light Array, but seeing this, Lin Feng's face once again broke out into a warm and sunny smile.

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