Chapter 437 Successfully Framing the Blame
Chapter 437: Successfully framing the blame (first update)
High in the sky, I saw the Angry Arhat sitting cross-legged. From time to time, a piece of flesh and blood collapsed on his body, exposing the white bones. But in the blink of an eye, the light of the Buddha wrapped around that spot, and the flesh and blood quickly regenerated. Repeatedly and repeatedly, his body continued to collapse and rot, and was constantly reborn in the light of Buddha. The majestic Sanskrit chants and the shrill screams of demons continued to be heard in the angry Arhat's body. The two were mixed together, making people feel like It was as if there was a saw blade spinning around in my head, which made me extremely uncomfortable.
In addition to the five immortals who were killed by the Furious Arhat and Ancestor Weiji at the beginning, as well as the accompanying monks, 66 Xuxu and some other immortal sect forces around An City received the news and came here. But seeing those weird angry Arhats from a distance, these people who came after them, like Wu Qi and other monks, watched the fun from dozens of miles away, and no one dared to get close.
Some monks with profound cultivation and extensive knowledge were explaining the mystery behind this in a low voice to the disciples around them.
The strange appearance of the Angry Arhat does not look like ordinary immortals and monks fighting. Every time he strikes, there are thousands of thunders, fires, and boundless sword light, and there are auspicious clouds and strange lights everywhere. The scene is magnificent, but in fact, there is no danger in such a fight.
Unless, like Wu Qi, there is a powerful magical weapon like the Jade Bone Soul-Searching Banner, which can deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, causing the person to die without even a chance to fight back, fighting like this among immortals would be extremely unlucky. They only damaged limbs, but they could still escape with their lives intact. As long as he returns to the cave and cultivates carefully for tens of thousands of years, he will be a lively and heroic man again.
After all, whether it's fighting skills or flying swords and magic weapons, the two sides are dozens or hundreds of miles apart and have almost the same immortal weapons to protect their bodies. It's not so easy to give the opponent a fatal blow. They have all cultivated to the realm of immortals. Unless they are dandies like Master Yu and Mr. Jin, which immortal will not run for his life like a frightened rabbit once he is injured? Therefore, the more lively the fight between immortals, the less risky it is.
On the contrary, the fight between Patriarch Weiji and the Furious Arhat seemed silent, but in fact, they actually risked their lives.
Ancestor Weiji's whole body was transformed into a demon, and he turned into a demonic light and escaped into the body of the Angry Arhat. The angry Arhat simply opened his mouth and let Ancestor Weiji merge into himself. This was a desperate attempt by the two of them, giving up the painless fighting method and magic weapon, and directly fighting with their lives to cultivate a breath of vitality.
The angry Arhat used the secret method of Buddhism to transform himself into a small world, interpreting the endless changes in the ancient times, and wanted to trap and kill the ancestor Jiji in one fell swoop. The ancestor was breaking all the rules in the Xiaoqian world, using his demonic powers to develop infinite sinful murderous aura, trying his best to destroy the world and plunge the Angry Arhat into a place of eternal disaster.
Several old monks from the Golden Pavilion Temple chanted ** around the Wrathful Arhat, which could make the Wrathful Arhat's mind clear and add some divine power to compete with the ancestors of Jiji. But the ancestor Weiji was in the body of the Angry Arhat,
The magic method is famous for its power, domineering, dangerous and vicious, so it also has a three-point lead. The two of them were matched up like this, and it was a close fight.
Gradually, several more angels came from around. These new immortals are not the figures from the large and small forces around He'an City, but the immortals recruited by the immortal sect forces who have opened shops in He'an City. These immortals didn't know the reputation of Patriarch Weiji and the Furious Arhat, so they were just trying to take advantage of them.
At this moment, a white cloud floated in the distance, and a strong old monk wearing a golden cassock, holding a vajra and demon-conquering pestle, flew over with a dozen young novice monks. The old monk shouted from a distance: "Fellow immortal friends, this thing is destined to my Buddhist sect. I also ask all Taoist friends to sit down and watch. Today's feelings will be rewarded by me at the Golden Pavilion Temple in the future."
Wu Qi thought, this must be the abbot of the Golden Pavilion Temple, right? The Angry Arhat spends many years squatting in the Little Phaseless Buddha Land to cultivate. This abbot of the Golden Pavilion, commonly known as Master Hu Roar, is the representative of Buddhism around He'an City. He is a thirty-level immortal who is proficient in various aspects of Buddhism. The evil monk who conquers demons is a fierce monk who devotes himself to killing to save the world.
After hearing a few sneers, the three immortals who had just arrived rushed towards Master Huhou at the same time. They laughed in unison and said: "I have a destiny with Buddhism. I have become tired of hearing this over the years. Whether I have a destiny or not depends on my magical power."
These three immortals have two thirty-first-level cultivations and one has a thirty-second-level cultivation level. There is a gap but not much difference between the cultivation bases of Master Huhou. If the three of them join forces, they can still defeat Master Huhou. of. Of course, they were not familiar with each other and had no friendship. The reason why they came forward at the same time was simply to join forces to deal with the strongest one first, and then make a final settlement between the three of them.
Master Huhou glanced worriedly at the angry Arhat whose lower body had turned into green bones, but whose upper body was covered with Buddha energy and rippling Buddha light. Then he quickly glanced at the huge mass of Ganoderma lucidum under the sloping peak. When he saw the hazy white sesame horse deep in the Ganoderma lucidum, Master Tiger Roar's eyes suddenly lit up. The sudden burst of bright light was like a gluttonous wolf seeing bloody fresh meat.
"Very good, very good. Since the three immortal friends are stubborn, let the poor monk point out a shortcut to liberation for the three of them." From a long distance away, Master Huhou threw out his vajra pestle, which turned into a three-headed statue ten feet tall. King Ming sat cross-legged above his head. Under King Ming's body was a red lotus platform, which released a hundred-foot-long red lotus karma fire that wrapped around Master Huhou's body. Master Huhou roared loudly, and casually tore off his cassock, revealing a vivid tattoo of a tiger descending from the mountain on his chest.
Following the roar of Master Tiger Roar, the tiger descending the mountain tattoo released streaks of golden light. Not long after, a huge, eye-catching white-fronted tiger with a length of seven to eight feet ran out from the chest of Master Tiger Roar, roaring loudly and surrounding the tiger. Master Hou circled and ran, a tiger tail several feet long lashing the air, making a loud and ear-piercing 'pop' sound.
The expressions of the three immortals changed, and they took action at the same time. One of the immortals drew out his sword and brought out a long three-color rainbow light that pierced Master Huhou's heart; one of the immortals raised an umbrella and released a large beam of light to protect the three of them; the last person clenched his fists with both hands. There is faint thunder light flowing in the palm, and crisp thunder sounds are heard from time to time. Although it was the first time for the three of them to cooperate, they relied on the telepathic connection between the gods to understand each other's best skills and moves, and made an incomparable coordination.
Especially the angel holding an umbrella. A ray of white light shot out from his umbrella, and a beautiful girl with a slim body exposed her body and sang and danced in the white light. Along with the graceful singing, a large amount of water vapor from all around continued to flow towards the umbrella, condensing on the umbrella to form countless crystal clear snow flakes. The hexagonal snowflakes piled up and overlapped each other, turning into thick ice shields that emitted strong cold air around the three angels.
Master Huhou snorted and shook his head disdainfully. King Ming, who was sitting cross-legged above him, swung his hand down and struck the flying sword light with the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand, easily sending the sword light flying for dozens of miles. outside. The tiger running hurriedly beside him roared, and with a flash of body, he suddenly pounced towards the three immortals. The big tiger flashed, almost teleporting and rushed to the side of the three immortals, and slapped its paw heavily on the ice shield.
It looked like one claw, but in Wu Qi's view, the tiger had at least tens of thousands of claws at that moment, and the power of the tens of thousands of claws rushed forward and backward, and finally turned into one claw, and with one claw, it gathered together The huge power of tens of thousands of claws in a row, this wonderful method of transporting energy, even made Wu Qi feel horrified. He thought to himself that if the current demon god's puppet was slapped by the tiger's claw, he would not be able to get any benefits.
In fact, as Wu Qi expected, this tiger was also a fine Buddhist artifact that was cultivated and refined by the power of Buddha day and night in the Golden Pavilion Temple. Later, it was fused with the soul of a white tiger, and this was how this wonderful Buddhist artifact was created. A claw struck out and the ice shield shattered. The girl who was singing and dancing in white light groaned, and a few strands of cold air suddenly spurted out from her mouth. It was obvious that she had been beaten to her core.
The three immortals hurriedly dodge, but they didn't have time to dodge. The tiger slapped them with a claw, breaking their bones and tendons, and they flew backwards at the same time. The three people screamed in pain at the same time, and no longer dared to attack Master Huhou, they simply turned around and ran away.
However, before they could escape, Wu Qi had already moved the large ambush formation he had laid underground.
With the help of the Blind Old Man's Lingcha, Wu Qi's injuries have healed by 90%, and his strength has improved even more. He pressed his hands on the ground, and poured out the innate earth energy from his body, quickly communicating with the vicious formation underground that could only be entered but not exited, and had accumulated huge spiritual energy. Worried that the power of the formation was not enough, Wu Qi also mobilized the power of the acquired earth spirit pearl, integrated its vast earth energy into his own true energy, and released it at the same time.
"Yuan Magnetic**"
Wu Qi snorted deeply, and the peaks within a hundred miles radius suddenly trembled. All the peaks collapsed at the same time and lay flat on the ground. The huge amount of soil energy in the ground quickly transformed into the magnetic force of the earth's center. Black light covered the ground, and the surrounding gravity suddenly expanded. In the blink of an eye, the gravity soared thousands of times.
No matter it was the Angry Arhat or the Tiger Roar Master, including the three celestial beings who were running away, as well as the monks watching from dozens of miles away, no one thought that such a change would happen. Everyone's body sank and they were sucked in embarrassment. On to the ground. With a "click" sound, the ground continued to sink, and it sank dozens of miles deep in the blink of an eye.
Then there was a loud noise, and the underground formation exploded. The huge underground fire energy rushed out, and the poisonous fire flames swept around, covering everyone who was sucked into the underground. All the monks below the immortal level were instantly wiped out.
Wu Qi waved his hand casually, and the corpses of the young people flew out from the spirit-nurturing ring. He used his hands to cast a few spells of the way of ghosts and gods, giving the corpses of these young people a faint ghostly aura, and then a few A bolt of lightning struck out, burning them all.
Grabbing the unconscious Liu Yi, Wu Qi threw Liu Yi next to the corpses of the young men, and then kicked Liu Yi's forehead to pieces, shaking his brain like a tofu brain. A burst of earth energy hit Liu Yi's palm, leaving a strong aura of earth energy. Then Wu Qi let out a low drink, pulled Lao Ai and the others and turned around to leave. In the blink of an eye, he used the earth escape technique to run away. Where to go.
After half an hour, two crazy roars came from the mountains.
"Damn it, Zhou Zuo Si Tian Yuxuan, good, very good."
Wu Qi heard the roar, and with a flick of his finger, the forbidden force on the small jade piece sounded like thunder, and the jade piece immediately exploded into pieces.
With a sneer, Wu Qi thought to himself, there should be powerful people behind this Angry Arhat and Patriarch Weiji, right?
Yuxi, Yuxi, I really want to see what you look like now.