Chapter 463: Repaying kindness with great wind

Baosheng Arhat snorted coldly, and the Vajra Demon-Subduing Sword blocked in front of him, a golden light spurted out from the sword edge, like a golden bell covering him. The Greedy Wolf Sword quickly rotated around Baosheng Arhat thirteen times, and the sword energy slashed 360 times in succession on the golden light, causing the golden light to tremble and make a harsh sound of gold iron impact, but failed to break through the golden light.

Baoxin Arhat smiled softly, and his left hand flew out of his hand, turning into a golden flying dragon with a hundred feet long, and he brought a long roar to Wuqi to grab it. Baoxin Arhat himself formed a bottle seal with his hands, and his hands were like opening a bow and firing an arrow. He hummed a lightly, and dozens of extremely thin golden lights spewed out in his palm, outlined into a golden lotus-shaped energy in the air, and flashed behind Wuqi.

The other sixteen monks shouted the Buddha's name, vajra, demon-subduing circle, vajra sword, bodhi staff, and sixteen Buddha soldiers raised them at the same time and smashed them down at Wuqi. These monks all had the cultivation of celestial immortals, and all of them were golden body arhats. The indestructible body of the Buddhist vajra and the powerful Vajra supernatural powers. These monks could shake the mountains into pieces with one blow.

Wuqi's left hand trembled, and Wu Earth Dragon Scale Shield emitted 36,000 dragon scale golden light surrounding his body. The golden light reflected the sunlight and reflected dazzling light. The thick and stable earth energy surged out from the ground, and under the attraction of the innate Wu Earth essence, it turned into a thick light curtain that wrapped around Wuqi.

The dragon transformed from the Zen stick grabbed Wuqi's head with one claw, and dozens of golden scales came up to him. The dragon claws and golden scales hit each other, making a sharp sound. The golden scales were scattered everywhere, and the dragon claws also scattered a large area of ​​Mars, and were shaken by the heavy Wu Earth energy. Then a dense sound of blows came, Wuqi's body shook, Baoxin's arhat's lotus energy exploded in his heart, and thousands of golden scales were blown away in scattering. The other sixteen monks' weapons all fell on Wuqi and knocked Wuqi out.

Wu Earth Dragon Scale Shield let out a whine, and was hit hard one after another. Wu Earth Dragon Scale Shield could not bear the power attacked by the outside world. The shield body made an overwhelming moan, and was about to be smashed to pieces by these monks. Wu Qi had no choice but to start the fog-in magic skill in the Purgatory Demon Sutra reappeared, and his body turned into a thick black fog and drifted everywhere, wanting to use this to avoid the monks' attacks.

The Arhat Baoxin laughed sarcastically: "Sure enough, if you use this magical method in front of me, Buddha cultivation, wouldn't you be seeking death?" The monks present laughed in unison. They recited the Buddha's name one after another, and all kinds of Buddha lights spewed out of their palms, and swept down at Wuqi overwhelmed the sky.

The Hinayana is uncertain and does not destroy the Buddha's light, the Hinayana miraculous sandalwood transforms the Buddha's light, and the Hinayana pure Buddha's light... The eighteen Hinayana Buddhist secret practices are all sprinkled, and all the lights are coming to the black fog that Wuqi transforms. Wuqi only feels a severe pain all over his body. The black fog melts quickly like rolling soup and pouring snow. In the blink of an eye, the volume shrinks by about half. Buddhist practices specifically restrain the magical arts. Wuqi uses the Purgatory Demon Sutra in front of these monks, which invisibly causes these monks to have lethality increase by more than three or five times.

With a bitter smile, Wuqi showed his figure from the black fog in a mess. His skin was broken and blood was covered with water. The lethality of the Buddha's light in the Buddhist sacred way was beyond his own expectations. He would rather be hit by Baoxin Arhat in succession than be touched by the Buddha's light. There was a strong smell of blood in his mouth. Wuqi stared at his Baoxin Arhat like a ferocious god, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Are you forcing me to fight hard?"

Baoxin Arhat laughed 'hehe', and he folded his hands together and sang to Wuqi, saying, "Fellow Taoist has another chance to give out all the treasures on his body, and then throw them into our master's sect to be a novice monk who cleans up and does some troubles. Today, fellow Taoist Taoist will not have to suffer from the pain of flesh and blood."

Shaking his head, Wuqi sighed, took out a few healing pills and stuffed them into his mouth. He said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, be a monk? I can't bear to leave this black hair, and these three thousand worlds. Hey, we'd better work hard!"

With a casual move, the Yan Mag Sword flew up with a surging flame. A big red bird that appeared faintly spread its wings to cover Wuqi under its wings. Countless golden scales circling around Wuqi, making a harsh "whip" sound of breaking through the air. Wuqi put away the verdant demonic energy emitted by the Purgatory Demon Baby, and all the true energy in his body was injected into the fake baby who practiced the Guiyuan Wuwei Taoist Sutra. Pieces of clouds surged out of Wuqi's body, and the clear air rose, setting him up like an immortal.

The most important thing in Guiyuan Wuwei Taoist Sutra is to cultivate nature and body cultivation. The true essence cultivated is pure and flexible, and it is endless. Based on Guiyuan Wuwei Taoist Sutra, Wuqi operates the Five Elements Sword Skill of the Riotian Sword Sect, and the focus is on the Binghuo Sword Skill. Sword Qi is constantly ejected from Wuqi's body with a scorching high temperature. Gradually, the red bird flying above his head turned into a red sword shadow that rushed straight to the sky. The sinister sword Qi emitted a dazzling and strong light, just like a real sword blade floating above Wuqi's head.

Baoxin Arhat smiled indifferently, and he shook his head and said, "Do you want to go all out? Unfortunately, my Buddhist technique is the most important thing to defend!"

"Haha" laughed loudly, Baoxin Arhat and Baosheng Arhat sat cross-legged on the ground at the same time. They formed a circle and surrounded Wuqi firmly. Three white lotus flowers floated out above their heads, and one or two or three relics were guarded between the lotus. The dazzling light emitted from the relics and the lotus, turning into a misty Buddha light to connect the eighteen monks into one.

In the Buddha's light, countless powerful men in heavy armor were floating in the air. These powerful men stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a wall of iron, which firmly wrapped around Wuqi. The huge pressure was pressed down from all directions, and fought against the sharp energy released by the sword energy above Wuqi's head, gradually forcing the sword energy back inward, forcing Wuqi's sword energy to no longer be released, and could only be hidden in the sword light and could not be leaked out.

The shadow of the sky-storming sword transformed by the Yan Que Sword shivered violently and kept making a loud roar. All Wuqi's true energy was injected into the Yan Que Sword, but facing the Buddha light emitted by the eighteen Buddhist Arhats, how could Wuqi break the golden light that tightly surrounded him with his own strength?

Before these monks could do anything, the Buddha light they emitted was suppressing Wuqi about to vomit blood.

Wuqi felt his whole body tense, his muscles twitched and painful, and his body was even more overwhelming, as if dozens of steel ropes tied up his internal organs, thrusting hard, making his breathing difficult. Wuqi thought to himself that if this continued, he would be exhausted without a cup of tea, and he would no longer be able to resist and could only surrender and let these monks do whatever they wanted.

What made Wuqi even more troubled was that the huge pressure brought to him by the Buddha's light was fine. Eighteen monks sat cross-legged, their lips remained motionless, but all monks were forcibly instilling Buddhist scriptures into Wuqi's soul with his Buddhist teachings. Beside Wuqi's ears, eighteen monks were chanting Sanskrit scriptures with "buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, bu

"You bald donkeys!" Wuqi gritted his teeth and was about to draw the innate essence from the innate Yuanying and fight to the death with these monks. Suddenly, a loud sound of birds entering the clouds came above his head, and then the shadow blocked the sunlight, and the strong wind blew silently from above his head. The wind was very powerful, so strong that it was unacceptable. The eighteen arhats who surrounded Wuqi screamed strangely, and were actually swept up by the blue-black wind and slapped heavily on the hill several miles away.

The monks screamed and hit the mountain. The wind was extremely strong and the power was extremely strong. The power contained in the strong wind was simply desperate. The eighteen monks, except for the Baoxin Arhat who relied on their powerful cultivation, broke a transparent hole in the mountain, and rushed out from the other side of the mountain with gray faces. The other seventeen monks, including the Baosheng Arhat, were all knocked to their bones and broken muscles. Thirteen and fourteen monks broke the relics on the spot and died tragically.

"My Buddha is merciful! Who dares to oppose my Buddhism?" Baoxin Arhat was so angry that he screamed in anger when he saw the heavy casualties of his fellow brothers.

The sound of birds singing overhead kept coming. When Wuqi looked up quickly, he saw a strong wind with a wingspan of nearly ten miles falling from the sky. Behind this strong wind, there were more than a dozen wingspans exceeding a hundred miles. You could tell at a glance that they had grown up! These huge and divine birds fell silently from the sky, and their blue and black feathers fluttered in the wind, with an indescribable elegance and outrageous charm.

Especially the dozen adult strong winds, their bodies were covered with blood, and the blood was stuck to their feathers. Wuqi saw that this was external blood, not the blood from the strong winds themselves. Obviously, they had just killed people, and killed many people!

And here it will cause Dafeng to kill people, and there are many people who ask them to kill. Wuqi doesn’t have to think about it. This rookie who has just grown up, Dafeng, attracted the elders of his clan and attacked the army of Guanzhou led by Feng Jiuma!

Thinking of Feng Jiu's appearance being besieged by more than a dozen adult strong winds, Wuqi couldn't help laughing. He smiled at the strong wind that flew down quickly and said, "Are you here to help me? Ha, do you remember that I saved you just now?"

The strong wind whistled crisply, and three long tails shook out heavily and slapped the Baosheng Arhat who had just stood up. Baosheng Arhat howled, and his body was thrust by the whirlwind of sheep horns that suddenly soared into the air, and it hit another mountain hard. The harsh sound of bone cracks came, and Baosheng Arhat's head hit a solid rock, and the rocks were shattered, and Baosheng Arhat's head was also broken into meat sauce.

A shrill cry came from the relics of Baosheng Arhat. The relics of Baosheng Arhat turned into a strong light and were about to escape. A strong wind that fell rapidly in the air grabbed it with its claws, crushing the relics of Baosheng Arhat into pieces.

Baoxin Arhat roared angrily, and a bright light suddenly surged from his waist and disappeared without a trace in the bright light in the blink of an eye. Several other surviving Arhats were about to escape, when an adult wind suddenly waved its wings, and an invisible wind blade flew out, shattering their bodies and relics into pieces.

Wuqi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He swayed and put away the Yan Que Sword and was about to sit on the ground to rest, the little big wind suddenly stretched out his claws and grabbed Wuqi, then slapped his wings and his body suddenly flew towards the sky.
Chapter completed!