It's just that in front of the Thousand-Armed Buddha, the Buddha's whole body is shining with a coquettish red-red golden light, which looks very evil, especially the Buddha's face is more like a ghost with a green face and fangs.

But Wu Nian's Thousand-Armed Buddha looks different. Although it doesn't look as burly as Thousand-faced Buddha, it looks particularly solemn. The pure golden light exuding from its body bathes people's bodies, making people feel like a spring breeze, as if it is real.

Saw the birth of Buddha.

Many monks started talking about it and even wanted to worship where they were.

"Thousand-Armed Buddha." Faye looked at the simple and unpretentious golden giant Buddha and frowned slowly.

It's not that he has never seen the Thousand Transformations Magical Power, it was this mental method that Ziwu practiced before.

But his Thousand-Armed Buddha pales in comparison to Wu Nian.

The true appearance of an Arhat varies from person to person. For example, the Thousand-Armed Buddha, also known as Dapu, has only cultivated evil ways and can no longer even be called a Buddha.

"This Thousand-Armed Buddha is even better than Ziwu at that time!" Zhengdao also looked at the giant Buddha behind Wu Nian and sighed again.

His sigh was clearly heard by Wu Nian, which meant that he had seen the true form of Ziwu's Arhat before. He didn't know why, but it deepened his thoughts.

When this matter is settled and the master's wishes before his death are fulfilled, he must pursue the truth.

After so many years, he has been practicing hard. He entered the Lower Immortal at the age of twenty-one, reached the peak of the Golden Immortal in twenty years, and then entered the Xuanxian in the fifteenth year. In this way, it has been almost fifty years.

Others thought that his six senses were pure and he had completely forgotten Ziwu's death, but who could really let go of it completely? In fact, Wu Nian had never let go after all these years, but had always kept it in his heart.

When you are tired, you look up at the sky. The clouds in the sky seem to turn into the old face of Master Ziwu, smiling at him gently and kindly.

Faye glared at Zhengdao, not sure if it was because he was praising the outsider or because he was afraid that he would reveal something.

"Huikong, since nephew Wu Nian has revealed his true form as an Arhat, there is no need for you to stay behind any longer, otherwise you will be laughed at by others for being arrogant in Jiulong Temple." He whispered to Huikong, in fact, he was giving him instructions.

For the honor of Jiulong Temple, we must attack with all our strength, even if Wu Nian is killed on the spot.

Huikong naturally understood the meaning of Faye's language. In fact, even if he spared Wu Nian for Bai Zhining's sake, he would never show mercy. Wu Nian must die here today.

"Okay, disciples, listen to the order." Huikong jumped up and flew above the heads of the disciples.

The black iron rod in his hand pointed toward the sky and turned into a huge horn on the dragon's head.

"Nine Dragon Top!" The giant dragon formed by the stacked monks rolled and circled towards Wu Nian, the horns above its head glowing with blood.

"Wu Nian!" Bai Zhi stared at the powerful blow and couldn't help but take small steps forward. As an immortal cultivator, although she was not strong enough, she could still feel the powerful blow.

This blow is comparable to the peak strength of Xuanxian. Can the seemingly weak and quiet little monk in front of him really be able to block it?

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I'm here, don't be afraid." Wu Nian gave her a warm smile from the side.

Bai Zhining hid behind Wu Nian. She felt that Wu Nian's smile made her feel particularly at ease. He said that he was here, so don't be afraid.

Bai Zhining moved forward, wanting to put her face on his back, but she was afraid of affecting him, so she stretched out her foot and stepped on Wu Nian's shadow, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

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Wu Nian didn't turn around, but there seemed to be eyes behind him. They saw Bai Zhining's every move, and the smile on his lips became even brighter.

The giant red dragon surged forward. The Thousand-Armed Buddha stepped forward and stood in front of Wu Nian and Bai Zhining. Two golden and powerful hands firmly grasped the sharp corners of the red dragon, which was in Huikong's hand.

of iron rod.

The huge impact stirred up dust all over the ground. In the main hall of Jiulong Temple, there were sycamore trees and ginkgo trees, which were shivering in the strong wind and the fallen leaves were flying.

Under the huge impact, the golden Buddha just slid back a foot and hesitated before standing on the square. No matter how much the dragon lowered its head and roared, it could not move forward any further!

This Nine Dragon Peak can even defeat the defensive shield of a peak Xuanxian with overwhelming force, but it cannot move at all in front of Wu Nian, who only has the strength of Xuanxian.

Huikong's expression was particularly solemn. He never expected that Wu Nian would be so difficult to deal with. Could it be that he had reached the peak of Xuanxian?

He has reached the peak of Xuanxian in fifty years. Qianguang Temple has really produced a talent that is rare to see in a thousand years!

"I don't believe it anymore. Even if I go crazy today, I will definitely destroy you, this false Buddha!" ​​Huikong's eyes turned red with urgency. He clasped his hands together and released the iron rod in his hand, muttering something, as if he was reciting some magic spell.

Suddenly he stretched out the thumb of his right hand and bit it hard in his mouth. A touch of red blood spurted out from his mouth and spat on the red-gold horn in front of him, and a red light glowed in an instant.

The red-gold light completely dimmed, and there was actually a black aura surging around the dragon's body.

The originally ferocious dragon became even more terrifying. It rolled and roared in the black smoke, as if it didn't want to be contaminated by the black smoke, and let out a shrill wail.

"Fake Buddha, I don't know which one of us is more like the fake Buddha now." The smile on Wu Nian's face faded.

Finally, a trace of solemnity appeared on his face, because he also realized that Huikong's move was by no means simple.

Buddhism taboos against killing and seeing blood, so the mouthful of blood that Huikong just spat out made the originally impure Nine Dragons Arhat Formation even more demonic.

Bai Zhining seemed to have noticed something was wrong, hiding behind her and secretly revealing her head.

I saw the struggling dragon moaning uncontrollably, and its long neck was throbbing like a tumor, ready to cry out.

"Senior Brother! Stop it quickly." The disciple who was maintaining the Nine Dragons Arhat Formation couldn't hold on any longer, and his face turned pale as he tried to get Huikong to stop.

But how could Huikong still listen to their words now? His eyes were red, and he could only see Wu Nian behind the golden Buddha!

"Death!" he roared in a low, almost beast-like voice.

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"Abbott, what should we do?" Zhengdao and Wusu stared dumbly at the heroic scene in front of them.

They never expected that things would develop to this point, but they all knew that if what happened today were spread, Bikong Valley would probably be laughed at by all the immortal cultivators in the world. It turned out that there was a Buddha in Jiulong Temple who corrupted the precepts and rules.

Monk Faye's heart was also filled with turmoil. He knew Huikong was wrong, but as long as he could kill Wu Nian, it didn't matter even if he was laughed at by everyone in the world.

To stop or not to stop? Or not to kill? Faye hesitated. He pressed the handle of the chair tightly to force himself not to stand up impulsively.

While he was hesitating, the head on the red dragon's neck finally grew out. It originally had only one head, but it grew eight heads at the same time. Together with the original head, nine slender heads looked up to the sky and roared, and their bodies were still turbid.

The blood stains were dripping downwards.

That was not the blood of the dragon, but the blood of the monks. Finally some monks couldn't bear it anymore, and blood began to ooze from the corners of their mouths or their seven orifices.

"Nine-headed Lingtian!" Huikong shouted these words viciously.

The other eight heads simultaneously stabbed the sharp horns on their heads towards the head of the golden Buddha who was standing in a stalemate.

The sharp claws on its abdomen also clawed hard at his abdomen, as if to tear Wu Nian's true form of Arhat to pieces.

Faye let out a long sigh, but still did not stand up after all.

Today in the Blue Sky Valley, the Jiulong Temple is in great disgrace. Although there are no pilgrims in the Jiulong Temple today, this earth-shattering formation will definitely shock the people at the foot of the mountain. After all, paper cannot contain the fire.

But as long as Wu Nian can be killed, he still has hope, and there is nothing wrong with placing the responsibility for this incident on Wu Nian.

As for Bai Zhining, let her be buried with Wu Nian!

Wu Nian looked at the dragon horns and sharp claws sweeping towards him from all directions, his expression looking particularly solemn.

"Little monk, we will die here today." Bai Zhining looked at Wu Nian seriously.

"No, I won't let you die." Wu Nian slowly showed a weak smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden giant Buddha roared, and countless golden lights emerged from behind, turning into thousands of countless hands. They were intertwined and pounced on the nine dragon heads and claws!

The Thousand-Armed Buddha is called Thousand-Armed Buddha because it really has a thousand hands.

But these hands were not strong, and they were quickly defeated by the sharp claws, but they were quickly swung out again.

Going back and forth slowed down Kowloon one after another.

"I'll come back as soon as I go." Wu Nian turned around and gave Bai Zhining a reassuring smile.

But his smile was extremely forced, and his lips had become pale and chapped at some point.

These thousand hands cost him so much energy.

Wu Nian jumped up in the air, flew in front of Huikong, and looked at his ferocious face.

"It's really pitiful. Instead of becoming a Buddha, I became a demon first." Wu Nian sighed softly.

But it was just a sound, and after that sound, he waved a palm out of thin air, simple and unpretentious

One palm is Shaolin's Arhat Palm, which is also the simplest palm.

But it is this palm that washes away all the depravity, returns to nature, and allows you to see your true heart.

There are many people who have lost their original intention in pursuit of more powerful power, more precious mental methods and weapons. They don't know that the simplest is often the most powerful.

"Wake up!" Wu Nian shouted softly.

He slapped Huikong's chest with one palm, just like he slapped Luo Song's chest with his palm in Banished Immortal City.

It's just that the first palm is to relieve Luo Song's sorrow, and the second palm is to help Huikong get rid of his inner demons.

A monk will also have inner demons, because he is also a human being. Just like Huikong, his inner demon is Wu Nian, who is better than him and whose Taoism is more advanced than him.

Because of jealousy, I hate, because of hatred, I am jealous. This cycle goes on and on, and I finally fall into a knot that I can't get out of.
Chapter completed!