"Although the ice is cold, but it is weak, how can it withstand the burning of the sea of fire!" The monk flicked his sleeves and the sea of fire around him immediately disappeared, and the red leaves flew again and fell down.
Having said this, the monk's eyes moved away from the smoke and fell on the lonely emperor, "This donor, what's your answer?"
"If you don't dry up even if you drop water, you will return to the rivers and seas!" The Lonely Emperor said solemnly, looking at Ye Shaohan with a vague gaze, and he seemed to understand something.
A smile appeared at the corner of the monk's mouth. The monk raised his right hand again, and a drop of water flowed in the palm of his hand. At the same time, the monk flicked his left hand, and the water flowed up to the nine heavens, and the surrounding area seemed to become an ocean.
Standing on the water, the monk turned his right hand over, and the water droplets slid down his fingertips and fell on the sea surface, causing a ripple.
Looking at the spreading ripples, the monk said to himself: "Rivers, lakes and seas are the mother of dripping water. No matter where the drop of water comes from, it is ultimately nurtured by rivers, lakes and seas. When it rises high in the sky, the scenery is infinite; when it falls on the ground, it is dark and endless.
Ya."
The sound of rushing water was endless, and the autumn wind blew by, causing the water to rush toward Ye Shaohan and others.
Ye Shaohan and others did not retreat, but still stood in place, letting the water flow over their knees.
The falling red leaves fell on the water and drifted with the current.
"Rivers, lakes and seas are the foundation of Dishui's development. Only when they merge into the majesty of rivers, lakes and seas can Dishui have the support to take off, the backing of lasing, the driving force to soar, and the calmness to advance and retreat freely." When it comes to this, the monk means.
He gave the proud man a long look, paused, and continued: "Working alone, you can be a leader for a while, but you can't achieve a big success; if you are alone, struggling against windmills, you will inevitably suffer disaster."
The moment the words fell to the ground, the water flowing out of them immediately disappeared.
Ye Shaohan glanced at the monk meaningfully and then smiled. This monk was quite interesting. He looked at the proud son, Lonely Emperor and others without any trace, returning to the Sword God Sect?
The howling autumn wind blew up the red leaves all over the sky, and the monk's figure also turned into the breeze and dispersed, and the Buddha's light all over the sky disappeared in the autumn wind.
"If you understand, you understand; if you don't understand, you understand!" The monk's words still echoed in the void, and the sound of the wooden fish in his ancient temple became louder and louder. When the sound of the wooden fish reached its highest level, the sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped.
"If you understand, you understand!" Ye Shaohan murmured, hell is part of the Martial God Continent after all, and everyone is prosperous. If the Martial God Continent is gone, will hell still exist?
Ye Shaohan smiled indifferently and took the lead to walk towards the ancient temple, the aroma of which hit his face.
The proud man glanced at Lonely Emperor and others, and then walked into the ancient temple with several elders of the Martial Arts Temple.
Yanchen, Lonely Emperor and others all remained silent for a long time.
Inside the ancient temple, there are many towers, with wisps of smoke flowing among them. There are some patterns carved around the towers, which are impressive scenes of some warriors from the Martial God Continent fighting against foreign enemies.
Walking on the stone path of the secluded path, Ye Shaohan felt peaceful. His eyes passed over the towers and fell on the sword pillar that reached the sky.
The afterglow of autumn flows among the towers, and the towers cannot cover up the sword pillar that reaches the sky.
Its Buddha light diffused between the towers, and Ye Shaohan and others were able to detect its eighteen powerful auras.
"Just destroy this sword pillar!" Yan Chen said coldly, his eyes sweeping over Ye Shaohan, Jiaozi and others.
Seeing that neither party made any move to destroy the sword pillar, Yanchen snorted slightly, stepped out, and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the sword pillar.
The golden Buddha light flashed, and eighteen figures emerged from the towers instantly like lightning, bringing with them fierce winds and attacking the smoke.
His face changed slightly, Yan Chen's figure stopped in vain, he swung out the sword in his hand, and struck the sword into the void, landing on the blazing Buddha's light with incomparable accuracy.
Bang bang! A dull sound sounded, and the figure that had just stopped in the smoke suddenly took a few steps back and fell back to its original position.
Whoosh! Eighteen figures once again disappeared into the surrounding towers, with only the golden Buddha light filling them.
"Eighteen Arhats!" Ye Shaohan murmured, his eyes sweeping between the towers. In just a moment, he could clearly feel the strength of the eighteen Arhats, which was comparable to the Spiritual Emperor realm.
"Eighteen Arhats form the Arhat Formation. Even a second-level warrior from the Spirit Emperor is in danger of falling if he falls into it!" the Life and Death Dragon whispered.
This point was explained by the Dragon of Life and Death before Ye Shaohan and others entered the Sword Tomb.
The proud man closed his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly.
The moment he took a few steps, the diffuse golden light circulated again, and eighteen figures appeared again, flying past.
Eighteen completely different wills were like chains, pulling on the body of the proud man. At the same time, eighteen vast and incomparable forces swept in.
The figure stopped, Jiaozi opened his eyes, looked at the passing Buddha's light with a calm expression, and said calmly: "The formation of the Eighteen Arhats was also recorded in the Sword God Sect!"
The sword energy flowed out from the tip of Jiaozi's five fingers like a whirlwind. Jiaozi clenched his five fingers into a fist and punched the golden Buddha's light that came from him: "To break this sword formation, the most important thing is to focus on one force."
Break all laws!"
Bang! The body shot out, and the pride's fist came crashing down. The churning sword energy tore apart the diffuse Buddha light, and a golden figure emerged in front of the pride.
Ignoring the so-called Arhat Formation, Jiazi chose the most direct way to break through the formation.
Bang! In an instant, the pride's fist suddenly landed on the golden figure, and the roar resounded. The Buddha's light around the golden figure became slightly dim, and the figure fell backwards.
However, none of its dozens of vast energies fell on the pride.
The vast energy tore apart the space, and the space surged with turbulence. The proud man could withstand the impact of these energies, and his figure was only slightly silent.
The moment the cracks in space spread, Jiaozi's figure appeared on top of another golden figure with a sneer, and his fist filled with sharp sword energy crashed onto it again.
Bang! This golden figure also retreated. At the same time, the offensive of the other Arhats fell on the proud man again.
A layer of flaming armor spread out from Jiaozi's body, and Jiaozi was torn together with the eighteen arhats, and loud roars could be heard.
Seeing this scene, Ye Shaohan nodded secretly, "Compared to the physical strength of the Holy Son's six-path body, his physical strength is even stronger!"
It is completely a head-on approach. This most direct approach will undoubtedly impact the body at all times. If the body is not strong enough, the only result will be death.
Lonely Emperor and others glanced at Ye Shaohan without trace. The guy's body was also quite strong, but between the two, whose physical strength was more terrifying?
It wasn't until a moment later that the proud man stepped back and calmly stood back to his original position. The clothes on his body were the same as before, without a single wrinkle.
Eighteen golden figures looked extremely dim and scattered around the tower, finally turning into light spots and shattering.
"Is the formation broken?" The Lonely Emperor frowned slightly and looked at the proud man with a solemn gaze. This man's cultivation was even more terrifying than that of the Blood Hell Emperor, and even as good as his own father.
"Not broken!" Shanquan whispered: "This so-called Arhat formation is divided into two formations: the inner and outer formations. The one this person broke was the outer formation. If the outer formation has been broken, then there is still the inner formation!"
Whoosh! The red leaves are fluttering in the wind, and their eighteen strong breaths emerge again in the tower. The spiritual energy from the Tomb of the Buddha's Samsara Sword condenses towards the top of the tower. The tower shows that the carved picture is immediately
Become lifelike and vivid.
The sunset dyed the entire void of the Buddha's Reincarnation Sword Tomb red, and red fire clouds hovered above the sword pillars.
Among the towers standing below it, the bright Buddha's light spread out from the towers, and in the lifelike picture, one after another figures came out.
The breath of vicissitudes of life rushed towards them, these people seemed to have walked out of ancient time and space. The eighteen figures were also filled with bright Buddha light, just like the previous Arhats.
However, compared to the aura that permeated the bodies of the previous Arhats, these Arhats had more of a chilling aura.
The Buddha's light filled the air, and his chanting voice echoed in vain across the nine heavens. Eighteen boundless wills surged toward Ye Shaohan and others like a tide, shattering the surging spatial turbulence and setting off waves of space waves.
The waves surged and the aftermath spread. Martial arts wills also appeared on Master Su and others, resisting the impact of these eighteen wills.
The proud man looked at the eighteen figures with a dull look and said calmly: "I have broken the outer formation. As for the inner formation, I will leave it to you. After all, you also want to enter the fifth level of the Sword Tomb, don't you?"
Having said this, the proud man's eyes fell on Ye Shaohan. This so-called Arhat Formation was left directly to the Fifth Generation. Fifth Generation, how much has your strength improved in the past few months?
With his eyes slightly closed, Jiaozi walked to both sides and sat on the red leaves on the ground with a leisurely expression, no longer paying attention to the so-called Arhat Formation.
"This guy?" Ye Shaohan shrugged helplessly. He knew that the proud man was using this to test his own strength.
Raising his eyes slightly, Ye Shaohan stared at the golden Buddha light and eighteen figures in front of him, and had to admit that this was indeed a huge challenge for him.
Eighteen Arhats who were comparable to the Spiritual Emperor Realm. Although these Arhats did not use magical powers and only barely used their wills and some simple moves, the sword array formed by them was still terrifying.
Ye Shaohan moved his muscles and bones slightly, and the crackling sound echoed out. At the same time, his extremely rich spiritual energy surged out of Ye Shaohan's body, and the pressure was overwhelming.
"Fifth Generation!" Seeing Ye Shaohan trying to break through the Arhat Formation alone, Xianxu tried to dissuade him. With his eyesight, he could naturally see the horror of this sword formation.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Don't worry, I have a sense of discretion!"
Having said this, Ye Shaohan turned around and smiled calmly, indicating that Zhang Ming and others did not need to worry.