Once upon a time

The more He Tian spoke, the angrier he became, he flipped his hands and shot out several blue lights, which flew into the air and exploded, turning into a light curtain that covered the entire valley.

The white-clothed scholar laughed loudly and said, "This valley is sealed by me, so you don't even think about leaving here. Today I will sacrifice your head to the souls of thousands of people who died tragically in Qinghe Village."

"Amitabha, the sin is serious. Although the Buddha said when is the time to repay the injustice, the poor monk broke the precept of killing today to avenge the dead monk." After Ji Hui said, the yellow flames all over his body exploded in all directions. It was incinerated as soon as it came out.

After a while, only Ying Lao, Monk Ji Hui, He Tian, ​​the purple-clothed swordsman and Ye Quan were left in the valley.

Ji Hui, He Tian, ​​and the purple-clothed swordsmen formed a triangle and surrounded Yinglao, who had a bitter expression on his face.

Ye Quan looked at the situation, and if nothing happens today, Elder Ying will be broken up by these three people and fall.

But there was a sinister smile on Old Ying's face; "I was going to let you go, monk, but I didn't expect you to be like this. I will not be polite to you old man, let's see if you three are better or I, the Arhat Formation of the Heavens, are better." .”

After all, Ying Lao raised his hands, and 36 light spots flew into the air, forming a formation.Ye Quan felt the great terror, just like what he felt at Elder Li last time, and there were many more, didn't it?

Ji Hui took a closer look and found that the light spots cast by Yinglao were brown beads, each of which exuded a faint golden light.

Ji Hui was shocked: "Is this all relics?"

Elder Ying laughed: "That's right, each of these relics is the relics of monks in the Nascent Soul Stage. I collected 24 of them everywhere, as for the remaining twelve. Hunt and kill monks in the Nascent Soul stage in Jiulingzhou, and use their corpses to refine them into relics."

After hearing this, Ji Hui angrily tore off the gray clothes, revealing the precious robes inside; "You villain, the poor monk will send you to the eighteenth level of hell today, and you will never be reborn forever."

Not only was Ying Lao not angry, but he looked crazy and laughed: "Why did I come here today? He Tian, ​​your good brother, in order to make a poultry fire fan for your good nephew, gave me thousands of feathers that I have raised for a hundred years. The eagles were slaughtered, even the unborn eaglets were not spared. My silly girl went to ask for the explanation, but your brother broke up the Nascent Soul on the spot. Do you know my hatred and my suffering? As for the relic, I I just want to say that a group of monks broke into my ancestral house a hundred years ago and killed my parents, wife and children indiscriminately. In the end, even the Yuanshen were forced to break up. Do you know that they would not be able to reincarnate .That's right, all the monks I hunted and killed were those who killed my close relatives. I learned from one of them the reason why I slaughtered my whole family. Hahahaha, it's because I got this jade stick of evil spirits, because of this If you want to slaughter my whole family, even the Yuanshen will not let you go."

Old Ying shed tears while talking, he took back the jade stick and sat down cross-legged.

"It doesn't matter if you think I'm cruel or vicious, or a bloodthirsty devil. Now that my only relative has left me, I have nothing to worry about today. If you guys stay behind, I won't be able to survive the next dawn." Ying Lao shouted , 36 relics in the air erupted with dazzling Buddha light.

Ji Hui and He Tian obviously didn't know the reason, and they all lamented, but just like what he said, if you don't try your best, you really can't see the next dawn.

The Buddha's light became one piece and turned into a group of golden clouds, and bursts of Buddhist voices chanted from the clouds, thick and deep, resounding through the sky.

Just when Ji Hui and the others were about to make a move, they saw dozens of golden-bodied arhats walking out of the golden cloud, each of them was tens of feet high, shining with golden light all over, and all of them exuded a terrifying aura.

There are a total of 49 golden arhats, each of which has the strength comparable to that of the Nascent Soul.

Yinglao hides in the depths of the golden cloud. If he wants to defeat Yinglao, he must fight these 49 golden arhats. On average, each of them needs to defeat seventeen or eight arhats.

Ji Hui sighed and said, "Sure enough, my xinxing is not yet at home, and I ordered to kill without asking why! Amitabha. If I survive this time by chance, I will definitely face the wall and recite Buddhist scriptures for a hundred years."

He Tian and the black-clothed swordsman didn't expect this either, and shook their heads and sighed. Sure enough, there must be a cause and an effect.

"Arhat formation, rise up!" Elder Ying shouted.

The 49 golden arhats shouted the Buddha's name loudly, and then rushed towards Ji Hui and the others in groups of three or four.

Now that the matter has come to this point, they can only bite the bullet and stick to it.

The sword light of the purple-clothed swordsman flashed, and a beam of sword light flew out, slashing at the body of a golden Arhat.

'呵啦', the flying sword that could cut off the mountain could only leave a shallow mark on the golden body arhat, and the golden body arhat didn't know the pain, a pair of big golden hands directly grasped the edge of the sword.

The purple-clothed swordsman cursed him as a monster in his heart, and couldn't help retreating with his sword. He didn't expect that there were five golden arhats behind him.He was instantly controlled by five golden arhats, one locked his throat, two locked his left and right arms, and the rest hugged his thighs.

After losing the magic power provided by the purple-clothed swordsman, the nimble flying sword fell straight from the sky.

"Brother He, help!" The swordsman in purple shouted for help to He Tian, ​​who was fighting hard not far away.

He Tian was powerless. Although this golden arhat did not know how to spell or use magic weapons, his physical strength was terrifying, and he was absolutely powerless.

Arhat, who had scratches on his body, hit the purple-clothed swordsman's right atrium with a vajra fist, shattering several ribs and damaging his heart and lungs.

'Pfft' The swordsman in purple spat out a mouthful of blood.

The arhat didn't wave his hand just yet, and punched his dantian one after another with Vajra fists. Within a cup of tea, the body of the purple-clothed swordsman was beaten beyond recognition, and the Nascent Soul escaped from the body.

The purple-clothed swordsman who had turned into a Nascent Soul kept howling, but the arhats remained unmoved. They grabbed the Yuanying who had fled far away and smashed it to pieces with one punch.

Seeing this, He Tian shouted in pain: "Brother Xu!"

"Amitabha, the sea of ​​Buddhas is boundless, if you turn your head, you will do it!" Ji Hui wanted to persuade Mr. Ying.

Elder Ying said sadly; "From the time when my parents, wife and children perished, I can no longer look back."

Ji Hui shook her head and sighed: "This matter is my Buddha's disgrace, I will definitely report it to Daleiyin Temple, and ask Elder Ying to put down his butcher knife."

There was no more sound from Jin Yunli, and the golden body Arhat also stopped moving.

"Forget it, forget it. Let's go, the old man is tired." Elder Ying's deep and helpless voice came from Jin Yun.

Ji Hui and He Tian put away the purple-clothed swordsman's skeleton and flew out of the valley, while the golden arhats returned to the golden cloud.

In a moment, the golden cloud dissipated.The person who caught the eye was not the radiant old Ying, but a skinny and bald old man.

Ye Quan waited for nearly three sticks of incense, but Ying Lao remained motionless, so he decided to step forward to see what happened.

Sure enough, Elder Ying had passed away, leaving only relics scattered all over the ground.

Ye Quan picked up the 36 relics and put them in the space ring. He didn't know how to take the rest, and he couldn't take them either.

Ye Quan drew out the Nine Yang Phoenix Fire of the Phoenix Feather Whip to incinerate the body of Yinglao and everything that belonged to him, "There is no effect without a cause in this world, good luck tricks people!"

Seeing that everything about Elder Ying was reduced to ashes and left with the wind, Ye Quan took the relic and left the place where karma ended.

Ye Quan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the unobstructed view of the underground, he was quite touched, and he decided to break through.

Ye Quan breathed quietly cross-legged, constantly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

The spiritual energy stored in the dantian was continuously purified and refined, and then flowed through Ye Quan's tendons, nourishing his Dao root and physical body.

After all, Ye Quan's current cultivation is not a step-by-step cultivation. Some air points and tendons are still blocked. In order to advance to Yuanying, these air points must be opened up.

After the spiritual energy circulated in the veins of the whole body for 36 small weeks, Ye Quan opened his eyes suddenly, all the spiritual energy was gathered together, and driven by the mana in the front acupoints, it hit the blocked acupoints in the back.

As time went by, Ye Quan gradually felt exhausted, but the clogged acupoint still remained silent, which meant that Ye Quan's attack might fail this time.

If it fails this time, the acupoints may be damaged.

"Whether you win or lose, it depends on the last blow." Ye Quan's head was already beaded with sweat, but he was determined that he would succeed.

Ye Quan took out the thunder beads, absorbed the aura of thunder and lightning from them, and turned them into impact energy.

Sixteen days later, under Ye Quan's impulse and buffer, the clogged acupuncture point finally loosened.

The barrier that had been hindering the flow of mana and spiritual power, like a dam, collapsed under the continuous impact of the river, and the spiritual energy in Ye Quan's body poured down and poured into the dredged acupuncture points.

The impact was successful, Ye Quan showed a smile on his face, let out a long breath, and expelled the turbid matter in the acupoints.

Ye Quan stood up and stretched his waist: "It takes so much effort just to hit the acupoints. The road to cultivating immortals is really long and arduous."

The author has something to say: It's late today, sorry!