Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

The monks realized the seriousness of the situation. Although the number of people who set up the Arhat Formation was eighteen, thirty-six, or even five hundred, they did not have enough people at present. But they could not care about that now. They immediately stepped on the mysterious Buddhist steps, their bodies intertwined, and in an instant, they formed a huge and perfectly formed formation.

However, those who understand the Arhat Formation can see at a glance that three of the formation's key points are illusory.

The moment the Arhat formation was completed, a resounding bell echoed from the depths of the void, piercing the clouds. Before the bell's sound faded, the earth trembled slightly, as if a sleeping giant was awakening.

Countless pale golden Sanskrit traces appeared in the void, tightly weaving together the aura and power of each Arhat, forming a magnificent Dharma net that covered the sky and enveloped the earth.

As soon as the grand formation was completed, brilliant pure golden Buddhist light suddenly burst forth from the core of the fifteen array eyes. This light did not scatter, but was condensed as a substance, rapidly spreading and outlining outwards, instantly forming an enormous, slowly rotating "Vajra Mandala". The petals were all composed of flowing Vajra runes, with sharp edges like divine weapons, exuding a sharp intent that could cut through the void.

At the heart of the flower, a semi-transparent, enormous, vajra-shaped phantom of a Bhikkhu stands proudly, its tip pointing directly at the falling golden crow. The body of the vajra is swirling with the three fundamental mantras "Om, Ah, Hum," radiating an immense pressure that suppresses the universe and is impervious to all laws.

Once this Vajra Realm was formed, it was like an iron wall surrounding it, but at the same time, like the Golden Crow, it was suppressed by the Hetu and Luoshu.

outside world.

"It's actually the Arhat Formation."

"I've heard that tens of thousands of years ago, the Bitter Sea sent eighteen Arhats to suppress the spirit medium demons. It was the Arhat Formation they set up that eliminated several spirit medium demons, making a great contribution." An elder of the Immortal Sect seemed to know some secrets from back then, and exclaimed in surprise.

Even in the sea of ​​suffering, the Buddha said, "Although this Arhat Formation is incomplete, it is still sufficient to suppress the remnants of spiritual beings."

As soon as the words were spoken, in the image reflected in the Hetu Luoshu, the Golden Crow crashed into the rotating Vajra Mandala petals, immediately producing a deafening metallic friction and cracking sound. The flames on the Golden Crow's body were cut, disintegrated, and purified layer by layer by the runes flowing on the petals, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating. Furthermore, the illusory image of the Vajra Pestle vibrated incessantly, emitting a deep and majestic hum, forming an invisible "Demon-Suppressing Sound Domain." The Golden Crow felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead and mercury, and every movement was extremely sluggish, as if all its power was tightly imprisoned.

This scene elicited laughter from both the Immortal Cult and the Sea of ​​Bitterness factions.

The powerful members of the White Jade Tiger Clan also praised the strength of the Arhat Formation.

However, their smiles quickly froze.

Suddenly, the nine suns trailing behind the golden crow merged into a single line. The dim flames on the golden crow's body seemed to be replenished, burning once more intensely and disregarding all defenses. It itself was the sharpest spear and the hottest fire, instantly melting away the Vajra Mandala.

Upon seeing this, the fifteen contestants from the Bitter Sea at the center of the formation immediately transformed their figures, stepped into the Big Dipper, and chanted the Vajra Subduing Demon Sutra in unison. Each syllable they uttered condensed into a leaping golden thunder pearl in the void, within which the faint phantom of a miniature vajra could be seen.

As the chanting grew louder and more expansive, countless thunderous beads hummed and trembled, poised to unleash their power.

At the heart of the formation, Fa'er's eyes widened in fury, his tongue spitting out a thunderous roar: "Hmph!"

In an instant, thousands of thunder pearls, like heavenly soldiers receiving a command, transformed into a torrential "rain of vajras." This "rain" was not random; each vajra pestle possessed precise Buddhist wisdom, following the golden crow's every acupoint.

However, faced with this "rain of Vajra Pestle", the Golden Crow simply flapped its wings, and the trailing Nine Suns exploded with dazzling light. In an instant, all the thunder pearls burst open in mid-air.

"laugh"

Mouthfuls of blood gushed from the mouths of Fa'er and all the other contestants from the Bitter Sea. Their faces were pale, as if they had suffered severe injuries.

Fa'er's expression also changed drastically, as if he had not expected the Golden Crow Dharma Form to be so terrifying.

"The Rope for Subduing the Dragon, a Sacrifice to the Arhats"

Fa'er was extremely decisive. He immediately pointed to his chest and drew out a drop of his heart's essence blood. His face turned even paler. All the Bitter Sea contestants in the formation followed suit, drawing out their own essence blood, then stopping their movements, sitting cross-legged in the void, and forming a complex and profound "Demon Binding Seal" with their hands.

Golden light surged around them, and behind each of them rose a solid, golden Arhat-like phantom. These Arhat phantoms had expressions ranging from angry and compassionate to serene, but their gazes were all fixed on the central golden crow image. "Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

A grand and solemn chant resounded throughout heaven and earth. As the mantra played, the phantom images of fifteen Arhats simultaneously extended their golden arms, from which countless fine, hair-like yet incredibly strong dark gold Sanskrit chains spewed forth.

These chains seemed to possess a life of their own, ignoring spatial distance and the protective flames of the Golden Crow. Like serpents that have smelled blood, they precisely coiled around the Golden Crow's limbs, joints, acupoints, and even the source of its power deep within.

“The Arhat Formation Divine Power.” Outside, Feng Qi uttered softly, as if recalling something, and then couldn’t help but sigh.

Upon hearing this, Huang Yi's beautiful face paled slightly. According to the notes left by her ancestors, many of her benefactors had perished under the power of the Arhat Formation.

Even our benefactor, who was so powerful, has perished.

"Chen Mo."

"Hmph, sacrificing one's life essence? A trivial skill."

Seeing that the Golden Crow Dharma Form was bound, Chen Mo bit his finger without hesitation, drew out a drop of essence blood, and then flicked it into the Golden Crow's body.

Instantly, the nine blazing sun phantoms trailing behind the Golden Crow's eyes began to spin and enlarge.

"Wow—"

With a clear cry, it was no longer a proclamation, but a decree, commanding the light and heat of heaven and earth to obey its orders. Its wings suddenly spread to their limit, and in an instant, it broke free from the Sanskrit chains that bound it.

The nine blazing suns that were trailing behind him suddenly floated behind his head and slowly rotated in an extremely mysterious trajectory, just like a Dharma wheel.

In an instant, the light and heat between heaven and earth seemed to be completely drained and concentrated here, and the entire space became a strange "bright darkness". The sky lost its color and only pure light remained. However, this light was not dazzling. Instead, it carried a suffocating silence, as if the end of all things had come.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The Hetu Luoshu unleashed three consecutive suppressions, restraining the aura of the Golden Crow.

But this still couldn't change the fact that the Golden Crow Arhat Formation was destroyed.

"Zi!"

With a gentle flap of its wings, the illusory Arhat figures behind Fa'er and the others were miraculously decomposed and purified. The golden light on their bodies seemed to be corroded, emitting a hissing sound. The next moment, they seemed to be scorched, letting out bone-scraping, heart-wrenching howls.

Then, some of the weaker monks were first burned to charcoal, and then collapsed and dissipated rapidly like a clay pot, leaving not even a trace behind.

Unable to withstand the scorching heat, Fazhao quickly took out the "purple-gold alms bowl" given to him by his master to protect himself.

Fa'er realized something was wrong and quickly activated his own vital energy. (End of Chapter)