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Chapter 450: Wuyan Arhat
Every inch of Wuchen Luohan's bones, blood, and muscles contains a rich power of death, a power of death that even the Buddha Realm Spiritual Essence that he is proud of cannot dissolve.

The power of Azure Dragon's Nirvana has nothing to do with good or evil, Tao or devil. It simply represents the irresistible power of death and decay between heaven and earth.

"Die!"

Maintaining such a powerful spiritual energy transformation and delivery continuously was a huge burden for Zhong Lin, and it also made his face extremely pale and revealed a hint of weakness.

"No... Venerable White Tiger... save me."

boom!
Wuchen Luohan's eyes were filled with despair. No matter how hard he tried, he could not extinguish the black flames on his body. He could only watch himself melt away bit by bit like a candle under the burning flames, and finally turn into a ball of ashes and dissipate between heaven and earth.

puff!
Zhong Lin fell from the air, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and his body could no longer maintain its half-human, half-dragon form.

His face was as pale as paper, his dantian was empty, and even the golden elixir that always shone with golden light was now dim.

At this moment, Zhong Lin had no strength left in his body. Even moving a finger was extremely difficult. Even an ordinary child could easily kill him.

tread! tread! tread! tread!
There were sounds of footsteps coming from the distance. It turned out to be Bian Yingjie and Chi Zhonglin returning. Chi Zhonglin was holding a platinum ball of light.

"Good boy, with the cultivation base of Yin Sha Realm, he crossed three small realms and killed Wu Chen Arhat. He is worthy of being the pride of Tianjian Holy Land, no, a monster."

Bian Yingjie looked at the ruins around him and Zhong Lin slumped in the ruins with shock. His eyes were full of disbelief. No matter how hard he thought, he could not imagine that Zhong Lin actually killed Wuchen Arhat.

Chi Zhonglin also looked at Zhong Lin with a puzzled expression. At this moment, the figure of his senior brother appeared in his mind, and at this moment, his senior brother actually overlapped with Zhong Lin.

"Another senior brother? The old man's vision is still so sharp."

Chi Zhonglin looked at Zhong Lin with a complicated expression. There was jealousy in his eyes, but more of it was envy.

He walked quickly to Zhong Lin, took out a pill and stuffed it into Zhong Lin's mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, and in just a moment he regained some strength.

"Senior brother..."

Chi Zhonglin patted everyone's shoulders twice and said, "Indeed, you killed a powerful warrior in the Life and Death Realm with the Yin-Yang Realm. You are worthy of being my junior brother. You did not bring shame to our Sword Pavilion. It's just that your methods were a bit rough. The swordsmanship of my Heavenly Sword Holy Land is unparalleled. If you can refine the "Return to Origin Sword Embryo", you can easily kill that bald donkey."

Zhong Lin did not refute, but smiled and said: "Brother, your teaching is correct. I will work hard."

It's not that he failed to master it, but the main reason is that Guiyuan Sword Embryo is not a martial art that can be mastered overnight. It needs to be honed and grown like a natal weapon. As of now, its power is not as strong as the Eight Styles of Qinglong.

Chi Zhonglin nodded in satisfaction, and finally looked at Bian Yingjie viciously.

"Bian Yingjie, you damned thing, you didn't even know you were set up. If Zhong Lin hadn't had some tricks to kill that bald donkey, the consequences would be disastrous. If anything unexpected happens, believe it or not, I will chop you alive."

Bian Yingjie rarely argued with Chi Zhonglin. He said to Zhong Lin with an apologetic look, "It was indeed my fault. I never thought that bald donkey would collude with the monster and almost harm you, Junior Brother Zhong Lin."

"Brother Bian, there is no need to blame yourself. No one would have thought that the bald donkey would be so despicable. However, those who do evil will eventually perish. Now he is dead and his cultivation of a hundred years is lost in an instant. This is also the retribution of cause and effect in the Buddhist realm." Zhong Lin said with a smile.

This time, he also tested his own strength. Although he was only at the Yin Sha level of the early Yin-Yang Realm, if he could unleash his full strength, he could fight even someone at the Life and Death Realm. Of course, this was assuming the opponent wasn't a genius.

Feeling that his spiritual energy had recovered by more than 30%, Zhong Lin slowly stood up, walked towards the pile of ashes where Wu Chen Arhat fell, and pulled out a Zen staff and a storage bracelet from it.

"This is the Nine-Gift Zen Staff. Most warriors in the Buddhist Realm use it as their natal weapon. It's a top-grade mystical weapon, and it's only one step away from being promoted to a treasure weapon. It's quite powerful. You can go back to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion to deal with it, or integrate it into your own natal weapon." Chi Zhonglin said.

Zhong Lin played with it with satisfaction and finally put it into the storage bracelet, then began to check Wu Chen Luohan's storage equipment.

When his divine sense probed in, even Zhong Lin was shocked when he saw what was inside.

"How many warriors has this bald donkey killed?" Zhong Lin exclaimed in shock.

Wuyan Luohan's storage bracelet was filled to the brim with supplies: elixirs, elixirs, weapons, natural treasures, protective gear, weapons, spiritual stones...

If these things were taken out, they would be enough to establish a small sect. Moreover, the things in them are even more varied, with the characteristics of each domain. It is obviously not something that one person can possess. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be left by the warriors he killed. After all, the White Tiger only devours the flesh and blood and natal weapons of warriors. The rest naturally became the spoils of Wuchen Luohan.

Zhong Lin waved his palm, and all the items on the storage bracelet were taken out and scattered all over the floor.

Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie were also shocked when they saw the mountain of supplies in front of them.

Bian Yingjie's eyes suddenly focused, and he grabbed the air with his right hand, and a ring-like weapon flew into his palm.

"Soul-stealing Ring? This is the weapon of Xu Ran from the Fire Domain. I was drinking and having fun with him last month. I thought he was returning to the Fire Domain, but I didn't expect that he had been killed." Bian Yingjie's face was extremely ugly.

"Not only that, I also know the owner of that Black Wind Blade, Hao Bochao from the Blade Domain, and the owner of that Mountain Splitting Axe, Gu Fusheng from the Battle Domain. It was such a relief for Wu Chen Bald Donkey to die."

Chi Zhonglin also recognized several familiar magical weapons. Anger surged in his eyes and his voice was gnashed.

Zhong Lin didn't have any feelings about it, mainly because he was not familiar with them.

"Second Brother, Senior Brother Bian, don't you see that there are things you need in here? If there are, feel free to take them." Zhong Lin said,

Bian Yingjie waved his hand and said, "After all, these are the spoils of your life-and-death struggle. We two are too embarrassed to take them. By the way, let your second brother help you deal with these things later. You must not do it yourself."

"Yes, some of these things are marked with marks and are too conspicuous. I will help you deal with them and exchange them all for Zhenyuan Pills or Spirit Stones."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Zhong Lin did not refuse. After all, he was not familiar with the Five Elements Secret Realm and could not compare with these two old hands.

After a period of selection, all the spiritual stones, spiritual medicines, and basic materials such as natural treasures were stored in the storage bracelet, and the rest were handed over to Chi Zhonglin for processing.

However, what surprised Zhong Lin was that he actually found a jade book from it.

The Dharmakaya of the Central Acala

(End of this chapter)