Longevity starts with choosing Hextech enhancement

Chapter 278 I hope you're not too weak and spoil my fun.
At the center of the ruins, there is a small hill.

At the top of the hill stands a towering wooden tower.

More than a dozen disheveled figures rushed over, landing panting heavily on the mountain.

"Look ahead, that's the flag of Pudu Temple!"

"Great, we are finally saved!"

"As long as we join forces, we will definitely be able to hold out until the ruins are finished."

Everyone rushed over immediately, as if they had found their pillar of support.

Although those who managed to break out of the trapped formation were mostly elites from various sects.

Objectively speaking, everyone knows that Pudu Temple is the most powerful force in the Compassionate Ocean.

They rushed here to seek help from the monks of Pudu Temple.

Fortunately, the plan looks like it's going to succeed.

They heard the commotion and cries for help outside.

Arhat Fazhao, who had just collected two ancient Buddhist scriptures from the wooden pagoda, came out and said, "Amitabha, please be patient, everyone. What has happened?"

After a brief conversation.

The monks of Pudu Temple also learned that a major change had occurred in the ruins, with a large group of unidentified evil cultivators joining forces to hunt down the other cultivators.

"I see!"

One of the Arhats suddenly realized, "I felt something was strange about those people before. When did so many body cultivators appear here? Sure enough, there's something wrong with them."

"Now it seems that they want to take advantage of the anti-flight restrictions within the ruins to leverage the combat advantages of body cultivators."

He said this, but his tone was relaxed, showing no sign of panic.

It's not for any other reason, but because the path of Buddhist cultivation differs significantly from that of Taoism.

Although not all Buddhist practitioners cultivate their bodies, the Buddhist sect places great importance on the process of forging a golden body when breaking through to the third stage.

Even the name of the realm is called Golden-bodied Arhat.

Therefore, all Buddhist disciples who can cultivate to this stage possess a certain level of physical training skills, the only difference being the amount.

In other words, all the Arhats at Pudu Temple are at least partially spiritual practitioners.

They weren't afraid of being at a disadvantage when encountering body cultivators under the restrictions of the ruins.

"Amitabha Buddha, please rest assured, all benefactors."

Arhat Fazhao immediately stated: "To convert those in the world who harbor evil thoughts has always been the goal of Pudu Temple."

"Please take a short rest, and then we will return to the canyon together to rescue the people."

He dared to agree so readily because he had the confidence to back it up.

Not to mention that Pudu Temple brought a total of thirteen Arhats this time, so they were not at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Moreover, they also carried protective amulets bestowed upon them by the temple.

Even in the face of unexpected events, as long as we are united, we have the absolute power to protect ourselves.

Therefore, Arhat Fazhao not only readily agreed, but also thoughtfully arranged for everyone to meditate and regulate their breathing, taking the opportunity to gain favors from various powerful forces.

However, before they could return to the canyon to rescue the people...

A figure wearing a bronze mask appeared in the distance, and immediately turned back to report the news.

A short while later, seven or eight burly men arrived with three bronze-masked cultivators.

Four of the burly men were carrying a large bench on their shoulders.

On the bench, a plump young man in black robes reclined, with a female cultivator at the Golden Core stage whom he had just captured in his arms.

Seeing the enemy closing in, many cultivators stood up nervously.

At the same time, they looked expectantly at Arhat Fazhao.

Fortunately, he lived up to expectations and stood at the very front, protecting everyone behind him.

"Amitabha Buddha, this is a pure Buddhist place. You have come here with evil spirits, please stop here."

Fazhao Luohan stared intently at the black-robed youth who had violated the female cultivator, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

His aura immediately rose steadily, naturally exuding the pressure of a Golden Core Great Perfection cultivator.

Even more surprisingly, a faint golden light emanated from his body.

"Buddha's light shines upon my body!"

Immediately, a cultivator exclaimed in disbelief, "Could it be that Master Fazhao has already reached the fourth level?"

A arhat standing nearby explained with a proud smile, "Brother Fazhao has only taken half a step so far, but he will be able to fully advance in the next stage soon."

Everyone took a closer look.

Although the Buddha's light was faintly visible, it was erratic and not strong enough, indeed still a step away from being a fourth-level Zen master.

Even so, they were already ahead of everyone else present.

Once you take that step, advancing to the next level is truly just a matter of time.

It's almost certain that Fazhao Luohan will live to be no more than a hundred years old.

"Great!"

The cultivators immediately felt much more at ease.

Some monks exclaimed, "Master Fazhao truly lives up to his reputation as a top disciple of Pudu Temple; he is indeed remarkable!"

In short, inspired by the Buddha's light, everyone became happy and no longer nervous.

"Oh?"

The young man in black robes sat up slightly on the bench, pulled his hand away from the female cultivator's chest, and his expression became a little more serious.

He looked Fazhao Luohan up and down and nodded: "Not bad, finally there's an opponent who doesn't seem so weak."

"Who is he?"

A bronze mask immediately replied, "Your Highness, he is the number one young talent in the Compassionate Sea, the Arhat Fazhao of Pudu Temple."

Upon hearing this, the young man in black robes nodded again.

First, he pushed the female cultivator directly from the bench to the ground.

He then slammed his hand on the bench, causing the four burly men to grunt in unison.

Using the momentum, he leaped up and landed directly at the front: "Very good, only someone of this status deserves my personal attention."

He pointed directly at Arhat Fazhao: "I will give you three breaths to prepare."

"I hope you won't appear too weak and spoil my fun."

After saying that, he neither took out his magical artifact nor activated his spiritual power, but actually stood there and waited for three breaths.

Clearly, he was not frightened by the Buddha's light shining on him; on the contrary, his eyes showed some interest.

Upon seeing this, Arhat Fazhao frowned slightly and immediately became alert.

Such an arrogant attitude is either a sign of utter stupidity or a complete lack of fear.

Although he couldn't understand why the other party could be so arrogant, he figured it wouldn't hurt to take them seriously.

Despite his pride and reluctance to be outdone in terms of presence, Fazhao Luohan did not take the opportunity to retrieve his spiritual weapon prematurely.

However, he was also secretly reciting Buddhist scriptures and had prepared his spiritual power in advance.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good and what's good!"

Seeing that Fazhao Luohan did not take out his magical weapon, the black-robed youth immediately snorted coldly.

He lifted his foot and pushed off the ground, instantly disappearing from his original spot.

The next instant, he appeared directly behind Arhat Fazhao.

He swung his fist, the size of a sandbag, and smashed it directly at his head.

That punch was thrown out without a sound.

The speed of the punch was so fast that the sound of it cutting through the air was too fast to keep up with.

Fortunately, the moment he noticed the black-robed youth disappear, Fazhao Luohan immediately became alert.

Without thinking twice, he instinctively activated the Vajra Mantra to bless himself.

Suddenly, his entire body shone with golden light, as if he had been draped in a golden robe.

"when!"

First came a loud, metallic clang.

"Crack!"

Then a long tear appeared in the robe.

"Tap Tap!"

Immediately afterward, under the tremendous impact, Fazhao Luohan staggered forward three steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

"Senior brother, watch out behind you!"

Finally, a monk belatedly arrived and offered his reminder.

Although he immediately warned the young man in black the moment he saw him, the other party moved too fast and he didn't have time to report back.

"what?"

"How could this be?"

"Such speed, such fast punches!"

Those behind were all greatly shocked upon seeing this.

After only one move, Fazhao Luohan was already at a disadvantage.

Judging from this situation, has the young man in black robes already taken that step as well?
Realizing this, everyone's hearts, which had been at ease, were now on edge again.

In this way, their hopes were entirely pinned on Arhat Fazhao.

After all, if even he lost, then who else could deal with that black-robed youth?
I'm afraid they'll all become victims of each other's blades.

"What a powerful punch!"

As the person directly involved, Fazhao Luohan felt even more clearly just how powerful that punch was.

Even though he had already channeled his true energy to help deflect the force, he was still hit by the shock of the punch, causing his blood to rush to his head and his face to turn red.

That black-robed youth possessed superhuman strength; he was practically inhuman!

Fazhao Luohan narrowed his eyes. If this situation continued, he feared he would be defeated in just a few moves.

He must strike first to avoid a direct clash of forces.

Thinking of this, he shouted a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha!"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and pushed them out horizontally.

Immediately, a pair of enormous golden handprints appeared, closing together from the left and right, attempting to trap the black-robed youth in the middle.

The golden handprint wasn't fast, but it carried an invisible binding force.

Ordinary cultivators, when faced with this situation, would simply be pinned to the spot, unable to move, and helplessly watch themselves being suppressed by the Buddha's hand.

However, the young man in black robes remained calm and showed no signs of restraint.

With a leap backward, he easily jumped out of the Buddha's Hand's range.

However, he did not give up, but instead clenched his fist again and swung it forward.

Immediately, dozens of blue fists appeared around him and rushed forward one after another.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The blue fist collided with the golden Buddha hand, and the Buddha hand was pierced through on the spot.

There were even extra fists that landed directly on Arhat Fazhao.

It completely tore away the already damaged golden robe covering his body.

"Pfft~!"

The last two fists struck Fazhao Luohan's chest, immediately causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.

In this magical exchange, he lost to his opponent once again.

What's even more terrifying is that the black-robed youth, despite having already jumped out of the Buddha's hand's range, still chose to confront it head-on.

It's obvious that they're deliberately showing off their power.

It demonstrates its overwhelming strength with facts.

"Brother!"

"Big Brother!"

"Master Fazhao!"

The crowd gasped again, staring in disbelief at the scene before them.

Despair and bewilderment welled up in many people's eyes. Where did this black-robed cultivator come from, and how could he be so powerful?
It should be noted that in the past, many people considered Fazhao Arhat to be the undisputed number one among the third-level cultivators of the Compassionate Sea.

However, at this point, he was suffering repeated defeats.

He was beaten and coughed up blood in just two moves.

This is how to do?
Many cultivators panicked. Even the Arhat Fazhao couldn't defeat them. Did this mean they were going to be slaughtered by those evil cultivators today?

"What do you mean by 'number one'? Is this all you've got?"

The black-robed cultivator stood still, frowning. "They are far too weak and not worthy of being my opponent."

"I'll give you three more breaths. Quickly unleash your strongest power."

Such arrogant mockery would infuriate anyone who heard it.

However, Arhat Fazhao remained calm and composed.

He no longer cared about saving face, nor was he affected by being looked down upon.

Since the other party had given him another chance, he immediately took out a bottle of Buddhist water and sprinkled it on himself.

Then he took out a string of Buddhist prayer beads and held them up in mid-air.

Finally, he activated the secret technique, and the Buddhist light around his body immediately became much brighter, and his aura also increased by three points.

"Vajra subdues the demon!"

As soon as three breaths had passed, Arhat Fazhao took the initiative and immediately charged forward.

In that instant, a Vajra phantom seemed to appear on his body, glaring angrily and wielding a vajra pestle to strike down with all its might!

At the same time, the prayer beads in mid-air also fell down, launching an attack from both above and below.

"This move looks pretty good."

A slight smile appeared on the young man's face.

He stood still with his hands behind his back, while nine streams of water shot up into the sky behind him, twisting and swaying.

It resembles both nine wagging tails and nine raging giant pythons.

"go with!"

As the young man in black robes raised his right hand, he extended his index finger and pointed it at Arhat Fazhao.

The nine streams of water immediately became several times more violent, crashing down together.

"boom!"

There was a deafening roar.

The prayer beads in the sky were instantly shattered, scattering in all directions like fireworks, and no one knows where they fell.

The Vajra phantom underground was also mercilessly blasted to pieces.

"Oh!"

The raging torrent of water swept over and tore the suddenly appearing scarecrow to pieces.

"Well!"

Suddenly, Fazhao Arhat appeared beside the crowd in the distance.

Although his jaw was clenched, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and his face turned deathly pale.

Clearly, the two are not on the same level at all.

If it weren't for the straw doll's strength, he would probably have been strangled by the water.

"A piece of trash is a piece of trash; you won't be able to use it even if you're given a chance."

The black-robed youth scoffed, then deliberately shifted his gaze from the Arhat Fazhao to the other cultivators.

"Is there anyone else who can step forward and let me stretch my muscles a bit?"

"Or rather, is your Compassionate Ocean now just a bunch of useless trash?"

His words were undoubtedly an insult to everyone present, and even to the entire Ocean of Compassion.

However, despite their indignation, none of the cultivators dared to step forward.

Even the Arhat Fazhao was defeated, and defeated so decisively.

Rushing in would only make them a laughingstock, and they'd just be throwing their lives away.

Some people were even secretly glancing left and right, looking for a way to continue their escape.

After all, things have come to this point, and it seems there's no way to turn back now.

"Senior Brother, how are you?"

Several Arhats rushed forward; some took out magical weapons for defense, while others carefully helped and inquired about the situation.

"I'm okay."

Arhat Fazhao was shaken, but he did not forget that now was not the time to be lost in thought.

He immediately shouted, "Everyone, form ranks immediately!"

As he spoke, he waved his hands and pulled out a ten-foot-long battle flag, which he planted right at his feet.

Immediately, a beam of Buddhist light shone forth, outlining the phantom of a Vajra with its eyes closed in the air.

Upon hearing this, all the Arhats present took out a three-foot-long array flag and responded to the great formation.

Immediately, twelve rays of Buddhist light rose up and merged into the illusory image.

Having been replenished, the phantom began to gradually solidify.

"This... could this be the legendary Vajra Demon-Suppressing Formation?"

"That's right! They actually carried the array flags. We're safe now."

"Everyone, quickly hide inside the formation, don't be left outside."

The dozen or so cultivators immediately huddled together beneath the Vajra phantom for protection.

The Vajra Demon-Suppressing Formation of Pudu Temple is renowned throughout the entire Compassionate Sea.

Once formed, it is unbreakable within three tiers unless attacked by an enemy force five times its size.

It is a super defensive formation within Pudu Temple that can be ranked alongside the Purple Gold Bodhi Tree as one of the five great Buddhist treasures.

I searched the entire Ocean of Compassion and found no other great formation with such miraculous effects.

The number of evil cultivators on the other side was less than the number of Arhats present.

Even if we include the other men who didn't chase after us, the number would definitely not exceed twice the original number.

Even though the black-robed youth's strength far exceeded their expectations, he alone could not bridge such a large gap.

As long as they stay within the formation, they can safely persist until the ruins are finished.

The cultivators breathed a sigh of relief as they successfully hid within the formation.

"Hmph, just as described in the ancient texts, if you can't beat them, you hide and become a coward!"

The young man in black robes showed a hint of disdain on his face: "I didn't expect that after so many years, you really haven't made any progress at all."

"They're still using these outdated methods."

"No surprises at all, it's really boring."

As he spoke, he glanced at one of the Arhats, nodded slightly, and gave him a meaningful look.

Upon receiving the signal, the Arhat not only immediately put away the array flags in his hand, but also took out a gourd and crushed it on the spot.

Immediately, drops of blood splattered out, instantly staining the entire Vajra phantom with a layer of red light.

Immediately, two streams of bloody tears seemed to fall from the illusory figure's face, and it gradually disappeared from sight.

The Vajra Demon-Suppressing Formation, which should have been indestructible, collapsed directly from within.

"Senior Brother Yuanbei, what are you doing?"

"Senior Brother Yuanbei, you... how could it be you?"

"Brother Yuanbei, why did you betray us?"

……

The other Arhats around were immediately dumbfounded, staring in disbelief at their familiar yet unfamiliar companions.

However, the Round Stele Arhat seemed not to have heard their questions at all.

He was simply looking at Arhat Fazhao, a slight smile even appearing on his face.

"Quiet!"

Arhat Fazhao interrupted the crowd and looked at Arhat Yuanbei: "We have been fellow disciples for fifty years. I only have one question for you."

"What benefits could they possibly offer you that made you choose to betray them?"

As the successor carefully nurtured by Pudu Temple, he remained remarkably calm even in the face of such a situation.

While the other disciples were questioning the Round Stele Arhat.

He immediately began to think about the reasons for all of this and tried to salvage the situation.

However, Arhat Fazhao really couldn't understand it.

As a core disciple of Pudu Temple, enjoying the highest level of resource support, why would Yuanbei Luohan be the traitor?

The round-stele Arhat answered readily: "Your Highness has promised that after the matter is accomplished, you will bestow upon me a relic."

These words immediately stunned all the Buddhist practitioners around.

This was immediately followed by the crowd's angry rebukes.

"Brother Yuanbei, you've gone mad!"

"Yuanbei, I never imagined you would be such a shameless and wicked villain!"

"Junior Brother Yuanbei, do you know what you're saying?"

Even the Arhat Fazhao couldn't help but question, "How could you do such a thing as betraying your master and ancestors!"

"fart!"

The round-stele arhat's face contorted with rage: "What do you mean by betraying one's master and ancestors? Those old bald monks have been dead for so long. What's the use of keeping their relics and burning incense and worshipping them every day?"

"I'd rather take it and use it as resources for breaking through to a higher level!"

A nearby Arhat shouted, "Round Stele, don't forget your roots!"

“If it weren’t for Zen Master Jingchen seeing your diligent practice and taking you into the Bodhidharma Academy, you would still be a sweeping monk now.”

"Is this how we repay the kindness of Zen Master Jingchen?"

Upon hearing this familiar name, the Round Stele Arhat immediately became excited: "Kindness? Hahaha, what a joke!"

He pointed at Arhat Fazhao: "As fellow disciples, you have Zen Master Jingchen helping you collect spiritual items for breaking through ranks. Any good things will be given to you first."

Why should I have to suffer so much? Why should I always have to wait for the next opportunity?

"Why?"

"What you refuse to give me, His Highness is willing to bestow upon me. The opportunities you refuse to give me, His Highness is willing to grant to me."

"If we're talking about favors, then it's Your Highness who has shown me favor!"

Another Arhat looked at the nearly insane Round Stele Arhat and said disdainfully, "Hmph, I misjudged you. But don't be so smug, the ruins will end sooner or later."

"You've committed such a traitorous act; you won't have a good end when you get out."

"Even if you collude with villains to harm us, you will naturally be expelled from the sect by Zen Master Jingchen after you leave."

Without a doubt, if more than ten core disciples were trapped in the ruins, it would attract the highest level of attention from Pudu Temple.

"Hahaha, you bunch of fools, you have no idea what a noble status His Highness has."

The Round Stele Arhat burst into laughter: "You know nothing!"

"There's no need to wait until we get out. That old bastard Jingchen is probably already too busy taking care of himself."

Ok?
His words left everyone present speechless and terrified.

The Taoist school refers to fourth-level cultivators as Nascent Soul True Lords, while the Buddhist school refers to them as Zen Masters.

In other words, someone is trying to harm a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and the other party is a top-tier power like Pudu Temple.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Some monks even suspected they were hallucinating.

How is this possible?
If such a thing were to happen, wouldn't the entire Ocean of Compassion be thrown into chaos?

"Wow, is that even possible?"

A cheerful voice rang out from the foot of the hill: "Where did you get this information from? Is it really true?"

Everyone turned to look.

A young man dressed in white feather robes walked up slowly with a curious expression.

A cultivator in the crowd widened his eyes instantly: "Fellow Daoist Xiao!"

(End of this chapter)