Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 254 Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation

"Hey~"

The Sky-Splitter flew at incredible speed. With its innate talent "Flowing Light" activated, it left a trail of light in the air, creating a straight cloud mark that pierced through half the sky.

Liu Sheng stood on the back of the sparrow, gazing into the distance against the wind, his eyes flashing with an unusual light.

One strand, two strands, three strands... nineteen strands!

Nineteen strands of death energy surged within the Buddha's light, entangling the illusory figure of the Arhat.

This was the first time he had observed death energy, and he was determined to find out more about it.

Judging from the location, it was about 20 miles away, and it seemed to be an ambush of a certain target.

"So this deathly aura foreshadows that they not only failed in the end, but also lost their lives?"

Liu Sheng pondered for a moment, and combining this with the explanation of the "Crow Form" talent, he found the answer in his mind.

If that's the case, then the value of this "crow form" talent is extremely high!

Being able to sense death energy means being able to predict the outcome of a battle.

If one can predict the outcome of a crucial battle, it means one can influence the situation and thus control the overall trend of the world.

So, what is the price for such a terrifying talent?
You have a nosebleed!

At this moment, Du Bingyan, who was standing next to her, exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Sheng belatedly realized what was happening, so he wiped his nose; it was sticky and had a strong fragrance.

My head suddenly went blank, as if I'd been hit on the head with a club, and I saw stars before my eyes.

My whole body felt as if it had been drained dry!
Weakness and fatigue!
I knew it! There's no such thing as a free lunch!
Such an abnormal talent must have a cost and limitations to its use, and those costs will certainly not be small...

Liu Sheng's mind went blank. He quickly closed his eyes and took a few moments to catch his breath before he recovered.

Meanwhile, the Sky-Splitter had already carried them to the scene, but they remained hidden in the clouds and did not attract any attention.

Just then, a loud bang came from below, accompanied by shouts, curses, and the sound of turbulent air currents, all blending together in a lively cacophony—

"Wu Song, you have stolen our temple's martial arts and now you dare to fight back! You are truly lawless and have betrayed your master and ancestors!"

"The Black Tiger Zen Temple is merely a branch temple of this temple, and the martial arts it teaches are all basic. The fact that you can make a name for yourself in the martial world with these skills shows that you do have some talent..."

"Now, the world has changed drastically, and dragons and snakes have risen from the land. Our temple will forgive past transgressions and open its doors wide for your convenience. As long as you take refuge and observe the precepts, this old monk is willing to accept you as a disciple and teach you the true skill of subduing tigers..."

Is that Master?!

Liu Sheng was delighted after hearing a few words.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!
Previously, I was thinking about how vast these ruins were and how I could reunite with my master to try and secure a celestial connection in the Heavenly Palace.

No problem now.

He peered out, activating his innate "Falcon Form," and the scene on the ground magnified dramatically in his eyes.

Suddenly, a group of more than ten people formed a formation and surrounded the monk.

The ascetic was as tall as an iron tower, wearing an iron headband, a black monk's robe, white bone prayer beads, and carrying a yellow gourd. He held a monk's knife in one arm, its cold light gleaming.

Who else could it be but Tiger Demon Wu Song?!

As for the people surrounding him, they were all familiar faces; Liu Sheng had met them before.

The old monk at the head of the group had a kind face and a demeanor of a highly accomplished monk; he was Zen Master Deyun of Fuhu Temple.

The group of warrior monks from Fuhu Temple formed a formidable array around them, their muscles bulging, their bodies gleaming with a bronze sheen, and wielding long staffs.

Previously, on Ruoshui Buddha Island, there was a martial monk from Fuhu Temple who died in the Four Phases Tribulation Realm.

In addition, there were people from the Five Elements Sect, the Seven Clouds Sect, and the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect!
It's truly unbelievable that the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, which is clearly affiliated with the Prince of Jin's Mansion, is now joining forces with the Fuhu Temple, which supports the imperial court.

"It seems that both the imperial court and the Prince of Jin's mansion regard Master as a thorn in their side?"

Liu Sheng's lips curled into a smile; he understood. Whether it was the imperial court or the Prince of Jin's mansion, they were ultimately one family, locked in internal strife.

The master, however, defied the wanted criminals and the authorities, killing officials and generals. This was against the law, making him an enemy and a troublemaker. No matter who was in power, he had to be severely suppressed.

At this moment, Wu Song had a terrifying gash on his back, which stretched from his left shoulder to his right waist. The flesh was torn open and blood was dripping out, and the wound was segmented and vaguely resembled a whip.

Even more terrifying, there was a halo of light flowing around the wound, yellowish-brown in color, exuding a strong earthy aura. This not only hindered the healing of the wound but also slowly absorbed the essence of the surrounding earthy soil.

It formed a faint, ethereal mountain silhouette.

It looked as if Wu Song was carrying a small mountain on his back.

It severely affected his mobility.

It's a mountain-driving whip!

The mysterious swordsman beside Xie Bao!
No wonder Master, with his fiery temper, stopped and listened to their rambling.

If he were in any better shape, he would have already grabbed a knife and started hacking and slashing.

"Bah! Everything I do is upright and honorable. When did it become your place to criticize me, you filthy Buddhists?"
You're going to take me as your disciple?

You bald monk, your six senses are impure, your five aggregates are not empty, you're only thinking about scheming and forming cliques, what right do you have to deserve this?"

The next moment, the monks' shouts and curses rang out.

He raised the dagger in his hand, looked down at the monks with disdain, and let out a long howl:
"Back in the day, I wandered the Jianghu, gathered righteous men at Mount Fajiu, killed officials and rebelled, pleaded for the common people, fought in the south and north, and was always the vanguard in every battle."

We have slain generals and captured flags, charged into battle first, and cut off at least eight or ten thousand heads. You lowly people who put up signs to sell your heads, do you also want to take a head?
How ridiculous!

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a hammer striking a drum, with a demonic aura, each word booming and making people's eardrums ache.

This caused everyone present to change color.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the monk Deyun immediately chanted a Buddhist prayer, waved his staff, and shouted:
"You demon, you are stubborn and ignorant, and you do not understand the compassion of Buddhism!"
If that's the case, then I'll let you know that Buddha has the compassion of a Bodhisattva, but also the wrath of a Vajra!

Disciples, activate the Arhat Tiger-Subduing Formation!

"what!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of martial monks from Fuhu Temple shouted and stepped forward in an orderly fashion, clashing their long staffs while chanting Buddhist mantras.

In an instant, blood and qi surged, breaths became connected, and all thoughts merged into one, making one appear as a single being.

Amidst the chanting of mantras, the monks' bodies shone brightly, each one resembling a bronze statue, exuding an aura of overwhelming power, their blood and energy scorching the air.

In the dim light, the shadows distorted into a phantom, like a descended Arhat.

"Arhat, Subdue the Tiger!"

Monk Deyun stepped forward and rushed into the formation. His energy connected with that of the other monks, and he rapidly expanded, becoming taller and stronger, as if he were being inflated.

His monk's robe ripped apart instantly, turning into strips of cloth that hung on his body.

The once withered muscles bulged and stretched, the thick, black tendons twitched and undulated like snakes and pythons, and the bones rubbed together as if metal were clashing, making a clanging sound.

In less than half a breath, the monk Deyun seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, growing to a height of eight feet, his muscles bulging, easily crushing the air with each thrust, exuding power!
It resembles a Vajra Arhat stepping out of a mural, majestic, tall, fierce, and domineering.

He gradually merged with the illusory figure of the Arhat behind him.

"Whoo~"

Monk Deyun casually crushed a wisp of air, feeling the terrifying power within him, and coldly sneered:

"Do you still want to resist?"

His response was a sharp flash of light from a blade, followed by a fierce, tiger-like battle cry—

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)