Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 257 Bald monk, take this punch from me!
"You... are stubbornly clinging to your delusions, aiding and abetting evil!"

The monk Deyun was so angry that his face turned pale, and he couldn't even maintain his image as a high monk. He started cursing loudly.

Only then did he realize that Liu Sheng had been playing a trick on him.

Seeing that Liu Sheng was too lazy to waste words and was preparing to make a move, he instantly broke down and turned his attention to Du Bingyan:

"Junior Nephew Bingyan, you..."

"I will follow my husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog."

Du Bingyan gripped the hilt of her sword, her eyes lowered, and said softly:

"If he wants to kill, I'll sharpen my knife; if he wants to fight, I'll provide cover."

The voice wasn't loud, but the tone was firm and resolute.

These words, falling on the ears of the young disciples, were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering some of their thoughts into pieces.

The monk from Deyun Temple was flustered by the retort, his old face turned red, and he lost all his composure, cursing:
"You...you debase yourself, it's humiliating..."

"You insult my sister!"

A flash of cold light pierced the air, accompanied by a rebuke, and slashed towards Monk Deyun.

After the cold glint, Liu Sheng followed the halberd, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, his blood surging, and his true energy condensing into two millstones, one black and one white, floating between his muscles and internal organs, with an astonishing aura.

"That old monk is vicious and foul-mouthed, I can't stand him!"

Liu Sheng's anger flared, and he increased the speed of his halberd by three points.

The cyan halberd flowed with a frosty luster, like the aurora descending, spreading to the crescent moon at the halberd's head, transforming into a cold, hard silver arc that cut through the void.

In an instant, the wind howled even fiercer, accompanied by thunder, shaking the surroundings, but it could not drown out Liu Sheng's shouts and curses:

"You bald monk, wearing a cassock and chanting Buddhist mantras, your mouth is like a snake's mouth and your heart is as venomous as a knife! You talk about compassion and morality, but in reality you have the heart of a jackal. You are pretentious and extremely hypocritical!"

A scoundrel like you dares to call yourself a Buddhist disciple? This is Buddhism...

It must be a filthy garbage dump!

He spoke extremely fast, like bullets fired from a gun, "rat-a-tat-tat" hitting the monk Deyun on the head.

This angered the monk so much that it caused one Buddha to be born and two Buddhas to ascend to heaven.

The dough turned red then white, white then green, until finally it became as black as the bottom of a pot, frighteningly so, that it was impossible to even speak clearly.
"you you you……"

"Look, you're actually angry, you've even developed resentment!"

Liu Sheng laughed loudly, and the halberd in his hand suddenly curved several arcs, like a venomous python turning over, heading towards the chest of Monk Deyun:
"As Buddhism says, greed, anger, and ignorance are the root of all afflictions."

You, a dignified elder of Fuhu Temple, are only scolded by me a few times, yet you harbor resentment and want to kill me!
What kind of Buddhism are you practicing? What scriptures are you reciting? What precepts are you observing?

Do you think you are worthy of the ancestors of your Fuhu Temple?
Are you worthy of the teachings of Buddha and Bodhisattvas?

This absurd argument, delivered in rapid succession, was sharp and incisive, giving the monk Deyun no time to think; it was truly a case of killing someone by attacking their spirit.

Hearing this, the elder of Fuhu Temple became delirious and swayed precariously.

My mind is in turmoil!
"puff!"

Monk Deyun spat out a mouthful of blood mist, his aura diminished further, his bronze light dimmed, his features became distorted, and he looked fierce and ferocious, showing no trace of Buddhist compassion.

At that moment, the halberd arrived with a fierce wind!

He used words to confuse the Buddha's mind, ultimately to cover up this ruthless act.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Monk Deyun was sent flying backward, causing the ground to tremble several times.

The shockwave kicked up mud and dust, a mixture of white and gray, which swirled and obscured visibility.

"puff!"

Not far away, a martial monk from Fuhu Temple had his chest burst open, revealing a bloody hole, and his liver and intestines fell to the ground. He twitched twice and then fell silent.

"Tanqing!"

"Junior brother!"

"Brother!"

Upon seeing this, the other monks exclaimed in surprise, then looked up and glared at Liu Sheng with hatred.

He wished he could grab a stick and rush forward to beat him to death.

"Arhat Subduing Tiger Formation..." Liu Sheng stopped, holding his halberd, and did not pursue. He met the gazes of the eleven warrior monks who were glaring at him, seemingly lost in thought.

This formation not only gathers the power of all the monks into one body, but also distributes the damage among them.

The more monks who form the formation, the greater the power of the formation, the stronger the blessing on Deyun, and the higher the damage he can withstand.

Fortunately, they had split up when they entered the ruins, and only twelve people had gathered together. Now that another person has died, the power of the formation will inevitably be reduced further.

In a sense, it is similar to his various clones, becoming weaker the more he is killed.

Therefore, as long as these warrior monks are killed, the formation will collapse on its own.

Liu Sheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his killing intent rising in his heart, and his eyes gradually flashing with lightning.

These people had dark circles under their eyes, with wisps of gray-black death energy swirling around them.

This is a sign of death; they are destined to die today.

"Whirring whirring……"

Just then, a heavy breathing sound rang out from the swirling dust.

Interspersed with these were loud sounds of muscles stretching, bones rubbing, and blood surging.

It was as if a terrifying creature had completed its growth, development, and formation in an instant.

The breathing grew heavier, and the exhaled air swept away the smoke and dust, vaguely revealing a terrifying figure five or six zhang tall.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, footsteps sounded, shaking the ground and sending dust flying everywhere.

The terrifying figure swept across, emerging from the dust, its shadow enveloping Liu Sheng.

Monk Deyun!

At this moment, he was six zhang tall, with his upper body bare, wearing only a tattered monk's trousers. His muscles were bulging, as if cast in steel, radiating a bronze-yellow glow.

Its undulating curves are full of explosive power; every muscle combines strength and beauty, like a bronze statue leaping from a pedestal.

The body was surrounded by fine, scattered waves of energy, resembling gods and Buddhas, completely embodying the four characters "Golden Arhat".

Powerful and robust!
"You wicked creature... You are so eloquent, spreading falsehoods and confusing the minds of the Buddha. You shall be sent to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling to suffer for eternity!"

Monk Deyun spoke, his eyes blazing with fury, his five fingers spreading wide, breaking through the air currents, and grabbing at Liu Sheng.

The movements are simple and unpretentious, just pure, overwhelming power.

Like a copper brick, it shatters the air, creating ripples between the five fingers, clearly visible to the naked eye!
"Woooooo~"

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, like wind-blown swords, crashing down on Liu Sheng.

"A contest of strength?"

Liu Sheng's breath hitched, and the corners of his mouth turned up, higher and higher, until they almost stretched to his ears.

You actually want to compete with me in strength?
Did you think that by combining the power of more than a dozen True Form Realm martial monks, you could crush me?

Then...

"Bald monk, take this punch!"

He paused, as the earth's energy surged into him, filling his entire body, making him feel as if he were rooted to the ground, as stable as a mountain.

Talent, on the spot!
Talent, the power to uproot mountains!
His talent was activated, and his body rapidly expanded, with his muscles, bones, skin, flesh, internal organs, blood, and marrow all trembling and glowing.

The power within my limbs and bones, like a giant beast awakening, originates from the soles of my feet, flows through my feet and back, inch by inch, and reaches my shoulders and arms.

It's like all rivers flowing into the sea, finally converging at the forearm.

His forearm instantly swelled several times its original size, like a giant battering sledgehammer, slamming hard into the palm that was descending on his head!

Large palm, small fist.

The moment they made contact, blood mist splattered, and fragments of flesh and bone, like bullets fired from a gun, rained down in all directions.

Only then did the painful wails of the air reach everyone's ears—

"boom!"

(End of this chapter)