"This king, ah......"

The dragon, who was still going to speak, let out a miserable scream. There's an extra blade in the back position. In the light of the sun, it shines brightly.

"You were born with a sword?"

Xu Xian carried a machete and walked over quickly, yes, he was going to be in charge of delivering the baby again, saying that he was fighting, he had a feeling of being in the clouds.

"It turned out to be a sword"

Shenlong was obviously relieved, maybe for it, like the Flying Tiger, it was easier to accept giving birth to an artifact than giving birth to a real offspring.

"It's a sword, Xiaosheng try to see how hard it is." Xu Xian was familiar with the way to reach over, grabbed the blade of the sword, and pulled it outside, but before he could pull a foot, it melted like water, which was very strange.

"Why can't you feel the presence of the sword?"

The dragon twisted its huge head to look over.

"Hey, it's out again, what a strange sword, is it fake?"

Xu Xian, who let go of his hand, was stunned to find that the end of the sword had reappeared, and his hand reached over, and the sword body disappeared immediately.

After repeating it several times, Xu Xian figured out that this thing could not be touched with his hands, and it would disappear when he touched it.

In other words, if you want the dragon to give birth naturally, others can't fake it.

Feihu, who had been watching for a while, wondered, "Is it a real sword or a fake sword?" ”

Xu Xian, who had close contact with the sword, said without hesitation: "True sword"

"It's a real sword, how can it disappear?"

The Flying Tiger is still suspicious.

"Xiao Sheng doesn't know, anyway, it's a real sword!"

Xu Xian looked serious.

One person and one tiger, such a real sword, the real sword is endless, the Shenlong listening to it is a little unpleasant, there is a thing stuck behind it, it looks very embarrassing, two guys, you a sentence, I a sentence, a real sword, a real cheap one, I don't know if it's scolding it around the corner.

"It's not a matter of the real sword, the fake sword, pull it out as soon as possible, our eighteen Arhat arrays, what a serious matter, being made by a magical power like yours, what kind of system, what kind of system!"

The Fuhu Arhat who retreated to the side had a black face.

"Try again"

Xu Xian tried several more times, but was unsuccessful, so he had to give up.

Next, the two sides fought a few more times, and several Arhats' mounts were hit one after another.

"Okay, the poor monk sent you out of battle"

In the end, the Fuhu Arhat reluctantly let Xu Xian leave the Eighteen Arhat Array, so as not to cause more animals to become pregnant.

The next day, early in the morning, on one side were Chu Feng and Xu Xian, both of whom looked like young people, and on one side were eighteen Arhats, who looked strange, some old and some young, some handsome and some ugly.

"Eighteen Arhats, your array, the disciples of the poor road, have already broken through, next, it is time for you to break through the Jiuqu Yellow River formation of the poor road, as long as one person leaves the big array, the poor road will let everyone out, and never break his word."

Chu Feng said confidently.

The Jiuqu Yellow River Array, imitating the ancient Great Array, and the anti-heaven artifact Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket, is more than enough to deal with several golden-bodied Arhats who are not Bodhisattvas.

Eighteen Arhats, led by Jigong and Fuhu, the two looked at each other, and Fuhu, who had a hot temper, was very polite to Jigong.

"Dragon Venerable, please."

Jigong is not hypocritical, he proclaimed a Buddha name, and said seriously: "Jiaye Bodhisattva is in the array, do not go to the formation to save it, why do I eighteen people come here, but the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, from the ancients, the power is terrifying, a trick is not careful, and many lifetimes of practice are empty, if there is one who does not want to go in, the poor monk will never force it." ”

Except for the Fuhu Arhat who didn't react, seven of the other sixteen people showed strange looks, people were selfish, and the Immortal Buddha was no exception, plus it was a person like Rescue Jiaye who relied on the status of the Buddha's great disciple and gained notoriety.

Whether it is worth it or not is a question worth considering.

Jigong was obviously aware of this as well, and sighed lightly and did not speak.

After about a quarter of an hour, considering that Jiaye was the eldest disciple of the Buddha and most of the people were willing to enter the battle, the seven people decided through consultation that they were willing to enter the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation to save people.

With a unified opinion, Jigong officially said to Chu Feng: "I will advance and retreat with eighteen people, and ask the Taoist to open the big array." ”

Chu Feng waved his right hand lightly, and a vague portal appeared in midair.

Led by Jigong and Fuhu Arhat, eighteen people entered the battle one after another.

"You stay here, and the poor road will meet them"

Chu Feng's body flashed and disappeared.

It reappears in front of the same palace as before. I only saw in the distance, Ji Gong was sitting cross-legged on the ground, like a clay sculpture, resisting all kinds of weakened immortal Buddha forces from the formation world.

"Look at the others"

Chu Feng's eyes wandered, and he found that the Arhats who were isolated in the other seventeen spaces, except for the Fuhu Arhats who bravely went forward, the rest of the people advanced very slowly, and several of them simply sat down cross-legged like Jigong.

"It is worthy of being a person who often practices formations, and knows that the best response to survive in the formation is to stay where you are."

Chu Feng nodded approvingly, then set his eyes on Yong Meng, walked northeast, entered the sea, encountered Hu Erniang, fought a big battle, and encountered A Qing, a big battle, and was finally lured to the Fuhu Arhat near the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket.

"Fuhu"

Six hundred miles northeast of Lin'an in the formation world, on a silent sea, Chu Feng descended from the sky, with a mixed yuan golden bucket on his head.

The Fuhu Arhat, who was observing the surroundings, raised his head, and said with a pant: "Daoist, you Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, the poor monk doesn't look at it well, and the one above your head is the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket, a magic weapon that specializes in seizing the fruit of humanity?" ”

"So confident, it seems that you have a backhand!"

Chu Feng said with a smile.

Fuhu Arhat nodded, took off the rosary around his neck, hung it in his hand, and closed his eyes.

"The poor monk is the only one among the eighteen arhats who has been passed on by the Buddha a period of the Great Day Nyorai Sutra, and today he will take the Great Day Nyorai Sutra and will be a long man for a while."

The big day is like the true scripture, the smile on Chu Feng's face retracted, why didn't he mention it when he caught Jia Ye before.

Fuhu Arhat seemed to have guessed Chu Feng's thoughts, and said with a smile: "The Ka Ye Bodhisattva you see is the Ka Ye Bodhisattva who does not know the Great Sun Rulai Sutra. ”

The Ka Ye Bodhisattva who will not come to the true scripture of the great day, Chu Feng's heart moved, and he understood the reason, the Ka Ye must be the same as the original Guanyin, cultivating in the mortal world, and did not completely return to the true self, no wonder a Bodhisattva is so weak.

"Then, today's poor Dao will see your great day as the true scriptures."

"As you wish, as I smell. For a time Bhagavad. Live as if to bless the vast Vajra Dharma Realm Palace. All the vajra bearers are assembled. As the letter ......"

The Fuhu Arhat was different from the previous impetuous in the Eighteen Arhat Formation, as if he had changed a person, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a solemn face.

As the incantation sounded, Chu Feng saw that behind him, there was a faint shadow of a Buddha statue, which seemed to be real and illusory.