At the same time, the five hundred Arhats emitted the sound of Buddha chanting, the sound waves shook the heavens and the earth, the golden Buddha light filled the nine heavens, and the rui qi rose thousands of miles, as if evolving into a solemn Buddha Pure Land. In the solemn Buddha Pure Land, there are seven or eight thousand skeletons and flying stiffs that are black and steaming, full of thorny scales, hideous and terrifying, and incompatible with the Buddha's light!

"It's the five hundred Arhats of Lingshan who have descended to earth to help us subdue the demons!" Zhu Bajie is a pig who is a marshal of Tianpeng, and he still has the knowledge, and he immediately recognized the identity of the five hundred bald heads, and he was very happy. This product is a helper, and you can be happy without having to work hard yourself.

"These monks are just ordinary, there are only a dozen or so of you and my brothers, I'm afraid it's a hard battle, and more than half of them will fall!" the monkey's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said after watching the weather of the five hundred Arhats.

"It doesn't matter how many of them die, the dead Dao friends don't die the poor Dao, it's not us who die! And these Arhats come uninvited, and if they die, they have nothing to do with us, so there is no need to cry for them!"

When the three brothers spoke, five hundred bald Arhats had already fallen from the clouds and landed on the White Tiger Ridge, holding all kinds of Buddhist weapons, forming a mysterious Buddha array, with a heavy momentum like a mountain, like a golden tide, crushing towards those undead.

The five hundred Arhats came with great momentum, like a landslide, full of might, but unfortunately they were facing the undead who were no longer afraid of death after they had died. These undead were not afraid at all, and they howled and struck at the five hundred Arhats.

The five hundred Arhats bumped into each other with the golden light representing the divine and the dead spirits on their bodies that represented the evil black light, and the anger was agitated, the mountains and rocks were cracked, and they walked all over the ground, and the dust flew up, filling the heavens and the earth.

The gold and black colors are staggered, and from time to time there is a black gas explosion, and the black thorn scales with gold threads fly out, and occasionally there is a muffled snort, but it is a monk who is broken through the body protection qi by the sharp thorn scales that jump, scratching the skin and flesh.

The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands, and heroes can't stand up to wolves. Although the five hundred Arhats are the elite of Buddhism, but the number is less, they have been besieged for half an hour by the corpses and bones of the undead who are several times their own, although they have killed a lot of enemies, they are also somewhat damaged, although no Arhats have fallen, but the mana has been consumed a lot, and the cultivation is weaker, and they are even more scaled all over their bodies by the thorn scales that fly from time to time, so they are not miserable.

When some of the weaker Arhats were about to run out of mana, they crossed positions with the rest of the Arhats, retreated to the center of the battle array, and recovered their mana, and the rest of the Arhats with sufficient mana immediately rose up and continued to fight, with very fast efficiency.

After repeating this several times, it took five hundred Arhats four layers of time to destroy about a thousand undead armies, and the bone soldiers and flying zombies accumulated enough strength to change again.

This mutation, the remaining more than 5,000 undead have nearly doubled their strength, the thorn scales on their bodies are more dense, sharper, and their roots are like needles, and their ability to resist blows has increased.

The mutation came a little suddenly, just as the Arhats, who had spent a lot of mana, were about to swap places with their companions.

These undead suddenly evolved in all directions, and those arhats who were on the outskirts of the battle array and had spent a lot of mana could not withstand it immediately, and dozens of arhats were immediately seriously injured.

It didn't matter if these Arhats were injured, but their bodies were unstable, their cross-shifts were interrupted, they failed to retreat into the formation in time, and they were dragged by those undead, and after a while, there were screams, which were extremely infiltrating!

"Ah......" An Arhat whose mana was exhausted and his body protection qi was dissipated was knocked into his arms by a skeleton soldier, and he was pierced by the bone spurs on his body, and immediately turned into a hedgehog. Luohan has a strong vitality, and although he was hit hard, he did not die for a while, and immediately let out an extremely terrible scream. Those who heard it were sad, and those who heard it wept, and they all felt that he was still happy to die immediately.

These bones belong to the category of zombies, extremely bloodthirsty, and the Buddha's blood is first-class, and a few zombies on the side immediately went berserk, rushing towards the unlucky Arhat at a faster speed than usual, and before they got close, the long and dense bone spurs pierced into the Arhat's body.

The arhat was pierced into a pile of powder in an instant, and before the flesh and blood could fall to the ground, it was devoured by these surrounding corpse bone demon soldiers through bone spurs, and there was not even a slag left.

"Roaring ......"

When zombies see blood, they will inevitably go berserk, especially the Arhat divine blood that has to be cultivated, these zombies who have the opportunity to eat the blood of the Buddha immediately produced wonderful changes, and their bodies did not grow and shrink. However, in this way, the scale armor is more dense and condensed, and it seems that there is no gap, just like the whole, and the defense power must be greatly increased, and the strength is also more condensed.

The screams of the first monk were just the beginning, and then several more screams rang out, causing many more zombie mutations to go berserk.

"Roaring ......"

The low, dull roar of the zombie shook the hills!

Those zombies who mutated again, once again pounced on the enemy formation, more difficult to deal with than before, and the battle situation was no longer just a one-sided slaughter as at the beginning, and Arhats would fall from time to time.

Every time an Arhat falls, there will be several zombies mutated, and the zombies are getting harder and harder to fight, and when the monkey sees it, he scratches his ears and cheeks, walks back and forth very impatiently, and scolds: "Are these Arhats here to feed these zombies or to help get rid of the demons?

"Brother, no matter how they fight, let's still want to want to break up the family! This is how far we have walked on the west road to encounter such a dangerous situation, and if we go further west, ten lives are not enough to die!" Bajie's face was a little pale.

"Don't you have thirty-six lives, afraid of the ball!" scolded the monkey.

"Brother, there is only one life, and if you meet a powerful person, a hundred lives are not enough to kill you at one time!"

"Let's see!" the monkey said irritably, then turned his gaze to the battlefield again.

It is said that seven or eight companions died in a row, and the things were injured, and among these arhats who have been together for hundreds of years, a sad mood arose.

Sadness and tragedy, only one word, easy to transform, when another Arhat mana is exhausted, about to fall, suddenly burst into flames, rushed forward, directly burned a rushing skeleton into ashes.

This is the method of burning jade, but knowing that he will die, he turns all his spirits and Dao perceptions into flames, and the enemy has died together.

Since it is the same end, the Arhat who turned into flames naturally has no good end, except for the blood food that has become a zombie, even the ashes have not been left, and the gods are directly destroyed and return to chaos.

Some people set an example, and then the Arhats did the same, and on the White Tiger Ridge, there were fires rising from time to time. But one by one, the Arhats who faced the situation of certain death chose to die with the enemy.

This battle situation of sacrificing life and forgetting death was tragic, and Chen Xian saw it, and he was also very unbearable, and sighed: "Thousands of years of hard work to become a painting cake, why bother to carry it! It's not that the feelings are so deep that you want to be martyred!"