"Hoo ......"

The yin wind is howling, the Buddha fire is raging, and on the White Tiger Ridge, the fight is very tragic. From time to time, there are corpses and bones of demon soldiers scattered, turned into shredded flesh and dry bones, releasing demonic energy, and from time to time there are arhats who self-immolate and die with the enemy.

After three days and three nights of fierce battle, there were originally five hundred Arhats, more than 8,000 corpses, and there were a lot of sparse figures on the White Tiger Ridge, and the bald heads that were still shining were less than two hundred or three hundred, and the attrition of the corpse bone demon soldiers was even more serious, and there were more than 30,000 troops, and there were only less than 2,000 people still standing.

The remaining two hundred bald heads of the five hundred Arhats are all the elites of the Arhats, and the worst ones are all in the middle of the Arhats, and there is no shortage of Bodhisattva-level figures at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, but the corpse bone demon soldiers have also improved, and each of them has reached the mysterious realm of mystery and mystery, which is more than several times more difficult than before.

As soon as the wings of the flying zombies turned into one, they almost ignored the space, shuttled back and forth, extremely fast, and the bone soldiers wore scale armor, with infinite strength and invulnerability, and the elites of these arhats also felt very difficult to fight.

Although the Arhats and the demon soldiers fought with their bodies, every move could make the power of the mountain break out, which was enough to make the wind surge, the sky and the earth change color, and the electric sparks that collided were more dazzling than the glow of the sun and dazzling than the lightning.

"Retreat!" One of the five hundred arhats wore a venerable costume and had the highest status bald head and shouted violently, and the remaining two hundred or so bald heads fought for a while and retreated to the foot of the White Tiger Ridge.

After the five hundred Arhats rested for a day, nearly 10,000 gold-armored Buddhist soldiers flew from the west, but their cultivation was generally not high, most of them were mortal realms, and there were few heavenly immortals.

"Could it be that these are cannon fodder troops sent by Buddhism to send blood and food to these undead?" Chen Xian had been paying attention to the dynamics of Baihuling, and after seeing these ten thousand Buddha soldiers, he couldn't help but think with some doubts.

However, things are always unexpected, and the newly arrived nearly 10,000 gold-armored Buddha soldiers did not rush up to fight the two thousand mutated corpses to the death without recklessness, but around the White Tiger Ridge, placing piles of items.

"This doesn't seem to be a formation!" Chen Xian frowned, and he couldn't figure out what the Buddha Sect was trying to do.

"Heavenly firestone, lightning wood, Buddha fat...... It seems that they are all flammable and explosive materials, could it be that they are to use thunder and fire and other supreme yang things to kill yin and evil?" Chen Xian carefully looked at the things that these Buddhist soldiers took out, and secretly thought about it, feeling that it was really a big fuss for the Buddha to act like this.

The army of 30,000 undead seems to be powerful, but in the past, it was better to take action in person, and attack the Marble Mountain in a map-like way, which was enough to empty these skeletons and dried corpses in an instant. No matter how bad it is, Guanyin can go out of the horse, but now that nearly 300 Arhats have died, why bother?

"Guanyin is not a person from Rulai, it seems that Rulai doesn't want to give her such a great merit as Baihuling! Chen Xian speculated.

When Chen Xian was maliciously guessing, those Buddhist soldiers were almost arranged, Chen Xian looked at it, and saw that these piles were piled up at one point, a total of two hundred and sixty-four, which was the same as the number of remaining Arhats.

"No wonder it wasn't arranged at the beginning, and there weren't many Buddhist materials to think about, not enough for five hundred Arhats to use together. And at that time, there were too many demon soldiers, and their cultivation was low, so it was not worth using this arrangement. Chen Xian saw that the remaining five hundred Arhats were standing in front of and behind a pile of materials stacked in the shape of a tower, and his heart moved, and he looked more carefully, wanting to see how these Arhats could use these materials.

These arhats stood in front of the piled up "towers" and did not rush to move, but sat down cross-legged and recited Buddhist mantras.

"Om-ma--what--t-oh-hmm

The arhats were working hard, and the coolies who were obviously transporting materials could not be idle, and one by one they put their hands together and performed the five-body bow with a pious face, like a pilgrimage, and a stream of wish came out of the body, which was also blessed on the "tower".

"Seventh-level floating slaughter?" With the blessing of the Arhat mantra and the willingness of the coolie, the originally very abstract "towers" gradually materialized, vaguely divided into seven layers, the Buddha is full of light, Chen Xian looked at it, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, there are some doorways in the secret way, this kind of refining method, it is really unique.

With the blessing of mantras and wishes, the pagoda gradually takes shape, the Buddha light is bright, the thunder and fire are shining, the momentum is awe-inspiring, the wind and thunder are often heard, and the fire and lightning are seen from time to time, just like the thunder peak of the demon suppression demon.

After seven days of continuous spell casting, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the field, and one after another electric snakes pierced through the clouds and fog, striking the two hundred and sixty-four pagodas.

"Buzz ......"

After being struck by lightning, the two hundred and sixty-four seventh-level Buddhas shone brightly and the thunder and fire immediately trembled, letting out bursts of low moans like weeping, shaking off countless sparks.

Mars was very dazzling, but like a meteor, it was fleeting, turned to ashes, and was immediately reduced to nothing by the escaping thunder.

"One, two, three...... Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one!" Chen Xian silently counted the number of thunderbolts that fell on each floating slaughterhouse, no more, no less, exactly eighty-one.

"The number of ninety-nine to one, it is really a wonderful method of refining weapons, and it can actually control the number of thunderbolts falling!" Chen Xian was amazed, praising not the superb refining level of those arhats, but the masters who created this refining method.

With such a magical refining method, Chen Xian could only peek at some fur, and secretly said that this was a secret method passed down by a saint.

Not to mention Chen Xian's exclamation, but to say that after the baptism of eighty-one thunderbolts, the two hundred and sixty-four seventh-level floating slaughterhouses seemed to have been washed away with lead, the light was restrained, and the thunder and fire were hidden, but they exuded an incomparably heavy pressure, like a dormant active volcano, which would erupt at any time.

"Bumper ......"

The two hundred and sixty-four seventh-level floating slaughterhouses shook, like a heartbeat, emitting a violent pulsating sound, and a circle of ripples spread out like an impact, collapsing the mountains and splitting the mountains, showing the extremely strong power hidden in it.

"This Futu Fang has been refined, and its power is at its peak, if you can suppress all these two thousand demon soldiers in one go, it will definitely become a demon suppression artifact!" Chen Xian's heart moved, knowing that the most important moment had come, his eyes were scorching, and he stared at those Futu for a moment, wanting to see what special abilities they had.

"Boom ......"

With a roar, like a landslide and the ground cracked, I saw that the two hundred and sixty-four seventh-level floating slaughterhouses suddenly erupted with infinite Buddha light, and a large amount of thunder and fire overwhelmingly crushed the demon soldiers on the White Tiger Ridge.