Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 644
Five hundred arhats chanted Buddhist sounds at the same time, the sound waves shook the heaven and the earth, the golden Buddha light filled the nine heavens, and the auspicious energy rose thousands of miles, as if a solemn Buddha pure land had evolved.In the solemn Buddha Pure Land, there are seven or eight thousand skeletons and flying stiffs that are full of black air, covered with prickly scales, hideous and terrifying, and are incompatible with the Buddha's light!
"It's the five hundred arhats from Lingshan who came down to earth to help us subdue the demons!" Zhu Bajie was a canopy marshal's pig, and he still had some knowledge, and immediately recognized the identity of the five hundred bald heads, very happy and authentic.This guy is happy to see a helper, so he doesn't have to work hard on his own.

"These monks are just average. There are only a dozen or so brothers like you and me. I'm afraid it will be a hard battle, and half of them will perish!" Monkey narrowed his eyes slightly, and said after watching the scene of the five hundred arhats.

"It doesn't matter how many of them die, as long as you don't die as a fellow Taoist, it's not us who died! Moreover, these arhats came here uninvited, and they have nothing to do with us, so there is no need to cry for them!" Bajie said.

When the three brothers spoke, five hundred bald-headed arhats had already descended from the clouds and landed on the White Tiger Ridge, holding all kinds of Buddhist vessels and forming mysterious Buddhist formations, with a momentum as heavy as a mountain, like a golden tide, crushing towards the undead.

The five hundred arhats came aggressively, like a landslide, full of power, but what a pity they faced the undead who were no longer afraid of death after death.These undead were not afraid at all, they howled and rushed towards the five hundred arhats.

The five hundred arhats with golden light representing the sacred collided with the dead spirits with the black aura representing evil. The gangster qi swelled, the mountains and rocks cracked, walked all over the ground, and the dust was flying, filling the sky and the earth.

Gold and black are intertwined, black air explodes from time to time, and the thorny scales with golden threads in the black fly, and occasionally there is a muffled groan, but some monks are pierced by the flying sharp thorny scales and scratched. Flesh.

The so-called two fists can't beat four hands, a hero can't hold back a wolf.Although the five hundred arhats were the elite of Buddhism, their numbers were a little smaller. They were besieged by corpses and undead that were several times their own for half an hour. Although they killed many enemies, they also suffered some injuries. Few of them, those with weaker cultivation bases, were even bruised and bruised by the flying thorn scales from time to time, which was really miserable.

When some of the weaker arhats were about to run out of mana, they switched positions with the rest of the arhats, retreated to the center of the battle formation, and recovered their mana.

After repeating this several times, it took the five hundred arhats four hours to wipe out the army of about a thousand undead, and the bone soldiers and flying zombies accumulated enough strength to undergo another mutation.

In this mutation, the strength of the remaining 5000 undead has nearly doubled. The thorn scales on their bodies are denser and sharper, and their roots are like needles. Their ability to resist attacks has increased. Couldn't hit one at all.

This change came a bit suddenly, just when those arhats who had spent a lot of mana were about to exchange positions with their companions.

These undead suddenly evolved in all directions. Those arhats who spent a lot of mana at the outermost edge of the battle line immediately couldn't stand it, and dozens of arhats were immediately severely injured.

It doesn't matter if these arhats were injured, but their bodies were unstable, their cross positions were interrupted, and they failed to return to the formation in time, and were held back by those undead. After a while, there was a scream, which was extremely penetrating!
"Ah..." An arhat whose mana was exhausted and his protective energy dissipated was bumped into his arms by a skeleton soldier, pierced by a bone spur on his body, and immediately turned into a hedgehog.Arhat's vitality was strong, although he was severely injured, he did not die for a while, and immediately let out an extremely shrill scream.Those who heard it were sad, and those who heard it wept, all of them felt that he died immediately.

These bones are all zombies. They are extremely bloodthirsty. The Buddha's blood flowed out. A few zombies nearby immediately went berserk, and rushed towards the unlucky Arhat at a faster speed than usual. Before they got close, the long and dense The bone spur pierced into the Arhat's body.

The Arhat was smashed into a pile of powder in an instant, and before the flesh and blood fell to the ground, it was swallowed by the bone spurs surrounded by the surrounding corpses, and there was not even a scum left.

"Roar……"

When a zombie sees blood, it is bound to go berserk, especially the cultivated Arhat blood. These zombies who had the chance to eat the blood of the Buddha immediately undergo a miraculous change, and their bodies shrink instead of growing.However, in this way, the scale armor is more densely condensed, and it looks like there is no gap, just like a whole, the defense must be greatly increased, and the power is also more cohesive.

The first monk's scream was just the beginning, and then there were several more screams, causing many zombies to mutate and go berserk.

"Roar……"

The zombie's deep and hoarse roar shook the hills!

Those mutated zombies pounced on the enemy again, and they were more difficult to deal with than before. The battle situation was no longer just a one-sided massacre like in the beginning, and Arhats would fall from time to time.

Every time an arhat falls, several zombies will mutate, and the zombies are becoming more and more difficult to fight. When the monkey saw it, it scratched its head, walked back and forth very impatiently, and cursed: "These arhats are here to feed these zombies, or to help them?" Exorcist? If they keep feeding them like this, how can we fight!?”

"Brother, don't care how they fight, let's think about whether or not we want to split up! We have only traveled so far on the west road and encountered such danger. If we go further west, ten lives are not enough to die!" Some are pale and authentic.

"Don't you have 36 lives, you are afraid of the ball!" the monkey scolded.

"Brother, you only have one life, and if you encounter something powerful, a hundred lives are not enough to kill it once!" Bajie said.

"Let's have a look again!" Monkey said irritably, then turned his gaze to the battlefield again.

It is said that seven or eight companions died in a row, and things hurt their kind. Among these arhats who have been together for hundreds of years, a sense of sadness arose.

There is only one word difference between sadness and tragedy, and it is easy to transform. When another arhat ran out of mana and was about to fall, a raging fire suddenly burst out all over his body, and he rushed forward, directly burning an oncoming skeleton to ashes.

This is the method of burning jade and stone together. It is knowing that you will die, turning all your energy, energy, and Taoism into a raging fire, and the enemy will die together.

Since they died together, the arhat who turned into flames naturally had no good end, except that there was no blood food to turn him into a zombie, and not even the ashes were left, and he died directly, returning to chaos.

Some people set an example, and later Arhat followed suit. On the White Tiger Ridge, fires rose from time to time.But each and every arhat who was faced with a certain death situation chose to perish together with the enemy.

This life-sacrificing battle was tragic. Chen Xian couldn't bear it when he saw it, and sighed: "Thousands of years of hard work have turned into a cake, why bother to carry it! It's not that the feelings are so deep that you want to die for love!"

(End of this chapter)