The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 681: Eighteen Arhats, I am invincible!

The white fox held in Zhao Linger’s arms, at an extraordinary moment, had to hand himself over to the Zen Arhat, so scared that a pair of small paws grabbed Zhao Linger’s clothes desperately, and almost tore his clothes.

“An extraordinary step, what are you talking about!”

Perhaps the cute and cute appearance of the white fox touched the softness deep in Zhao Ling’er’s heart. She stared at the peach blossom eyes and looked at the step extraordinary, and hugged the white fox tighter.

“Ling’er Little Princess, the five arhats in front of us, but Realm with the top of the big Luo Jinxian, do you think I can take you and this white fox to escape safely?”

“Hurry up, give the little fox to the arhats!”

Bu Feihua urged.

Zhao Ling’er was almost crying, she felt this feeling for the first time.

Obviously it was her beloved thing, she knew that this little fox was taken away by the Arhats and would definitely be treated inhumanely, but she had to hand over the white fox.

Why?

Because the five arhats are all the Cultivation Base of Da Luo Jinxian’s peak, she is no more than a small Celestial Immortals, and even if the step is terrifying, she is no more than Luo Tianshang.

“I don’t want to!”

Zhao Linger hugged the little fox tightly, and drops of crystal clear tears rolled out of her peach blossom eyes.

“You can’t do it if you don’t want it, do you want us to die because of this little fox?”

“Zhao Ling’er, don’t forget, you have to go back to Nanzhao to save your mother, you have to go back to Xianling Island to see your grandma and your Big sis, have you really decided?”

Bu Feihua is very serious on the surface, but he is already happy in his heart.

Even if he didn’t need the Nine Orifices to the Sacred Heart, a single song “Pursuing the Devil” would be enough to overturn these five arhats.

The reason he did this was to let Zhao Linger understand that in this wild world, power is the basic rule that determines everything.

You are weak, all your beloved things will be robbed by others violently. Only when you are strong can you protect the things you care about.

“What the hell should I do?!”

Zhao Linger’s eyes were whimpering with tears, pain and despair that he had never felt before.

“Ling’er, if I protect you and Baihu, would you forgive me for deceiving you before?”

“willing!”

Without much consideration, Zhao Linger nodded directly.

“That’s good, don’t break your promise!”

Bu Feihua said with a chuckle.

“Are you not going to hand over the white fox?”

Tota Luohan’s eyes suddenly darkened.

“Totaluohan, I didn’t mean that I was small before, give you the white fox, you have to promise me a small request!”

“The requirement is, can you kneel on the ground and bow down to the younger me three times and nine bows!?”

“presumptuous!”

Totarohan was furious, and then he realized that he was playing with them from beginning to end.

“Amitābha, my Buddha Tathagata is compassionate, young man, I will give you one last chance, give us the white fox, and ridicule our sins with your previous language, just bow and worship, don’t be obsessed with it!”

The speaker, with kind eyebrows, kind eyes, and a good look on his face, is the joyful Arhat among the eighteen Arhats.

“What if I insist on not giving it?”

“If you insist on not giving it, then don’t blame us for being ruthless!”

Another arhat made a deep voice, with murderous aura between his eyebrows. It was the sitting deer arhat among the eighteen arhats.

“Relentless? When did you Zen have compassion?”

“If you want to hit, hit, then there is so much nonsense, Tathagata, what kind of urine, don’t need you to teach me!”

“Returning his damn mercy?! Pooh!”

Bu Fei Fei spit fiercely, and spit out according to Tota Luohan’s door.

“Boy, the deity killed you!”

Although he avoided the spit, Tota Luohan was already about to vomit blood in anger.

As one of the top five hundred Arhats, when did he Tota Arhat suffer such humiliation?

First, Bu Feihua played a language game, and then was spit out by this kid, whether it was unbearable or unbearable.

“kill!”

Tota Luohan held a stupa and covered it with the extraordinary head.

The light of the Buddha fell, the Sanskrit sound shook, and a wild hunting wind made Zhao Ling’er’s figure swaying on the spot.

“Huh!”

With a wave of the sleeves, a wave of literary spirit swept across Zhao Ling’er’s body, sending her and the white fox directly dozens of miles away.

“Zheng!”

The green bamboo waved and slammed on the pagoda. The collision of Houtian’s Treasure and Houtian’s Treasure was not as anxious as imagined.

The green bamboo directly flew the pagoda, turned it into a golden light, and fell into a mountain range.

The boundless Buddha light overflowed, and the mountain range sank on the spot.

“clumsy!”

Huanxi Luohan still smiled, he tossed it casually, a string of Buddhist beads, each crystal clear, like gems, moving towards the extraordinary set.

“Hahaha, Taiqing daddy’s Vajra pecked my son in the air, and a bunch of small beads want to set me up?!”

Bu Feihua stood on the ancient road, never stepping back.

At the moment when the Buddha beads fell, his figure flashed, avoiding this strike, and then the green bamboo passed through the Buddha beads, piercing this Houtian Supreme Treasure level treasure into the ground fiercely.

Huanxi Luohan’s face changed, he pinched the seal with his hand, and urged him for a long time. Then the prayer beads vibrated, causing the ground to crack, but he couldn’t break free from the control of the green bamboo.

“This kid has a problem, he is definitely pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger! He can’t be Luo Tianshang’s cultivator!”

There was no more smile on Huan Luohan’s face, and he began to concentrate.

“How about Da Luo Jinxian? We are five people!”

A sincere voice came out, and the Arhat of the Eighteen Arhats walked out, and he beat the ancient bowl in his hand to the extraordinary.

The ancient bowl is very old, with Zen scriptures inscribed on it, and the swastika-shaped imprint is shining, revealing a heavy feeling.

For the first time, Bu Feihua’s face was no longer relaxed.

He hasn’t used “Pursuing the Devil” yet, it is the real Luotianxian peak Realm.

“Early Hair Baidi City” and “Dapeng Poems” 30 times the speed blessings, moving tens of feet in extraordinary steps.

When the ancient bowl fell, the elegant carriage was turned into powder, and the steed was crushed into flesh and blood in the sound of his neighing.

“Boom!”

The sky trembled, the official road directly pressed out a sinkhole, and the smoke and dust billowed, Zhao Linger was thrilled to see.

“I originally planned to play with you and let you live a little longer, but you killed my horse. I decided to let you die immediately. When you arrive at Samsara, remember to apologize to my horse!”

Bu Feihua holds the green bamboo in his hand, and the abundance around him is rich and almost substantive.

“Looking forward to kneeling before the Buddha”

Bu Feifei began to chant “Pursuing the Devil”, and the surrounding world changed color.