, pressing, clawing, cutting and more than ten kinds of fingering techniques, through the Taiyin, Yangming, Shaoyang, Taiyang, Jueyin meridians of both hands, releasing the hot true energy like lotus pistils, forcing Xu Ziling to be in a hurry, and the dangers were numerous, which was extremely thrilling.

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Xu Ziling fell awkwardly between the two Arhats. His hair was messy, his face was red, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He posed slowly and quickly. There was a statue on the left and right of Xu Ziling about six feet high. The whole body was engraved with gold, just like a real person.

The statue of Arhat has a completely different posture.

The one on the left is a thin, long-necked figure with a pleasant smile. He presses his knees with one hand, leaning forward, and scratching his back with the other hand. His posture is casual, appropriate and natural. The other one is a glaring Vajra with suddenly wide-open eyes and protruding tendons in his right hand.

The fleshy clenched fist in front is full of energy and energy, powerful and vivid.

Xu Ziling stands between the two statues. He first assumes the leisurely posture of the statue on the right, and then changes to the posture of the angry-eyed King Kong on the right. Both are lifelike. Under the cold moonlight outside the hall and the weak lights beside the hall

, Xu Ziling suddenly seemed to have transformed into a vajra arhat, powerful and invincible, sacred and solemn.

A stream of sharp and sharp finger energy shot out from Xu Ziling's hand. The wind whistled suddenly, with a domineering momentum that penetrated the universe. The force spiraled towards Anlong, sharp, swift and unstoppable.

The energy rings that An Long waved were wiped out by the force of his fingers. He couldn't help being surprised. His eyes glanced at the Arhat statues on the left and right of Xu Ziling. In the small eyes as thin as a slit, there was a shining light, cunning and insidious, with a hint of aura.

He looked suspicious and tried in a cold voice.

"I asked you how could you last so long under my control? It turns out there is a secret hidden in these unsightly Arhat statues!"

"You must have understood the secrets in order to be able to perform extremely weird kung fu moves!"

When Xu Ziling heard this, he was shocked. Compared to An Long, he was still too immature. There were flaws in his face, and he fell into An Long's plan without knowing it. He exclaimed in surprise.

"How do you know?"

An Long's suspicion was confirmed in his heart, a cruel look appeared on his fat and bloated face, and he said with a sneer.

"As expected!"

"I'm going to destroy these Arhat statues. Let's see how long you can hold on in my hands."

After saying that, An Long's true energy surged in his hand and condensed into a series of energy rings, and he was about to blast towards the statue of Five Hundred Arhats, with a ferocious smile on his face and a look of pride in his eyes.

Hou Xibai shook his head slightly, gestured to Master Zhenyan, and instantly disappeared into the Arhat Hall.

"Amitabha!"

The deafening sound of the Buddha's trumpet rang out, turning into sound waves that shattered Anlong's Tianxin Lotus Ring, but did not reach the Luohan Hall, showing his exquisite control skills.

An Long's mind was shaken, the energy in his body was boiling, and his blood was weak. He stumbled and took two steps back. He looked inexplicably horrified at the old figure walking out of the corner, with ravines on his face and cloudy eyes.

, his beard and hair are all white, like a dying man.

Master Mantra stepped out of the shadow corner step by step and stood in the middle of the Luohan Hall. With his hands clasped together and his eyes piercing, a powerful pressure enveloped everyone present.

Shi Qingxuan and Yang Xuyan separated in an instant, keeping some distance apart, looking at each other warily, not daring to relax mentally.

"This benefactor is so ruthless that he will destroy these Arhat statues if he disagrees!

"How innocent these Arhats are. They are the treasures of Dashi Temple and cannot be destroyed. Please leave this place!"

Anlong's face was extremely pale. He had just been shaken away by the mantra master, causing damage to his heart and apertures and a decline in his energy and blood.

"Grand Master! Master, we didn't know that Dashi Temple is your place of practice. If we disturb you, it is really a crime worthy of death. Let's leave now!"

Anlong's slender eyes shrank into a line, and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably, with a hint of panic, and he quickly apologized and explained.

Master Mantra nodded and expressed great satisfaction. After all, he did not want to participate in these disputes. He just wanted to fulfill Hou Xibai's instructions and take care of these Arhat statues.

Seeing that the master of truth did not stop him, Anlong looked at each other and retreated into the night in a panic, like a prodigal dog, escaping in a hurry.
Chapter completed!