Although the Underworld Pearl's radiance was protecting him, Wang Lin, who was surrounded by the black fog, felt himself getting colder and colder.
It wasn't just his body that was cold, but his soul was shivering and freezing.
It was as if a cold wind was blowing from the depths of his heart. No matter how warm the outside world was, it couldn't block it.
He didn't know that this was a sign of his spirit being overused. If this continued, it would hurt his soul.
Although the Underworld Pearl could restrain Sikong Nan to a certain extent, Wang Lin's cultivation was too low. His soul couldn't control the Underworld Pearl and couldn't withstand the consumption of the Underworld Pearl.
Sikong Nan's strange laughter rang in his ears, and his vision went black. Wang Lin felt like his spirit was about to collapse, and many irrelevant things started to appear in his mind.
The first thing that Wang Lin thought of was his parents. Father, mother, am I going to die? Tie Zhu is unfilial, I can't go back to see you …
Inconceivably, the second thing that came to Wang Lin's mind was a young Daoist wearing a white robe.
If I had left with that Daoist, would I have avoided today's disaster?
Wang Lin's mind was in a mess. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Old ghost, get out of my way, stay away from my disciple!"
Wang Lin tried his best to open his eyes. The light and shadow in front of him changed, and finally, he saw a flash of white light that tore through the black fog. The young Daoist in white robe that he saw before suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at him with concern.
Wang Lin's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out. His head tilted and he fainted.
Lin Feng saw that Wang Lin had only fainted due to exhaustion, so he relaxed and turned to face Sikong Nan.
Sikong Nan coldly stared at him. "Junior, you dare to ruin this old man's business. This old man will pull out your soul and refine it into a soul lamp. I will let you suffer the pain of the ghost fire day and night!"
Lin Feng waved his sleeve, shielding Wang Lin behind him. He calmly said, "Get out of here now, and I will spare your life."
Sikong Nan's eyebrows immediately rose, and he laughed strangely, "Junior, you're courting death!"
As the black fog surged, it flew into the air and gathered together, almost solidifying. Then, it spun rapidly and pressed down on Lin Feng like a drill.
Lin Feng's palms changed the incantation gesture, and all the magic power in his body automatically turned into the pure Buddhist magic power of the Ksitigarbha Sutra. His entire body emitted a layer of faint golden Buddhist light.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hasn't been completely cultivated yet, so Lin Feng doesn't dare to be careless. His hands formed a Buddhist hand seal, using the Ksitigarbha Sutra's Buddhist mana to propel it, he casts the Little Reincarnation Technique he comprehended from the Thundershock Dhyana.
Activating the Minor Reincarnation Art, a golden light gathered above Lin Feng's head, forming a huge swastika symbol.
The black drill spun rapidly as it pressed down. The golden swastika above Lin Feng's head spun, causing the black drill to deviate and land on a cliff far away.
The cliff that had endured thousands of years of wind and rain was directly smashed into smithereens by the black drill!
Lin Feng's expression didn't change on the surface, but he was alarmed in his heart, "This old bastard only has a remnant soul left, but his strength is equivalent to the peak of foundation establishment. If he recovers to his peak, how terrifying would he be?"
No matter if it's the Ksitigarbha Sutra or the Minor Reincarnation Technique, they're both Buddhist secrets that aren't passed on to others. Only by combining the two, Lin Feng was able to take on Sikong Nan's first round of attack.
And luckily he used the Minor Reincarnation Art and deflected the black drill by borrowing force. Otherwise, if he took it head-on, with the incomplete Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra, it would most likely be a disaster.
Lin Feng's pupils shrunk, "Since I've made this enemy today, I can't leave any loose ends! Show mercy, don't attack, don't show mercy. "
Thinking up to here, he raised both his hands, and twenty four golden lights flew in all directions, landing on the ground.
Sikong Nan stared at Lin Feng and snorted coldly, "Buddhist monk? This old man hates monks the most. "
"Let me show you my Hundred Ghosts Nocturnal Art." Sikong Nan's technique changed continuously, and the black fog he emitted became thicker and thicker, gradually enveloping the entire valley.
Waves of miserable screams came from the black fog, and dozens of crimson red lights suddenly lit up in the black fog, looking extremely dazzling.
In the next moment, Lin Feng saw a dozen or so black shadows stumble out of the thick fog. Those were a dozen or so ferocious-looking, pitch-black ghosts. Those crimson red dots of light that lit up earlier were actually their eyes.
Sikong Nan's strange laughter came from the black fog, "What a pity, what a pity. Back then, I used the Thousand Ghosts Nocturnal Art, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Nocturnal Art. How bold was that? Now that I've fallen, I only have these dozens of ghosts left, but it's more than enough to deal with you. "
"Little bastard, once I kill you, I'll turn you into one of them, and you'll be at my beck and call for eternity!"
Lin Feng looked carefully and saw one of the weaker ghosts, although it was pitch-black and had a twisted face, he could still vaguely recognize its facial features. It was Sun Xiaozhu, who was just killed by Sikong Nan.
From the aura around this ghost, he completely retained Sun Xiaozhu's Qi Disciple level 8 cultivation when he was alive.
Sun Xiaozhu was the weakest among this group of Vengeful Ghosts. The other Vengeful Ghosts were at least at the peak of Qi Refinement. There were six Vengeful Ghosts that were probably Foundation Establishment cultivators when they were alive, but Sikong Nan extracted their souls to refine them.
The ghosts howled in front of him, but Lin Feng ignored them. He looked into the depths of the black fog and laughed, "You're really playing with a big axe in front of Lu Ban's door."
Sikong Nan was startled, "What did you say?"
Lin Feng smiled, his smile was as bright as the sun, raising his hand and lightly snapping his fingers.
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, a dazzling Buddhist light soared into the sky, and bursts of golden light washed away the black fog. The sound of Buddhist chanting filled with compassion lingered in the ears, and the chilly wind and ghostly cries disappeared in an instant!
The smell of sandalwood filled the air, calming one's mind. Lin Feng bathed in the Buddhist light, closed his eyes, and listened to the Buddhist chants. He tapped his hands lightly, feeling extremely satisfied.
The dozens of ghosts were having a hard time. They were all surrounded by the golden Buddhist light, and their bodies felt like they were being burned. They could only curl into a ball and bitterly resist.
The black fog dissipated, revealing Sikong Nan's lifeless face.
Twenty-four thirty-meter-tall giant Arhats stepped out from the golden fog behind Lin Feng, bringing with them an unparalleled pressure.
Lin Feng opened his eyes and chuckled, "Who did you say it was more than enough to deal with?"
His smile revealed his snow-white teeth, and they even shone faintly.
But in Sikong Nan's eyes, it made him shudder.
Sikong Nan had always thought that he was already savage enough, but looking at Lin Feng who was full of smiles right now, he only felt as if he was facing a primordial super monster.
Lin Feng smiled, and lightly waved his right hand, "Then, let's begin."
Twenty-four golden Arhats chanted the Buddhist chants together, and their voices were deafening. They strode toward Sikong Nan and the dozens of ghosts, shaking the earth and mountains.
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