"Ghost King Cannon … Hundred Ghosts Night Spell … Got it, found it, it's here." Lin Feng was excited and read the description.
Ghost King Cannon was a secret spell of the Thousand Ghost Sect. It extracted the souls of countless ghosts, compressed them with a secret method and released them instantly. It was one of the killing moves of the Thousand Ghost Sect.
The Night of a Hundred Ghosts was a secret technique of the Thousand Ghosts Sect in the past. After killing the target, it could imprison the soul of the target and use a secret technique to refine a Yin Ghost. The Yin Ghost would hide in the user's mana and be released to attack the enemy when needed. The ghosts completely retained their cultivation when they were alive. The number of ghosts controlled was closely related to the user's cultivation.
Lin Feng rolled his eyes, "Thousand Ghost Sect? It seemed to be a popular demon sect a few hundred years ago. It was later destroyed by the Shu Mountain Sword Sect. "
The power structure of the Heaven Primal world was relatively stable. Besides the Great Zhou Dynasty joining forces to destroy Buddhism thirty years ago, there was not much change.
Before the Buddhist extermination incident, the three holy lands basically represented the strongest power in this world. Even during the Buddhist extermination incident, the figures of the Void Temple and the Mount Shu Sword Sect were faintly discernible, otherwise the Great Thunder Monastery would not have been destroyed.
Ever since the Three Holy Lands came into power, the days of the demonic path sects had been very difficult. Basically, they were like rats that everyone wanted to beat up. Even if a few of them were ambitious and powerful, they would eventually be suppressed and annihilated.
The Thousand Ghost Sect was a typical example. At its peak, it was far more powerful than normal sects. It was close to the three holy lands. It was the holy land of ghost cultivators and the leader of the demon sects.
However, after a few top old devils in the sect passed away due to one reason or another, the sect could not avoid the fate of destruction in the end. A sword cultivator from the Mount Shu Sword Sect came to their door and killed the whole sect alone with a single sword, becoming one of the legendary stories of this sword cultivator's fierce life.
Lin Feng glanced at Si Kongnan and suddenly asked, "You're from the Thousand Ghost Sect?"
Si Kongnan was stunned, then burst into laughter, "I didn't expect that someone still remembers the Thousand Ghost Sect."
"Yes, I'm the last elder of the Thousand Ghost Sect, Si Kongnan." He smiled proudly, "Where did you hear the name of the Thousand Ghost Sect?"
Lin Feng said slowly, "I heard a friend mention it."
Sikong Nan smiled and said, "At least you are knowledgeable."
Lin Feng continued slowly, "In his sect, the legend of your Thousand Ghost Sect has been passed down."
Sikong Nan was taken aback, "He also came from a demonic path sect?"
"That's not it." Lin Feng shook his head, a smile as warm as the sun in spring appeared on his face. "My friend is called Liu Yang. He's a disciple of the Mount Shu Sword Sect. In his sect, there's always been a legend of a powerful senior who single-handedly destroyed your Thousand Ghost Sect."
Instantly, Sikong Nan fell silent.
The next moment, the entire space within the Underworld Pearl trembled, and Sikong Nan's enraged roar reverberated, "I will kill you!"
Lin Feng snickered to himself. The angrier Sikong Nan got, the more unstable his control of his mana became, and the more flaws he revealed.
In fact, even the Underworld Pearl was rejecting him.
Sikong Nan was immediately taught a lesson. He was suppressed by the 24 Heaven Arhat Formation. At this time, he also knew that he had fallen into Lin Feng's trap. He quickly calmed down and fought against Lin Feng.
The spiritual energy within the Underworld Pearl was extremely viscous, like lead mercury. Lin Feng had a hard time manipulating this spiritual energy.
Moreover, after being in contact with this spiritual energy for a long time, Lin Feng found that his mana was showing signs of losing control.
It wasn't like the Blood River True Water that polluted his mana. Instead, it had the tendency of restoring the mana that Lin Feng had painstakingly cultivated to normal, pure spiritual energy.
Cultivators cultivated qi by absorbing the spiritual energy of the world into their bodies and transforming it into their own mana. However, the Underworld Pearl seemed to have a strange power that could reverse the transformation of spiritual energy and mana.
It is precisely by borrowing this power that Sikong Nan was able to resist the refinement of Lin Feng's 24 Heaven Arhat Formation's buddhist light.
After thinking about it, Lin Feng found that this treasure, the Underworld Pearl, was very likely related to the legendary Underworld True Water. It might even have been refined from the Underworld True Water.
The Underworld True Water, like the Blood River True Water, was one of the six great true waters of the world. It originated from the Underworld Yellow Springs and was an existence closer to hell than the Nether Blood River.
The Underworld True Water was also known as the Wangchuan River. The Underworld True Water was also known as the Unfeeling Water. Its power could purify everything in the world and restore it to its original state.
If a person's soul came into contact with a bit of the Underworld True Water, they would lose all their memories.
When mana came into contact with the Underworld True Water, it would also be restored to the purest spiritual energy of the world.
Luckily, the Underworld Pearl seemed to have been heavily damaged and didn't have the true Underworld True Water in it. Otherwise, all of Lin Feng's mana would have already been cleanly refined by now.
But the Underworld Pearl was refined from the Underworld True Water after all. It had some of the wondrous effects of the Underworld True Water, helping Sikong Nan resist Lin Feng's refinement.
Lin Feng calculated in his heart: "Water and fire are incompatible. To restrain the Underworld True Water, I must have the seven great true fires of the same level. I don't have the seven great true fires on hand, but there's also no true Underworld True Water here."
"The Fury of the Acala is one of the spiritual fires second only to the seven great true fires. If I can cultivate the Fury of the Acala, I will definitely be able to restrain the mana of the Underworld Pearl."
Unfortunately, just like the Ksitigarbha Golden Body, Lin Feng still hasn't been able to cultivate the Fury of the Acala divine ability. It's not that his talent isn't enough, it's that he who is only at the peak of Qi Disciple, his dao art realm is too low, not enough to cultivate the Fury of the Acala.
Lin Feng's gaze fell on the twenty four golden arhats, thinking: "Maybe I can borrow their power."
The twenty four sariras that form the formation are all the remains and spiritual bones of the Great Thunder Temple's buddhist high monks. The cultivation of these buddhist powerhouses when they were alive was far from as simple as foundation establishment stage. It's because Hui Ku's cultivation was only at foundation establishment stage that he was able to refine twenty four foundation establishment stage arhat silhouettes.
Now that they've fallen into Lin Feng's hands, following Lin Feng's dao art realm increase, foundation establishment stage is still fine. If one day he can form the golden elixir and achieve golden elixir period cultivation, he can refine these sariras again and obtain twenty four arhat silhouettes with the power of the golden elixir period. That would be the power that can penetrate through the heavens and penetrate through the earth.
Lin Feng converted his own mana into the buddhist fire mana of the Art of Acala, then used the fire mana of the Art of Acala to try and communicate with the twenty four golden arhats.
The three golden arhats reacted, resonating with Lin Feng's Art of Acala's mana.
Lin Feng's heart relaxed, knowing that he didn't guess wrong.
The sariras that manifested these three golden arhats were high monks when they were alive, the dao art they cultivated should also be the Art of Acala!
Lin Feng instantly smiled: "Then it's easy, I'm only afraid that within the twenty four of you, not a single one cultivates the Art of Acala. Now there's actually three, hehe, old ghost, you're dead for sure!"
Lin Feng continuously poured the Art of Acala's mana into the three arhat silhouettes. His mana sucked out the mana hidden within the sariras, the three arhat silhouettes instantly emitted raging flames and started to burn.
The other arhats formed groups of seven, splitting into three teams, respectively surrounding and protecting the three flame arhats and endlessly supplying their mana to the three flame arhats.
The three flame arhats put their palms together, chanting buddhist mantras, the flames on their bodies surged into the sky, merging into one above their heads and turning into a raging sea of fire.
A sense of alarm appeared in Sikong Nan's heart, he fearfully looked at the sea of fire above his head: "Little bastard, what are you doing?"
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