The Arhat Formation was made up of 108 staff-using monks. Nine of them formed a square formation, and the Postliminary Realm experts formed the Arhat Formation. Then, the twelve Arhat Formations formed the Arhat Formation.
Each group of Arhat Formation was arranged vertically and horizontally, in order, they felt very calm.
Although the highest cultivation of the Arhat Formation was only at the initial success of the Houtian realm, even those who had reached the peak of the Houtian realm or those who had just entered the Xiantian realm would not be able to escape once they were trapped in this formation. Once the Arhat Formation launched a group attack, the attack would be endless and endless. After a long time, those who were trapped in the formation would be exhausted to death.
"Hah!"
The 108 martial monks shouted in unison and waved the Eyebrows-length Staff in their hands. The entire courtyard was filled with strong winds, and their monk robes fluttered in the air. They were full of momentum.
Lin Tian only felt the air in front of him freeze. Then, he felt countless indescribable auras pressing down on him. It was as if he had suddenly been thrown into a huge vortex. His body could not help but want to spin and sink into it.
If it was an ordinary Postnatal realm expert, it would be good if they could use 50 - 60% of their power under such pressure. However, for Lin Tian, who had already comprehended the Death Intent Domain, this little pressure could not suppress his power at all.
As soon as Lin Tian stepped into the array, several rod shadows came down head-on. Not only that, but his left and right sides, his front, abdomen, back, and lower body were also hit by several long rods.
In the midst of the storm-like attacks, Lin Tian was like a small boat in the sea. He could capsize at any time, but every time he reached the most critical moment, Lin Tian would be able to dodge.
"What an exquisite movement technique. I wonder which sect Lin Tian's master is from?!”Seeing that Lin Tian could walk leisurely in the Arhat Formation, Fang Sheng could not help but exclaim.
"I can't tell." "But his footwork has a Taoist feel to it.”
" Taoism?!"
"Could it be the Wudang Sect?" Fang Sheng frowned.!”
"That's not very likely. I often fight with Wudang Sect's Taoist Priest Chong Xu. I'm also very clear about Wudang Sect's martial arts, but it's completely different from this kid's.”Fang Zheng shook his head.
"No matter what! At this moment, he was trapped in the Arhat Formation. After a while, he would eventually be defeated. The 108 Arhat Formation had never been broken by anyone before.”Fang Sheng was very confident in the 108 Arhat Formation.
"Yes."
Fang Zheng nodded, but for some reason, he felt uneasy.
He looked at Fang Sheng and instructed,""Junior brother, go to the back mountain and invite the three uncle-masters over. You can't let Lin Tian leave today, or our Shaolin Temple will lose face.”
"Ah, Senior Brother, that can't be. Not to mention that Lin Tian was only at the peak of the Postnatal Realm, even an expert who had just entered the Connate Realm would not be able to break through this 108 Arhat Array. Wouldn't it be a little too much to ask his uncle-master to come out of the mountain?”Fang Sheng could not understand.
"There's nothing wrong with being careful.”Fang Zheng frowned.
"Yes, Senior Brother."
Fang Sheng responded and turned to leave. The back mountain of Shaolin Temple was not far from Taishi Mountain, so it would take less than fifteen minutes to go back and forth.
………
Lin Tian's body moved, and he jumped up like a rabbit.
Although the staff-wielding monk of Brohan Formation could not take down Lin Tian for a while, he had adapted to the rhythm of Lin Tian's movement. Every time Lin Tian took a step, countless long staffs would attack, forcing Lin Tian to move again. He could not stop for a moment.
The staff-wielding monks who were setting up the array were all waiting, waiting for Lin Tian to be exhausted.
Although Lin Tian had the Nine Yin Scripture, his internal energy was endless, and he could withstand the continuous battles without sleep or rest. However, even if the Nine Yin Scripture was abnormal enough, there was still a limit. Lin Tian did not think that he could withstand the energy consumption of a 108-person formation.
Moreover, even if he could, Lin Tian would not waste this time.
Suddenly, Lin Tian rose from the ground and rose dozens of feet high. As he moved, seven figures suddenly appeared in the air. It was difficult to tell which was Lin Tian's real body.
Unable to distinguish the real body, the staff-wielding monk's attack paused.
Nine Spiral Shadows!
In the Nine Yin Scripture, other than the Snake Flipping Technique, there was another lightness skill.
Or rather, his movement technique was a little inappropriate.
This was because the Nine Spiraling Shadows was a martial art that combined movement techniques, footwork, and the use of internal strength. It could be pulled up tens of feet from the ground and could also fly tens of thousands of miles in the air. When cultivated to the highest level, it could transform into nine figures, which was similar to the supreme Buddhist technique,"Nine Manifestations of the Lotus Platform".
The Nine Spiraling Shadows, which was at the level of perfection, could already transform into seven figures.
The staff-wielding monks 'attacks stopped, naturally giving Lin Tian an opportunity to take advantage of.
The sword light flashed, and in an instant, three swords stabbed out. The only three masters of the initial success realm in the Brohan formation died under Lin Tian's sword in an instant.
"Fang Xu, Fang Zhu, Fang Ye…Junior Martial Brothers!”Fang Zheng cried out sorrowfully.
The three staff-using monks in the initial success realm of the 108 Arhat Formation were like Fang Sheng. They were his junior brothers. How could he not be sad when they died under Lin Tianjian?
In his grief, Fang Zheng followed up with a palm strike.
Although it seemed like Fang Zheng had only sent out a light palm strike, and the palm strike looked ordinary, it suddenly shook slightly halfway through. Instantly, one palm strike turned into two palm strikes, two palm strikes turned into four palm strikes, four palm strikes turned into eight palm strikes, eight palm strikes turned into sixteen palm strikes…
In the end, it transformed into 32 palm shadows that attacked Lin Tian.
Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm!
Even among Shaolin's various martial arts, this Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm could be ranked in the top ten.
"Good!" Lin Tian's eyes lit up.
He didn't dodge, nor did he rely on the sword to break his palm.
His left hand held the claw, turning it up and down, retracting and releasing it. Countless claw shadows suddenly appeared and faced Fang Zheng.
Nine Yin Divine Claw!
Under Lin Tian's claw, countless palm shadows were shattered.
Fang Zheng retreated continuously and looked at Lin Tian in shock, His sword technique, movement technique, fist technique, and even claw technique were all so superior. How was it possible that he was only twenty years old?! According to the records of the Shaolin Temple, even in the Song Dynasty hundreds of years ago, when martial arts flourished, there was no such monstrous talent.
After repelling Fang Zheng, the Arhat Formation lost three formation leaders, so it was naturally full of flaws. In just a few breaths of time, several more staff-wielding monks were killed by the long sword in Lin Tian's hand.
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