"Little monk, can you do it?”
He watched as the Zen sounds around him grew louder and louder, but there was no other movement.
Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but worry.
Why did she feel that Dustless 'trump card was somewhat unreliable?
It had been two minutes, but there was no reaction at all.
Even the originally nervous Witch of the Black Mountain couldn't help but yawn.
He looked at Dustless speechlessly.
He had originally thought that he had a big trump card.!
This was the result?
In an instant, the Witch of the Black Mountain did not even have the desire to attack.
For a moment, Nie Xiaoqian could not help but somewhat suspect if there was something wrong with Dustless 'spell.
"How can it not work? It definitely works!" At this moment, when Dustless heard Nie Xiaoqian's words, he immediately puffed out his chest.
As a man, how could he say no?!
It had to work.
Thinking of this, Dustless slowly exhaled.
Looking at the sky, Dustless gritted his teeth and said.
"Martial Uncles, is this really the case?!”
Just as he finished speaking, the surrounding Zen sounds suddenly became a little louder, as if responding to Dustless.
"Fine!" Seeing this scene, Dustless shook his head.
How could he not know that these ten or so uncles of his had actually come over long ago?
However, because he was too playful, he had not appeared yet.
Thinking of this, Dustless sighed helplessly and continued to speak.
"Forget it, that's the only way.”
As he said, Dustless began to circulate spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in his body quickly gathered, and for a moment, it actually brought along the surrounding wind to revolve around him.
Seeing this, the Witch of the Black Mountain above him quivered.
Was it finally coming?
The Witch of the Black Mountain stared intently at Dustless.
But in the next second, Dustless took a breath and then shouted loudly.
"Martial Uncle, help!"
His loud voice echoed in the surroundings. Behind him, Nie Xiaoqian was dumbfounded.
The Witch of the Black Mountain in the sky had a dark expression on his face.
What was he expecting?
At this moment, the Witch of the Black Mountain had long lost his patience.
He immediately prepared to attack and obliterate Dustless.
Thinking of this, the Witch of the Black Mountain circulated his spiritual power. Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky began to surge.
However, at this moment, a sound suddenly came from the sky.
"Haha, Amitabha. Don't panic, dear nephew. We're here to save you.”
"This uncle-master sounds better. This dragon is really something. Why is he making the spell so serious?!”
"I'm afraid it's just to act. Oh right, my good nephew, this idea was all Fu Hu's. It has nothing to do with us.”
"Bullsh * t. You were the most enthusiastic at that time.”
The sounds in the sky were chaotic, and it sounded like a bunch of people were arguing.
And the current Dustless had a helpless look.
Looking at Nie Xiaoqian who wanted to laugh but did not dare to, Dustless could not help but shake his head in his heart.
It was over. He had lost a lot of face.
Dustless never would have thought that these remaining 17 Arhats were actually as unruly as Crazy Ji.
Could it be that they were not family?
Fortunately, this situation did not last long.
A relatively calm voice appeared among the voices.
"Alright, don't let our nephew wait any longer. Hurry up and arrange your appearances.”
"Alright, I'll form the head."
"Get out of my way. Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. Don't you just want our nephew to see your charm first?! You wish."
"Amitabha. Long eyebrows, I think you want to be beaten up!”
"Come on!"
"Stop quarreling. This is outrageous. Our nephew is still in danger, and you still have the cheek to argue?!”
As soon as this calm voice sounded, the other voices paused for a moment.
He seemed to feel ashamed.
However, in the next second, that calm voice broke the defenses of the other Arhats.
"That's why I'm the only one worthy of the head, because I'm the only one who cares about our nephew.”
" Pah! Meditation? Don't even think about it!"
……
It was another round of crazy fighting. Dustless and the rest were somewhat dumbfounded as they waited.
The seventeen Arhats seemed to have finally discussed their positions.
In the sky, a golden light suddenly appeared in the originally dark clouds.
It was like a ray of dawn breaking through the night.
In just an instant, the vast Buddhist light instantly spread out.
In just an instant, half of the darkness caused by the Ghost Realm of the Witch of the Black Mountain was broken.
As for the ghosts under his hand, they instantly melted under the Buddhist light and disappeared without a trace.
If the Witch of the Black Mountain hadn't reacted in time and recalled the other ghosts, he would have lost everything he had.
This was only the beginning of the phenomenon. Even before the figure appeared, it already had such power.
In the next second, golden light appeared in the clouds that were filled with golden light.
A dozen little golden men appeared in the clouds. Some were riding tigers, some were leaning on pagodas, some were raising alms bowls, and some were half-lying down.
It looked extremely extraordinary.
They were the 17 Demon Subduing Arhats, excluding the Dragon Subduing Arhat.
"Amitabha!" The seventeen Arhats chanted the name of Buddha together, and the vast Buddhist light surged again.
The Witch of the Black Mountain's Ghost Domain shrank again. In the end, he could only use the Ghost Domain around him.
The rest was completely enveloped by the Buddhist light.
At this moment, the Witch of the Black Mountain was completely dumbfounded.
He completely did not expect Dustless's relationship to be so strong.
More than a dozen such powerful figures had come at the start. What the f * ck was he going to do?!
Originally, he did not care. After all, in his opinion, those powerful existences of the Buddhist Sect were all serious.
And those voices just now sounded out of tune. They definitely weren't powerful people.
Moreover, what powerful figure could Dustless summon with this bit of cultivation?!
It was just that he did not expect that Dustless was a person with connections.
He was the disciple of Crazy Ji, the reincarnation of Dragon-subduing Arhat, and the only junior of the eighteen Arhats.
That was a group pet.
An existence that could be indulged even if it broke the precepts.
At this moment, the Witch of the Black Mountain looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears. Did he just beat up the little one and make it old?!
But wasn't this the privilege of villains?!
Why didn't the old one come out?
Oh, he was old, so it was fine!
It was just that at this time, the Witch of the Black Mountain was still feeling unbalanced in his heart. He looked at Dustless with a face full of grief and indignation.
There were so many main characters in Parallel World, so why was this guy so outstanding?
He even stole the villain's privilege?
Could this guy be the villain?
The Witch of the Black Mountain had a guess.
……
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