Zongwu: Rebellion against Shaolin Temple and joining the Hehuan Sect

Seeing that Yuan Zhen was blown away and his life or death was unknown, Kong Xiang, who was at the third level of the Innate Realm with the highest cultivation level present, had to take action.

He just waved his robe, and it came towards Xu Kun like a big net, as if to trap Xu Kun. Behind the robe, there was a powerful Vajra Palm that he used his internal energy to kill Xu Kun. After all, skills have CD, and there must be a gap when such martial arts is just performed.

"Master Kong Xiang has taken action, and Zhi Yin will definitely have no way to escape."

"The cultivation of the third level of Xiantian is not something that a mere Zhi Yin can handle."

"You are running wild in my Shaolin Temple. Zhiyin is tired of living."

Xu Kun was seen rushing towards the cassock, trying to break it with his force. The power of Longxiang Prajna was so great that he tore the cassock into pieces immediately, but he was unexpectedly hit by the powerful Vajra Palm.

There was a "bang" sound, and Kong Xiang's palm seemed to hit steel, causing his palm to become numb.

The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra has been perfected and his physical strength has increased greatly, but the attack of the third level of the innate should not be underestimated. Xu Kun moved several steps and then paused.

"What? This little Zhi Yin actually survived a blow from Grandmaster Kong Xiang?"

"It must be a hallucination. My eyes are blurry. I must have stayed up too late last night."

"Buddha have mercy on me. My uncle-master must have been too merciful and didn't use his full strength, which is why he was blocked by little Zhiyin."

"Old monk, you felt great after being hit by that palm strike just now, right? It's rude not to reciprocate. Take my punch." Xu Kun was hit by the palm strike, but was not seriously injured. The damage was not great, but it was extremely insulting. After all, Xu Kun was an extremely arrogant person. He was the only one who could hit others, and no one else had the right to hit him.

Kong Xiang had witnessed Zhi Yin's power just now, and he also wanted to try for himself which of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Vajra Palm was better. So he used all his innate internal energy and unleashed the Vajra Palm with all his strength, colliding it with Xu Kun's Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm.

"With a loud bang." The true energy surged, and both sides retreated. At this speed, Kong Xiang would have to retreat a few more steps.

In order to maintain the dignity of the Shaolin monks, Kong Xiang forced himself to use his internal energy to offset the impact of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, and then vomited blood, which shocked his disciples.

“I didn’t expect that even Grandmaster Kong Xiang himself couldn’t take down Zhi Yin.”

"Buddha, isn't it time for this demon Zhiyin to die today?"

"I will recite the sutras and pray to the Buddha in the future, and ask the Buddha to show his power and take away this evildoer."

Kong Xiang was not a high-level monk to begin with. He vomited blood in public today and lost face. He did not care about his seniority and shouted towards the gate of the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation.

"If the thirty-six bronze men of Shaolin do not take action now, this disciple who violated the precepts will surely drive him down the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, figures were seen gathering in the dark cave. In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures flew out and arrived at the square. Upon careful counting, there were actually thirty-six bronze-skinned and iron-boned arhats.

Some curious disciples went to investigate their cultivation levels, but found that they could not find anything. Of course, Xu Kun, who possessed the thirteenth level of Great Perfection of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, naturally knew that these thirty-six people all had innate cultivation levels.

"Form the Thirty-Six Arhats Formation and capture the traitor Zhiyin." Kong Xiang didn't care about losing face, pointed at Xu Kun and immediately gave the order.

It turns out that the Shaolin Temple's Arhat Array is divided into the Eighteen Bronze Men Small Arhat Array, the Thirty-Six Iron Men Middle Arhat Array, and the One Hundred and Eight Gold Men Great Arhat Array.

Needless to say, the top-level Arhat Formation will not be used lightly unless the life and death of Shaolin Temple is at stake, so outsiders have no idea how powerful it is.

I have seen this formation of eighteen bronze men before. It is composed of eighteen bronze-skinned monks in the acquired realm. There is no rival for them except those in the innate realm. Even among those in the innate realm, only an expert can pass it successfully.

As for the Thirty-Six Arhats Formation, it is indeed composed of thirty-six Xiantian realm monks. Each and every monk has cultivated the Vajra Indestructibility to the Iron Bone stage.

In other words, any one of them can definitely defeat an ordinary second-level innate warrior, and is approaching the third level. Among the thirty-six people in the river, I am afraid that except for the eminent monks at the level of the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the rest of them will never be able to walk out of this formation unscathed.

After hearing Kong Xiang's words, the Thirty-Six Arhats realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately surrounded Xu Kun in three layers.

"Wow, really wow. After defeating the bronze man, now comes the iron man, right? Do you want the silver man and the golden man? You might as well just go through the entire periodic table of elements." Xu Kun saw that each master was more powerful than the other, which aroused his fighting spirit, and he couldn't help but joked.

"Now that you know the reason, you rebels, why don't you surrender quickly to avoid physical pain." It was obviously the person led by the Thirty-Six Arhats who spoke.

"I think if I defeat you, I should be able to go down the mountain." Xu Kun did not give a direct answer, but his words had already given the answer. If we fight, we will fight. Surrender is impossible.

Hearing Xu Kun's arrogant words, the Thirty-Six Arhats, who had always held a high position in the Shaolin Temple, were also very unhappy. Without saying much, they immediately used their martial arts to attack Xu Kun.

Thirty-six iron rods, in three layers inside and outside, blocked Xu Kunwei's way. Now they were spinning, which was even more dazzling.

The twelve people in the innermost part shouted loudly, gathered all their inner strength, poured it into the iron rods, and pressed straight towards Xu Kun.

Seeing this, Xu Kun did not dare to take it lightly, and mobilized his internal strength. The true energy surged as he changed his palm positions, condensing the internal force dragon around his body. But if someone looked closely, they would find that the internal force dragon at this time was not as condensed as at the beginning.

"We can't delay any longer. When our internal energy is used up, we can only rely on our physical strength. We won't kill them until it's absolutely necessary." Xu Kun also found that his internal energy was weakening. He thought to himself, "If it really comes to a life-and-death situation, I will send them to heaven to see the Buddha they love the most."

The twelve true dragons with internal force collided head-on with the twelve Arhats. At this moment, they were replaced by master monks in the innate realm. Their offensive was no longer as powerful as before, which collapsed at the first touch. Instead, they were in a stalemate with Xu Kun's Dragon Elephant Prajna.

But it was obvious that the peerless magic skill that could be on par with the Five Supremes was not something that twelve low-level innate warriors could deal with. After a moment of stalemate, the Arhats felt that they could not resist it. Seeing this, the Arhats in the two circles outside also stretched out their hands, placed them on the shoulders of the former monk, and their internal strength gushed out from their bodies and poured into the former Arhat, giving him a helping hand.

The original plan was to use the Arhat Formation to deal with Xu Kun, but now it has turned into a fight of internal strength. Everyone off the field is now praying. After the previous attack, Xu Kun has consumed a lot of internal strength.

As time went by, the internal strength of Xu Kun and the Arhats present were rapidly decreasing. The internal strength of both sides was like ice water meeting fire, and they were rapidly dissipating. After a while, most of the internal strength of both sides had been gone.

Xu Kun was not in a hurry. He wanted to wait until the other party's internal energy was exhausted and then kill them one by one. He was unwilling to give up.

The Thirty-Six Arhats were unwilling to stop at this moment. After all, could the internal strength of thirty-six people not be better than that of one kid?

Counterproductive

The thirty-six Arhats were sweating profusely at this moment, while Xu Kun was only sweating slightly. The outcome of the internal force battle was obvious.

"If you continue like this, your internal energy will be exhausted." Xu Kun provoked them. After all, in a fight of internal energy, whoever withdraws first and whoever rescues others will be more likely to suffer backlash.

“Boy, don’t be complacent. Even if our internal energy is exhausted, we still have an indestructible body.” The Thirty-Six Arhats replied.

"Okay, let's use it up first." Xu Kun's favorite thing to do is to smash the mouths of those who are stubborn. He doesn't know that the Vajra Indestructible Skill also needs the support of internal strength.

Even a strong monk like Kongjian, who had attained the Vajra Indestructible state, was killed by a single blow from the Golden Lion King after his internal energy was withdrawn. Several young monks present also possessed the Vajra Indestructible state. If their internal energy was exhausted, how could they activate such magical powers?

“Boy, judging from your attire, you seem to be a Shaolin disciple. God has mercy on us and there is no need to make a fuss like this.” An arhat tried to persuade him.

"You talk too much nonsense. I'm going to hit you first." Xu Kun hit back directly.

"You..." The arhat was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Time passed quickly and the internal strength competition ended quickly. The internal strength of the Thirty-Six Arhats had reached the bottom. Although Xu Kun's internal strength was greatly damaged, there was still some left.

Regardless of the previous words, the Thirty-Six Arhats withdrew their internal energy even if they would get injured. After all, the severity of their injuries from retreating would definitely not be as severe as the injuries inflicted by the opponent's internal energy.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave. Your Vajra is indestructible." Seeing that the thirty-six Arhats wanted to withdraw their internal energy, Xu Kun was really unwilling to let go. He insisted on using his internal energy to hold the Arhats hostage. In a few more breaths, the thirty-six Arhats would be seriously injured.

At the critical moment, a burst of Buddhist chanting came, making everyone present feel as if they were immersed in heavenly music and dizzy. Xu Kun was also affected by the Dragon Elephant Prajna magic, and he couldn't help but stop his internal force.

When the Arhats on the opposite side saw the opportunity, they immediately withdrew their internal energy and took several steps back, gasping for breath.

This vocal music is the unique Shaolin martial art, the soul-calling Sanskrit sound.