Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 458 Three Lifetimes of Reincarnation, That's It
The Arhat Fulong was filled with rage, his neck veins bulging like coiled dragons, and his body radiating intense Buddhist light.

Just as the fierce expression of Vajra was about to be formed, he suddenly closed his eyes and chanted a Buddhist mantra, and the boiling energy subsided like the receding tide.

This level of control over one's cultivation caused Xu Yunfan's pupils to shrink slightly. The violent aura that had almost broken through the city wall just now seemed to have never existed.

Xu Yunfan's fingers twitched slightly, and a faint blue array pattern appeared between his fingers, about to connect with the core of the mountain-protecting array deep within the earth veins of Hanya Pass.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly. The seemingly casual stance of the Arhat Fulong was actually a key point in the activation of an array, with his right foot landing precisely on it. His left palm, which was larger than a fan, was pressing down on the energy connection point.

This bald monk had such a thorough understanding of the formation's core direction set up by the Yuanshi Sect in Hanya Pass that he had completely severed the flow of the formation's power.

Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes. This Cold Crow Pass was probably thoroughly infiltrated by the Pure Land of Bodhi Zen, who had even figured out the crucial protective formation.

"Amitabha."

The Arhat Fulong clasped his hands together, and seven layers of Buddhist light suddenly appeared behind his head, each containing a phantom image of Xuanwu. "Why toil in vain, Benefactor Xu? The 'Seven Fiends Formation of the Mysterious Netherworld' is based on the thousand-year-old Yin Fiends of Hanya Pass, secretly aligning with the killing intent of Yin Fiends. A hundred years ago, when I was comprehending the mysteries of Zhenwu, I saw this formation mentioned in the 'Earthly Fiends Compendium' left by the True Man of the Yuan Demon Sect."

I have met the True Person of the Yuanmo Sect...

A cold glint appeared on Xu Yunfan's face. He feared that he had been set up and was being dragged out to be ambushed and killed.

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yunfan suddenly drew his fingers across his chest like a sword.

His mastery of array formations was on full display at this moment. The spiritual power he brought with his fingertips drew mysterious trajectories in the air, forcefully reconnecting the array patterns that had been interrupted.

A rumbling sound like muffled thunder came from the depths of the earth, and the entire city wall of Hanya Pass suddenly lit up with dense dark golden runes.

What the hell? !
Xu Yunfan only took over Hanya Pass a while ago, so how come he has so quickly grasped the intricacies of this mountain-protecting formation and can even make further adjustments and improvements?

The other party is also an expert in magic arrays!
The Arhat Fulong's expression changed drastically.

The blue bricks beneath his feet suddenly turned into quicksand, and seventy-two chains burst forth from the ground, their links engraved with the "Yin Sha Lu Wen" secret texts of the Yuan Shi Sect.

Even more terrifying, the entire sky suddenly twisted and cracked like a mirror, and the originally bright and starry sky was quickly covered by layers of dark clouds, and for a moment the sky was dyed black.

The River Styx surrounding Hanya Pass churned violently, and amidst the frantic churning of countless pale arms, seven sword energies carrying overwhelming Yin energy soared into the sky from the riverbed, like seven wicked dragons bursting forth from the abyss.

"Great Wheel King Escape!"

As the Arhat roared, his muscles swelled up as if inflated.

The ochre-yellow robe instantly shattered, revealing a bronze-colored body covered with dragon scale patterns.

The tattoo on his right arm transformed into a real azure dragon that coiled around his arm. The dragon's head bit the vajra pestle and slammed it heavily onto the ground. With a deafening roar, the golden ripples that erupted from the tip of the pestle even caused spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the space.

Xu Yunfan looked slightly surprised.

Blood was seeping from every pore of the Arhat Fulong's body, but in the instant the blood droplets splattered, they transformed into thousands of blood-red Sanskrit characters.

The Sanskrit characters, like living things, burrowed into the void, and the Arhat's body also transformed into a blood rainbow, escaping outside the pass in the instant before the Yin Sha sword energy could surround it.

"Want to go?"

Xu Yunfan, standing atop the city wall, sneered and drew a dark black longsword from thin air with a backhand motion.

The moment the sword appeared, the True Martial Demon-Slaying Sword Qi swept across the four directions like an ink dragon emerging from the abyss.

The entire River Styx immediately boiled as if it were being cooked, the viscous surface churning violently and creating black waves more than ten feet high.

Even more terrifying, countless distorted faces emerged from the waves, and the wronged souls imprisoned by the River Styx for thousands of years rushed towards the sword energy.

They tore at each other's rotting bodies, forming layers of ghastly white walls on the river's surface. The shrill screams as they were shredded by sword energy caused the rocks on both banks to crumble and crumble. The successive waves of the dead squeezed the River Styx into an increasingly violent frenzy, the sound of the turbid waves crashing against the banks like a thousand muffled thunderclaps, and even the walls of Hanya Pass trembled slightly in this frenzied self-destruction.

These souls who fall into the River Styx are destined to never be reborn, and naturally they want to use this opportunity to escape the cycle of reincarnation.

Xu Yunfan coldly swept his gaze over the churning souls in the River Styx, and suddenly formed a hand seal between his fingers.

The dark gold talismans on the walls of Hanya Pass lit up brightly in response, and seven Yin Sha chains roared out from the array's core, twisting into the boiling River Styx like giant pythons.

Those struggling, pale arms let out a shrill wail, forcefully pressed back to the riverbed by the runes flowing on the chains. When the turbid waves subsided, a layer of black, icy aura condensed on the river's surface, sealing countless souls back into eternal damnation.

At this moment, the Arhat Fulong appeared three hundred feet away, his right arm tattoo of a blue dragon now faded and dull.

When he saw the long sword in Xu Yunfan's hand, his cloudy pupils contracted violently, and the dragon pattern on his neck twisted uncontrollably.

Thirty years ago, when he was building his foundation in Chucheng, he sensed that the True Martial Sword had been born somewhere in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm. After searching for three years without success, he had no choice but to use the Demon-Subduing Pestle instead.

Seeing it with his own eyes now, he was surprised to find that the Dao patterns on the sword were perfectly matched with his own cultivation technique, as if they were meant to belong to him.

"The True Martial Sword?!"

The Arhat Fulong's expression was extremely complicated. Back then, in order to find this magic weapon that matched the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture, he had practically searched high and low.

"I never expected it to end up inside the Yuanmo Sect..."

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

"Is it fate or destiny? Is it truly impossible for me to attain enlightenment through this method?"

The moment this thought arose, the Arhat Subduing Dragon suddenly felt his mind clear.

The obsession with reincarnation through three lifetimes melted away like ice and snow, and the restless dragon pattern on his neck gradually subsided.

He looked down at the golden-red blood seeping from his palm, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Excellent! This child is not a calamity, but rather an opportunity for this old monk!"

The fragments of the kasaya moved without wind, and the Buddha's light emanating from the body changed from golden to dark.

The True Martial Profound Skill, which had always been just one step away from completion for the past thirty years, suddenly reached its full potential under the pressure of life and death.

The incomplete tortoise-snake phantom in Xu Yunfan's dantian suddenly solidified, creating a strange resonance with the Zhenwu Sword in Xu Yunfan's hand.

Sensing the unusual movement of the Zhenwu Sword in his hand, Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow. With the infusion of Zhenwu magic power, the Zhenwu Sword immediately calmed down.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yunfan thought to himself.

It seems that I will need to cultivate and nurture my mind and spirit after returning home before I can use it as easily as an arm.

"I see."

The Arhat's expression was serene, and his bronze body revealed the Big Dipper pattern that was exactly the same as Xu Yunfan's. "The essence of the True Martial Subduing Demon Scripture lies in the two words 'subduing demons.' I have cultivated for three lifetimes, and only today do I realize that the demon I subdued was actually the obsession in my heart."

He suddenly tore open his tattered monk's robe, revealing the Xuanwu tattoo slowly taking shape on his chest.

The swastika symbol of Bodhi Pure Land is crumbling inch by inch amidst the intertwining of tortoise and snake.

Break and then stand!
Xu Yunfan was surprised. This Pure Land of Bodhi Zen was indeed unique in its ability to cleanse the mind, and it could produce such a change.

(End of this chapter)