Chapter 63

Although the light of the Yellow Spring Pearl was resisting, Wang Lin, surrounded by black mist, felt himself getting colder and colder.

It wasn't a physical chill, but a trembling and icy coldness of the soul.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing from the depths of his heart, and no warmth from the outside could resist it.

He didn't realize that this was a sign of excessive mental exhaustion. If it continued, it would harm his spirit.

Although the Yellow Spring Pearl could somewhat restrain Sikong Nan, Wang Lin's cultivation was far too low. His spirit could not control the Yellow Spring Pearl and could not bear the consumption it brought.

Sikong Nan's strange laughter echoed in his ears, and his vision went dark. Wang Lin felt his mind about to collapse, and his thoughts began to drift aimlessly.

The first thing Wang Lin thought of was his parents: "Father, Mother, am I going to die? I am an unfilial son and cannot return to see you..."

Strangely, the second person Wang Lin thought of was a young Taoist in a white robe with wide sleeves and a feathered star cap.

"At that time, if I had followed that Taoist, would I have avoided today's disaster?"

Wang Lin's mind was already in chaos. Just before he lost consciousness, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Old ghost, get away from my disciple!"

Wang Lin strained to open his eyes. The light and shadows changed, and the last scene he saw was a flash of white light tearing through the thick black mist. The young Taoist in the white robe he had seen before appeared in front of him, looking at him with concern.

Wang Lin's lips moved, trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. His head tilted to one side, and he fainted.

Seeing that Wang Lin had only fainted due to mental exhaustion, Lin Feng was relieved. He turned to face Sikong Nan.

Sikong Nan glared at him coldly: "Young man, daring to ruin my plans, I will extract your soul and refine it into a ghost lamp, making you suffer the torment of ghost fire day and night!"

Lin Feng waved his sleeve, protecting Wang Lin behind him, and said calmly: "Leave immediately, and I will spare your life."

Sikong Nan's eyebrows shot up, and he laughed strangely: "Young man, you are courting death!"

Black mist surged and rose into the air, almost solidifying, then rapidly spun like a drill, pressing down fiercely on Lin Feng below.

Lin Feng's palms formed seals, and his magical power automatically transformed into the pure Buddhist power of the Earth Store Sutra, emitting a faint golden light all over his body.

The Earth Store Golden Body was not yet fully cultivated, so Lin Feng did not dare to be careless. He formed a Buddhist hand seal with both hands, using the Buddhist power of the Earth Store Sutra to perform the Small Cycle Spell he had comprehended from the Thunder Zen.

As the Small Cycle Spell unfolded, a golden light condensed above Lin Feng's head, forming a large "卍" symbol.

The black drill rapidly spun and pressed down. The golden "卍" symbol above Lin Feng's head rotated, deflecting the black drill far to the side, where it struck a cliff.

The cliff, which had withstood the erosion of a thousand years of wind and rain, was directly shattered by the black drill!

Lin Feng's expression remained calm, but he sounded the alarm in his heart: "This old ghost now has only a wisp of residual soul, yet his strength is equivalent to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. If he were to recover to his prime, how terrifying would he be?"

Whether it was the Earth Store Sutra or the Small Cycle Spell, both were secret Buddhist techniques with boundless mysteries. Only by combining them could Lin Feng withstand Sikong Nan's first attack.

Fortunately, he used the Small Cycle Spell, which redirected the black drill using its own force. Otherwise, with the incomplete Earth Store Golden Body, the outcome would likely have been disastrous.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted: "Since we have become enemies today, there must be no lingering threat! If you show mercy, don't act; if you act, show no mercy."

With this thought, he raised his hands, and twenty-four points of golden light flew out in all directions, landing on the ground.

Sikong Nan glared at Lin Feng and snorted coldly: "A Buddhist monk? I hate monks the most."

"Let me show you my Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts technique." Sikong Nan's seals changed continuously, and the black mist grew thicker, gradually enveloping the entire valley.

The black mist was filled with piercing screams, and dozens of bright red points suddenly appeared, glaring intensely.

In the next moment, Lin Feng saw more than a dozen dark figures stagger out of the thick mist. They were fierce ghosts with distorted faces and pitch-black bodies. The red points that had appeared earlier were their eyes.

Sikong Nan's strange laughter echoed in the black mist: "What a pity, what a pity. In the past, when I drove a thousand ghosts and ten thousand ghosts, what a grand spectacle it was! Now, reduced to this, I only have these dozen or so incompetent ghosts, but they are more than enough to deal with you."

"Brat, when I kill you, I will turn you into one of them, making you serve me for eternity!"

Lin Feng looked closely and saw one of the weaker ghosts. Although its body was black and its face was twisted, its features were still recognizable. It was Sun Xiaozhu, whom Sikong Nan had just killed.

From the aura around this ghost, it had completely retained Sun Xiaozhu's cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Practice.

Among the ghosts, Sun Xiaozhu was the weakest. The other ghosts were at least at the peak of Qi Practice. Six of them were likely Foundation Establishment cultivators before they were soul-extracted and refined by Sikong Nan.

Despite the howling of the ghosts, Lin Feng remained unperturbed, his gaze fixed on the depths of the black mist. He smiled: "You are truly showing off your axe skills in front of Lu Ban and your sword skills in front of Guan Yu."

Sikong Nan was taken aback: "What did you say?"

Lin Feng laughed, a bright and sunny smile, and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snap!" A brilliant Buddhist light shot up to the sky, and the black mist was instantly dispelled by the golden light. The compassionate chanting of Buddhist scriptures filled the air, and the ghostly wails vanished in an instant.

The scent of sandalwood wafted, calming the mind. Lin Feng, bathed in the Buddhist light, closed his eyes, listened to the chanting, and gently tapped his fingers, feeling extremely comfortable.

The dozen or so ghosts, however, were in agony, enveloped by the golden Buddhist light, feeling as if they were being burned by fire, and could only huddle together, struggling to resist.

As the black mist dissipated, Sikong Nan's stunned face was revealed.

Twenty-four giant Arhat figures, each ten zhang tall, stepped out from the golden mist behind Lin Feng, exerting an overwhelming pressure.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled: "You said you were more than enough to deal with who?"

His smile revealed his white teeth, even shining slightly.

But in Sikong Nan's eyes, it made him shudder.

Sikong Nan always thought he was ruthless enough, but now, looking at the smiling Lin Feng, he felt as if he was facing a super monster from ancient times.

Lin Feng smiled and gently waved his right hand forward: "Then, let's begin."

The twenty-four golden Arhats chanted the Buddha's name together, the sound deafening, and they charged at Sikong Nan and the dozen ghosts, their steps causing the earth to shake.