Previously, he indeed did it like this.
The array power gathering in one spot is indeed the greatest advantage of the Arhat Array, but it is also its greatest flaw.
As long as his attack is strong enough and fast enough, it will force the array to continuously shift its power according to his movents.
In this way, it becos riddled with flaws!
Of course, that is not the case now.
With the entry of the remaining two heads of the courts into the array, their operations beca smoother, making it extrely difficult to recreate such opportunities as before.
"So, are you all still going to hold back?" Luo Chen asked with a smile, as if having a friendly chat.
But this deanor, in the eyes of others, was unspeakably arrogant and conceited.
It was as if it was an insult that the monks of the Hanging Temple were not dealing with him with their full might.
The pale-faced monk pinched the prayer beads in his hand and said coldly, "This demon is incorrigible and hard to convert. Let us obliterate him, and then block Xuan Du!"
As he spoke, the figure of the head of the Dharma Hall completely blended into the array as well.
And the Thirty-Six Arhat Array gradually began to change.
Flowing smoothly like water when moving.
As heavy as a mountain when still.
The spirit pressure connected with each other, like a giant millstone, about to grind everything within into powder.
Luo Chen, deep within it, suddenly found his previously exceptional speed of movent greatly suppressed, even making it difficult for him to perform the Fire Escape Technique.
His smile gradually faded, looking around calmly.
Is this the true Thirty-Six Arhat Array?
Its power continues to climb!
Suddenly!
Soone wearing a cotton robe appeared out of nowhere, raising a zen staff to smash down on Luo Chen.
Luo Chen responded with a reversed-hand sword, deftly deflecting the zen staff with minimal effort.
"The head of the Heart Zen Institute?"
Above, sword qi crackled through the air, intent on splitting mountains and breaking stones.
Luo Chen used a single palm to forcibly send the familiar precept sword flying.
"The head of the Arhat Hall!"
Suddenly the sound of thunder erupted, followed by the transformation into endless Buddhist chants.
"Om! Mani! Pad! Hum!"
Amidst the chanting, the people felt as if they were falling into hell on earth.
Yet, strangely enough, Luo Chen stood amidst it, seemingly unaffected, his eyes instead gleaming brightly, turning into mirror flower, water moon.
The Buddha’s head fell, the fairy disrobed.
The revelry of wine and lust, the desires of all beings, were innurable.
Spirit vision illusion technique against the illusion realm of true words—this is the most extre and perilous collision, one wrong move and he would be lost forever.
However, the result erged in an instant.
An elder monk with compassion for all, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, eyes still bewildered as he retreated into the array.
"His divine soul endownt is too strong, it cannot be affected!"
Protected by the soul technique of "Prison Suppression," Luo Chen was not greatly affected, but just as he left the illusion realm of true words, a massive hand seal attacked from behind.
Luo Chen didn’t have ti to react, thrusting a sword backward.
Clang!
The killing strike of the head of the Prajna Hall was broken, anger surging on his fair face.
"In anger, advancing deeply, Vajra Prajna!"
Another palm struck, powers stacking.
Luo Chen also struck with a palm, yet this ti he couldn’t withstand it.
Boom!
Amidst the clash of palms, Luo Chen was sent flying backward.
Within the array, attacks rained down continuously, all sorts of techniques and magic items bombarding him.
His entire figure subrged into the boundless sea of Buddha energy.
Outside the array, the onlookers were all awestruck by this scene.
Luo Chen’s sudden assault almost broke the renowned Arhat Array, leaving them surprised.
Could the strength of a single individual really be this formidable?
Yet with the completion of the Arhat Array by the eight court masters, their minds also trembled.
The endlessly changing attacks, overwhelming in their diversity, coupled with the constant motion of the array, its power continued to amplify wildly.
Is there truly a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator in the world capable of contending with this unparalleled array?
"Luo Chen is in danger!" a group of Nascent Soul Old Monsters at the entrance concluded after discussion.
The Great Brahma Prince also agreed with this assertion, yet recalling that first encounter with the opponent, he felt less certain.
Especially when his gaze fell upon that Bamboo Sea, making it harder to assert.
"The outco is still uncertain."
The Tuo Po beside him was puzzled but soon rembered that shocking first glimpse, revealing a look of suspicion and uncertainty on her charming face.
"Can that move contend with the Arhat Array?"
As if to validate their speculation.
Within the array, Luo Chen, after a series of injuries, no longer held back his thods.
With a long roar, his true body of a thousand zhang rose from the ground.
Three heads nacing, white face, red head, Yaksha’s wrathful appearance.
Six arms eerie, manipulating clouds and winds, stirring the array.
Different from the initially empty six arms, this ti each held several magic items.
One hand wielding a sword, two hands gripping a stick, two golden feathers separately on two arms.
Only one hand remained free.
Witnessing this, the monks of the Hanging Temple were collectively shaken.
Three heads and six arms—isn’t this a Buddhist Divine Power?
"Senior Brother Xuan Du, the technique should not be imparted lightly. Such divine power, how could it be granted so easily?"
The head of the Prajna Hall recognized the essence of Luo Chen’s transformation technique at first glance. After questioning loudly, there was no response.
His anger intensified!
"Monks, follow to subdue the demon!"
Within the array, deep crimson shackles ford, descending from the heavens, aiming at Luo Chen’s colossal true body.
To this, Luo Chen was fearlessly unafraid, pointing a finger at the place of his Purple Mansion on his chest.
Clang, clang!
Clang, clang!
Nurous red chains surged forth from his body, sweeping through the void, knocking away the descending shackles.
Flexing his limbs slightly, Luo Chen’s three pairs of eyes scanned in all directions, revealing a fierce look.
"Now, it’s my turn!"
The Yuan Tu Sword Light scattered like rain.
The Heavenly Stick stirred rivers and seas.
Two Life-taking Golden Feathers pierced without cease, appearing and vanishing unpredictably.
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