The Eighteen Arhats Array subtly integrated the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, endlessly generating itself, and was something that ordinary people could not break through.
However, in the face of seventy years of accumulated inner strength, it was as good as non-existent. The old lady's bamboo pole turned into afterimages, and her formidable aura swept through the area, sending all the monks flying backwards, coughing up blood.
The formation collapsed in an instant.
"Buddhist monks, just so-so. Spending your days indulging in pleasures, your cultivation level has regressed instead of progressed."
The old lady said indifferently.
"How many years of power did Old Lady Ghost give you?"
The Abbot was a mix of shock and rage, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
"Not much, just seventy years."
"Madwoman!"
"What does it matter if I'm mad? As long as I can level your Thousand Buddha Temple, it's all worth it."