showdown!I dominate the world of immortality by eating melons

Tiger Dalang didn't hesitate anymore, gathered a powerful magic power, and smashed it in the direction of the demon cultivator.

Still, he miscalculated.

They are still in the formation. Although this formation is not as good as Ye's secret skill, it is still somewhat sophisticated.

The spiritual energy turned a few corners and dispersed, almost accidentally injuring his comrades, but it was unable to harm the demon cultivator at all.

It's just that the horn sound has been deciphered and is no longer useful. It is just a noise in the ears.

At this moment, several figures suddenly jumped down from the lush trees on the side.

When Tiger Dalang entered this secret realm just now, he felt that someone seemed to be hiding there.

But the aura was not very obvious, as if he was surrounded by something, and the situation was urgent, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now, after those people came out, Tiger Dalang immediately looked at them warily——

I saw those monks, all of them bald and wearing monk's clothes. Depending on their level of Taoism, some wore light gray and some wore light yellow, but they all showed their identity as disciples of Taichu Temple.

It seemed that they were also affected by this "lotus" magic lamp and suddenly woke up. Then they broke free and jumped down one after another.

"That's my ancient Buddhist magical weapon! How did it fall into your hands!?" One of the bald disciples shouted immediately when he saw this.

"Don't worry! Now is not the time to ask this question! Recite the mantra to clear your mind!" Another old monk who looked like an abbot touched his snow-white beard and gave the order immediately.

Suddenly, the group of monks picked up the rosary beads in their hands and began to recite the Pure Heart Dharma in unison.

The voice was like a song, like a curse, like a cry, like a cry, with powerful spiritual power, it suddenly took over an overwhelming advantage, and instantly returned the sins that Tiger Dalang and the others suffered just to the demon cultivator.

The situation turned against the wind——

Amidst the chanting of incantations, the demon cultivators all covered their ears in agony.

Some were bleeding from all the holes on the spot and fell to the ground and died suddenly. Some were vomiting blood, rolled their eyes, and fainted. Others were in pain, rolling on the ground holding their heads.

Although Wu Dalang and the others were trapped in the formation and could only watch the show, they were unable to catch all these demon cultivators in one fell swoop.

However, it seems that these monks from Taichu Temple do not intend to be "compassionate". The voices of chanting mantras are getting louder and louder, with the momentum of driving them away!

After a while, the demon cultivators were finally unable to resist, and they all took out their life-saving magic weapons, ready to run away at any time.

When the monks saw this, how could they not chase after him?

Soon, while chasing and escaping, the two groups of people disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path.

The show came to an end, but Chen Fan still felt a little unfinished. Just as he was about to clap his hands and applaud, he was suddenly grabbed by the neck and caught.

"Chen Fan, the only people who can stand up here are you and me. You have to think of a way to break the formation, otherwise we will all have to answer here today!"

Tiger Dalang narrowed his eyes and glared at him fiercely.

A chill ran down Chen Fan's spine, and he quickly shrank his neck, looking down at Lin Wan who was being held in Hu Dalang's arms. Her face was frighteningly pale, but the situation did not look as bad as Shen Yanchuan. Chen Fan looked around and found that the situation was exactly as Hu Dalang said. The three spiritual pets also fell. Jiang Yuehan looked uncertain about his life or death. He and this powerful monster were really the only ones still able to move freely.

How to do?

What's the difference between asking him to break the formation and asking him to die?

Of course his best thing is drawing talisman.

"Brother Tiger, please give me some time. I will draw a few talismans to rescue them... Although I am not good at breaking formations, you have also seen that I can draw talismans. Although the talisman I draw does not count, It’s very easy to use, but it’s definitely different from the talismans on the market…”

"Shut up and paint if you want! Say one more word and I will let you die early!"

Hu Dalang's eyes darkened, and that awe-inspiring and inviolable kingly aura suddenly made Chen Fan shiver.

He quickly picked up the pen and began to draw the symbols with concentration...

Chen Fan was not a disciple from a regular family of cultivators. He was just a child from an ordinary mortal family who was born with an ominous birth and was abandoned by everyone.

When he was eight years old, he went to the mountains with his relatives to visit tombs. He accidentally saw the decorative symbols and copied a few strokes with him. Unexpectedly, ghosts were attracted that night, making their family restless.

In this way, he was kicked out of the Chen family door.

As for how he became a monk in the Shifang Temple, there was an extremely rough story, which had long been buried deep in his heart and became a shadow.

After becoming a talisman cultivator, he took an unusual path and specialized in studying strange directions. The talisman papers he drew were also different from those drawn by ordinary talisman cultivators.

Although it can be used in secret realms and is extremely powerful, in daily use, it often suffers from various sloppiness, which is annoying.

The monks in Shifang Palace don't think much of the talismans he made. Moreover, his talismans must have some side effects. If they don't show up now, they will definitely suffer backlash in the future.

Now, it is not difficult for him to make a batch of talismans that awaken people's consciousness. Although it sounds a bit fanciful, it is not difficult for him.

Chen Fan closed his eyes, and various protective charms immediately appeared in his mind, swirling back and forth in his mind in a certain order.

With a stroke of the pen, three soul-reviving talismans were freshly released!

Tiger Dalang took the talisman paper over and looked at it. He saw that the spells on the yellow talisman paper seemed to be flashing with a faint black light. He couldn't help but curse in his heart:

All of them claim to be righteous monks, but the methods they use are all crooked! Human beings are so ridiculous!

He put the soul-reviving talisman on Shen Yanchuan's forehead with his backhand, and wanted to see the effect first.

After a while, Shen Yanchuan's fingers moved.

So Hu Dalang no longer hesitated and affixed talisman papers to Lin Wan and Jiang Yuehan respectively.

In her hazy consciousness, Lin Wan once again came to the dark void. The figure standing in front of her was her inner demon.

She didn't know how many times she had dreamed of such a scene, and the curiosity in her heart became more and more intense. She always felt that this dream seemed to be foretelling something.

"Who are you anyway? What do you want to tell me?"

The other party didn't answer, and the smile on his face always had a strange arc.

Lin Wan knew that this figure liked to consume him like this, so he planned to look for clues from other directions.

What clothes is that figure wearing?

What kind of hairstyle is she wearing?

Does she have any special accessories?