Demon Recovery: Demolishing the Town Demon Temple at the beginning

In the blink of an eye, Ao Si's heart was turning a thousand times, and he couldn't figure out why.

Things got weird again. It turned out that the Dragon King and other Dragon Palace monks wanted to kill Ao Bai and Hei Xiong Jing as a testimonial.

As a result, Baiyu Daojun shot out, and even scolded the Dragon King and the Tang Emperor.

According to what everyone thought, the Lord of Hundred Desires must have died on the spot.

But Lord Baiyudao also saved and scolded him, but he was still safe and sound.

"Father!" Ao Qing suddenly said, "I'm afraid that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty wants to see the strength of my Dragon Palace, why not just take down this Lord of Hundred Desires!"

Things have come to this point, Ao Si is already on the verge of riding a tiger, and can only go all the way to the dark.

The Daoist Baiyu has a strong cultivation base, and the Dragon King doesn't want to provoke him at will, but in such a situation, if he doesn't make a move, wouldn't he be ridiculed by the monks all over the world for his lack of courage?

"Shoot, take this Baiyu Daojun!"

Ao Si made a decision, and even opened his mouth to spit out something like white miasma.

The white mist instantly filled the air, enveloping Lord Baiyu.

"You two stay with me, don't stay away!" Lord Baiyu said in his heart, I'm going all out, if the bet succeeds, with the handwriting of senior Chuhe, I will definitely not treat me badly.

If you lose...

It's a big deal!

Cultivation as a monk is to fight for fate with the heavens, and along the way, which time is it not a gamble?

Ao Bai and the black bear spirit were both moved in their hearts at this moment.

They didn't know the truth, and thought that Lord Baiyu was really giving.

At this moment, the two of them had completely accepted Baiyu Daojun, and only regarded him as a close friend who shared weal and woe and lived and died together.

The Dragon Clan in the Dragon Palace over there has already formed an formation, directly besieging Lord Baiyu. It seems that they not only want to forcibly kill Ao Bai and the black bear spirit, but even Lord Baiyu doesn't want to let him go.

Who made the Baiyu Daoist directly insult the Dragon King and the Tang Emperor?

The Dragon King's action at this moment is not only for his own face, but also for Li Qingming to see.

"call!"

Dragon King Aosi spewed out another mist of seven colors, and behind him the image of a real dragon shone brightly, and in the seven-color light, a golden bead with colorful colors swirled around.

It's Dragon Ball!

In order to be able to kill Baiyu Taoist Lord in one fell swoop, the Dragon King also went all out.

The pressure on Daoist Baiyu suddenly increased, reaching a point where he was almost about to collapse.

His strength is not weak, but it also depends on who he compares with.

He is of course inferior to the Dragon King, not to mention that there are still so many monks fighting with the Dragon King.

Daoist Baiyu kept complaining, thinking Chuhe, Chuhe, if you don't make a move, I will be gone!

The Dragon King was also relieved to see the situation where Baiyu Daoist could only parry but not fight back.

But at this moment, there was also a change from the monks of the Tang Dynasty.

I saw the monks from the Great Tang over there, and for some reason, they even gathered together.

"Form formation!"

Yuanliang Daoist left Li Qingming's side, and the huge canopy fell directly, fluttering into the sea.

He flashed directly onto the treasure ship, and shouted at a group of Da Tang monks through sound transmission, "Quickly form the formation!"

Those monks didn't know why, but they all acted subconsciously.

Who made Yuanliang real person's status respect high strength?

The red-browed Taoist vaguely expected that the situation might not be very good.

Because, he discovered that his master Ying Fengzi had never come out after entering the void that was chopped into pieces by His Majesty the Emperor.

Could it be... Chuhe is not dead yet?

Over there, Shengui Zhenjun, who had fallen to the Tang royal family, was watching Baiyu Daojun's good show, but unexpectedly, the scene now sang on his own head.

He had no choice but to gather with those monks and form a large formation under the command of Daoist Yuanliang.

"Father, what's going on over there?" Ao Qing and the other sons and grandsons also noticed the strangeness on the Tang royal family's side, but they were a little puzzled.

"Could it be to help me win this Baiyu Daojun?"

Hearing this, Ao Si felt that there was some truth, but after thinking about it secretly, he felt that something was wrong.

A mere Daoist of Hundred Desires, if the emperor Li Qingming makes a move, he can be crushed with just one finger, so why use this method?

And seeing that Li Qingming was still standing motionless in mid-air, it seemed that he had no intention of making a move at all.

Could it be that he felt that he lost face by fighting with Lord Baiyu?

Now that things have happened, Ao Si can only be mechanical, that's all he can think of.

"Children!" The Dragon King gritted his teeth, knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, "It must be that the monks of the Tang Dynasty felt that we couldn't take down the Lord of Hundred Desires, so they joined forces to help us, but we can't let the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty laugh at us. If you can't even take down a mere Lord of Hundred Desires, how can you talk about the conditions for negotiating with Datang?"

"Use all your strength to kill Baiyu Daojun!"

Ao Si's eyes turned red, and he stepped up his horsepower to stimulate his true energy to continuously gather.

All the sons and grandsons of the dragon were also beaten with chicken blood, and they used their housekeeping skills one after another.

Daoist Baiyu used one trick after another, but they were all shattered as soon as they were used. According to this posture, at most, they can't last for a stick of incense.

Now, once he used the secret method, he almost urged his own origin to fight hard. After a stick of incense, even if the monks of the Dragon Palace couldn't kill him, he himself would burn out his origin and fall.

"Quick! Try harder!"

Seeing Lord Baiyu Dao, Ao Si couldn't hold on anymore, and he spurred on everyone.

It's just that Ao Qing's untimely words came again.

"Father, the Great Tang side... I don't think it looks like forming an formation to help us? Turn it up...it looks like forming a defensive formation?"

"what!?"

Ao Si was startled, and his consciousness swept away.

I saw that the monks of the Tang Dynasty had already shrunk around the treasure ship of the Tang Dynasty, and Yuanliang Daoist led his masters to set up a thick barrier.

Looking at the positions and nodes where those people were standing, the well-informed Ao Si instantly understood.

"Vajra Wheel Formation!?"

After understanding this formation, the Dragon King's flushed and golden face instantly turned pale.

Chapter 352 Situation Reversal

Ao Si understands this formation, not because he has seen it before, but because he has learned about it in the records of Dragon Palace.

This is a legendary formation among Buddhist cultivators of the Tang Dynasty.

It is not an attack formation like the Fudo Mingwang Formation.

This vajra wheel formation is a complete defensive formation, because the formation is as strong as a vajra, and because it consumes a lot of energy, if you fail, you have to turn the wheel, so it is called the vajra wheel formation.

Unless it is the moment of life and death as a last resort, Buddhism will never use this kind of formation.

It is thought that as long as this kind of formation is performed, regardless of success or failure, the person who presides over the formation will be greatly consumed, and all his cultivation will be scattered. He must wait until 49 to recite scriptures and practice hard before he can fully recover.

Therefore, these formations are all Buddhist formations of the Zhen faction!

But, how to use it now?

Ao Si vaguely guessed, that's why his face was ashen.

"Father!? Why did you stop!?" Ao Qing yelled, "Quickly perform the exercises, Baiyu Daojun will not be able to hold on anymore!"

Ao Si felt bitter and didn't answer, but just looked at the cloud on the other side of the day.

At this moment, the cloud was slowly dissipating.

Amid the radiance, two figures appeared in the mist.

One person is that Ying Fengzi.

As for the other person.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Chuhe! ?

Chuhe...Chuhe is not dead! ?

The Tang monk was the first to be shocked, and looked at the Chu River in the dissipated mist in disbelief.

Under the sway of everyone's minds, the big formation trembled for a while and almost dispersed.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, hold on to the light in your heart!"

Yuanliang Daoist's direct words were great, so the big formation didn't collapse immediately.

Ying Fengzi turned his back to Chuhe, his body was stiff, as if he was being tortured at this moment.

The feeling of death is approaching, and the beard on the chin is soaked with sweat.

Chuhe is still the same as before, without any scars, let alone any abnormalities.

But that's what makes it scary.

How did he escape Li Qingming's astonishing strike! ?

Ying Fengzi's throat throbbed. He looked at Li Qingming, the corners of his mouth twitched, and wanted to transmit his voice to call for help, but found that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be blocked and could not be transmitted at all. He could only open his mouth and say hoarsely. .

"Your Majesty, save me..."

The voice is not loud, but everyone is a monk, so how could they not hear it?

The moment those Tang monks heard the call for help, their bodies turned cold, and they instantly understood why Yuanliang Daoist had to forcibly hold up such a large formation.

The sound reached Li Qingming's ears, and he felt even more horrified.

The majestic emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the majestic emperor, he actually felt the fear! ?

He wanted to make a move, but found that he was surrounded by an invisible and terrifying air mechanism, and he had a faint sense of terror that he would be bombarded and killed by the force of wind and thunder.