Who says that Taoist priests only know how to maintain health?

"How?"

Chen Mu asked with a smile.

The two of them were hiding in a dense forest at this time, hiding their breath.

Looking along the line of sight, you can see a series of birdmen, who are honing the military formation.

"Everywhere you look, it's the Buddha's land!!!"

Tang Seng pondered for a long time and said slowly.

"I hope you can do it..."

Chen Mu rolled his eyes.

It's easy to say.

There are 100,000 heavenly soldiers in this military camp, and their strength is averagely in the realm of heavenly immortals and mysterious immortals.

The one who controls a military camp is a thirty-winged angel, between the peak of the Taixuan realm golden immortal and the half-step Daluo.

It is definitely a tough opponent.

What's more, the opponent has an advantage in military strength.

Different from the angels he encountered before, these angels can condense battle formations and summon the ancient angel king.

"If we can trap the thirty-winged angel, the other military formations are not to be feared..."

Since we are here, Chen Mu is a little tempted.

"Ding! Kill the Mermaid King and get the special formation, the Nine-bend Yellow River Formation!"

Just when Chen Mu was worrying about how to deal with the thirty-winged angels, a reminder sounded.

He couldn't help but take a breath.

Nine-bend Yellow River Formation?

This is definitely one of the top killing formations.

And he has mastered the Hunyuan Golden Bowl. If both sides cooperate...

It can lose the immortal spirit, eliminate the immortal spirit, trap the immortal form, and damage the immortal spirit...

In summary, if you go in, even if you are a Daluo Jinxian, you will be tossed to the point of being miserable.

If you don't have the ability to break it, you will most likely fall into it.

"My goodness, I've been lucky recently... Surprises come one after another."

"Lord Buddha, why don't you take a long-term view and let this poor monk prepare..."

Feeling the other party's breath, Tang Seng felt that he would be easily beaten to death if he preached Buddhism in the past.

It is better to wait until he has achieved success in his practice and convince others with virtue before teaching Buddhism.

"I'll handle this, you bring people to help me hold back those angel legions..."

With the Nine-bend Yellow River Formation, even a half-step Daluo has the confidence to wrestle.

Without any pause.

Directly consume a huge amount of faith power.

Pour all into the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

"Ding! The quality of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl has been improved to the first grade of the innate spiritual treasure!"

"Ding! The quality of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl has been improved to the second grade of the innate spiritual treasure!"

"Ding! The quality of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl has been improved to the third grade of the innate spiritual treasure!"

In the end, the power of faith could not be retained.

Of course, Chen Mu was also happy to do so.

As long as the thirty winged angels were killed, most likely a special magic weapon would be exploded.

No matter how you calculate this business, it is a sure win.

"Lord Buddha, disciple understands..."

Tang Seng did not refuse.

After confirming the plan, Chen Mu started to act directly.

It was still the same routine.

The Immortal Slaying Knife appeared.

"Please turn around, baby!"

Accompanied by the sound.

The blade light appeared.

The thirty-winged angel noticed something was wrong and summoned a golden giant sword.

Blocked the blade light.

Before it could scold, a golden bowl appeared.

"Hmph!"

The disdain in the other party's eyes could be clearly seen.

The golden giant sword shone brightly, and it looked like it wanted to directly split the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Chen Mu was in no mood to pay attention.

Accompanied by a thought.

The formation with the Hunyuan Golden Bowl as the center of the formation unfolded.

The Nine-bend Yellow River formation has reappeared in the world after who knows how many eras it has gone through.

Twisted space, chaotic atmosphere.

As the thirty-winged angels were put into the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Chen Mu's heart was also lifted.

The third grade of the innate spiritual treasure is still a little short.

If it was a complete Hunyuan Golden Bowl, there would be no need to worry. Now he was worried that the thirty-winged angels, who were comparable to the half-step Daluo, would break the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

If this situation really happens, I can leave in disgrace.

Fortunately, the thirty winged angels that were taken in could never break the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

This also made the Nine-bend Yellow River Array gradually begin to show its power.

Waves of power washed over the thirty winged angels.

Every time.

It reduced the energy on the surface of the opponent's body by a few points.

"Who!"

"I am the 12th Angel Legion, Legion Commander. If you dare to touch me, the angels will definitely not let you go."

A threatening voice sounded.

Chen Mu was in no mood to pay attention.

He now had to concentrate on controlling the Nine-bend Yellow River Array and could not be distracted.

Fortunately, he had already called Brother Tiandao in advance.

Three thousand heavenly soldiers were in place.

And those angels who had been stunned for a while also came back to their senses.

With the help of the archangels, they began to form a formation.

"Form a formation!"

One of the heavenly soldiers shouted.

Before the voice fell.

ThreeThousands of heavenly soldiers were divided into five teams in an orderly manner.

"Qinglong, form a battle array!"

"Baihu, form a battle array!"

"Suzaku, form a battle array!"

"Xuanwu, form a battle array!"

"Qilin... form a battle array!!!"

Five spirits appeared.

Almost at the same time.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers had formed a battle array, and dozens of angel kings with golden wings on their backs appeared.

The battle was about to start.

Xuanwu's true spirit condensed a ten thousand feet long water column.

It smashed towards the angel army array fiercely.

Boom!

A fierce attack.

Directly broke several army arrays, and thousands of angels fell.

The other four spirit arrays also showed their skills.

For a while.

Three thousand people easily suppressed the 100,000 angel army.

They even had no power to fight back.

It was normal.

The weakest heavenly soldiers were now in the Golden Immortal Realm, and the slightly stronger ones were already in the Taiyi True Immortal Realm.

The number difference is not big, and they can only be killed instantly.

After dozens of breaths of fierce fighting.

The number of angels has been reduced by 50,000 to 60,000.

The remaining ones will probably be completely wiped out in no time.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly a voice sounded.

Tang Seng appeared in front of the angels with a compassionate face.

Looking at the bald head who suddenly appeared, the angels were a little confused.

"Everyone, the sufferings of the world, why not follow me into the Buddhist door."

Angel: ? ? ?

What is this for?

Poaching?

Almost at the same time.

An angry voice appeared among the angels.

"Bald donkey, with your little tricks, you still want me to carry Allah, Allah is eternal!"

This sentence.

made Tang Seng frown.

"You have a wish with Buddhism, enter my Buddhism."

"Amitabha!"

Accompanied by the last sentence.

The voice seemed to have a devilish sound, which made people want to fall.

Most of the angels were in a trance.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

Buddhist chants rang out one after another.

It was like a seed was planted in the hearts of these angels.

They gradually fell into a state of confusion and astonishment.

When they saw Tang Seng, who was emitting Buddha's light, it was like seeing a beacon of life, guiding the direction.

But when they wanted to put their hands together and chant the Buddhist chants with Tang Seng.

Their expressions became very distorted.

It was like there were two little people.

I should chant along, but I can't.

For a while.

The expressions of these angels became a little distorted.

"Ahhh!"

In the end, some angels couldn't bear the mental pressure, drew their holy swords, and committed suicide.

Even so.

Tang Seng still didn't listen.

Buddhist chants poured into the ears of the angels.