Author: Tu Longshi

Ding Chengyuan's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, and the remaining gold embroidery on his gold-threaded clothes immediately rose up from his clothes, turning into brilliant golden flames in the wind, like a blazing wall of fire, protecting his head and face.

In an instant, more than a dozen meat-winged flying tigers, no bigger than a chaffinch, collided with the wall of fire. They were burnt so much that they screamed and screamed. It was more like entering a trance formation, flying up and down like headless flies, but no matter what, they were burned.

It can't fly out either.

Taoist Tiger Master Jie Jie smiled strangely, and the tiger claw that was grabbing at Ding Chengyuan's throat suddenly changed direction. Not only did he easily avoid the cut of the Sunset Molten Gold Sword, but he also pressed a claw on the opponent's forearm holding the sword without hesitation.

One catch.

The sleeves of the gold-threaded clothes immediately rippled, like a piece of black water, submerging the tips of the tiger's claws in it.

Taoist Hu Jun was frightened, and he quickly raised his arms and pulled out with all his strength. At the same time, he raised his foot sideways and kicked Ding Chengyuan hard on the waist.

This kick didn't matter, Taoist Hu Jun not only didn't use his strength to break free, but also got stuck in the golden robe along with his foot.

"What a move with the tiger's tail and legs, it's quite similar to a yellow dog shooting urine!"

The dog-skinned old Taoist was teasing, but he grabbed the Seven-Star Pihan Hook with both claws and thrust it diagonally backward, pulling Ding Chengyuan's body to a crooked position and his feet staggering.

Ding Chengyuan tried his best to stand still, but saw that the old Taoist monk insisted on locking the seven-star anti-cold hook, and did nothing else. Taoist Hu Jun was stuck in the gold-threaded clothes with one hand and one foot, looking quite embarrassed.

He immediately sneered at the two of them and said, "The Golden Thread Clothes are originally from the Tianyi Sect, but how come I, the Marquis, are looking at them and you two know almost nothing about them?"

Master Hu Jun had to stand on one leg, but he laughed when he heard this: "I am here to ask Marquis Anfeng to take off his clothes and give him a gift, so that I can get a glimpse of the wonderful method of Jin Chan's lineage!"

The old Taoist Goupi slowly shook his head: "I haven't cultivated and understood my Taoism yet, so why bother him? What's more, the Golden Toad lineage has not been cut off, and the property should be returned to its original owner!"

Although he said this, he only focused on gouging out the heart and removing bones with his two claws, and had no intention of touching the golden thread clothes. He obviously knew more than Taoist Hu Jun.

At this moment, the three of them were restraining each other, squeezing into each other, and became inseparable in a hurry. While wrestling with each other, they actually chatted about the ownership of the golden thread clothes.

Taoist Tiger Lord was looking with his two tiger eyes when suddenly, out of his expectation, he raised his head and saw a stream of yellow and black flames spurting out, rising above the heads of the three of them, looking like a strange fire cloud.

Many figures were faintly visible in the fire cloud, some were monks, some Taoist priests, some officials holding bronze seals, some sharp men wearing armor and holding swords, and even more, there were singers and dancers in various colorful clothes and costumes.

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These figures are old and young, male and female, all different in height, short, fat, and thin, but they all have greenish-black complexions and cold expressions, and they don't look like strangers.

The leader, a boy in green, waved his little hand, and a beautiful woman with a pipa in her arms emerged from the crowd. She waved the strings with her bare hands and sang: "The tiger is on the move, the tiger is on the move. If you have a long sword, don't pound it, and if you have a long crossbow, don't attack! If you don't love killing, you will eat it."

Save your life! A benevolent and righteous gentleman shows compassion for the suffering!"

As soon as these lyrics came out, Ding Chengyuan's Golden Fire Wall seemed to understand, and the fire immediately weakened a bit.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the pipa became passionate, and the lyrics of the beautiful lady's ghost also changed: "In the morning, the tiger walks, and in the evening, the tiger sings. The tiger is not afraid of the enemy, and the martyr has no empty words."

After saying this, the other demons immediately echoed in unison: "The enemy is timid and humiliates his team, and his false words betray his kindness. His minions bully the sword, but he is brave and has no front line..."

Amid the majestic yet ghostly singing, a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers blazed with ferocious power. Not only did they immediately get rid of Jin Yan's confusion, but they also lay on top of the wall of fire, embracing the golden flames.

Chew it with a big mouth.

"Marquis Anfeng, I wonder if my song "Tiger Walking" still sounds good to your ears?"

Master Hu Jun couldn't help laughing: "Now the situation has changed! Your Taoist fire is cleverly hidden, but it's a pity that its power is not very good!"

"It's no wonder that you abandoned the "Tiger Seal Sutra" passed down from your family, but decided to learn Lao Shizi's "Fishing Chapter". Now you can only rely on the gold-threaded clothes of this sect to support the scene. It is really sad!"

While Taoist Tiger Lord was smiling, he had already given up on breaking free from the gold-threaded clothes, and instead made a desperate move, pressing the remaining tiger claw onto Ding Chengyuan's arm and tearing it hard, causing big ripples on the long sleeve.

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"Ha! You are a tiger Taoist. If you don't practice the power of tigers, you use Tao fire to nourish these demons and ghosts. You are really putting the cart before the horse!

Ding Chengyuan, the Marquis of Anfeng, steadied himself and showed disdain: "I just have some soldiers and singers, but I dare to sing the song of this battle formation in front of this Marquis. It is even more ridiculous!"

Just as he finished speaking, the seemingly ordinary wall of golden flames in front of him suddenly rose into the sky, not only engulfing a dozen flesh-winged flying tigers again, but also the yellow and black fire clouds above his head and a group of minions who were singing hard.

The ghosts all covered it up.

At the same time, war songs that were a hundred times more passionate and heroic than those of the demons resounded across the sky and the earth: "Thousands of thunders rise, thousands of cavalry are scattered, Yuan Rong is in the wild, the swords are flying in the clouds, the feathers are sweeping, and the flags are flying in the sky...

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In the blazing golden flames, one can faintly see the sun and moon, desolate hills, fortified cities in the wilderness, and thousands of troops and horses, calmly arranged: "The flames are scorching, the light is flying, the wind is blowing, the fields are spraying the mountains, the sun is shining

The moon shines for it, and the hills shake for it!"

Hearing this, Taoist Hu Jun had already changed his expression in shock: "Isn't your scripture "Fishing Chapter"? Why is it that all the power of battle formations is hidden in Tao Fire?"

Ding Chengyuan ignored him, and instead chanted: "Then we gathered in the central area, Chen Shi's case camp, parallel steps, lined up the school team, restrained the three armies, and swore to be general! Then he raised the beacon and beat the drum, gave the order to the three drives, and the canoe

Ting Ji, Xiao Qi Dian Qian..."

As he chanted, the golden flames of fire suddenly condensed into a large military banner, standing behind An Fenghou, hunting and flying in the sky.

On the golden flag, chariots galloped, thousands of cavalry swept through, and countless healthy soldiers formed four large formations, separating the flesh-winged flying tigers and the demons and trapping them.

"Are those the four formations of the flying osprey, the Changhong, the repetition, and the Bagua in the Tiger Ring Sutra?"

On the ground, Geshu Dashi was dazzled by what he saw: "The flags are flying, and thousands of people are serving my orders. This is what a man should do!"

Wei Bao, who was born in the military, was also fascinated by this moment. Thinking of the promise made by Marquis Anfeng just now, his heart was pounding.

Qi Jingzhi was not as ambitious as these two people, because he had already seen that although An Fenghou's Golden Flame Taoist Fire Banner looked more powerful, it was not much stronger than Taoist Hu Jun in terms of realm.

Those flesh-winged flying tigers and demons seem to be trapped in the banner, but so far they have not suffered any substantial damage. Even if an old fool is added to the mix, the outcome of both sides is still unknown.

At this moment, another change occurred in the sky.

Ding Chengyuan, the Marquis of Anfeng, suddenly stopped reciting, and the gold-threaded clothes on his body made a sound of rushing waves, and spread out in the sky, turning into a sea of ​​black water, and immediately involved the three entangled people in it.

For a moment, there were golden flags and black water, but the three great monks were nowhere to be seen.

Taoist Hu Jun and Taoist Goupi were caught off guard, and each roared furiously, causing the black water and sea to empty out and roll endlessly.

After a moment, Taoist Hu Jun even shouted loudly, shocked and angry: "This water is poisonous!"

Then Ding Chengyuan's laughter came out, with clear surprise in his tone: "When we were encircling and suppressing the Golden Toad King, countless masters of the Demon Suppressing Academy and soldiers in the army were buried in these poisonous and filthy water, and they died in unspeakable misery.

, you are so brave, how dare you bump into me!"

"I deliberately took risks. I just wanted to see the secret method of Tianyi Sect and see if there was any secret door hidden in this gold-threaded garment. But I didn't expect that you two really knew nothing about it and were even more defenseless.

, in this case, there will be no need for those back-ups prepared by Ding!"

As soon as Ding Chengyuan finished speaking, he heard the old Taoist snort: "Marquis Anfeng, you and I have an appointment, why... are you going to stew the old Tao with a spoon now?"

Before An Fenghou could answer, the old Taoist shouted loudly: "The old Taoist likes to eat and cook, but he never likes to be served to the table!"

Before the shouting stopped, a thunderous explosion was heard, and a gap was opened in the black water sea, briefly revealing the figures of the three great monks.

The old man's hair was disheveled, and his gray robe was in tatters, and was dyed pitch black by the sea water.

He was the only one among the three whose hands and feet were not bound. Seeing an opportunity at this moment, he immediately retracted his two iron claws and jumped out of the water before it closed.

The dog-skinned old Taoist stood above the black water sea and looked around. He couldn't help but said angrily: "You Saint Jiang Menting are really not good people! If the old Taoist didn't have this noble and pure skin, which is hard to be invaded by evil spirits and poisons, it would be impossible for the old Taoist to say anything.

I really want to mess with you!"

Hearing this, Ding Chengyuan smiled quite happily: "When the Taoist priest just said that he wanted to get back the golden thread clothes, didn't he also completely forget the previous agreement between you and me?"

As soon as the words fell, the sea surface of the Black Water Sea suddenly surged, rushing towards the Goupi Old Dao who was standing higher up. The Jin Yan Dao Fire Dao also spread out with the wind, sweeping across the sky.

When the old man saw this, his face became even more angry, and he immediately shouted: "The cloth is dark and the hands are like turtles, but it does not harm the curling stone to store the autumn moon!"

The next moment, everyone heard the sound of snow melting, ice cracking, and a silver bottle breaking.

The remaining clothes on the old man's body were turned into powder, and his skin, which was already cracked and cracked, was really cracked, and a bright silver light like ice and snow came out from inside.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Dao's battered skin exploded, not only forcing back the black water and the golden flag, but also blasting out the two golden tiles that had been repaired earlier.

The two golden tiles were originally airtight and airtight, but at this moment, a big hole was suddenly opened at the connection between them, and the underworld breath flowed out from it.

Two monster monks and tile ghosts appeared, with a look of pain on their faces, and opened their mouths to howl silently, and then disappeared like blue smoke.

Sooner or later, as a series of strange cries like "Liuli" sounded, a bright light flew up from the remains of Lao Dao, and without hesitation, it got into the big hole and disappeared.

On the ground, Qi Jingzhi turned the haze feather clothes into a spiritual cloth and blocked the heads of the three of them.

Just because he could clearly see the holes in the golden tiles and sense the aura of the underworld without the help of Yinsha's blood flame at this moment, he was afraid that Wei Bao and Geshu Dashi would not have the skills to deal with the disaster of the gods and would suffer a disaster.

Although there is also a trace of underworld aura integrated into Yanxia Yuyi, it is also impossible to look directly at it for a long time, but it is better than directly blocking their sight and making them miss this rare experience.

Qi Jingzhi could see clearly just now that the ray of light that escaped into the underworld was wrapped in a strange beast that had never been seen before. Its body was only as big as a kitten, its shape was like a raccoon and its head was white. Its body was agile and its breath was fresh.

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"Once the cultivation level reaches the fourth level, the mystery of Taoism is truly separated from the human atmosphere. It is when these great monks are in a stalemate that they talk more nonsense..."

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but marvel in his heart, and Ding Chengyuan, who was in the black water sea, even raised his voice to praise: "I didn't expect that this Taoist priest had cultivated the true form of Tengu without saying a word. Although he is still young, he has already

Now I can call you Tengu Miao Dao Zhenjun!"

The admiration of Marquis Anfeng seemed to come from all the sincerity, and there was no hint of regret that his plan had failed and that he had let go of his prey.

As he spoke, his body gradually emerged from the black water sea, with a three-legged golden toad stepping on his feet.

At this time, Ding Chengyuan was full of energy. He was holding the seven-star anti-cold hook in one hand, and the sunset molten gold sword in the other hand had turned back into the long string of gold wire copper coins.

One end of the money string was held in the hand of Anfeng Hou, and the other end was submerged into the mouth of the three-legged golden toad. It looked as if the golden toad was caught by him with gold wire and copper coins.
To be continued...