Eight thousand people cannot actually set up the Tianmen Formation. The minimum requirement for this formation is an army of 30,000.
Although the soldiers were elite, they were not familiar with the formation, so they relied on the bean soldiers to lead the way. At this time, everyone was confused, and the changes in the formation seemed particularly sluggish.
The power of the large array could not be used at 30%, but it was enough to deal with Bi Fang.
Bi Fang, who was using his flying claw to kill the captain of the Deng family, felt that the world was spinning before his eyes. The burly woman who looked like a stone pillar disappeared out of thin air. Seventy-two small formations separated him from his subordinates. Deng Xiu was the first to complete the Qinglong. Formation, leading one hundred and eight swordsmen and axemen, accompanied by a burst of flying sand and rocks, attacked from three directions, their swords never leaving Bi Fang's vitals.
After fighting for several rounds, Xiao Qiao's Jade Girl Formation, Xuanwu Formation and Liuhe Formation led by many Deng family captains also surrounded them.
It seemed that 8,000 men of the Deng family were fighting against 10,000 rebels, but in reality they used large formations to divide the enemy. In each battlefield, almost 180 men surrounded and beat a dozen or so people.
"The Heavenly Gate reopens, Liangyi, separate!" Deng Chanyu presided over the formation, constantly exerting power on the formation. Through the green light Liangyi lamp, the Yang power was injected into the soldiers' bodies, making them infinitely powerful, and the Yin power communicated with the formation. The dead souls turned into a ghost array again. Bi Fang's lieutenant general, who was also one of the seventy-two princes, and was good at driving two pythons, was trapped in the formation by the dead souls. He lost his sense of direction from front to back, left and right, and became headless. Bumping around like flies.
The Tianmen Formation is like a spinning top. From time to time, corpses of rebel soldiers are thrown out of the formation. The Yin and Shang generals have different moods, but generally they are all happy. The friendly forces are so powerful that they must be able to suppress the rebellion. It will go smoothly, but I won't get the credit this time.
Wen Taishi is the happiest. He has no shortage of merits. The old Taishi fights from south to north and from east to west all year round. He is really tired. He is different from Jiang Ziya and Li Jing. His path to immortality is still there. Before, I only mentioned that I would train in the mortal world for a few years and then return to the mountains. I didn't expect that this training would last for seventy years.
Every time he said, "After fighting this battle, I will go back to the mountain to practice", but in the end the battle was never over.
The old master looked at the formation. Even with the divine eye on his forehead, he could not see through the actual situation in the formation. He could only get a rough idea. But he knew that Deng Chanyu had the upper hand and it was only a matter of time before the rebel vanguard was completely wiped out.
Just as he was watching, suddenly, a large group of cavalry suddenly burst out of the darkness. The leader was a man with white face and green hair, a short beard three inches below the chin, wearing an animal face and swallowing gold armor, wearing an exquisite lion belt, and riding a striking white-fronted tiger. This enemy general was armed with a water-fire iron rod and led more than 3,000 cavalry. He charged straight into the formation and attacked Deng Chanyu, who was in charge of the formation.
"No! It's Yuan Futong!" Wen Zhong was shocked. He picked up both male and female whips, slapped Mo Qilin's head as he sat down, and was about to join the battle to help Deng Chanyu.
The remaining Yin Shang generals who were watching the battle were also shocked. What was more, they were surprised and a good opportunity! The person carrying Yuan Futong now is Deng Chanyu. If he finds the right opportunity, he might be able to take Yuan Futong's head!
The four generals of the Demon Family followed Grand Master Wen, took long strides, and rushed into the formation like giants.
Masters and disciples such as Zhenliu Sun and Tu Xingsun, who arrived at Chentangguan early, were also surprised.
The teachings of Chanjiao and Jiejiao are different, and the disciples of both sides have many disagreements. After all, Deng Chanyu's Lishan and Sanqing are far apart. In the army, they don't talk about seniority, only about military law. This is okay.
Red lotus, white lotus root and green lotus leaf, the three religions are originally one family. As a second-generation disciple of Chanjiao, he could not pretend to be confused even if he wanted to retain his grandson. His uncle was his uncle, and his nephew was his nephew. He could not be a lowly person and obey orders to intercept a third-generation disciple.
Taibai Jinxing told the story of the demon clan's rebellion in Wa Palace and Yuxu Palace respectively, with a very low profile, using the expression of heaven asking the saint for help.
The saint knew the whole story clearly. Nuwa sent Deng Chanyu. Yuanshi Tianzun saw that Nuwa had sent people. If he chose to ignore it, it would be like not giving Haotian face. Heaven was like that in his eyes, but Haotian The Taoist ancestor behind Tian couldn't ignore it, and the matter was not serious, so he immediately asked Wei Liusun, who was "involved in the case," to go there. In order to train his disciples, Wei Liusun took Tu Xingsun with him.
Zhenliu Sun looked down upon Wen Zhong, and was not prepared to explain to this third-generation disciple of Jiejiao. The saint asked me to come over. I am here, but you can't see it. That's your problem. It's okay if the saint knows. I'm afraid of Liusun only. The higher-ups are responsible. It doesn't matter whether you Wen Zhong knows about it or not.
Now that he saw Yuan Futong appear, he was surprised at first, and then overjoyed. If Yuan Futong was dealt with, and the rebels were no longer a threat, he would be able to return to the mountain after dealing with it casually.
If he can go back, he doesn't want to wander outside. What if he is contaminated by the world of mortals?
Afraid of leaving Sun behind, he did not bother to explain to his apprentice, so he drew out his swords and prepared to enter the battle to capture Yuan Futong.
"Yuan Futong? Does he look like this?" Deng Chanyu had long noticed that someone was hiding in the dark and spying on his formation, but he didn't know who it was. Now that the enemy has shown up, it will be easy to handle.
She didn't have Wen Zhong's clairvoyance, but she could still get a rough idea through his appearance and demonic aura.
Is this Yuan Futong an ape turned spirit? Judging from the furious look in his eyes and slitted canthus, his anger level was already off the charts before he even took a move. You could tell at a glance that he was a ruthless person.
Yuan Futong has been able to fight with Wen Zhong for fifteen years. Needless to say, he must be better than her who has been practicing for two and a half months. There is no way to compete in Taoism and martial arts. There is no need for any embroidery needles or sky-repairing stones. Deng Chanyu is a sure kill with one move. .
"You deserve to fall into my hands, you old monkey. You definitely didn't look at the almanac when you went out today... Mark my words, today next year will be your death anniversary!"
Seeing Yuan Futong swinging the iron rod, there was no one under his command. In just a few breaths, more than a hundred Deng soldiers died in his hands. This guy almost killed through the formation by himself, so she immediately took out My own life-saving weapon.
Map of mountains and rivers and the country!
Deng Chanyu held the scroll in her right hand, and as she recited the chant, the scroll slowly unfolded.
Like water flow, the ancient ink landscape paintings silently covered the Tianmen Formation, and then quickly spread to the surrounding areas.
They saw a green curtain not only covering the Tianmen Formation, but also covering Chentangguan behind it, as well as the entire area with a radius of thousands of miles.
"What magic weapon is this?!"
The fat black man was afraid that his grandson would be shocked. He looked up at the sky and found that the sun and star he had watched for countless years had disappeared. Instead, there was an ancient picture hanging on the sky that looked like a mountain but not a mountain, and something like water but not water.
"Isn't this... the Map of the Mountains and Rivers? Why is it like this?" As the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chanjiao, he still has some discernment. After removing a few impossibilities, the remaining one is the answer. . He looked at the scroll above his head in astonishment, and then at the immortal rope in his hand. I, the Golden Immortal, have been so miserable...
Most of them want to cry but have no tears. Let’s just beat up Yuan Futong. Are you okay? As for using this level of treasure?
