At this time, nine monks had already flown to Zhu Ting's side. It seems that Zhu Ting has also reached a critical time and cannot move. He looked at the nine monks with a hideous face, and surrounded him. Nine monks sit cross-legged in the void, their hands folded in front of their chests, and they recite scriptures. One after another, golden scriptures spit out from the mouths of the nine monks, gathered towards Zhu Ting, and gradually imprinted on his body.

Suddenly, Zhu Ting roared even more painfully. The golden scriptures seemed to form a large net, enveloping him tightly in it.

"Boss, do you want to do it together?" Feng Lan looked at Zhu Ting's appearance and asked with some emotion.

"You're thinking too much. Remember my words, if there is something, you make a decision. Tang Chao threw himself at Feng Lan, reached out and grabbed his collar, and then said sharply. The people around him were surprised to hear his words.

"Let's go, let's go! Don't worry about me, go to Liu's house, take someone to escape far away, hide it, I'll go find you." Tang Chao shouted in a low voice, his expression becoming more and more urgent.

"Boss, aren't you going with us?" Feng Lan asked in shock. But the next moment, he was directly pushed out by the Tang Dynasty.

"Let's go!" Tang Chao roared, and the five long swords behind him gradually pierced into his body. As the sword vanished, his eyes began to be bloodshot.

"Let's go. Feng Lan let out a low snort, waved his hand into the void, and led the people towards the formation. The green light cluster above the formation shook and dissipated directly. The formation also shattered. When Feng Lan rushed out of the formation with everyone, he found that there was already a crowd outside.

"Fuck off. Feng Lan roared angrily, and the long sword turned into a clear wind, directly cutting a bloody path in the stunned crowd. Feng Lan led the group through the crowd and happened to see the figure of the bitter woman. He flashed to the bitter woman's side and reached out to restrain her directly. "Go, take us to your master. ”

"In Shimoyanagi, he is the head of the Liu family. I haven't thanked you yet......" The middle-aged man standing beside the bitter woman, Yanagi said.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and call your Liu family and go together. The boss said, run, run away. Feng Lan directly interrupted him and said hurriedly. At the same time, his long sword had appeared on Yanagi's neck.

"Dad, believe them. At this moment, behind Yanagi, a black figure came out, wearing a tightly covered cloak. However, Feng Lan still heard that it was Liu Rushi who brought them.

"Alright, let's go now. Liu Sheng thought for a moment and agreed directly. He reached out and took out a jade plaque from his arms and crushed it directly. After the jade plate was broken, he directly picked up Liu Ru and flew out of the city.

However, with the shattering of the formation, many people rushed into the Zhu family. Although he didn't intend to help, it didn't stop the onlookers, and more and more people gathered around. In the midst of this group of people, someone suddenly felt something strange in his arms and took out a similar jade plaque. Without hesitation, these people quietly retreated, and also headed out of the city.

More and more people moved towards the middle, but their expressions were very painful. But the people behind didn't know, and when they understood, they found that they had also followed in their footsteps. Seeing Feng Lan and the others disappear into the distance, Tang Chao breathed a sigh of relief, the long sword behind him completely disappeared, and his eyes were completely red.

The speed of the nine monks chanting sutras became faster and faster, and the golden scriptures surrounded Zhu Ting entirely. Nine chains made of golden scriptures were pulled in the hands of the nine monks.

"Qingcheng, do it, seal him. The old monk shouted to several Taoist priests waiting in mid-air.

"Mage Tianfeng, leave it to us. Daoist Qingcheng shook the long sword in his hand and drank. He took a few other Taoist priests and flew towards Zhu Ting, who was wrapped in scriptures, with his sword.

The old monk Tianfeng Mage, when he heard Qingcheng's words, couldn't help but feel that his pale and tense face finally relaxed a little. Just the next second, he looked at his chest in pain. A sword tip peeked through his chest, and the location of the sword wound happened to be the rune drawn from the blood on his chest.

"Rest in peace, old fellow. The figure of the Qingcheng Daoist emerged from behind the Heavenly Wind Mage. And the man who spoke in mid-air looked exactly like him. At the same time, there were eight other monks in the sword.

"Why?" asked the Heavenly Wind Mage, summoning the last of his strength.

"Because you bald asses really deserve to die. For so many years, it has been weighing on our heads, and even teaching the Chosen One is your responsibility. What do you want us to do? If you want to teach, then we will fulfill you. Daoist Qingcheng looked at the figure tightly wrapped by the scriptures, and said with a feverish look in his eyes. "Only if he memorizes your scriptures will he staring at you bald asses in the future. Killing people with a sword is always the most peaceful way, and now you can return to the West, and soon your fellow disciples will come to accompany you. ”

"Uh...... Injustice. Qingcheng, you are creating evil. You don't know how much trouble this thing is going to get out of control. He's not an unconscious monster, he's not ......," the Tianfeng Mage grabbed the clothes of the Qingcheng Taoist priest and said hard. It's just that he didn't finish his words after all, so he hung his head.

"The old bald donkey, for the time being, still looks like a hypocrisy. Since you like him to become a god, then we want him to be enchanted. It is really ironic that the son of God who has fallen into demons is chasing down you god-makers. Qingcheng slowly drew out his long sword, and the other eight sword shadows also disappeared. The bodies of nine monks fell from the sky. Lying on the high platform, only the Heavenly Dao Mage who was gasping for breath saw this, and the old tears were all over the place.

"Suck it, suck more, remember this nasty smell. When you're fully awake, you'll be able to kill all the bald donkeys. Qingcheng Taoist priest looked at the mid-air, the scriptures continued to flicker, and the power continued to flow into Zhu Ting's body wrapped in it, and he said to himself. The scriptures, which gradually lost their energy and subsequent supply, began to crumble, and the layers of golden scriptures began to dissipate.

"Roar ......" Suddenly, a low roar came from the entwining of the scriptures. A cloaked figure suddenly opened its arms, broke open the entangled scriptures, and a blood-red groom's dress had some golden lines at the moment. The scattered golden scriptures were absorbed into the body of this figure.

"Senior brother, could it be that as the old monk said, this chosen son will get out of control?" the other Taoist priest behind the Qingcheng Taoist priest asked with some concern.

"What are you afraid of, our soul control technique has been tested many times, and it is foolproof. Qingcheng Taoist replied confidently.