The first-class formation, the Nine Curves Yellow River Formation, which was once famous in the legend of the gods, was put out by Chu Feng, and the eye of the formation was the Mixed Yuan Golden Dou. Of course, it is also an imitation.

But it can be guaranteed that the products produced by Chu Daochang will be high-quality.

In fact, during this period of time, Chu Feng had been secretly refining the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket and practicing the Nine Songs Yellow River Array, and it was not until today that he officially took it out.

"Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket, Homecoming"

Chu Feng threw the mixed yuan golden bucket into the air, emitting a dazzling light, and the ordinary immortals and Buddhas who entered the formation in the future, once they were illuminated by it, they would be cut off in an instant, and the five qi in the chest would be eliminated, and the thousand-year-old Dao fruit would be lost.

"Ah Qing, Lingyun, Xiaoqing, from now on, you must not leave this formation."

Leaving the words, Chu Feng left the Jiuqu Yellow River Array with Xu Xian, and when he reappeared, he was still in front of the Daqing Palace.

The empty square made Xu Xian's expression a little confused.

"Master, why are they all gone in the blink of an eye, didn't you just make a very powerful formation?"

The formation is like another space, another dimension, even if two people are close at hand, they can't find each other's existence, this is the charm of the formation.

Xu Xian, who was in contact with the formation for the first time, naturally couldn't understand it.

Now is not the time to popularize the basics, and Chu Feng didn't plan to teach Xu Xian the knowledge of the formation, so he ignored Xu Xian, stepped out, and instantly appeared again, holding Fahai and Jiaye Bodhisattva in both hands.

It's only half a day, and when it comes, the Bodhisattva of Ka Ye, who is like a fairy in the sky, has a depressed face. Obviously, I was very depressed about my situation.

Think about it, the eldest disciple of the Buddha, the Bodhisattva of Buddhism, what a lofty existence, he was captured by others in a few rounds, and he was raised like a little chicken, which was really depressing.

"Dao Chief, what do you want to do with our master and apprentice?"

As a disciple, Fahai's performance was very calm, as if he was the master.

From the encounter in Jinshan Temple to today, Chu Feng has known Fahai for a long time, he has a certain understanding of this person, he can't talk about it, he takes personal grievances very seriously, and if he says bad, it's not, this is a monk who is very traditional and has a very hard style.

From a personal point of view, Chu Feng admired him quite a bit, and he didn't want to speak, but when he heard the words, he replied with a smile on his face.

"Send you into the Yellow River Formation of the Nine Songs"

"Nine Curves of the Yellow River"

Fahai's expression was stunned, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Don't say it, enter the battle"

Chu Feng stepped into the formation, a world that looked no different from reality, the same Daqing Palace, the same palace, and the same Lin'an City.

Chu Feng is like walking through the years, and with every step he takes, there will be changes in the seasons around him.

"In this world, the power of the immortal Buddha is rejected, and the mana in the body of the poor monk is draining."

Fahai frowned slightly.

Chu Feng didn't talk this time, and walked to the bottom of the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket before stopping.

Fahai looked at the mixed yuan golden bucket in the sky, with a puzzled expression.

Ka Ye Bodhisattva is obviously a person who knows goods, and when he saw the golden bucket suspended in the air, his face changed slightly: "You can cut off the three flowers on the top, eliminate the five qi in the chest, and destroy the thousand-year-old Dao Fruit, this thing, you can actually refine it, what kind of person are you, it is an old monster that has existed since ancient times." ”

"Old monsters can't talk about it, but it's not young anymore"

Chu Feng smiled, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the mixed yuan golden bucket in the air.

The intention is obvious, to cut off the Dao fruit of the Kasa Bodhisattva and let him start from scratch.

"Wait, the poor monk has something to say" This scum of Buddhism, who once took refuge in the world of Journey to the West, seems to be about to take a firm position again.

"You say"

Chu Feng stopped the movement in his hand, his expression faint.

The Bodhisattva Kasaba clasped his hands together with a sad expression.

"Dao Chief, today I saw the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, the poor monk knows that you have made up your mind, in the future, under the mixed yuan golden bucket, I am afraid that the immortal Buddha who degrades the mortal dust is indispensable, how about the poor monk, how about the poor monk, it is better to leave the poor monk's Dao fruit, in front of the Buddha in the future, there are also people who say the item."

It is worthy of the Gyala Bodhisattva, the great disciple of the Buddha, who has changed the world, or the recipe, or the taste.

Chu Feng pondered for a while, raised his head, looked at the Jiaye Bodhisattva with a playful look for a while, and nodded.

"Well, if there really is such a day, it's up to you to do it."

"Nature"

The sad color on the face of the Gyala Bodhisattva immediately disappeared into seven points, and turned into an unfathomable appearance, the chameleon's ability, so that Fahai on the side re-understood his master's discipline.

"If you cut it, you will cut it away, it is a foreign thing, you are willing to give it, you can only get it if you give it."

As a disciple, Fahai slapped his master Ka Ye Bodhisattva in the face on the spot, looking like he had seen it through.

Chu Feng has always been soft-eared, and eight out of ten things that others ask for will be agreed, and when he heard Fahai's request, he immediately complied.

With a flick of his fingers, a golden light shone down from the mixed yuan golden bucket, covering Fahai's whole body, only to hear a muffled snort, the golden light retreated, and the sitting Fahai fell crookedly.

The Arhats of Buddhism, Master Fahai, who has been cultivating for more than a thousand years, have suddenly become mortals, and if they want to go back to the past, they may have to cultivate for hundreds of years and be reincarnated for many lifetimes.

Unless you get a divine object such as the Nine Turns Golden Pill, there is no room for turning.

The horror of the mixed yuan golden bucket can be seen

"Alas"

The Bodhisattva let out a long sigh, this strong disciple who had fallen made him a little ashamed of himself.

"Bodhisattva, take care of your apprentices"

Chu Feng walked away from the world in the formation.

When it reappeared, it was still in front of the Daqing Palace, and there was a bored Xu Xian standing not far away.

"Go to the gate of the palace, someone has arrived"

While Chu Feng was talking, the person had already arrived at the gate of the palace.

Three hundred steps away from the entrance of the palace, seventeen monks posed in various forms.

One, sitting on the deer, thoughtful and calm, high and self-appreciative.

One, raise your hands to celebrate, your heart is full of joy.

One of them, with an iron bowl, begged.

One, holding the tower, is not angry and arrogant.

……

"Sitting on the deer arhats, rejoicing in the arhats, raising the bowl of the arhats, tota arhats...... Fuhu Arhat, well, one less Dragon Descending Arhat. ”

Chu Feng revealed the identities of these seventeen monks and smiled.

"I have been shaving my hair for many years, but the same poetry and wine are the cause. Sitting and watching Maitreya's aerial play, Hinata Pilu ......"

Four hundred steps away, a small pine forest walked out, a monk who was drinking and chanting poetry at the same time, ragged and staggering, not Jigong, who was it.

"Okay, very good, the eighteen Arhats of Buddhism, it's all here."

Chu Feng was still smiling.

At this time, among the seventeen monk camps, a monk, riding a winged tiger, greeted Jigong with his hands folded.

"Dragon Descending Venerable"

"Venerable Tiger Warrior"

Jigong's misty eyes were replaced by Qingming, and his hands were folded.