Hu Dalang didn't hesitate any longer, condensed a powerful mana, and smashed it in the direction of the demon cultivator.

Still, he miscalculated.

They are still in the formation, although this formation is not as good as the Ye Clan's mastery, but it is also a bit exquisite.

The aura turned a few corners and scattered, almost injuring his fellow Daoists by mistake, but there was no way to hurt the demon cultivator in the slightest.

It's just that the sound of the horn has been cracked, and it is useless, and it is only a noise to listen to in the ears.

At this time, several figures suddenly jumped down from the lush trees on the side.

When Hu Dalang entered this secret realm just now, he felt that there seemed to be someone hiding there.

It's just that the breath is not obvious, as if it is surrounded by something, and the situation is urgent, so I don't pay much attention to it.

Now, after those people came out, Hu Dalang immediately looked at them vigilantly-

I saw that the monks, all of them were bald, wearing monk's clothes, according to the level of Taoism, some wore light gray, some wore light yellow, but they all showed their identity as disciples of Taichu Temple.

It seems that they were also affected by this "lotus" magic lamp, and suddenly came to their senses, and then they suddenly broke free from the shackles and jumped down one after another.

"That's my ancient Dharma weapon! How did it end up in your hands!? One of the bald disciples immediately shouted when he saw this.

"Don't worry! Now is not the time to ask this question! Recite the mantra of purifying the heart! Another old monk who looked like an abbot touched his snow-white beard and immediately gave an order.

All of a sudden, the group of monks picked up the rosary in their hands and began to recite the Pure Heart Dharma in unison.

The voice was like a song like a curse, like a cry, with a powerful spiritual power, it suddenly occupied an overwhelming advantage, and suddenly returned the sins that Hu Dalang suffered to the demon cultivators just now.

The situation turned against the wind -

At the sound of chanting incantations, the demon cultivators covered their ears in pain.

Some bled from seven holes on the spot and fell to the ground and died, some vomited blood, rolled their eyes, and fainted, and more were in pain, rolling on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Although Wu Dalang and the others were trapped in the formation, they could only watch good shows, but they couldn't wipe out all these demon cultivators.

However, these monks of Taichu Temple don't seem to intend to be "compassionate", and the sound of chanting mantras is getting louder and louder, with the momentum of wanting to kill them all!

After a while, the demon cultivators were finally powerless to resist, and they took out their life-saving magic weapons, ready to flee at any time.

When the monks saw this, how could there be any reason not to catch up?

Soon, chasing and fleeing, the men and horses on both sides disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path.

At the end of the show, Chen Fan still felt a little unfinished, and was about to applaud, but he was grabbed by the neck and arrested.

"Chen Fan, the only people who can stand up here now are you and me, you have to give me a way to break the formation, otherwise we will all have to explain here today!"

Hu Dalang narrowed his eyes and glared at him viciously.

Chen Fan's back was cold, and he quickly shrunk his neck, and his gaze moved downward, looking at Lin Wan who was being held in Hu Dalang's arms.

Her face was pale and scary, but the situation didn't look as bad as Shen Yanchuan, Chen Fan looked around and found that the situation was really as Hu Dalang said, the three spirit pets also fell, Jiang Yuehan looked uncertain about life and death, and it was really only him and this powerful demon beast who could move freely.

What to do?

What is the difference between telling him to break the formation and calling him dead?

Of course, his best thing is drawing talismans.

"Brother Tiger, please give me a little time, and I will draw a few talismans to save them...... Although I can't break the formation, you can also see that I can draw talismans, although the talismans I draw are not very useful, but they are definitely different from those talismans circulating on the market......"

"Shut up, draw if you want! One more word, and I'll let you go back to the West early! ”

Hu Dalang's eyes sank, and the awe-inspiring and inviolable aura of the king suddenly made Chen Fan fight a cold war.

He hurriedly picked up his pen and began to draw talismans calmly......

Chen Fan was not a disciple from a formal immortal cultivation family, but a child born with an ominous birth in an ordinary mortal family and abandoned by everyone.

When he was eight years old, he went into the mountains with his relatives to sweep the tombs, and accidentally saw the retouching talismans, and carried a few strokes of copying, but he did not expect to attract ghosts that night, which made the family restless.

He was kicked out of the gate of the Chen family like this.

As for how he became a monk of the Ten Directions Palace, there was also an extremely bumpy story, which had long been buried deep in his heart and became a shadow.

After becoming a Fu Xiu, he took an unusual path, specializing in strange directions, and the rune paper he drew was different from that drawn by ordinary Fu Xiu.

Although it can be used in the secret realm, and the power is particularly great, but in daily use, there are often all kinds of sloppiness, which makes people blow up.

The monks of the Ten Directions Hall don't look down on the rune paper he made, and besides, his rune paper must have some side effects, and if it doesn't show up at the moment, it will definitely be attacked in the future.

Now, it sounds like a fantasy to ask him to make a batch of runes to awaken people's consciousness, but it is not difficult for him.

Chen Fan closed his eyes, and various protective charms immediately appeared in his mind, circling back and forth in his mind in a certain order.

With a stroke of the pen, three soul talismans have been freshly baked!

Hu Dalang took the rune paper and looked at it, only to see that on the yellow rune paper, those spells seemed to be flashing with a faint black light, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart:

They all claim to be righteous monks, and the methods they use are not all crooked and heretical! Humans are ridiculous!

He put the soul return talisman on Shen Yanchuan's head with his backhand, and then see how effective it was.

It took a while for Shen Yanchuan's fingers to move.

So Hu Dalang no longer hesitated, and pasted rune paper on Lin Wan and Jiang Yuehan respectively.

In the haze of consciousness, Lin Wan once again came to the black nothingness, and the figure standing in front of her was her inner demon.

I don't know how many times I've dreamed of such a scene, and the curiosity in her heart is getting heavier and heavier, and she always feels that this dream seems to be predicting something.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to tell me? ”

The other party did not answer, and the smile on his face always had a strange arc.

Lin Wan knew that this figure liked to consume himself like this, so he planned to look for clues from other directions.

What was the figure wearing?

What kind of hairstyle does she have?

What special accessories does she have?