My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 227 The turmoil in the jungle, the bitter fruit of the fence-sitting faction.

The fairy world.

The lake next to Shangqing Pearl.

Several people waited for three months.

A group of people sat in the gazebo by the lake, while Xing and Pu used bamboo sticks to measure something not far away.

After a long time, Xing and Pu put away their things, casually conjured up a teacup, and drank a few cups of tea vigorously.

"carefree!!"

Wang Jiao was absent-minded, and tentatively asked: "Song Lin has retreated for three months, can he really break through this formation?"

He couldn't help but doubt that Huang Chao is now so powerful that he even occupies Chang'an and proclaims himself emperor, and the country is named Daqi.

If this continues, Huang Chao will really become the orthodox master.

"Don't worry, you must trust Song Lin." Xing Hepu said.

Zhai Ganyou narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes showing interest.

The servant next to him had an expressionless expression, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

On the contrary, Feng Ying's expression was eager to try, wondering how his own ability compares with Song Lin's?

At this time, Song Lin went out of the customs, and his whole body turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of everyone.

"Haha, so everyone is here."

"How?" Wang Jiao asked impatiently.

"It's done!"

Song Lin said the way to break the formation.

"There must be someone guarding Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng here. This time, we will work together to take this person down!"

Wang Jiao turned over the drawing and was amazed.

How is this going?

Could it be that the formation can be destroyed without an on-site inspection and direct retreat?
Although Wang Jiao's Taoism is not as high as Xing and Pu's, he still knows about the inside story.

Although the rest of the people didn't understand, they were also amazed.

"When are you leaving?" Zhai Ganyou asked.

"Three days later." Song Lin thought for a while and said.

"it is good!"

Song Lin looked at the people around him.

I have a lot of helpers on my side. Li Zhan and Li Ang have just entered Fengxia and have the combat effectiveness of the alchemy stage.

Zhai Qianyou is the sixth realm of alchemy, but without the dragon, he should only be able to exert [-]% of his combat power.

Feng Ying, God Servant, and Wang Jiao are also capable of forming alchemy, but they don't know how good they are in actual combat.

Song Lin is not very optimistic about Wang Jiao.

This world is not as confrontational as the real world. No matter what kind of magic line in the real world, you can kill the enemy with one or two hands, and the proficiency is not low.

This world is different.

Many monks have not been exposed to the strong confrontation occasions of the previous life throughout their lives, and they may lack combat experience.

So Wang Jiao and the servant are Song Lin's most worried.

Zhai Qianyou is also a worrying point.

Calculated in this way, except for the people on his side, only Feng Ying can use it.

Thinking of this, Song Lin took out Cangyu and Baiyu.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the two jade pendants turned into a five-foot flat dragon and a ten-foot one-legged Kuilong respectively.

"This is? A dragon?"

Zhai Ganyou said in surprise.

"Exactly, you guessed right."

Song Lin said.

Since leaving the last world, Panlong has become Wuzhang again, without Vajra Indestructible Body and Yimu Great Formation.

"Can you raise the dragon to the size of a hundred feet?" Song Lin asked.

If it is raised to a hundred feet, it should be at the Taoist level.

Since Zhai Qianyou is good at raising dragons, it's okay to hand over two dragons to him.

In case a more effective method of raising dragons is found out, it would be great to feed back to reality.

"I'll give it a try, old man. However, we still need to raise dragon medicine. I don't know if there is any material for raising dragon medicine in today's world."

"I might be able to create it." The servant of God said suddenly.

What he practiced was alchemy. Of course, it was not just as simple as practicing gold.

Primarily the transformation of one substance into another.

"also."

"Leave in three days.",

Song Lin gave the order.

three days later.

Caozhou.

This place is the place where Huangchao and Longxing, the emperor of Daqi, lived.

It is also the base camp of the rebels.

Even if Huang Chao captured Chang'an, Caozhou still sent [-] heavy soldiers to guard it, as well as [-] demon men with animal heads and human bodies.

Caozhou City is dark all day long, the sky is as deep and black as ink, and the dark clouds are heavy, as if they are about to press down on the city.

The city is full of monsters, except for armored soldiers and demons, there is no living person.

Residents' houses were empty and covered with dust. Upon closer inspection, there were faint bloodstains on the ground.

In the center of the city is a blood pool eight feet wide.

Bleeding bubbles kept popping up from the blood pool, and the bloody aura was strong. The bloody water exploded from time to time, and phantoms came back to life one after another, then rushed to the sky and disappeared.

This is the core of the demon lord formation that gathers Yin and Tribulation Luck, and all monsters are resurrected from the eight blood pools.

In a cave outside the city, Li Chunfeng meditated with his eyes closed.

Beside him are Yin soldiers mandrill ghosts and gods arrested by the technique of summoning, responsible for guarding the body.

In Li Chunfeng's eyes, this world is full of countless lines, and different lines form a rune-like magic circle, which perfectly combines mountains, rivers, forests, lava in the center of the earth, hardware, etc. with a radius of hundreds of miles.

This array is simply perfect.

The reason why Li Chunfeng is stationed here is to maintain the formation and to lure snakes out of their holes.

He calculated that someone must have destroyed the magic circle, so he waited here for them to take the bait.

boom!
Suddenly, the weak point of the magic circle exploded.

The earth shook violently, cracking out terrifying abysses.

The demonic energy scattered in all directions, and all demons howled.

Chang'an, the thousands of demon soldiers guarding Chang'an suddenly wailed, and then collapsed into pieces.

After the destruction of these powerful demon soldiers, Huang Chao also became an ordinary leader of the peasant army, and the country collapsed instantly.

At the same time, Li Ang and Li Zhan turned into wind swords, and the Chang'an rebels were about to perish.

Even the monks and warlocks beside Huang Chao couldn't resist the sharp swords of the two.

Look at Caozhou again.

The moment the magic circle was shattered, Li Chunfeng stood up suddenly, his expression was startled and angry.

"what?"

"How dare you destroy my magic circle!"

Li Chunfeng stared at the purple mist fifty miles away.

Wherever the purple mist went, the rebels turned into pus.

Li Chunfeng stepped forward, and the seven stars in the sky twinkled, reflecting each other in the distance, and shooting down seven bright starlight.

Roar!
Suddenly, there were two dragon roars.

Panlong and Kuilong broke through the ground and faced the starlight.

Kuilong moved two mountains.

Boom!

Three beams of starlight shot at the mountain peak, blowing it to pieces.

The remaining four fell on Beaulieu, blocked by Beaulieu's impenetrable armor.

Then a few more stars fell.

On the other side, the people who had already destroyed the formation gathered together.

"Li Chunfeng is here, hold him for a while, I'll make a quick decision!"

Song Lin said.

If it drags on for a while, maybe even Yuan Tiangang will come.

"Okay!" Feng Ying said.

Everyone turned into streamers and flew to Li Chunfeng's hiding place.

After Zhai Ganyou had two dragons, he displayed a lot of strength.

The actions of Wang Jiao, Xing and Pu deceived the sky, making it too late for Yuan Tiangang to support.

Feng Ying was wrapped in a demon mist, and shuttled like ghosts and gods.

Zhai Ganyou stepped on the Panlong.

Li Chunfeng and the two fought for dozens of rounds in an instant.

Li Chunfeng summoned the Big Dipper Starlight, and the Taibai Chishafeng released from the gourd was amazingly powerful.

The two ancient hermits couldn't get close at all.

Feng Ying was secretly shocked, this person was actually at the sixth level, and even stronger than Cui Qianyou.

Can Song Lin really deal with it?
At this time, Li Chunfeng seized the flaws of the two, and the two starlights shot straight to the head.

"not good!"

Feng Ying's pupils shrank, as if she was killed on the spot.

At this time, the sky darkened.

When everyone looked up, it turned out to be a towering statue.

The whole body of the statue is golden, and it looks like Erlang God.

Half of the body is above the clouds, and the golden surface reflects the bright sunlight.

"This……"

Zhai Ganyou and Feng Ying were dumbfounded. Could this be Song Lin's power?

That's right, this is the little giant spirit that Song Lin sacrificed with all his mana and all his Taoist soldiers.

The power is comparable to that of the Great Perfection of Pill Formation, which is the sixth realm!

Now it was Li Chunfeng's turn to lose his mind.

Is this the heavenly general?

"kill!!"

Erlang let out a loud shout, and the sound wave crushed Xingguang.

Then draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

boom!
An arrow like a stone pillar hit Li Chunfeng.

…………

Song Lin was in full swing in the story world.

The jungle is in great turmoil at this moment.

The masters of the three Taoist temples died strangely, and the masters of the eight Taoist temples announced their replacement.

Within one month, Huoyun settled twelve companies.

Now the only remaining neutral faction is Chaozhenguan.

At this time, inside Chaozhen Temple, Taoist Chaozhen called everyone to a meeting.

"Monastery Master, other Taoist temples are dead and wounded, what should I do?"

All three were weeping, as if a catastrophe was imminent.

Daoist Chaozhen's hair is disheveled, and he doesn't have the bones of a fairy in the past.

He stroked his beard irritably, and a lot of his beard was pulled out.

Daoist Chaozhen felt bitter.

No one to help themselves, and no backing.

Others either looked at the joke with cold eyes, or waited to eat meat and drink blood.

This time I finally got the bitter fruit of the fence-sitting faction.

(Ask for a monthly pass)

(End of this chapter)