Ao Si understood this formation not because he had seen it, but because he had learned it from the records of the Dragon Palace.
This is a legendary formation practiced by the Buddhist practice of the Tang Dynasty.
It is not an attack formation like the Unmoving Mingwang Formation.
This Vajra Wheel Formation is a complete defensive formation. Because the formation is as strong as a Vajra, and because it consumes a lot, if it fails, it will turn the wheel, so it is called the Vajra Wheel Formation.
Buddhism will never use this formation before the moment of life and death that is absolutely necessary.
I thought that as long as this formation was used, no matter whether it succeeds or fails, the person who presided over the formation would be greatly consumed, and his cultivation would be dissipated. He had to wait until he had to recite scriptures and practice hard for 7749 years before he could fully recover.
Therefore, these formations are all the formations of the Buddhist sect!
But, how do you use it now?
Ao Si had some vague guesses, so his face looked like earth.
"Father!? Why did you stop?" Ao Qing shouted, "Play the martial arts quickly, and the Lord Baiyu Dao can't hold on!"
Ao Si felt bitter in his heart, and he didn't answer, but just looked at the mist in the sky.
I saw that at this moment, the mist was slowly dissipating.
As the light flowed, two figures appeared in the mist.
One person is Ying Fengzi.
As for the other person.
Who else could it be if it weren't Chu He!?
Chu He... Chu He is not dead!?
The monks of the Tang Dynasty were the first to be shocked and looked at the dissipating mist in disbelief.
As everyone's minds shook, the formation was shaking and almost dispersed.
"Hold your breath and concentrate, and keep a light in your heart!"
Yuanliang Zhenren said the truth and shouted, and the formation did not collapse immediately.
Ying Fengzi's back was facing Chu He, his body was stiff, and he seemed to be suffering from torture at this moment.
The feeling of death is approaching, and the beard on the chin is soaked with sweat.
Chu He still looked like he had before, no scars, and nothing unusual.
But that's how it seems terrible.
How did he avoid Li Qingming's amazing sword?
Ying Fengzi's throat surged. He looked at Li Qingming, and his mouth was twitching, trying to send a message to call for help, but found that his spiritual sense seemed to be blocked and could not be transmitted at all. He could only open his mouth and said hoarsely.
.
"Your Majesty, save me..."
The voice was not loud, but everyone was a monk, so how could it not be heard?
The moment the Tang Dynasty cultivators heard this cry for help, their bodies were chilled, and they instantly understood why the Yuanliang Zhenren had to force this formation.
The sound reached Li Qingming's ears, and he felt even more shocked.
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and the Emperor of Humanity, he actually felt fear!?
He wanted to take action, but found that he was surrounded by an invisible terrifying aura, and he felt a terrifying feeling of wind and thunder and everything that could kill him with a faint movement.
He dared not move.
Ying Fengzi also saw Li Qingming's embarrassment and was even more shocked.
I just thought that if this continues, it would definitely be a word for death.
Now that’s it…then you fight right away!
Ying Fengzi forced himself to control his body and suppress his fear.
Without talking about the opportunity, he turned around and threw out a few flying swords from Qi's hand.
Swallowing!
The flying sword is dazzling, making the daylight brighter.
The flying swords that Ying Fengzi was pressing the box, any of which was enough to kill Baiyu Daojun, seemed to hit Chu He's body, making a crisp sound, and then fell down.
"What...what!?"
Ying Fengzi was dumbfounded.
He knew that although these flying swords were powerful, they would definitely not cause any fatal damage to Chu He.
He only wanted to force Chu He away so that he could take the opportunity to escape, but who knew that Chu He didn't have much, so he forced himself to resist the attack of the flying sword with his body!
And judging from that look, these flying swords were not even qualified to leave a white seal on Chu He.
Ying Fengzi was shocked and subconsciously wanted to escape.
The next moment, Ying Fengzi suddenly appeared a hundred feet away.
Ying Fengzi, who escaped from the sky, was not fortunate, but for doubt at the first time.
Why... I just ran away?
He couldn't believe it, so he turned his head and took a look.
But I saw Chu He still standing there, and the Emperor Li Qingming of the Tang Dynasty was also standing there. In front of Chu He, there was also a familiar figure.
"I...me?"
Ying Fengzi let out a speechless scream in his mind.
He suddenly discovered that the person standing in front of Chuhe was him!
Ying Fengzi looked down and saw that his body was a hundred feet away, which was extremely transparent, and he was already clear in his heart.
It turned out that when he was just using the escape technique, he only escaped from his soul, and his body was still fixed to death.
Just when Ying Fengzi was shocked, he saw Chu He looking in his direction, showing a meaningful smile, and then shook his head.
Accompanied by Chu He's shaking his head.
Ying Fengzi's corpse that had lost its soul fell down weakly.
Before it descended to the sea, it began to suddenly ignite.
The fire was fierce, and almost instantly, Ying Fengzi's body turned into ashes and spread on the turbulent sea surface.
There was no sound around, only the sound of the slapping waves of the angry sea.
And the silent wind.
At this moment, not only the monks of the Tang Dynasty, but also the monks of the Dragon Palace were all dumbfounded and could not believe their eyes.
What is this?
It means that with Ying Fengzi's powerful power, he can't even avoid it.
He could even watch his body be destroyed.
The monks of the Dragon Palace who were besieging Baiyu Daojun stood there on the spot.
Ao Si could take down the Bailu Daojun, but he just couldn't do it.
Even his hands were trembling.
The scene was a bit awkward.
Ao Si's head was running rapidly, thinking about how to get out of the predicament.
The Baiyu Daojun was about to be unable to hold on, but suddenly he got a chance to breathe in a trance. When he looked up, he realized that it was Chu He who was out of trouble.
He was overjoyed.
Finally, the bet was successful!
"Misunderstanding..." Ao Sigudong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and could only explain clumsyly, "A huge misunderstanding!"
"Baiyu Daojun and I are...it's a trick to get into a hard-working plan, so as to take the opportunity to approach the monks of the Tang Dynasty, and start from their weaknesses, so as to rescue the seniors in one fell swoop."
"Since you're fine now, I'll be relieved!"
Ao Si knew that this reason could not convince anyone, but where could he have any other solutions now?
"Stop! Stop!" Ao Si shouted to the Dragon Palace monks, "No need to disguise it anymore. Senior Chu He has already escaped from the trap, so there is no need to disguise it anymore!"
Where can I use Ao Si to shout?
Everyone had already stopped.
Ao Si was still winking at Baiyu Daojun, with a pleading voice, and said, "Fellow Taoist, help me once, from now on, you will be a distinguished guest of the Dragon Palace!"
Baiyu Daojun replied in a voice, "Director of Dragon Palace? Are there any Dragon Palaces in the future?"