"Stand there and don't move, we have a solution." Amidst the laughter, Dong Gua, in high spirits, pointed at Rakshasa and the others and shouted loudly.
Rakshasa, who was about to forcefully break through this place, heard his words, his stern face moved slightly, and he crossed his arms and stopped seriously. He wanted to see what they could do.
The Eighteen Kings of Purgatory and the Eighteen Heaven-Swallowing Beasts who followed behind them all stopped and watched quietly.
"Play hard to get." Gaoshan Yaoguang and Shui Qingchen looked at each other and uttered four words in unison. They looked at each other and smiled and then said in unison: "If you want to rise, suppress it first."
"Stop playing riddles and tell me how to do it." Shui Yueying was upright by nature. His brain was not bright and Shui Qingchen was spinning quickly. He didn't care what he heard and said hurriedly.
It's already this time, why are you trying to take advantage? Things are more important.
Yaoguang was in a very good mood at this time. He smiled when he heard the words and reached out to Shui Yueying and Winter Melon. The three of them and one beast began to whisper in secret.
A golden sun bursts out of the deep blue in the sky.
In an instant, thousands of rays of light brightened the world.
Just as the dawn shone brightly across the world, Yaoguang and the others, standing on the fifth mountain peak, moved.
The white clothes are fluttering, as light as a flying dragon.
Shui Qingchen jumped down from the top of the mountain and landed on the stone surface where the monster was trapped below. Following his heart, he used the ground as paper and drew with his fingers. In an instant, countless strange lines emerged from his fingers.
Spread on the ground.
The stars and chess pieces are all spread out, and they come and go like a book from heaven.
"What is it?" Little Bones floated in mid-air, stretching his head to watch Shui Qingchen draw a picture.
No one answered it because none of them understood it.
Formation? Only the little white fox who was also thrown here frowned and looked at what Shui Qingchen drew. It was a little similar to the formation they used to trap the magic dragon, but it was basically not the same. This was
What?
The pen moves like a dragon, and everything is done with one swipe.
After a few spins, Shui Qingchen stopped with a wave of his sleeves. The white robe was flying slightly in the morning wind. Shui Qingchen lightly held his hands on his chest, and then slapped his palms in the air towards the ground.
Immediately, a water-colored light was seen covering the ground, spreading radioactively in all directions and disappearing in a flash.
"Imprisonment?" the cold-faced Bingshuang, one of the Eighteen Kings of Purgatory, spoke in a low voice.
That underground trap was set up by them, and their demon power controlled it below. But now there is a force as weak as water but all-pervasive that has penetrated down.