Chapter 66 Eight gates are broken, a generation of heroes Chu Zhaoyuan
"Break!"
At the moment when the eight gates were shattered, Huang Laodao used one hand to resist the palm falling from the sky in the Huoyun Temple, made a seal with the other hand, put his hands together and slashed hard at the demon monk Zhenye's Dharma.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a harsh sound that broke through the air, a sword energy passed through the body of the demon monk Zhen Ye. .??.??
Immediately, the demon monk Zhenye cut off six of the twelve arms, leaving only three of the six heads.
"boom!"
He was originally preparing to attack the second door, but the power was greatly reduced, leaving only a shallow crack in the door.
"boom!"
But when Huang Laodao was about to continue taking action, the other hand of Jingkong also slammed towards him, forcing Huang Laodao to withdraw his other hand to resist.
"boom!……"
The four palms faced each other, and the surging air waves surged through the surrounding streets like the tide.
And on the ground under Huang Laodao's feet, there was a huge swastika mark.
If the houses and the ground in the capital were not protected by formations, the aftermath of the fight between the two would have turned the city into ruins.
Huang Laodao frowned.
The clearing method was very obvious, just to tie up his hands and feet so that he could not rush to help the imperial city.
Thinking of this, Huang Laodao suddenly licked his lips, smiled and looked at the abbot of Huoyun Temple, Jingkong Demon Monk, and said:
"Old bald donkey, I ate one of your left ears before and it tasted good. Today, old Taoist priest, I want to taste your right ear again."
After saying this, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit into the empty space.
The moment Huang Laodao opened his mouth and bit out, his head suddenly enlarged three times, like a big-headed doll, and his open mouth also became like the huge mouth of a wild beast.
"boom!"
However, just as Huang Laodao's giant mouth was about to swallow Jing Kong's head, a black swastika Buddha light appeared like a wall between Huang Laodao and Jing Kong.
But even so, Huang Laodao still did not close his mouth, but kept chewing on the swastika Buddha light that lay between him and the Jingkong Demon Monk, as if he was nibbling on something delicious.
In the blink of an eye, a corner of the swastika Buddha light was eaten by him.
"Amitabha……"
Jingkong just chanted the Buddha's name helplessly. He could feel that his magic power was being eaten away bit by bit by the old Taoist priest, but he still had no intention of withdrawing his palm. He just glanced in the direction of the imperial city.
"boom!"
Without Huang Laodao's interference, the demon monk Zhenwu manifested the appearance of a black-faced Arhat, and joined forces with the demon monk Zhenye, who had only three heads and six arms. He held a black ax and slashed hard at the second door of the Eight-door Jingshen Formation.
There was only a "bang" sound, and the second giant door made of condensed spiritual energy shattered in response.
"Whoosh!"
As for the nine-tailed blood fox, eight tails came out at once, holding a blood-dropping sword in one hand and a giant shield transformed from blood clouds in the other, blocking the golden-armored gods transformed from those statues.
In fact, the cultivation level of this blood demon ancestor far surpassed that of the two demon monks of Huoyun Temple. However, he encountered Huang Laodao, who was incompatible with his great path, and he had no chance to display his true strength.
"boom!"
As if venting the anger in his heart, the Blood Demon Ancestor shook several golden-armored generals away with one sword, then threw out several thick fox tails, smashing three huge doors in succession.
As a result, five of the eight gates of the eight-door Jingshen Formation have been shattered.
Seeing this scene, Huoyun Temple Jingkong immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he continued to control Huang Laodao, it was only a matter of time before the Eight-door Jingshen Formation was broken.
"Chu Zhaoyuan, you made a wrong bet this time. Chu's sixteen hundred years of luck belong to me, Huoyun Temple."
A trace of greed flashed in Jingkong's eyes.
…
Inside the imperial city.
Leaving the palace, star-catching platform.
This was built by the founding emperor of the Chu State to entertain monks from all walks of life. It is also the tallest building in the entire capital.
On weekdays, looking down from the high platform, you can have a panoramic view of the lights of thousands of houses in the capital.
At this moment, there was only a lonely old man sitting on the star-catching platform.
The old man has gray hair and is wearing a blue shirt. He is immersed in reviewing the memorials on the table in front of him.
If it weren't for the jade seal placed on the desk, it would be difficult to imagine that this old man was Chu Zhaoyuan, the emperor of Chu. He single-handedly reversed the fate of Chu's country's destruction, swallowed up Wu and Shu in the west, and destroyed Manyue in the south.
There are only five remaining heroes of the Youyun Immortal Dynasty.
"boom!……"
At this moment, another of the eight gates of the Shocking God Formation guarding the imperial city broke through.
Only two of the eight gates remain. It won't take half a stick of incense to break the formation.
But Chu Zhaoyuan just raised his head and glanced, and then continued to immerse himself in reviewing the memorial, as if he didn't see anything.
"Father."
At this moment, a quiet girl with a bookish air on her body walked onto the star-catching platform.
Behind the girl, there was a monk.
"Die'er, you and Master Chongyang can come up later."
Chu Zhaoyuan said without raising his head.
"Father, I don't want to wait until that time."
The girl named Die'er walked to Chu Zhaoyuan's side a little stubbornly.
"Then just stand next to me."
Chu Zhaoyuan put down the memorial in his hand, stretched and stood up, then looked at the girl with a slightly doting smile.
This smile made the majesty of the emperor disappear from his brows.
"Father, is that person really worth your bet?"
The girl looked at Chu Zhaoyuan with worried eyes.
Chu Zhaoyuan took a serious look at the girl, then nodded vigorously and said:
"worth!"
His eyes were as firm as hard steel.
"boom!"
At this moment, one of the eight gates was broken, and even the golden-armored god general had only two bodies left. "Broken!"
At the moment when the eight gates were shattered, Huang Laodao used one hand to resist the palm falling from the sky in the Huoyun Temple, made a seal with the other hand, put his hands together and slashed hard at the demon monk Zhenye's Dharma.
"boom!"
Accompanied by a harsh sound that broke through the air, a sword energy penetrated the body of the demon monk Zhen Ye.
Immediately, the demon monk Zhenye cut off six of the twelve arms, leaving only three of the six heads.
"boom!"
He was originally preparing to attack the second door, but the power was greatly reduced, leaving only a shallow crack in the door.
"boom!"
But when Huang Laodao was about to continue taking action, the other hand of Jingkong also slammed towards him, forcing Huang Laodao to withdraw his other hand to resist.
"boom!……"
The four palms faced each other, and the surging air waves surged through the surrounding streets like the tide.
And on the ground under Huang Laodao's feet, there was a huge swastika mark.
If the houses and the ground in the capital were not protected by formations, the aftermath of the fight between the two would have turned the city into ruins.
Huang Laodao frowned.
The clearing method was very obvious, just to tie up his hands and feet so that he could not rush to help the imperial city.
Thinking of this, Huang Laodao suddenly licked his lips, smiled and looked at the abbot of Huoyun Temple, Jingkong Demon Monk, and said:
"Old bald donkey, I ate one of your left ears before and it tasted good. Today, old Taoist priest, I want to taste your right ear again."
After saying this, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit into the empty space.
The moment Huang Laodao opened his mouth and bit out, his head suddenly enlarged three times, like a big-headed doll, and his open mouth also became like the huge mouth of a wild beast.
"boom!"
However, just as Huang Laodao's giant mouth was about to swallow Jing Kong's head, a black swastika Buddha light appeared like a wall between Huang Laodao and Jing Kong.
But even so, Huang Laodao still did not close his mouth, but kept chewing on the swastika Buddha light that lay between him and the Jingkong Demon Monk, as if he was nibbling on something delicious.
In the blink of an eye, a corner of the swastika Buddha light was eaten by him.
"Amitabha……"
Jingkong just chanted the Buddha's name helplessly. He could feel that his magic power was being eaten away bit by bit by the old Taoist priest, but he still had no intention of withdrawing his palm. He just glanced in the direction of the imperial city.
"boom!"
Without Huang Laodao's interference, the demon monk Zhenwu manifested the appearance of a black-faced Arhat, and joined forces with the demon monk Zhenye, who had only three heads and six arms. He held a black ax and slashed hard at the second door of the Eight-door Jingshen Formation.
There was only a "bang" sound, and the second giant door made of condensed spiritual energy shattered in response.
"Whoosh!"
As for the nine-tailed blood fox, eight tails came out at once, holding a blood-dropping sword in one hand and a giant shield transformed from blood clouds in the other, blocking the golden-armored gods transformed from those statues.
In fact, the cultivation level of this blood demon ancestor far surpassed that of the two demon monks of Huoyun Temple. However, he encountered Huang Laodao, who was incompatible with his great path, and he had no chance to display his true strength.
"boom!"
As if venting the anger in his heart, the Blood Demon Ancestor shook several golden-armored generals away with one sword, then threw out several thick fox tails, smashing three huge doors in succession.
As a result, five of the eight gates of the eight-door Jingshen Formation have been shattered.
Seeing this scene, Huoyun Temple Jingkong immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he continued to control Huang Laodao, it was only a matter of time before the Eight-door Jingshen Formation was broken.
"Chu Zhaoyuan, you made a wrong bet this time. Chu's sixteen hundred years of luck belong to me, Huoyun Temple."
A trace of greed flashed in Jingkong's eyes.
…
Inside the imperial city.
Leaving the palace, star-catching platform.
This was built by the founding emperor of the Chu State to entertain monks from all walks of life. It is also the tallest building in the entire capital.
On weekdays, looking down from the high platform, you can have a panoramic view of the lights of thousands of houses in the capital.
At this moment, there was only a lonely old man sitting on the star-catching platform.
The old man has gray hair and is wearing a blue shirt. He is immersed in reviewing the memorials on the table in front of him.
If it weren't for the jade seal placed on the desk, it would be difficult to imagine that this old man was Chu Zhaoyuan, the emperor of Chu. He single-handedly reversed the fate of Chu's country's destruction, swallowed up Wu and Shu in the west, and destroyed Manyue in the south.
There are only five remaining heroes of the Youyun Immortal Dynasty.
"boom!……"
At this moment, another of the eight gates of the Shocking God Formation guarding the imperial city broke through.
Only two of the eight gates remain. It won't take half a stick of incense to break the formation.
But Chu Zhaoyuan just raised his head and glanced, and then continued to immerse himself in reviewing the memorial, as if he didn't see anything.
"Father."
At this moment, a quiet girl with a bookish air on her body walked onto the star-catching platform.
Behind the girl, there was a monk.
"Die'er, you and Master Chongyang can come up later."
Chu Zhaoyuan said without raising his head.
"Father, I don't want to wait until that time."
The girl named Die'er walked to Chu Zhaoyuan's side a little stubbornly.
"Then just stand next to me."
Chu Zhaoyuan put down the memorial in his hand, stretched and stood up, then looked at the girl with a slightly doting smile.
This smile made the majesty of the emperor disappear from his brows.
"Father, is that person really worth your bet?"
The girl looked at Chu Zhaoyuan with worried eyes.
Chu Zhaoyuan took a serious look at the girl, then nodded vigorously and said:
"worth!"
His eyes were as firm as hard steel.
"boom!"
At this moment, one of the eight gates was broken, and even the golden-armored god general only had two bodies left.