I became the pet of the Celestial Masters by cooking

The magic circle was activated the moment Wu Daozi stepped in, emitting faint blue fluorescence.

Wu Daozi quickly realized that something was wrong, restrained his strength and retreated.

Yin Tangfeng, who was hiding in the dark, took the right time to make a surprise attack and kicked Wu Daozi into the circle.

Wu Daozi angrily turned around to look for the attacker, saw Yin Tangfeng standing with a sword, and then thought of the monk who was chasing him all the way, and quickly realized that he had been tricked.

He snorted coldly, threw Tong Shangyan on his shoulders casually, looked around the formation in the square, and said, "I underestimated you, what kind of formation is this? Let me guess, the seven-star formation of Tiangang?" Trapped me here and strangled me? By you? Are you worthy? What can this mere magic circle do to me?"

After the words fell, he showed his weapon. It was a one-handed long sword, but it was different from ordinary long swords. Wu Daozi's sword had a very slender blade and a short hilt. It was like a fusion of Western fencing and Oriental swords. .

The long sword half a person's height drew an arc in the air, and Wu Daozi still had a look of disdain on his face.

But Yin Tangfeng didn't dare to take it lightly, he shook his Chitang sword, cheered up, held up the borrowing talisman with one hand, and guarded Wu Daozi.

The Youlan magic circle shone even brighter under the bright moonlight, but Wu Daozi didn't seem to be affected at all, dragging his long sword and rushing towards Yin Tangfeng.

Yin Tangfeng crossed the sword across the gap, and used a magic talisman to stick it between his eyebrows. The two men's magic power circulated, and they clashed with each other with swords. They made dozens of moves in a hurry, but there was no winner.

Wu Daozi gradually lost his patience, he fought Yin Tangfeng with a sword in one hand, and chanted mantras in the mudra with the other hand, black mist came out of thin air, wrapped around Yin Tangfeng's body and bound his hands and feet.

Yin Tangfeng frowned, and quickly took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on the black mist. The yellow talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, and the flames burned all the way along the black mist. The two people who were fighting were separated in the flames.

The place where the two of them landed again happened to be on both sides of Tong Shangyan. Tong Shangyan, who was lying in the center of the circle, was still in a coma and knew nothing about what happened.

Just at this moment, a group of monks who participated in besieging Wu Daozi arrived, stood behind Yin Tangfeng one after another, fanned out, and faced Wu Daozi aggressively.

After a rough look, Wu Daozi recognized that there were not only members of the Special Administration Bureau, but also many sect disciples in the crowd, and he suddenly laughed loudly: "I am so lucky to be entertained by Yu An and you like this? Since you are looking for death today, Then this seat will be impolite!"

These words seemed to be some kind of signal, making the battle between the two sides imminent.

Cultivator Yu An has many people, but everyone has no sense of shame that more people bully fewer people. Instead, they are murderous and vow to die with each other.

Although Wu Daozi was only one person, he looked down upon him, and he was the only one who respected himself. The air flow around him moved without wind, forming a faint vortex, surrounding him.

Of course, Brother Yu An's mobilization was not a swarm of brainless swarms. They led by Yin Tangfeng, surrounded him and Wu Daozi within the range of the magic circle, and performed their duties, either attacking or defending, giving full play to their numerical advantage.

And the field team headed by the third captain became the hostage rescue team at this time, and took Tong Shangyan out of the magic circle when Wu Daozi had no time to take care of it.

Of course Wu Daozi noticed that his favorite "container" was taken away, but he was not in a hurry to snatch it back. In his plan, as long as the group of ants in front of him was eliminated, the container would return to him sooner or later.

The magic power in his body was surging, and he didn't pay attention to the few young monks at all, but at this moment, a thin cloud floated away in the sky, and in the unobstructed night sky, the Big Dipper shone even brighter, faintly blue. The magic circle seemed to come alive suddenly, and the overwhelming pressure imprisoned every monk standing in the magic circle.

Wu Daozi's movements were sluggish, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart.

The monks in Yu An had been reminded a long time ago, and they all dispersed at this time, put away their cultivation, and stopped using their mana. The shackles weighing more than a thousand catties on their bodies suddenly dissipated, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.

This Tiangang Seven Star Formation was specially changed to trap Wu Daozi. The more powerful the cultivator in the formation, the stronger the imprisonment, and the more he used his magic power to resist, the more it would arouse the resistance of the formation.

Wu Daozi didn't know the key to it, but relied on his experience and strong strength to resist the pressure from the magic circle, and tried to find the eye of the circle and destroy it.

After all, his cultivation base is profound, and he has hundreds of years of experience. He quickly figured out the principle of the magic circle, restrained part of his magic power, and his actions were as powerful as before.

Some monks in the magic circle did not have mana to protect themselves, and they were suddenly attacked by Wu Daozi. They lost to the opponent and were injured one after another. .

But things were not as simple as Wu Daozi thought. After all, the formation was set up specifically to restrain him. How could it be so easy to see through?

Just when Wu Daozi thought he had the winning ticket, the magic circle began to change, the faint blue fluorescent light turned into a faint yellow light, and the seven people who had already settled down in the formation recited the mantra again, one after another, like a drum beating, Solemn and solemn.

When the monks in the magic circle heard these chanting, they retreated out of the circle tacitly.

Wu Daozi glanced around the crowd with squinted eyes, raised his left and right index fingers and middle fingers together, and was about to make a seal and chant a mantra, when his body suddenly burned like a fire, as if there was a fire from the infinite, burning his limbs and bones.

His eyes were tearing open, and he endured the torment in his body without making a sound.

The Yu An monks who have not yet withdrawn from the magic circle are actually under the same pressure from the magic circle as Wu Daozi. They all endure and retreat, and they have to guard against Wu Daozi's actions.

Just when most of the people had withdrawn from the magic circle, Wu Daozi suddenly widened his eyes, and the air around him was violently blown away like a hurricane. Wu Daozi in the center of the eye of the wind raised his long sword and pointed to the sky, his lips moved as if he was reciting some spell After a while, the long sword fell, directly opening a palm-wide crack in the square.

What was even more frightening was that wherever the sword wind passed, both people and buildings were severely injured. Even one of the arrayers hiding in the dark was injured by the sword wind and spit blood again and again.

The magic circle that lacked a formation member instantly dimmed, and the Tiangang Seven Star Formation ended in failure in the face of Wu Daozi's absolute strength.

Seeing the dilapidated venue and the red-eyed Wu Daozi, the Yu An monks who were originally imposing, the blood in their chests slowly faded, and they faintly felt timid.

Bai Ce, who was the first to withdraw from the range of the formation, saw that the people on the left and right were showing signs of retreating, gritted his teeth bitterly, searched for the position of the injured formation, and quickly ran over to replace him.

A pale yellow light lit up again on the square that was split in two, but this time the light was obviously not as good as before, and the ferocious smile on Wu Daozi's face could also tell that even if the Seven Star Formation reappeared, it would not be as effective for him as before.

Yin Tangfeng has always been the one closest to Wu Daozi. When the earth-shattering sword strike came down just now, although he dodged in time, his blood was still surging, and it took him a few breaths to calm down.

Yan Yu, Xiao Jia and others who were beside him also adjusted their breathing for a while before they recovered, approached him and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Fuck! Fuck him! So many of us are still afraid of him being an old man!" Not far away, the third leader couldn't understand some retreating monks, and rushed towards Wu Daozi single-handedly with enthusiasm.

Wu Daozi was already on the verge of madness at this time, the attack of the third captain was like an egg hitting a rock, and without two moves, the tall and burly man was sent flying far away like a kite, and smashed heavily on the wall of a private house.

Before Yin Tangfeng could give any instructions, he raised his sword and rushed over. Yan Yu, Xiao Jia and others followed closely behind, and the battle started again.

Near the place where the third captain fell, Tong Shangyan, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up.

Probably because of the experience of being kidnapped and knocked out once, Tong Shangyan did not feel much discomfort after waking up this time. Not only that, he quickly understood the current situation and ran to the nearest third captain to confirm that he still had After taking a breath, he rummaged through him to find the pill he was carrying and fed it to him.

He has self-knowledge, and he doesn't run to the front to make trouble, but watches the battle from the outside.

He could see Yin Tangfeng holding the Chitang Sword fighting with Yan Yu and the others, but they did not have the upper hand, and the thicker bloody smell could be smelled far away.

About three meters away to his left is a crack created by Wu Daozi. Under the eaves of a private house next to the crack, Bai Ce, dressed in white, chanted a mantra cross-legged, but his brows were furrowed, his face was painful, and the corners of his mouth There is a trace of blood red - it is not an easy task to maintain such a magic circle.

Next to it, an old man was leaning against the wall with his hands on his chest, his gray goatee was almost completely stained with blood.

Tong Shangyan recognized the old man as one of the people sitting in the same row as Yin Tangfeng during the battle meeting at Bai's house, and ran over to feed him with the elixir.

There was no blood on the old man's face, and his breath was intermittent. After taking the elixir, he barely regained his energy.

His cloudy eyes met Shangtong Shangyan's face, he didn't say anything, and quickly looked at Wu Daozi, with trembling lips, he said weakly: "This... monstrous evildoer must... be punished..."

As the words fell, a layer of dark clouds floated in the sky, the Big Dipper was blocked, and the light of the magic circle was so weak that there was almost no light. But after the dark clouds floated directly above the square, a thunderbolt shot out from between the clouds, hitting Wu Daozi just beside him , Immediately afterwards, the second, third... The thunder fell, and several strikes hit Wu Daozi, causing him to howl in a low voice.

"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder..." The elixir was working, and the goatee old man adjusted his breath on his own, so his words were much stronger than before. "As expected of Master Zhou's disciple, Layman Yin invited Nine Heavens Profound Thunder."

Hearing that the thunder was invited by Yin Tangfeng, Tong Shangyan nervously looked towards the direction of the magic circle. Wu Daozi was struggling left and right in the continuous falling lightning, while Yin Tangfeng sat cross-legged on the ground, making seals with his hands, chanting words, his Next to him, there are several young monks such as Xiaojia and He Shengfeng protecting him.

The old man with a goatee was no less nervous than Tong Shangyan. The power of the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder was closely related to the cultivation level of the caster. Yin Tangfeng was indeed the best among monks of the same age, but compared with Wu Daozi, after all, there was a natural moat.

Sure enough, after Wu Daozi forcibly withstood a lightning strike, he quickly organized a wave of attacks and attacked Yin Tangfeng.

After resisting for a while, several young men who were protecting the law were sent flying. Yin Tangfeng took Wu Daozi's slap forcefully, turned over and knelt on the ground on one knee, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

Tong Shangyan's heart twitched, and he almost rushed to help, but the old man pulled his arm, so he didn't run out.

With Tong Shangyan's support, the goatee old man stood up, walked a few steps forward, then sat down cross-legged, took out a palm of yellow talisman, held it between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand tremblingly, and said with a sigh: "Now only You can try this talisman, if there are still true gods in the three realms, may the gods bless the common people."

After finishing speaking, the old man tied the seal and recited the mantra, closed his eyes and fell into meditation. The yellow talisman fluttered slightly between his fingers, but it didn't take long for it to hang down limply, and even the cinnabar on it disappeared.

The old man didn't believe in evil, so he took out another yellow talisman and repeated the movement of forming seals and chanting the mantra. The yellow talisman seemed to feel something at first, and it moved a few times, as if it was about to stand upright, but in the end it was the same as the previous one and became useless. a piece of paper.

Two consecutive failures have dealt a big blow to the old man. After finally recovering a little bit of energy, he seemed to be drained, depressed and desperate: "Could it be...the sky is really going to kill me..."

"Old man, is it really useful to ask God?" Tong Shangyan didn't care about seniority at this time, and asked the old man earnestly while supporting his back.

The goatee old man nodded and said: "Wu Daozi has practiced for a hundred years, and he is probably the closest monk in the world to the immortal family. To defeat him, only the power of the true god."

Tong Shangyan pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head slightly. In his mind, Zhou Bo recorded in the handbook that Tong Xiaoshui asked God to save him in the battle of the small canal more than 20 years ago.

He took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on his body without any rules. The yellow talisman was infused with Yin Tangfeng's spiritual power. He remembered that Yin Tangfeng once said that because the two were connected by fate, he could borrow Yin Tangfeng's spiritual power. Can……

Tong Shangyan took the last invitation talisman handed to him by the old man, clasped his palms together, put his fingertips between his eyebrows, prayed, and then whispered Tong Xiaoshui's incantation back then.

He completely forgot himself and read it three times in succession, and his body suddenly became lighter, as if a wind was blowing through his body, and it was as if a cloud was supporting all the weight.

His consciousness was half awake and half asleep, he felt his soul coming out of his body, like a bystander, "seeing" himself standing in the magic circle shaking the emperor bell, the voice of the emperor bell was calm and thick, like a substance, exuding It fluctuates in circles.

Under such fluctuations, Wu Daozi's expression was painful, and black mist appeared from his body, and he held his chest tightly, as if the black mist that wanted to float out was trapped in his body.

Tong Shangyan's angle of view was like a layer of fog, and he couldn't really see what was happening in the square, but the surrounding monks were all stunned and excited.

Tong Shangyan, who was expressionless, exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to, his eyes could not see the pupils, they were all white light.

His feet were slightly off the ground, he formed a magic seal with one hand, and shook the emperor bell rhythmically in his right hand. In the sky unobstructed by dark clouds, a moonlight shone on the young man, and then spread into a soft circle of light.

Wu Daozi seemed to be burned under the light circle, and could only roll on the ground clutching his chest in pain.

The mantra in the young man's mouth became faster and faster, and the stack of sounds seemed to come from the nine heavens. The sound of the emperor's bell was still ringing, but everyone felt shocked, except for looking at the young man in awe, no longer Can't do anything.

Wu Daozi finally showed a look of fear in his eyes. He stretched out his hand towards the young man, seemingly begging but unwilling: "No...no...don't..."

The young man turned a deaf ear to it, and held up the majestic divine power in Jieyin's left hand, and then hit Wu Daozi with all of it.

Wu Daozi let out a deafening whistling, shrill and sharp, which made all the monks almost spit out.

The blue-black mist continued to radiate from Tao Zhou's body, and then disappeared. Three minutes later, the seized body was lying motionless on the ground with its back facing the sky, and there was no longer any black mist floating out.

"It's...it's done?" Someone asked in the silence.

But the problem was not resolved, the young man hanging in the air withdrew his left hand, stopped shaking the emperor bell, the soft halo around him slowly dissipated, and finally his white eyes disappeared suddenly.

Tong Shangyan, who was not blessed with divine power, fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, he was not too far from the ground to prevent him from falling.

Regardless of his own injuries, Yin Tangfeng rushed over as soon as he fell, knelt on the ground and nervously checked his lover's condition.

He remembered clearly that after Tong Xiaoshui succeeded in inviting the gods, his meridians were greatly damaged, and his cultivation was ruined. Tong Shangyan was just an ordinary person, how could he bear such a powerful divine power?

"Little Tong...Tong, Shangyan..." Yin Tangfeng groped for Tong Shangyan's pulse with trembling fingers, and couldn't even be distracted from thinking why Tong Shangyan, who had no cultivation base, would succeed in inviting God.

It wasn't until there was a rhythmic beating under the fingertips that Yin Tangfeng's sanity gradually returned.

"Little Tong, wake up, wake up quickly." Yin Tangfeng brushed Tong Shangyan's bangs away, wiped the sweat from his forehead, lifted his upper body and hugged him in his arms.

The monks next to him also woke up from their dreams and moved closer one after another.

Xiao Jia, who was a little closer, saw Tong Shangyan who was held in Yin Tangfeng's arms motionless, and his eyes were sore all of a sudden: "Yin... Director... Xiao Tong..."

Yin Tangfeng threw a sharp look at him, Xiao Jia shivered in fright, and closed his mouth wisely.

At this moment, Tong Shangyan coughed and woke up leisurely, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yin Tangfeng looking at him worriedly.

"Boss, boss..." He uttered weakly, forced a smile, and took a few breaths before he felt alive, "I'm fine, I'm fine, oh my god, the Sa family is worth a lifetime, and I actually invited you God."

He didn't know how many people he had stunned just now, and he didn't know how scared Yin Tangfeng was just a moment ago. He just thought about how he seemed to have really succeeded in inviting God, and even killed Wu Daozi!

Yin Tangfeng helped him stand up, and after confirming that there was nothing serious about Tong Shangyan, the tight strings finally loosened. Regardless of everyone's gaze, he clasped his neck and pressed towards him, and kissed his boyfriend firmly on the lips.

Tong Shangyan was taken aback for a moment, then closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and put his arms around Yin Tangfeng's waist.

A group of monks: ...

A handful of monks: yo~~~~~

The monk who can't see anything in the outer circle: ? ? ?

In the distance, the night fades away quietly, dawn is coming, and the dawn is about to rise on the horizon.

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The author has something to say:

The big boss is finally gone!

It's over like this, and the corresponding one is the outsider XD

Thanks to all the little angels who have seen this, self-reflection is not a hardworking writer, digging pits in the early stage depends on impulse, and finishing in the later stage... is supported by every collection and comment of the little angels, sincerely to every reader Baby refills? (????`) than heart