Chapter 483: Back Then

Jin Dasheng took human form, scratched the back of his head — what's going on?

Isn't he the protagonist?

How come suddenly no one's paying him any attention? It'd be fine if someone came to fight him.

"Your soul is damaged, you've lost your memory?" Zhu Bajie appeared behind Jin Dasheng and asked.

It was obvious — as a household general under Yang Jian's command, it was impossible for him not to recognize Tang Luo and the others; if he didn't recognize them, it could only be due to amnesia.

Jin Dasheng whipped around, looked at Zhu Bajie, eyes narrowing: "You look a bit familiar."

"Right, forget it, your brother plans to kill you and us together." Zhu Bajie said, "What's your take?"

Like a journalist conducting an interview.

"That depends on whether they have the ability." Jin Dasheng revealed a ferocious grin.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend — at this moment, whether we're familiar doesn't matter; what matters is that we join forces and kill the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors.

But then again, the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors have deployed such a grand formation — it's bound to be a hard battle.

Jin Dasheng revealed his true form — a massive old yellow ox appeared, its horns propping up the sky.

The moment he moved his "horns," the already-deployed grand formation manifested; Jin Dasheng's huge body hovered in midair, upper body raised, the very picture of holding up the heavens.

Yet he couldn't budge an inch — no way to touch that thick cloud layer.

"Damn it, what formation is this!"

Moments later, Jin Dasheng landed again; with his massive bulk and weight, this headbutt — even one of the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors wouldn't dare take it head-on.

Taking it head-on means using your own weakness to clash against the opponent's strength.

If your power reaches a certain level, doing so is fine; without that level of power, it's courting death.

The gap between the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors and Jin Dasheng isn't that large.

It's just that the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors brought divine weapons and divine generals, stood immovable, while Jin Dasheng's "Single Strike Holding Up Heaven" achieved nothing — instead he looked like he was frozen motionless in midair, like a clown's performance, ridiculous and laughable.

The reason was naturally the formation.

"Kunpeng No-Heaven Grand Formation — no matter how strong your power, if you can't hit us, what can you do?" the Black Emperor laughed heartily, venting quite a bit of ill will.

The Kunpeng No-Heaven Grand Formation isn't just any formation that can be deployed.

It requires a Kunpeng true spirit as the formation core, aligned with the mountains and earth veins, plus several mysterious items, consuming considerable magic power to set up.

Half of the divine soldiers and generals the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors brought are maintaining this formation.

Those who enter this formation are as if entering a boundless land.

Don't be fooled — Tang Luo's group and the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors may not look far apart, and with everyone's speed they could cross the distance in an instant.

Actually...

A chasm separates them.

Moreover, it's a one-sided chasm.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors are all dressed as emperors.

The Black Emperor raised a hand, pointing at Tang Luo and the others.

In the valley, a cold wind suddenly rose; black whirlwinds formed several roaring black flood dragons.

The White Emperor likewise formed hand seals.

The thick cloud layer beneath everyone's feet instantly turned into dark clouds; freezing raindrops began to fall.

Each raindrop like a sharp sword.

The Yellow Emperor lightly clapped his hands before him; an incomparably heavy pressure descended — the earth beneath their feet instantly became a giant lodestone, trying to lock everyone firmly to the ground.

The Green Emperor made no move; colorless, odorless, formless poison mist began to spread, silently filling Tang Luo's group's position.

The Red Emperor didn't act, merely watching everyone with a cold sneer.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors completely ignored the white divine hound's life or death.

It's a fake Xiaotian Dog anyway...

However, looking at that black giant hound, they were slightly surprised — it felt like Xiaotian Dog.

But at this time, there was no spare leisure to bother with it.

Summoning wind and rain, earth sinking and poison mist.

Terrifying attacks enveloped them in an instant.

Xiaotian Dog's massive body suddenly shrank, turned into a streak of light, and rushed straight into the white divine hound's forehead, beginning a dangerous soul struggle.

The victor would be able to "seize the body."

Jin Dasheng turned back into human form — against this kind of attack, his true form's defense was higher, but the attack surface was also larger.

Undoubtedly, taking it head-on in human form was more suitable.

He let out a wild roar, faint yellowish-brown light rippling over his body.

The black flood dragons slammed into him; Jin Dasheng didn't budge, but his long hair whipped wildly, his manifested upper garment vanished, revealing an incomparably powerful body covered in many scars.

Combined with the one-long-one-short ox horns that had grown out, he looked like a god or demon.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie had long since run behind Tang Luo, looking like they followed only their master's lead.

Tang Luo pressed his palms together before him; a faint illusory shadow emerged from his body and instantly expanded.

Profound Gold Indestructible Body!

Not only did it envelop Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie, it also covered the white divine hound's body nearby.

This was for Xiaotian Dog — wasting it for no reason would be bad.

The black flood dragons crashed into the faint illusory shadow; the freezing, sharp raindrops fell on it, causing not the slightest shake or ripple.

Those formless poison mists were also completely repelled, unable to approach.

After a while, the wind and rain stopped, the heavy suction beneath their feet vanished, the poison mist dispersed.

Jin Dasheng's chest rose and fell, and several wounds that looked rather ferocious appeared on his body. He spat fiercely, coughing up a large mouthful of poisonous blood.

Obviously he had been injured, and the injury was not light.

Looking at Tang Luo beside him, he lowered his hands—let alone being injured, not even a thread of his clothes was torn, and his breath showed not the slightest disturbance.

The combined forces of the Four Directional Heavenly Emperors couldn't even break through the defense.

"When did the renowned demon monk learn to shrink like a turtle and master this kind of defensive divine ability?" Huangdi looked at Tang Luo and mocked.

This defensive divine ability of the demon monk was indeed beyond their expectations.

It could actually be watertight, which was different from what they had understood.

Tang Luo couldn't be bothered to speak, and with a backhand he swung a palm toward the sky.

Liuli Nirvana Great Hand Seal!

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors each showed a look of disdain, knowing that you demon monk have "astonishing attack power," but if you can't hit anyone, what use is it?

But in the next breath, the great hand seal had already crossed the heavenly chasm between them and appeared before Huangdi.

Huangdi's expression changed, and he immediately tried to block it.

In the hurry, he actually couldn't block it.

"Pa!"

With a crisp sound, Huangdi's body swayed slightly, his imperial crown tilted to one side, and a clear palm print gradually appeared on his face.

"You!"

The palm print quickly faded, Huangdi regained his footing, and his face showed a ferocious expression.

The remaining four emperors also narrowed their eyes.

I never expected that Tang Luo's attack, after crossing the Kunpeng No-Heaven Formation, could still leave a trace on Huangdi.

If it weren't for the heavenly chasm consuming their power, this palm strike—we couldn't withstand it!

At least now, their condition cannot withstand it, unless their consciousness fully descends into the incense avatar, like that white divine dog, before they can withstand it.

The power of this one palm is terrifying indeed!

Tang Xuanzang being feared by countless demons is truly not just empty talk.

Jin Dasheng also stared wide-eyed with his originally large bull eyes, his face full of surprise.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

Huangdi roared, extended both hands to cast a hand seal, and the entire formation suddenly shifted.

Space became chaotic and torn apart; for a moment, there was no distinction between east, south, west, and north, and the sense of direction vanished completely.

It was like being stuffed into a spinning washing machine—heaven spun and earth turned.

On Jin Dasheng's side, he couldn't even "stand firm," his body swaying as he drunkenly threw punches.

Ao Yulie, on the other hand, flew directly into midair.

As for the Heaven-Howling Dog, he was not greatly affected.

Zhu Bajie stood beside Tang Luo, his brows furrowed—this was the true offensive of the Kunpeng No-Heaven Formation.

Earlier, it was merely the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors' attack combined with the formation's assault, merely adding a bit of strength.

Compared to the current Kunpeng swallowing heaven, they are not on the same level.

While the world spun, Zhu Bajie already saw a huge Kunpeng phantom appear, about to "swallow" them.

That is the core of the formation, and also the true spirit of Kunpeng.

Without this true spirit, such a great formation could not be laid out.

Retaining a bit of instinctive consciousness, the Kunpeng true spirit is also extremely rare.

Put it this way: even if the Six Brothers of Mei Mountain were killed by someone and formed a bit of true spirit, their true spirit would not be as precious as this Kunpeng true spirit.

This attack alone—even Zhu Bajie himself would not dare say he could retreat unharmed.

Let alone the others.

"These dog-son-of-a-bitches, where did they get this true spirit!" Zhu Bajie couldn't help but mutter a low curse.

Chidi laughed loudly: "The true spirit bestowed upon us by the True Lord—how does it feel?"

"You little Yang Jian!" Zhu Bajie was a bit angry—what good is it to give these fellows such a good thing when you're fine?

At this moment, the Kunpeng had fully taken shape, its massive body seeming to be only in the valley, yet also as if it were blocking out the sky and sun.

It opened its mouth and lunged to swallow Tang Luo and the others.

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors each showed a smile—this strike should be able to injure that demon monk.

The divine soldiers and generals behind them also raised their weapons high and shouted in unison—

"Destroy!"

"Destroy!"

Their aura soared to the heavens, victory seemed within reach.

But in the next breath, the smiles of the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors froze on their faces.

The Kunpeng true spirit that was about to swallow Tang Luo and the others suddenly paused, then a piercing, mournful cry rang out, filled with boundless terror.

The huge phantom vanished instantly, turning into a stream of light that flew to Qingdi's front.

Qingdi instinctively reached out and caught it—it was a small Kunpeng "sculpture," and also the core of the great formation.

Now, as the sculpture flew into Qingdi's hand, the great formation they had painstakingly set up automatically collapsed and disappeared.

"What's going on!"

"Kunpeng true spirit..."

The Five Directional Heavenly Emperors looked shocked—what on earth had happened?

"Since Yang Jian gave you this thing, didn't he tell you..."

Tang Luo looked at the Five Directional Heavenly Emperors. "This Kunpeng — was it killed by this poor monk back then?"

The divine soldiers and generals raised their weapons, frozen in midair; their upraised arms did not know whether they should be lowered.

"That wisp of true spirit was extracted by Yang Jian, so he took it away." Tang Luo smiled. "It seems Yang Jian's technique is not bad — he let the Kunpeng's true spirit retain its spirituality, allowing it to exert even more power."

The Green Emperor's hand holding the Kunpeng's true spirit was trembling slightly.

Who could have imagined that the Kunpeng's fear of Tang Luo had already turned into instinct, engraved into its true spirit?

Yang Jian might know, but there was no need to say it.

He also would not have thought that one day his own household general would use this thing against Tang Luo.

It was simply lifting a rock only to smash one's own foot.

"Hahaha!" Jin Dasheng laughed loudly. "A bunch of fools — kill!"

In the next breath, the gigantic mad bull appeared again, charging straight at the Green Emperor.