A fierce murderous aura emanated from Tu Shanjun's body.
That was the killing intent condensed into substance.
Scarlet and thick.
Behind this red-haired evil ghost with a green face and fangs, there seemed to be endless darkness that was so dense that it was impossible to see clearly.
The intention to kill is clear.
This scene looks really weird.
A peak golden elixir dared to threaten two Nascent Soul monks.
Although of these two Nascent Soul monks, one was seriously injured and half-dead, and the other claimed to have been a thousand years old, but they still had a fraction of their full strength left.
Lao Long said: "I admit that you are indeed surprisingly strong."
"However, there is an essential difference between the peak of the Golden Elixir and the Nascent Soul."
"This is not a state that emotions can bring him to. What's more, for us cultivators, the emotions that ripple our minds during the fight are a burden."
Lao Long never regarded Tu Shanjun as an opponent.
He has only one real opponent, and that is the self-proclaimed Old Monster Jing.
Even if Tushanjun is very strong, he is just a troublesome person. Now that he heard Tushanjun's bold words, he naturally felt ridiculous. How could a monk at the peak of the Golden Core threaten them.
On the other hand, Old Monster Jing looked a little more solemn. Tu Shanjun is not a person who likes to talk big words. Since he said this, he must have some means to threaten them.
But what exactly this method is, he doesn't know.
The old dragon wants to go out because he has injured the true spirit. If it cannot be nursed back to health and arranged, even if it is reincarnated, it will become a stupid creature, and it will be difficult for him to step on the path in this life.
He wants to go out because he cannot be considered a complete living being at all. He does not even have a complete true spirit. He is just a spirit mixed with incense and fire, and finally evolved into what he is now.
If you don't go out, you can only watch yourself dissipate.
Anyone who lives for a long time will inevitably be obsessed with immortality and even more afraid of his own death.
That suffocating despair is real pain for them.
Old Monster Jing's lowered eyes moved slightly. If nothing could be done, it would be better to snatch the opportunity from Old Long's hand. Now it seems that it is easier to achieve his goal and the safest way to seize Tushanjun's body.
Tu Shanjun saw the contempt in Lao Long's eyes, even though there were nine yin gods of Jindan masters standing next to him.
The purple-black oval-shaped nails were slightly touched on Chi Xuan's forehead, and with a flick of his finger, the red seal suddenly sprang out from Chi Xuan's sea of consciousness, floating above the blue-grey ghost hand, spinning smoothly.
When it fell into Tushanjun's hands, the seal suddenly turned pitch black.
Chi Xuan was stunned, and the eyes of Old Monster Jing, who had been paying attention to Tu Shanjun, flashed. Old Long's eyes burst out with divine light, staring at the seal in Tu Shanjun's hand.
Tu Shanjun shook the seal and then threw it upwards.
The seal turned into a stream of light and shot straight into the sky.
The Burial Scenery Peak shimmered like a large array specially opening the exit. It was activated when the seal flew into the sky. The sky-high light pillar chased the seal, and then a whirlpool crack appeared above the Imperial Capital.
cave sky,
Cracks appeared.
All the monks left behind are people who know something.
The leader was naturally the Great Cang Emperor. His eyes flashed with golden light. He looked at the huge whirlpool above the sky and laughed wildly: "Finally open this damn cage."
It's just that this joyful smile is mixed with a little hesitation. It's certainly a good thing to ascend immediately, but there must be someone to explore the way first.
"That is……"
Outside the imperial capital, 200,000 troops were encamped.
The monks standing on the high altar shaped by the Red Sky Warriors looked at the rotating cracks in astonishment. They didn't know what it was, but there was an instinct urging them to go there.
…
Burial Peak.
The old dragon's expression changed drastically, and the rift leading to the Xiaohuang Realm opened, but they were not ready to leave. It would be better to say that this was Tu Shanjun using strong methods to force them.
Once the seal leaves the cave and the crack disappears again, there is no way they can get out.
The last wait was thousands of years, how long should the wait be this time?
"There is not much time left for you to think about it."
Tu Shanjun looked at Lao Long and Old Monster Jing. These two people must have a backup plan to get out, and Tu Shanjun wanted to force them to use their backup plan, otherwise they would all be trapped in this cave with exhausted spiritual energy.
"Do you know what you did!"
Old Long was furious, this damn madman actually opened the passage at this time. Even he, a great monk of Nascent Soul, couldn't help but curse, this madman really didn't care at all.
Old Monster Jing was not surprised but overjoyed, laughing and saying: "Okay, okay, okay!"
"Not crazy, not live."
"My disciple, Mr. Tiger, you really surprised me. It's no wonder that you don't have the sect's inheritance to be able to reach the first level of invincibility at the same level in this barren place. You are indeed a bit of a genius.
point."
Tu Shanjun's face was livid. He was too lazy to listen to the fallacies told by Old Monster Jing. Today, if they don't show their trump cards and secret techniques to get out of the cave, they will all die here.
In the end, it all depends on who can withstand Dongtian's rejection and survive in such a near-death situation.
Don't they all look down on them based on their cultivation and strength?
Then bet your life!
Let's see whose life is tough enough.
"Stop talking nonsense, I must get back that trace of soul." Tu Shanjun stared at the furious old dragon fiercely. He slowly put away the killing array, and the ten illusory soul flags fell on his back again.
Tu Shanjun held the Zunhun Banner, which was about ten feet long, and flipped it over to put back the suppressed Incense God of the Old Dragon.
Look up to the sky.
The whirlpool fissure covered the sky above Burial View Peak, and its expansion stopped.
Half of the black seal is already outside the cave. Once the seal is completely separated and the crack is closed, it will be difficult for them to get out.
The old dragon took back the incense god bitterly, and the incense god turned into rich incense and blended into the towering banyan tree in front of him.
With the flash of light, the main trunk of the banyan tree rippled like water ripples, and a monk in robes emerged.
The monk's brows were furrowed, but his body was fine. In fact, everyone present could clearly see that this was an ownerless body without a Yin God sitting around.
The aura on his body showed that he was in the late stage of Jindan.
Tu Shanjun recognized the monk at a glance.
This was the person who came after he killed the Ghost King in pursuit of the seal and the soul flag. But he didn't expect that when they met again, this person had become a body that could be taken away.
Immediately, his consciousness was like a thread, firmly locking on the body leaving the banyan tree.
What he is looking for is this glimmer of hope.
The eyes of Old Monster Jing also lit up. No wonder the evil dragon was sitting on a fishing platform waiting for them to come. It turned out that he had already found the scapegoat. As long as he took over his body and gave up his body, he could get out of the cave.
He immediately took action, a blazing white light bloomed, and he started to fight for it without any hesitation.
Old Long cursed: "Old man!"
Boom.
The huge body of the banyan tree shook, and as the branches stretched, countless cracks appeared throughout the Burial Scenery Peak. The huge mountain suddenly collapsed when the banyan tree took action, and the banyan tree seemed to expand again, covering most of the Imperial Capital.
The old dragon's incense god took action to block the old monster Jing.
The body of Monster Jing itself is just the god of incense and fire, and its white body is like a white sun.
The old dragon is like a blue sun, with blue and white colliding between the sky and the earth, and the aftermath of the fight turns into bursts of hot air waves that vibrate in all directions.
On the other side, the old dragon's true self sacrificed his Yang God to merge with the body.
Tu Shanjun condensed the seals with his hands, and ten small illusory flags surrounded Chi Xuan behind his back, forming a formation to protect Chi Xuan.
Then he tightened his grip on the soul flag in his hand.
The banners are wrapped around the main pole and turned into a stick with the evil ghost's head as the main part.
Soaring into the sky, it turned into a black light and headed straight for the outer body that was held up by the banyan branches.
In the blink of an eye, the green-faced and fanged Tushanjun appeared not far away, and the soul flag in his hand was smashed down. With a violent vibration, the banyan branches that tried to stop him were smashed into two pieces by the soul flag.
The branches are broken and the leaves are falling.
The explosive impact caused his red hair to flutter.
But the fierceness in his eyes and the attachment to the body could not be blown away. The scarlet aura surrounded him, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.
"Little baby, the golden elixir is the golden elixir, you have no power!"
The old dragon's roar rang in his ears, and the power of the Nascent Soul was fully revealed at this moment. He had discovered that if he didn't use the power of the Nascent Soul, he might not be the opponent of this madman.
Even if he was repelled and squeezed by the cave, it was just his body. At that time, he had already completed the body snatching and walked out with a brand new identity.
Dry and prosperous.
At this moment it acts on Tushanjun's body.
The scarlet hair on his head turned gray, his ferocious face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, and the palm holding the soul flag withered into bark.
Chi Xuan roared in an attempt to stop Tu Shanjun: "Master!"
"I have no power?"
Tu Shanjun heard Chi Xuan's cry. Although there were no words, he understood clearly. At this time, he could not look back, let alone look back.
He groaned: "Stop fucking talking to yourself, I've got this body today!"
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
"King of Ghosts."
"living!"
Plop.
Countless black auras poured into this gray and defeated body.
His pale hair was stained with scarlet, his decayed face became plump again, and his stooped body stood straight up until he was six feet tall, standing tall against the sky.
Tushanjun's aura increased layer by layer, and even Dongtian's rejection had reached its peak.
He had not used such techniques for a long time when the Ghost King was still alive. Nine golden elixir Yin gods, more than two hundred foundation-building Yin gods, and thousands of Qi exercises pushed his strength to an incredible level.
The terrifying pressure and aura even caused Mr. Jing, who was fighting with the God of Incense and Fire, to turn his eyes over. His eyes were filled with shock and confusion. This was the first time he had seen Tushanjun truly angry.
What followed was this miraculous power.
Tushanjun swallowed big mouthfuls of air.
The evil spirit that had been sucked into his lungs turned into steam and flowed through the gaps in his fangs.
The formation on his fingernails collapsed because he could not withstand such force, and even his ghost hands began to tremble. His hands, dripping with black and red blood, clenched the Soul Flag in his hands.
The low moan turned into a roar.
This chapter has been completed!