Stare at the red-robed figure in the center of the thunderstorm.
He was a worldly wealthy man dragging on heavy fatigue.
Step out of the small world and face the baptism of the small wilderness calmly.
The thunder was like water, not only did it not extinguish his aura, but it washed away the dust and dust on his body, revealing the inner aura that soared into the sky.
Out of the corner of his eye.
He laughed like a night owl, with thick dark circles under his eyes and scarlet beads framed by a skinny old man holding his large robe, staring at the emaciated Golden Elixir Grandmaster wearing a black and white robe with strange eyes.
Changshui Master glanced over from the corner of his eye and looked at the bald old man carrying a small coffin not far away. From the back, he looked at the bones of immortality, and from the front, he looked at crooked melons and cracked jujubes. With his bald top, it made people laugh at him.
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There was no smile on his face.
This man is the Master of the Earthly Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect. His cultivation has reached the peak of the Golden Core. He is one of the top great masters in the Xiaohuang Realm. He is only a little inferior to the blood elder monster who came first.
These two people are the most troublesome. In addition, this place is the closest to the Corpse Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect. The fact that they can come here means that they have ordered the sects to be prepared.
With so many monks eyeing him, how could he wait until the other party failed to overcome the tribulation and obtain the magic weapon?
He said yes and no, and he said no and no.
I can only blame the red-robed man for coming here to escape the tribulation. If he was far away from the Demon Sect, he would not have attracted these two great masters. The remaining blue-robed monks in the late Jindan stage, because they deliberately concealed their figures, did not
Know the details.
The other master is the famous Ghost King in the Netherworld.
Master Changshui found that he had no advantage at all next to these monks. Even if he was the master of Wanfa Sect, when the other party did not interfere with the secular world, he was only the master of Jindan.
The blood elder monster's eyes rolled, and he hid the greed in his eyes: "In my opinion, the one who overcame the tribulation is not a real person from the Wanfa Sect, but rather a monk from outside the Small Wasteland."
"Master Changshui came early, maybe your sect has some care."
The blood elder monster squinted his eyes and licked his dry lips.
It has been a long time since there has been a monk who has overcome the tribulation in the Xiaohuang Realm. Now one suddenly appears and comes here to overcome the tribulation again. It is probably not one of the famous real people from the big sects.
Changshui Master secretly thought that something was not right, and the Great Master of the Blood Evil Sect obviously had his mind set on it. So he cleared his throat and said, "Although this person is not a monk of our sect, he has had a conversation with the ancestor of our sect."
"The ancestor asked me to take care of it."
After Master Changshui finished speaking, the blood elder monster looked slightly startled with pride, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He laughed casually, but the greed in his eyes was suppressed deeper, and the fearful expression surfaced.
As soon as the ancestor's name came out, he, a great master, had to give face. And he didn't believe that the Changshui master of Wanfa Sect would talk nonsense and use his ancestor as a guarantee, so the matter was probably the same.
Even the Master Earth Corpse, who was carrying a coffin beside him and had a very different figure, hesitated.
Not to mention the ghost king and the blue-robed monk who came riding on the clouds. The two of them have the lowest cultivation level. Even if they really benefit from it, they won't get it.
"This great master who has overcome the tribulation, uses Yin Qi to fly and black mist to follow. Judging from the fluctuations of his mana, it is also very similar to my Demon Sect..." Master Earth Corpse touched his chin and watched with a pair of moves.
situation.
They also want to extend their spiritual consciousness, but if their spiritual consciousness stretches out, it will be shattered by thunder and cannot be touched at all.
Just as the Blood Elder Monster was about to answer the question, he thought of something again, turned his hand and burned a Ten Thousand Miles Transmission Symbol in his sleeve robe, and then the old god hugged his shoulders.
Master Changshui was still thinking about how to deal with them, when he suddenly saw a sudden change in the thunder calamity.
The seventh thunder light has turned into a dragon shape.
The majestic pressure suppressed the formation by several feet.
Tu Shanjun on the high altar solemnly worshiped the soul flag. The soul flag had been completely repaired by the evil spirit carried by the banyan tree. In order to withstand the thunder disaster, he consumed most of the evil spirit brought out from the small cave sky.
Fortunately, there is also the banyan tree, a growing incense tree.
The Dao tree once served as the host body of the Nascent Soul Old Dragon. Both the material and the evil aura it carries are extremely rare treasures of heaven and earth. If there is a great master in refining weapons, the banyan tree may be used to refine a powerful spiritual treasure.
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However, even with such a treasure, it is still very difficult to overcome it. I don’t know if any magic weapon that is promoted to a spiritual treasure will pass through such a pass. In short, Tu Shanjun feels that the thunder catastrophe faced by the soul banner is beyond expectation.
Two thousand miles of thunder rolled down, and tens of thousands of miles of wind stirred up the clouds. The sky and the earth seemed to be connected at this moment, turning into a thunder field that completely submerged Tu Shanjun and the formation he had set up.
The golden elixir masters who were watching the excitement were sore that their eyes were stung by the dazzling lightning. Even with the divine light in their eyes, they couldn't see clearly what was happening in the thunder.
They didn't dare to get close, for fear of being caught in the thunder.
Tushanjun raised his hand.
His skin had cracks, and traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Although Chi Xuan's body is powerful, after all, he is only in the late stage of Jin Dan and cannot reach the level of overcoming the tribulation. He will naturally be overwhelmed by the thunder tribulation.
The soul flag shook, and Tu Shanjun's true form came out of the soul flag, grabbing the transforming soul flag.
The evil ghost's head at the top of the Zunhun Banner has grown shoulders. While roaring, the cloth of the banner held by its fangs rolled back and stretched out from the chest again.
The shoulders grown by the evil ghost turned into the horizontal bars of the soul flag, and the two ghost claws grasped the two auxiliary ridges of the soul flag.
The iron ingots forged from the skeletons into weapons were nailed to the main pole under the hammering of thunder and calamity. The black and red main pole showed lines, as if magma flowed over and met at the top to form a blood-red spiritual bead.
The black iron bone forged into a fan shape is fixed on the spirit bead.
Most of the magic weapon has been transformed, and even the burned banners have been woven and repaired into a more spiritual black. If you want to be fully promoted to a spiritual treasure, the only thing missing is the main pole.
The seventh thunder dragon roared and charged.
Boom!!!
The power of thunder seemed to annihilate everything in sight, and there was no grass growing for hundreds of miles. Not even a complete stone was left. Even the core of the formation that blocked the thunder was exposed.
The ten ghost kings holding banners all raised their heads and resisted the crazy thunder dragon.
The huge pressure made the flesh rattle, and blood flowed out from between the teeth and the surface of the body.
"Hold on... hold on."
Tushanjun's eyes exploded and protruded, and the hidden fangs could no longer be restrained. The scorching hot arcs were like magic steel needles piercing the top of his head inch by inch. Such severe pain made Tushanjun raise his head uncontrollably.
"ah!!!"
Scarlet red hair spreads out and flies in all directions.
The ghost horns soar into the sky.
All that was left was a ferocious evil ghost with a face that was twisted in pain and looked up.
The pain of thunder tribulation not only affects the physical body, but also affects the soul, and even the deepest part of the mind. As the thunder dragon attacks, the countless accumulated pains surge out like a flood, drowning Tushanjun in one fell swoop.
It hurt like hell but there was nothing I could do.
"The Ghost King of the Ten Directions..."
Tu Shanjun recited the mantra to activate the ghost kings of the ten directions word by word. His hands, which were already twitching in pain, forced the sealing method, and blood flowed down his elbows on the flat ground of the high altar.
He twisted his hands almost violently to form a seal.
"Array up!"
The beam of light rose, and the soul flag in my hand fell into the formation of the Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions. The soul flag in my hand was spinning, but before I could continue to take action, the Thunder Dragon finally broke through the formation and came down.
"boom."
When the formation was broken, the ten golden elixir spirits returned to their soul flags.
The brontosaurus above has lost its original ferocity.
Although it still struck the main pole of the soul flag steadily, causing Tu Shanjun to lose his hand, the main pole of the soul flag shattered and created a huge crack that penetrated the top and bottom, all the way to the head of the new evil ghost.
The blood-colored spirit pearl protected by the evil ghost's chest and ribs also had a white crack.
"puff!"
The back blood surged up and wetted his clothes. Tu Shanjun tremblingly raised his palm, and with a flick of his palm, the soul flag that was blown away by the thunder fell into his hand. He murmured: "The Killing Formation of the Ghost King of Ten Directions is a killing formation after all, not a defense."
The formation is easily broken."
"Unfortunately, my preparations were not complete enough."
"Thunder Yi Jiuji, there are two more, it seems I need my help to keep an eye on them."
Tu Shanjun left his spiritual consciousness to sit in his body and control the overall situation. He appeared in the sky above the thunder field instead of the soul flag. If he cast the magic field, he would be defeated by the thunder, so he could only rely on the magic weapon and his own strength to fight head-on.
The evil energy accumulated by the banyan tree should be enough to condense another body.
Therefore, losing a physical body is nothing.
"bring it on."
Tushanjun's eyes were covered with madness.
After passing the thunder tribulation, he would take the second step and become the top legendary monk in the Xiaohuang Realm. If he failed to take this step and the soul flag was damaged again, he didn't know what the consequences would be.
Maybe he will disappear as the soul flag is damaged.
Since ancient times, no one has died.
Cultivation is essentially about sailing against the current. If you don’t make progress, you will retreat.
He has come to this point, and if he doesn't want to die, he has no choice but to fight for his life. Tu Shanjun originally thought that he would be afraid of death after becoming the Great Master of the Golden Core Peak, but in fact, he was more afraid of not being able to become an immortal.
Therefore, even if he died on the immortal road, this was his choice.
"Become an immortal or die!"
Tu Shanjun looked up to the sky and screamed, as if he wanted to pour out all the emotions accumulated over the years. He stumbled forward. He was not numb or heartless, nor did he forget the burden he had carried back then.
That is a life, a living life.
He embarked on the road to immortality with him, but died on the way to becoming an immortal.
Their Yin Shen true spirits are all within the soul flag, and they cannot even reincarnate.
If he Tushanjun cannot remember them, no one will remember them.
Tu Shanjun doesn't know if others have reasons for becoming immortals. He only remembers the reasons why he became immortal.
"God."
"Are you immortal?!!!"
The enraged deity rushed into the sky, and his true spirit turned into a roaring evil ghost, punching hard at the thunder dragon descending from the sky.
With one punch, I will ask the world
Do all monks in the world yearn to become immortals like me?
This punch is a fist of shouting, a fist of resistance, a fist of devouring... It is a fist that asks God whether he will live forever, and it is the most persistent fist among thousands of Yin gods worshiping to become immortals.
This chapter has been completed!