The old man in ragged clothes spoke slowly.
He violently threw the dragon spear in his hand, but instead of rushing towards the horned devil and the great monk holding the white silk, it landed in the blood evil sect's large training ground.
It happened to land next to the demon who was kicked into the clouds by Tushanjun.
The appearance of the Bone Dragon-binding Spear frightened the demon back again and again. It was no match for the Nascent Soul Master holding the spiritual treasure. Just as he was about to retreat, he realized that the Bone Spear had no intention of dealing with it.
The fog covered the area and turned into a whirlpool, sucking in the Dazed Blood Demon Sect monks around them. They roared, wailed, and exploded with light from the magic seals.
Like a powerless ant, he opened his broken gong-like voice, only to hear miserable things.
This scene made Master Xuansha's eyes burst into tears and he shouted: "They are all disciples of the sect!"
It turned into surging blood energy and surrounded the side of the dragon gun. The dragon gun turned back into the old man's hand as if it had a spirit. The old man absorbed the blood energy, and his eyes turned into pitch black, and blazing demonic flames burned.
The old man exhaled happily and glanced at Master Xuansha: "The sect is gone, so what's the use of having disciples. Boy Xuansha, do people like you still care about the life and death of the disciples of the sect?
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"As long as I can defeat the enemy, old man."
"If they keep it, they should keep it. Why don't they become a resource for me to restore my strength." The old man in rags with ragged hair and felt hair clenched the dragon gun in his hand: "Seventh Transformation Demonic Skill."
"Drink!"
The pressure grew rapidly.
The pressure of the spiritual consciousness that originally looked like a withered body also surged rapidly, and magic mist steam formed around the body, constantly repairing the old man's body.
The old man suddenly felt a biting sharp attack, and his face showed doubts, as if he was looking for where the wind was coming from. It actually split his body-protecting aura like a steel knife and shattered the magic mist.
"clang."
The sound of iron clashing exploded.
An invisible ripple blew up the old man's few hairs still stained with fish oil, and even blew up less than two ounces of dry skin on his cheeks.
The old man felt a stinging pain coming from his shoulder.
Looking sideways, he saw that the ghost hand like a sickle was hooking his flesh tightly, and traces of blood flowed down the wound.
The man holding the ‘machine’ was tall and had double horns on his head.
Underneath his head of red hair is a pair of bright red eyes.
"ah."
The tip of the bone dragon-binding gun in the old man's hand suddenly turned into a huge dragon head, letting out a deafening roar. The tangible sound waves shattered the shield around the tall figure and pushed the man's body violently out.
Stab.
The claws of the hammer tore off a large piece of flesh.
The evil skeleton ghost at the top of the 'Hammer' smiled and swallowed all the flesh and blood alive. Only Tushanjun, who was holding the 'Hammer', still had a stern expression.
"Wow." The old man gritted his teeth in pain and said, "Boy, what a dirty trick! Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young?" As soon as the technique was turned on, the body was instantly repaired by the black energy without any wounds.
Tu Shanjun used the pinching technique to condense the old man's flesh and blood into a ball and pinched it in his hand: "The technique performs the birthday, the blood curse chases the soul, and the urgency is like a law!"
It is too difficult to calculate the birth date of True Lord Nascent Soul. Fortunately, I have flesh and blood in my hand and can calculate a name. Tu Shanjun raised his soul flag, opened it, opened his palm, and wrote "Zhao Xuanzhen" with his finger in blood.
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Tu Shanjun shook the soul flag in his hand, and his magic sealing skills were constantly changing, and the spell was like a magic sound that activated the big blood-colored characters: "How can the wandering soul stay and survive? Make it a hundred shades and serve thousands of gods. The gate of heaven opens, and thousands of ghosts descend!"
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"Swallow the soul, swallow the curse."
The more violently the soul flag shook, the more the old man in ragged clothes felt an unbearable headache, and traces of blood flowed out from the seven orifices, but the old man grinned: "It hurts me too!"
Not only did the demonic flames around him not weaken, but it seemed that the pain made the blazing demonic flames increase to a higher level.
And the Bone Dragon Binding Spear in his hand had long since turned into a wandering light and swept around the large training ground. The black and red aura blended into his body, making the wizened old man look much stronger.
Taiyi Zhenjun said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, if we want to kill him, we must kill the other monks of the Blood Evil Sect and cut off his escape route. Otherwise, he can absorb the evil energy and strengthen himself."
"Seventh Transformation of Heavenly Demon Technique!"
The old man in ragged clothes roared, and black mana energy suddenly appeared on his body. The originally depressed aura was as dazzling as a beam of light at this moment.
Master Xuan Sha was stunned on the spot.
He knew that if he released his uncle, he would let his ancestors destroy the sect before others could destroy it. That magical skill that was only theoretical actually allowed his uncle to practice successfully.
However, unless Master Shishu is released, he is no match for the Soul-devouring Demon Lord, especially if the opponent has found a helper. One Yuanying True Lord is already difficult to deal with, and now there are two Yuanying great monks.
The insurance that seemed like reassurance also made him feel uneasy.
I can't help but wonder whether I can get through the difficulties.
Master Xuansha fiercely threw all thoughts behind him and murmured: "If the disciple dies, we can recruit again. If the sect is gone, there will be nothing. Even if it is doomed, it is worth it as long as the master uncle can stop these two people."
“Worth it!”
A low roar rolled in his throat like a wild beast, and it seemed that he would rush out and tear the obstacles in front of him into pieces at the next moment. The slight wavering in his eyes turned into determination, just like the blazing demonic flames in front of him.
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The two Nascent Soul Lords I met in Xiaodongtian in the past were certainly Yuanying great monks, and their knowledge and cultivation were quite extraordinary, but they were old and did not have spiritual treasures with them.
Relying on Dongtian's suppression of strength, Tu Shanjun did not kill the two Nascent Soul Lords.
One escaped from the shell, and the other crashed into the soul flag and became the nourishment for the evil energy. When the Yuanying monk of the Blood Evil Sect was in front of him, even if he was of the same level, he could not kill him in a short time.
Perhaps seeing through the old man, True Lord Taiyi sent a message to Lord Tushan: "Why don't we take action together and quickly destroy the Blood Evil Sect? But..."
Two Nascent Soul Lords came to attack him, but it would be of no use to him no matter how capable the old man was of absorbing the lives of his disciples.
But this way, I always felt that it was not so pleasant. Because he felt this way, he did not take the lead. It would be better if he took the lead and let Tushanjun take revenge on his own.
Tu Shanjun obviously had no concern or thought in this regard. He rolled up the banner of Zunhun Banner again and said without any pretense: "Let's destroy the Blood Evil Sect as soon as possible to prevent long nights and nightmares."
"good!"
"My fellow Taoist, please protect me." Taiyi Zhenjun nodded happily, and the white tower in his hand turned into a high platform, and he immediately climbed up the high platform and took out the treasures one by one, which were wrapped around his side like phantoms.
The Lingbao long sword lay on the shoulder like a dragon. The sword shook gently, turning into more than a hundred real sword lights. It shook gently again, turning into tens of thousands of sharp edges, spliced into a steel stegosaurus.
Roaring into the sky.
Tu Shanjun did not hesitate, stepped up to the sky, and landed firmly on the Stegosaurus with his feet.
The hammer in his hand surged three feet under the stimulation of mana. The huge 'hammer' replaced the top corner of the sword dragon and went straight towards the blood evil sect master who was filled with demonic energy for a long time in mid-air.
"kill!!"
The Lingbao falls and kills like the top of a mountain.
clang!
The loud noise shook people's hearts with fear. The old man in ragged clothes who received the 'machine' also felt the muscles and bones in his palms trembling endlessly, and said: "It's such a heavy force!"
It was not that he had never encountered good monks in the world, but few could compete with this devil with red hair. The hammer was spinning more like a windmill.
It was covered with flags and cloth, but for a moment it was hard to tell which was virtual and which was real.
There are soldiers hidden in the flags, and evil ghosts and spirits fly out from time to time, scratching and biting, or roaring and roaring, gathering mist and corrosive gas, which completely makes the old man in ragged clothes feel very difficult to deal with.
Especially the sword dragon under the throne. The strangled sword energy enveloped him, and he had no time to use the magical powers that required Nian Jue and Seal. He could only rely on the Heavenly Demon Technique and the dragon spear in his hand to resist it.
"Drawing on demons."
The old man in ragged clothes condensed his magic power into his true meaning at the moment when his body-protecting power was shattered.
The infinite suction force rapidly expanded with the ruins of Qifeng and the large training ground as the center of the circle, but the most important true magical power was still concentrated on Tushanjun.
The disciples of the Blood Evil Sect who were escaping with their swords had their flesh and blood dissipated when the true intention struck. When they roared miserably, only white bones were left on their bodies. The remaining white bones were turned into dust and swept up into the sky.
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The Bone Dragon-Binding Spear smashed the protective shield, and with the true magical power that belonged to the old man in rags, he stopped Tu Shanjun's progress abruptly.
Tu Shanjun didn't panic at all, he lowered his body, turned his palm upward, and used his palm to make a fist: "Swallow the soul!"
boom.
The moment the fists and palms connected, the old man in ragged clothes suddenly flew backwards.
He was able to stabilize his figure by using the demonic energy around him. When he raised his hand, he saw that there was a sunken fist mark on his palm, and the gray mist was like a maggot attached to the bone.
The old man in ragged clothes was slightly startled. He felt that he was a little older, and his energy and energy were not as strong as before. Even if he absorbed most of the demonic energy of the Blood Evil Sect, it still could not make up for what he was missing.
"What is the true meaning of this supernatural power?"
"The true meaning that wants your life!" Tu Shanjun pulled out the hammer and turned his fist into a gun. The majestic coldness of the soul-devouring true meaning drove away all the light like a starry sky, leaving only the deepest darkness.
At the same time, Taiyi Zhenjun finally took out the refined spiritual treasure, and Baofeng rose up from the ground with the blessing of the giant sword. The giant sword pierced the clouds above, and it looked like it was half the size of a floating island hanging above.
"Taiyi Demon-Slaying Sword!" Taiyi Zhenjun grasped the magical power and looked very excited. He had not cast a spell for a long time, but it did not prevent these most familiar spells from spreading in his hands.
However, even as he was focusing on his expression, his consciousness inevitably slackened.
He saw a golden light shining in front of him.
Stinging eyes dodge.
"Sunlight?"
No, it's not sunlight at all, but Yang Yan!
Tu Shanjun, who was about to continue taking action, immediately returned to support Taiyi Zhenjun.
The soul-swallowing true meaning is attached to the palm of the hand, and the magic shield and the main body's Gangqi completely wrap it up.
boom!!!
A severed arm was thrown into the air and spun in several circles in mid-air.
Falling towards the bottom of the floating island with black and red blood.
Looking at Tushanjun who resisted the golden light, his shoulders were a mess of blood and flesh. The severe pain caused his face to twitch, and the fangs hidden in his mouth could not help but be exposed, staring at the person who had taken action secretly.
Although the injury was serious, he could not hide his palpitations and fear.
It's just a small chance that something will happen to True Lord Taiyi.
Once their bodies are penetrated by this golden light, it will be difficult for them to fight again. Without the support of magic power, the Zunhun Banner is just an ordinary spiritual treasure.
"Are you okay?"
Taiyi Zhenjun hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I'm fine."
"your hands……"
This chapter has been completed!