The old man in ragged clothes finally laughed.
He gripped the Bone Dragon-Binding Spear tightly and injected his magic power into it. The cracks on the Lingbao no longer spread, but shrank a lot. Unfortunately, there were still cracks.
The old man sighed slightly. In order to buy so much time, the damage caused was really unacceptable. But fortunately, his magical power was already established. Under the cover of his true intention and magical power, his power would only become stronger.
Immediately he looked at Tu Shanjun, grinned and said: "Boy, the devil's heart has been drawn to heaven, and I am invincible to the Blood Evil Sect. I just surrendered and captured you. Maybe I am in a good mood, old man, and I can spare your reincarnation!"
Tu Shanjun silently raised the soul-honoring flag in his hand.
The flags suddenly opened up.
Hunting in the strong wind.
He murmured softly: "I don't know whether you absorb the demonic energy faster or I kill faster!"
The old man snorted coldly. The influx of demonic energy made him feel as if he had returned to his peak. Both his magical power and physical energy and blood were rising rapidly. Perhaps he had already surpassed his former self.
Therefore, he is not in a hurry. The longer time passes, the stronger he will become.
"Reincarnation?"
"I have been a lonely ghost in this world for a long time, how can I reincarnate again? And the initiator of all this..." He raised his eyes, and the fierce and cold eyes covered everyone in the Blood Evil Sect.
It was a fierce consciousness filled with supreme murderous intent.
Turning his wrist, Tu Shanjun said softly: "I have forgotten how long it has been since I used my full strength."
"The support of mana is never enough."
"Fortunately, I can use all my power this time!"
"It is indeed a good thing to cooperate with Zhenjun Taiyi." After the words fell, Tu Shanjun waved his soul flag.
Thousands of evil spirits rushed out in all directions like tigers escaping from their cages. If you were watching from the ground, you might think they were black clouds covering the sky and the sun, swallowing up all the light as they escaped.
Even the old man in ragged clothes was startled. He stared blankly at the overwhelming black clouds. Among them were hundreds of thousands of evil spirits, including golden elixirs and foundations, which were more powerful than the backbone of the Blood Evil Sect.
huge.
It is not well known that people usually gather in the soul flags.
When it is released this time, it really summons the stars and ghosts, and makes people feel cold when the mountains are full of ghosts.
The old demon in the corner, with green face and fangs, sternly holding a flag, has a dark look in his eyes.
He opened his arms.
Like a ghost king giving orders, he roared loudly and screamed: "Kill!"
The evil spirits released by Tushanjun also quickly rushed into the thirty-two peaks and twenty-one floating islands of the Xuesha Sect.
The demon who had been hiding earlier shuddered and wished he could dig a hole to hide his own. However, it still underestimated the old demon. The murderous ferocity of the old demon was simply unheard of.
This thunderous method did not give the old man any way to survive.
…
fog.
Heavy fog.
It was clearly noon, but the fog was so gloomy that it dripped water. Unlike the tentacle-like black demonic energy, these fogs seemed to be integrated, with nothing separating them at all.
The voices of the senior brothers and sisters just now were still in his ears, but now there was only silence. Suddenly, a sound broke through the air, and a beautiful figure passed by him, and he could even smell the smell that was brought by it.
The aroma of rouge light powder.
When he opened his eyes wide, the figure had already rushed out of the door and used the magic weapon in his hand to tear open a hole.
Through the light, he could see clearly that the person was Senior Sister Du from the inner sect.
Senior Sister Du is very good-looking, with willow eyebrows, and a plump figure like that of a water snake, with swaying lotus steps. Every time he sees Senior Sister Du, he feels that his heartbeat is beating faster, and fire is pouring out of his Dantian.
By the way, Senior Sister Du also has a mole next to her nose.
It just decorated her appearance, just like the one in front of her... He opened his eyes wide and screamed in horror. In front of him was a head, a beautiful head, staring at him with his eyes open.
He quickly covered his mouth. He had already spotted the figure in the mist that had beheaded Senior Sister Du. The figure's back was broad and broad. When he looked up, he saw the godless eyes flashing with a faint fierce light.
This was his last remaining memory. As for what it would be like after death, he didn't know. He only felt that it was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see, hear, or feel...
Until he was pulled out of Hei Gulongdong's mouth by ghost hands.
He saw the evil ghosts that pierced through and covered the entire sect. They were like tides running out of the thick fog, but they were converging towards one place.
That seems to be the place where the fog is the deepest.
He saw the senior brothers and sisters he knew, some were confused, and some were still awake with their souls, just like him.
And those senior brothers and sisters who are above Foundation Establishment are rarely chaotic, except for those who are infiltrated by demonic energy.
Most of them were caught in the hands of the evil ghost, or chained to the shoulders and dragged to the ground. The chains formed by black silk threads penetrated the body, as if they had grown into the flesh, and they could not break free at all.
In the deepest part of the fog, countless evil ghosts solemnly handed over their locked souls and ghosts. They were no longer wild beasts escaping from their cages without any rules, but more like well-trained elites.
The armored soldiers advance and retreat in a well-organized manner, and the formation is formed.
In the place where the ghosts were guarding him, he saw a figure holding a small black and red flag. He shook the small flag in his hand and absorbed the souls and ghosts in it. The figure shaking the small flag was clearly the master of Jindan.
In fact, what he didn't know was that there were nine other places like this place.
They didn't know that they were actually already trapped in the killing array arranged by the Ghost King above. He struggled to get up, but the shackles on his shoulders were particularly heavy, weighing him down so that he couldn't move, so he could only look up and look up.
"Blood Evil Sect, it's over!"
He cried loudly, and could only let the golden elixir master Yin Shen pull him through the chain. Then, the golden elixir evil ghost threw him into the spinning little flag, and there was no more life.
Come.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"Help."
"ah!"
"..."
No matter how free and easy they are, or how ruthless they are, when facing such evil spirits who are unable to resist at all, they can still only expose their weakness, let alone die silently.
Standing in the sky, Master Xuansha seemed to be stunned, his arms trembled slightly, and the aura of the top-quality magic weapon, the man-killing ax, flickered on and off.
He had already ordered resistance.
However, due to the divine channel technique of these two Nascent Soul monks, not to mention the disciples, even the Jindan elders can only dodge in a hurry, otherwise they will be attracted by the demonic energy, or be chased by the Jindan level Yin Shen evil ghosts.
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Each of the Jindan Yinshen released by the Zunhun Banner is an existence that can stand alone.
The Heavenly Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect, the Earth Corpse, the Heavenly Ghost King of the Netherworld, Chi Xuan, the Savior Master of the Xianghuo Cave, Ding Xie of the Wanfa Sect, the three tiger souls integrated with the Corpse Demon Sect, Heifeng, Blood Chanting, and the Three Body of the Blood Demon Sect.
Demons and ghosts, the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain, the monk Juefa of the White Bone Temple who broke the precepts, the Golden Pill of Juting Lake, the Golden Pill of Chiwu Sect, the Golden Pill of Rakshasa Void, the digital masters of Lingmo Sect, the master Yu Xiuchuan, and other sects exchanged them
The Yin Shen of the Golden Pill, the Grand Master of the Golden Pill obtained from the Jubao Tower...
Even Master Xuan Sha, who is protected by the best magic weapon, dare not fall into it. There are five or six peak masters alone. These golden elixirs can tear him into pieces without the help of magic weapons or spiritual treasures at all.
One goes down and the other goes up.
The old man in ragged clothes was horrified to find that his breath was rising extremely slowly.
The aura of the top-horned ghost king holding the soul flag was rising rapidly, and in an instant he had surpassed him, the ancestor of the Blood Evil Sect who was using magic skills.
…
"It's bitter!" Taiyi Zhenjun, who was fighting against Yang Zongchen, laughed bitterly.
More than 20% of his magic power has just disappeared, which is an extremely terrifying figure. The exercises he practiced are the most core Taoist exercises in the sect's inheritance.
Even though he is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, his magical power far exceeds that of monks of the same level. Ordinary Nascent Souls have about two or three, and together they can be compared with him.
It is this kind of cultivation that makes me feel even more surprised.
The visor rotated and he put an elixir into his mouth, which immediately turned into pure mana to replenish it. Taiyi Zhenjun was fortunate that the extraction of mana there had stabilized, otherwise he would have to swallow the elixir again.
"How many Yin gods and evil ghosts are there in that soul flag?" This is obviously not the time to think about this. Yang Zongchen's fire phoenix wheel is both offensive and defensive, and it is even more perfect when paired with the Yangyan fire phoenix.
"Buzz!"
Sunrise raid.
Taiyi Zhenjun combined his hands, and his white armor suddenly formed the shape of a shield. He resisted the attack of the spiritual treasure. The six edges under his feet turned into a lotus platform. Taiyi Zhenjun took advantage of the situation and sat cross-legged. With a flip of his hand, the dogs escaped from the lotus platform.
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Yang Zongchen's complexion changed slightly.
Those are not dogs at all but agency puppets.
He used the sun wheel to smash several of them, but those broken arms were put back together after being collected by Liuhe Prism, just like he could repair the puppets in a short time.
"Why are you so difficult to deal with!" Yang Zongchen cursed secretly.
In the past, it was not so difficult to fight against the geniuses of the same generation in the Eastern Wilderness Realm.
He didn't dare to actually touch it and fight up close.
The white-robed True Monarch has a precious mirror on his head, wears soft armor, rings a bell to shock the soul, and is assisted by a group of puppets who are not afraid of death. The Liuhe Prism is like a treasure bag, and new spiritual treasures are taken out from time to time.
At this moment, Kung Fu had already taken out four spiritual treasures.
Thinking that he, a leader of his generation from Tianyang Shenzong, only owned two spiritual treasures, how could this person have so many? What is even more strange is where did he get so much mana to activate these spiritual treasures.
In fact, Yang Zongchen made a miscalculation. Counting the Sovereign Soul Banner, Taiyi Zhenjun was actually driving five spiritual treasures, especially the Sovereign Soul Banner also released all the evil ghosts, which was another huge consumption of mana.
"Who are you?! A disciple of which big sect in the Eastern Wilderness?" Yang Zongchen recalled the sun wheel. The outer circle circled the surroundings, and the inner circle sun disk protected the body. While resisting the puppet wild dogs, he asked Taiyi Zhen
Jun.
"Ancient Shen Sect?"
"Great Galaxy Palace?"
"..."
"Red Flame Divine Phoenix Sect?"
"No, your spell aura is very different from theirs. There are many sects and families in the Eastern Wasteland, but none of them have an aura like yours."
"Who are you on earth, and how did you acquire this secret skill of puppet manipulation, and how did you acquire the spiritual treasure and powerful mana?"
"Are you a monk from another realm?"
Taiyi Zhenjun said nothing and just controlled the wild dog puppet with his spiritual consciousness. The treasure mirror above his head shone on Yang Zongchen, and the copper bell in his hand floated beside him under the blessing of magic power, releasing a faint sound wave.
"Wow, who are you?"
"Hide your head and show your tail, don't you even dare to admit the inheritance of the exercises you have practiced, and dare not tell others?"
"Are you ashamed to admit it, or are you afraid of something?"
"That's right, even if you tell me about the inheritance of pickled fish, I don't know about it." Yang Zongchen laughed loudly and pushed Yang Yan to the extreme, sarcastically and mockingly.
Taiyi Zhenjun's face was gloomy and terrifying. His inheritance did not allow others to insult him like this. He said in a deep voice: "I, Taiyi Zhenjun, are the direct descendants of Taiyi Shengxian Sect!"
"Taiyi Shengxian Sect?"
"You have such an arrogant tone, you dare to give such a name. But it is indeed a nameless sect that I have never heard of before, and it is not worth mentioning at all." Yang Zongchen said pretending to be relaxed, but his eyes were extremely serious.
Taiyi Zhenjun squinted his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, I will beat you to death with the inheritance of the 'Unknown Little Sect' in a while!"
This chapter has been completed!