Suddenly.
Tu Shanjun fiercely threw the soul-honoring flag in his hand upward into the sky.
The soul flag burrowed into the clouds like a dragon and disappeared. At this time, the formation of hundreds of thousands of Yin gods had started, and the ghost kings from all directions were forming seals. The small flags in their hands turned into Zhang Xu and stood behind them.
"start!"
Hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers gathered around, and thousands of rampant generals followed.
Tushanjun, displaying his robes and hunting in the air, is like an emperor in the underworld, commanding thousands of troops and horses, and dispatching heavenly soldiers and generals.
Taiyi Zhenjun was beyond shocked.
Ordinary monks will indeed capture a lot of guardian gods to help them better perform magical powers that require long periods of chanting and twisting spells.
Just like his machine puppet, he is essentially a kind of protector god.
Of course, there are still many monks who are extremely confident in their own strength and feel that maintaining Dharma protectors consumes a lot of resources, so they will not maintain these Dharma protectors.
Most of the monks who can afford to support Dharma protectors are either rich or noble.
You must know that protecting the law not only requires strong cultivation, but also good physical martial arts.
Not to mention that there are not many living beings willing to be other people's protectors, but the system of magical powers and spiritual treasures are not something ordinary monks can afford.
But a scene like this.
The Yin gods all over the sky took action together, and the formation was integrated from the outside to the inside. Even the well-informed Taiyi Zhenjun widened his eyes in surprise. Maybe there are only those who can drive away gods and ghosts, and protect themselves with spirit monsters.
This can only be achieved by large sects.
Taiyi Zhenjun couldn't help but murmured: "I didn't expect that at this time, I could still obtain such a spiritual treasure. God has treated me well. It's a pity... it's a pity..."
With a virtual handshake, Tu Shanjun's black Taoist robe suddenly turned into a large system used in the ceremony, and ten illusory small flags behind his back slowly condensed into shape.
Yang Zongchen, who was trapped in the formation, sacrificed countless spiritual talismans, turned into flame flowers to defend him, and attracted the fire phoenix into his body, which made his aura rise to the late Nascent Soul stage. He was not afraid of these evil spirits gathered by Tu Shanjun.
Gods and evil spirits.
"With these useless cannon fodder, even if they form a big formation, I can still break it with my strength!" Yang Zongchen shouted, forming a ball with his hands in seals, and the protective ring wheel and the attacking sun wheel merged into one.
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"Thousand Wheels of Sun Fire."
The moment the two palms merged, the sun disc merged into one, transformed into thousands of phantoms, and attacked from all directions of the formation, from the sky and the earth.
The sun disk attached to the sun's flames pierced the black fog in front of it like the sharpest light in the world.
Every sun disk is real.
Although they cannot be compared with the complete body, they are far beyond the power of ordinary magic weapons. If they were ordinary formations, they would be broken by these thousands of rounds in an instant.
And with the blessing of Yang Zongchen's strength, monks of the same level are definitely no match for him.
At this time, Yang Zongchen had not yet used his true intention and the legal domain he used to press the bottom of the box.
The realm of the Yuanying monk will only become more terrifying.
Tu Shanjun, who was holding the soul flag in his hands, said solemnly: "As expected of the Yuanying monk of the Tianyang Divine Sect in the Eastern Wilderness, he is indeed as powerful as the rumors say."
Speaking of this, he remembered what Old Monster Jing had told him about his experiences in the Eastern Wilderness.
It is true that Mr. Jing deceived him in the end, but the inheritance and knowledge given to him by those professors were not adulterated in the slightest. Because of this, Tu Shanjun was able to handle the battle with the monks of the Tianyang Shen Sect with ease.
"What!" Yang Zongchen looked shocked. His Yanghuo Qianlun only broke through the black fog and stopped the wind in the formation. Even the opening that had just been opened was restored in an instant, which was not enough for him to escape.
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Tushanjun pulled out the small flag from his back and threw it towards the sky.
"cut!"
As Xiaoban entered the formation, the mist started to blow, and countless sword-like auras penetrated everywhere. Yang Zongchen, who was deeply trapped in the formation, propped up his body-protecting magic weapon and burst into pure golden light.
However, what made him unbelievable was that his body-protecting magic weapon was instead chopped into pieces by tangible instruments, axes, axes, hooks and forks, swords, guns, swords, bells, stele, coffins, etc. Even the brilliance blooming from his body flickered.
"This...!" Yang Zongchen was shocked.
"Destroy!"
When the second flag was thrown out, the gray mist flooded him like a huge tide.
The mist was like maggots attached to his bones, burrowing into his flesh, blood, meridians, and Dantian. When he saw the Nascent Soul in his Dantian, it swarmed him as if he was looking for a target.
The Nascent Soul, which was originally full of spirituality, seemed to have no resistance. The golden light was covered, and the whole body was cast into a layer of darkness. The original spirituality also seemed to be blocked and imprisoned.
"decline!"
The third small flag.
Yang Zongchen was surprised to find that he was out of breath.
There were stains on the robes on his body, and his body, which was originally like pure glass, became turbid, and he felt like he was sweating profusely just by using his magic power and resisting the sun.
"Hey." Yang Zongchen raised his head and shouted.
The Nine-Yang Crown on his head immediately shattered, and his golden hair danced wildly, but a large area of it withered, and the golden hair turned white, and then withered like an octogenarian.
There was also an unspeakable stench emanating from his body.
Yang Zongchen activated his magic power, and the stench became much lighter. Even the signs of decay on his body were rapidly weakening. An inconsistent look of panic finally appeared in his eyes.
This formation is not just a piece of paper at all, but actually possesses extraordinary power.
He looked up at the center of the formation, where Tu Shanjun was. If he wanted to leave the formation, he would have to attack the center of the formation and take the opportunity to escape.
Otherwise, if he continues to fight against the big formation, he will probably be tortured to death in this killing formation.
"The sun is shining five times."
"Fire Phoenix."
"Feng Tian's intention."
"exhaust!"
Tu Shanjun once again activated the formation with his weird dance and threw the fourth small flag.
The fourth small flag sank directly into Yang Zongchen's body, no matter how hard he tried to stop it, it was as if that thing didn't really exist at all, nor was it a spiritual attack.
Yang Zongchen, who was about to activate his magic power, found that his magic power was greatly evaporated, his meridians were withered, and his energy and blood were exhausted. This scene reminded him of the time when he broke through the Nascent Soul with the peak of the golden elixir, and faced the catastrophe.
in this way.
His body stooped unconsciously, his dry skin clinging to his bones, and he was panting every time he moved, like a dying old man.
Except for his own spiritual treasure and fire phoenix, which are still protecting his body, everything else has disappeared.
What's even more frightening is that his skin has brown spots of different sizes, which exude a strong odor.
Taiyi Zhenjun was stunned. It turned out that what Tu Shanjun said about refining the Blood Evil Sect alive was not lies and murderous intentions at all, but the grand formation he had set up was really what he said.
Moreover, the fourth small flag has just been pulled out.
On Tushanjun's back, there are still six small flags that have not been used.
He had already suppressed the monks in the middle Nascent Soul stage of the Tianyang Shen Sect with only four strokes. If he had used all of them, wouldn't it be..." Taiyi Zhenjun shook his head and shook the unrealistic thoughts out of his mind.
In the past, there were not enough ghost kings in the Soul Banner, so less power was used. The three poles used were also of the three more powerful types, namely "Wind, Fire and Thunder".
Now that the Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions can be replaced in rotation and have sufficient mana support, how could Tu Shanjun not use other magical powers of the Killing Formation. Just using wind, fire and thunder may not be able to suppress Yang Zongchen.
Pull the fifth pole and small flag.
"die!"
A cold and dignified voice sounded.
Tushanjun threw out the small flag in his hand.
The small flag passed over the protective sun disk and sank into Yang Zongchen's eyebrows. Yang Zongchen, who was still able to perform spells, suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body filled with deathly aura, and even his body showed no signs of life.
"Kill?" Taiyi Zhenjun was still in shock and had not recovered.
He did not expect that a genius from the Tianyang Divine Sect would fall into the hands of Tu Shanjun. Tu Shanjun was just a weapon spirit at best, and if he said this, he would not cause an uproar in the spiritual world.
Tu Shanjun, who looked solemn, shook his head and said: "Not yet, the Tianyang Divine Sect also has a secret technique that can survive death and return from nirvana like a fire phoenix, and simulate such magical techniques..."
"I didn't expect Zi Daoxu to tell you such a secret." A voice interrupted Tu Shanjun's words.
The two of them looked at the sound.
The lifeless Yang Zongchen sitting cross-legged in the middle of the formation swept away the haze from his body. Not only did his aura become stronger, but even the various strange images that had been added to him by the formation quickly faded away.
Tu Shanjun looked calm.
He didn't know it from Zi Daoxu, there was someone else who told him the knowledge of Tianyang Shenzong.
However, he did not say anything more or explain in words that even if Yang Zongchen paid the price to use the secret technique, Yang Zongchen would die in the formation as long as the formation was not destroyed.
"You can force me, Yang Zongchen, into such a situation and use all the two great magical powers and secret arts of our Shen Sect. You are indeed very powerful. Don't you know the title of Friend?" Yang Zongchen's expression was full of seriousness and solemnity.
If it were an ordinary monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, he would be able to fight with them, but he is at a natural disadvantage in the large formation. If he continues to fight with them in the formation, he will only be killed by the formation and slowly be tempered to death.
Without saying a word, Tushanjun pulled out three small flags from his back.
"Your mother!" Yang Zongchen yelled.
Just now, one shot after another had tortured him into a human shape. Now that three shots were gathered together, he didn't care about anything else. The first priority was to save his life.
"Make me wind, fire and thunder!"
"rise."
"Bone-eating wind."
"Dantian Yin Fire."
"Water is dirty and thunderous."
"The three yins, filth, wind, fire and thunder enter the body."
Three poles and small flags differentiate the three talents.
A howling wind arose.
This wind not only scrapes flesh and blood, but also burrows into human bones like a living creature.
Not only did Yang Zongchen's body-protecting method fail to protect him from the evil wind, it was useless and allowed the evil wind to enter his body, scraping away his flesh and blood and revealing the dense white bones inside.
At this time, the nameless fire burned in Dantian, rushing straight from Jiuyou to Zifu, and all the mana was turned into fuel to support the fire.
Thunderclouds rolled in the sky.
Black thunder meanders and flickers in it.
The Yin gods standing on the cloud heads all over the sky collectively used their magic techniques to condense the sky. The mighty momentum was like a blue sea and the blue sky rising with wild waves, the sky was like a sea of clouds, and they roared and slapped the case!
At this time, there were only two small flags on Tushanjun's back, one on the left and one on the right.
He crossed his hands and pulled out the two small flags behind his back. Just as he was about to let go, he heard bursts of thunder coming from outside the formation, and the mighty sound condensed into a sword light: "Zunhun Zhenjun, wait a moment, please listen to my words!"
This chapter has been completed!