The pressure was overwhelming, and the Qi was like a dark cloud, turning into a big hand and clenching it with his hands, as if trying to force back True Lord Taiyi and the red-haired monk standing next to True Lord Taiyi.
True Lord Jin Ao also has such strength.
The inspiration in the later stage of Nascent Soul is like a great river pouring down from the sky, turning the world upside down.
Tu Shanjun took a step forward, blocking Taiyi Zhenjun behind him and turned sideways half a step away. The old ape in the sea of consciousness slowly stood up and crossed his fist in front of him. The ripples were as motionless as a mountain in the waves.
The magnificent scarlet eyes jumped to the eye sockets and stared at Jin Ao Zhenjun, and his body seemed to be starting to gain momentum at this moment.
"Fellow Taoist, it seems that there is some misunderstanding. Yuanshan Island is located in Pengyuan Continent, far away from the land of Jin'ao. How can it be regarded as the True Lord's territory?"
Taiyi Zhenjun changed the subject and said with a smile: "However, our fellow apprentices are new here after all, and we may have done something wrong. If Zhenjun has any advice, please let me know."
"Hahaha."
"I don't take it seriously, but Yuanshan Island is my territory after all and I can't hand it over to you for free. How about this? I think Pengyuan Land is quite barren, so I will exchange it with you for Jin'ao Land."
"I will take back Yuanshan Island."
"What do you think, fellow Taoist?" Jin Ao Zhenjun laughed.
Then, he cast his far-reaching gaze at Taiyi Sect, which was shrouded in a large formation in the distance. A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to be showing off a huge favor during the conversation with Taiyi.
Taiyi Zhenjun lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face.
It turned out that he had the idea of his fourth-level top-quality spiritual veins and fifth-level formation. Apart from a name similar to his, Jin'ao Land didn't have much industry at all.
Jin Ao Zhenjun is a monk in the water, and his restored palaces and extensive industries are also underwater. Exchanging an open space for his fourth-level top-quality spiritual veins and fifth-level Tianyifenshen Formation is tantamount to empty gloves.
White wolf.
Not to mention, he also wants to get involved in his Taiyi Sect.
Doesn't this damn beast know how much he has paid for the sect?
When he suddenly raised his head, some fierceness was hidden in Zhenjun Taiyi's eyes.
If you want to touch Taiyi Sect, you will kill him, so there is no need to say anything more.
His face became colder, and even his voice became more serious: "Fellow Taoist, don't bully others too much. Just because we brothers don't want to go to war doesn't mean that we don't dare to do it."
"Fellow Taoists, don't let others treat you as spearmen just because of some benefits. Compared with them, we are the best choice for allies."
Zhenjun Jin Ao looked at Zhenjun Taiyi, and said with a smile: "You are a monk who has just broken through the Nascent Soul?" He suddenly said: "By the way, you were the one who survived the tribulation in the Sea of Ghost Souls last time, right?"
Surprise and greed flashed through his eyes: "I didn't expect you to have so many good things. I should have kept you at that time."
"You can not."
"Do we still need to rely on him?" Jin Ao Zhenjun said, pointing to the monk with red hair at the top of the black robe, and commented: "The cultivation level of the middle Yuan Ying is considered to be a person, but in this seat,
There is still not enough to see in front of me.”
Tu Shanjun still had the same calm look. He just took out the Zunhun Banner and held it in his palm. His scarlet eyes did not show any anger at all. Instead, he glanced at Jin Ao Zhenjun with interest.
He was too lazy to say anything to this True Lord Jin Ao.
Secretly thinking about what method to use.
This battle is inevitable.
Not to mention the interference of Tianpeng Sect and Kunyun Sect, it is obvious that Jin Ao Zhenjun also regards the two of them as soft persimmons to pick and choose. The ghost sea is not small, but the resources will not be easily distributed to them.
This requires finding someone to establish authority.
Only with big fists can you avoid trouble, otherwise it will be endless.
The only thing that needs to be worried about is whether Taiyi Zhenjun's magic power is enough. After thinking about this, Tu Shanjun's eyes drifted to Taiyi Zhenjun not far away. When he got a positive answer, he immediately laughed.
He walked towards Jin Ao Zhenjun as if he were strolling in the courtyard, raised his hands and said, "I didn't hear clearly what fellow Taoist just said. Can you repeat it?"
Jin Ao Zhenjun said impatiently: "Are you deaf? I told you to hand over..."
Instantly.
A body that was more than eight feet tall was already close to him, but the man did not hold up a protective magic weapon, and there was no trace of murderous intention or ferocious aura. It seemed like he was just having an ordinary conversation.
True Lord Jin Ao was on guard and at the same time relieved in his heart. Although he was a late Great True Lord, his tribe was not naturally good at attacking and fighting. It was better not to fight against others if possible.
He felt that these two people were very aware of current affairs, but he could not help but despise such "aware of current affairs" in his heart.
Jin'ao Zhenjun's originally slightly relaxed expression changed dramatically. He looked up and saw the eight-foot-long monk raising an unknown weapon and striking him with great force.
this moment.
Murderous intent and ferocity suddenly exploded.
Malice rushes into the soul like a ghost!
Jin Ao Zhenjun felt a chill in his back rush to his head, and the emotion in his heart turned into a rage, and he shouted: "How dare you do it!" He thought that the other party was going to give in, but he didn't expect that he wanted to get close to him.
Its power was so strong and so fast that he, the Great True Lord, was frightened. However, he did not pay attention to the offensive of the mid-stage Nascent Soul monks. As he raised his arms, square-edged and round shields appeared in his arms.
A smile appeared on the corner of the mouth.
These two round shields were taken from his back shell and were refined into spiritual treasures by experts and stored in his Dantian. After so many years, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are part of his body. Even monks of the same level cannot think of breaking them.
Open shield defense.
However, what he didn't expect was that the long weapon that was chopped down stopped not far away from him. Only when he looked closer did he realize that it was a treasured soul flag, which was as much a spiritual treasure as the double shields in his hands.
"Buzz!"
The fog covers the sky and covers up the sunset in the distance.
…
Everyone in Taiyi Sect has long been aware of the vibration of mana. The aftermath of this explosion is not far from their Taiyi Sect, probably on the east coast. Now that the two ancestors are not in the sect, then...
"what to do."
"What words can the ancestor leave behind?"
Xu Zhao stared at the east coast with a serious expression. Judging from the pressure fluctuations in the attack, it was probably the ancestor, but he didn't know who the ancestor was fighting against.
"Is there a famous Nascent Soul Lord in the Ghost Sea?"
"It is said that there is a True Lord Jin Ao, whose cultivation is astonishing to the heavens and the earth. There are countless people under his command who practice demon cultivation, and there are many who have advanced cultivation."
"I remember there was also a whale king."
"There are no monks like our ancestors left, but there are still a few great masters at the peak of the Golden Core who are quite active."
Zhang Dezi sighed worriedly: "I hope I won't run into Zhenjun Jin'ao. It is said that that person's cultivation is so powerful that even the Kunyun Sect would settle for second best in terms of belonging to the sea of flowers."
Let’s start a war.”
"Hehe." Sharp laughter rang in everyone's ears.
Everyone was suddenly startled and looked around quickly to see a figure in black robes laughing hoarsely. He ignored the monks' attention and just looked towards the sky in the distance.
Qian Fei bravely walked over, raised his hands and asked, "Does the elder have a different opinion?"
The demon in black robe curled his lips: "You don't understand the old demon... Ancestor, even Zhenjun Jin'ao can't get any benefits from him. Stop worrying about things in vain and quickly organize people to reclaim the wasteland."
The devil looked impatient, thinking that the devil who had given birth to wisdom in a dignified manner would actually act as an escort overseer. The thought of this made him feel hateful.
…
The person holding the soul flag held a seal and stopped in mid-air.
"Mysterious!" Jin Ao Zhenjun snorted and suddenly approached the monk in the corner. It was too late to beg for mercy. Since these two people didn't know good and bad, let him snatch the treasure himself.
"Keng!"
Weapons clash.
It exploded like ripples and galaxies.
The fluctuations and coercion generated by the actions of the two Nascent Soul Lords even set off turbulent waves on the sea. They seemed not to realize what impact they would have on the sea and the creatures on the earth.
Taiyi Zhenjun made seals with both hands, and ordered the talismans to form a circle of light, blocking all the aftermath of the two people's explosion. He looked back at Peng Yuan Land, and then turned back to the battlefield again.
True Lord Jin Ao may not care about Pengyuan Earth, but he cannot ignore it.
Jin Ao Zhenjun, who was originally confident of victory and looked proud, retreated a hundred feet under the force of the counterattack before he could stop. He raised his double shields, and there was no trace of them, but his hands trembled slightly.
Tu Shanjun also flew out upside down, and quickly stopped in mid-air. The banner of the Zunhun Banner had already wrapped around the main pole. The evil ghost at the front gathered its sharp claws and curled up with its body, and its head was drooped like a hammer.
The skin of the palm holding the soul flag was torn apart, and the entire arm was damaged along with it, and the broken muscles and bones were twisted and twisted. However, Tushanjun did not have the slightest worry or gloom, and instead showed a smile.
Laughing loudly.
This long-lost pleasure made him extremely happy.
The black and red aura of the soul flag surged in, and his damaged arm and palm quickly returned to normal, and the twisted flesh and blood were sorted out and woven into orderly attachments to the bones.
Zhenjun Jin'ao looked solemn, staring at Tushanjun's rapidly recovering body, and couldn't help but say: "I underestimated you for some of your abilities, but don't be happy too early. With this way of exchanging injuries for injuries, you
How long can it last?"
"I am in the late Nascent Soul stage!"
Tu Shanjun looked sideways and said calmly: "Don't get me wrong, what I'm happy about is not repelling your attack."
Open your left hand, place your index finger on your middle finger, and place your thumb on your ring finger.
Condensed into a seal of magical power.
"Edict!"
At this time, the sky and the earth turned into a vast gray mist, and the large ritual system on Tushanjun's body made a sound, but his back was blank, and the ten small flags originally placed there had long since disappeared.
"This is... a formation?"
"When?" Jin Ao Zhenjun's child's hole narrowed slightly.
The original person's eyes also turned into golden vertical eyes, and the black needle-like eyes changed drastically. He suddenly remembered the person's initial pause when he got close. It turned out that it was not to slow down, but to arrange a formation.
"Come into my formation."
"Cutting down the five senses and six consciousnesses, cutting off the brilliance of the golden elixir, destroying the soul of the Yuanying, destroying the breath of living beings...the body is corroded by evil spirits." The soul banner sealed with Tu Shanjun's hands turned into a command system to command thousands of evil ghosts.
Among the clouds, the ghost kings of the ten directions formed spells.
The light of the great formation rose into the sky, completely darkening the sky here, as if a catastrophe had come to the world.
There were faintly visible figures running around.
The flags of thousands of troops roared in this black formation.
As soon as the flag was sounded, one could see the vast dark clouds riding in the mist, standing on top of the clouds, waiting for something. The clouds were like mountains, and also like huge waves.
Today's Ghost King of the Ten Directions has become completely new.
The two newly added Yuan Ying Yin gods each take charge of one side.
The nearly thirty golden elixir yin gods obtained after the destruction of the Blood Evil Sect also replaced the original ghost kings, and there were as many as seven at the peak of the golden elixir alone.
Beat the drums to cheer.
The wind howls furiously.
The Sovereign Soul Flag penetrated into the clouds above like a dragon. At this moment, the black mist slowly receded. Standing on the upper and lower layers of clouds were countless ghosts, thousands of rampant generals, and ghost kings from all directions, surrounding True Lord Jin Ao.
True Lord Jin Ao's eyes widened and he took half a step back, unable to hide his shock.
He couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Is this really the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"
Lord Tushan held the soul flag in his hands and said softly: "It's so gratifying to be able to use power without any scruples." His eyes then focused on True Lord Jin Ao: "Please see the current Ghost King of the Ten Directions.
Let’s go to the killing array.”
The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Tianyang Shen Sect could not endure it. I wonder if the Jin Ao Zhenjun in the late Nascent Soul Sect could endure it.
This chapter has been completed!