"Junior brother, I need some time."
The golden dragon ball instantly shattered the red and black body-protecting aura, and Taiyi Zhenjun did not dare to use the main pole of the Soul Banner to block it.
Millions of yin gods cannot gather together, and the ghost kings of the ten directions cannot stop the attack of this Taoist weapon.
What's more, the person who controls the Dao soldiers is the Venerable.
"Don't worry about time, you can kill me even if you want to. How can we kill him in this situation!" Tu Shanjun blocked Taiyi's body and had no time to use any defensive techniques. He could only use his body as a shield.
"My last resort..."
Tu Shanjun gritted his teeth to fight against Dragon Ball.
However, the power of the Taoist soldiers cannot be competed by the mortal body. Even though Tushanjun's body is the condensed pure evil spirit of heaven and earth, which is stronger than the body-refining monks, facing the Taoist soldiers is still like a paper lake, and can only withstand the moment.
At this point, the dragon ball was fired like a sword ball, shattering Tushanjun's arm in an instant, leaving a large lake of flesh and blood, the dense white bones were poked open, and the fingers and nails were twisted and piled up into a ball of rotten flesh.
As the saying goes, ten fingers connect to the heart.
The sudden pain caused Tushanjun's hideous face to distort.
Millions of yin gods are needed to stabilize the formation, and Tu Shanjun cannot activate the magical power of the ghost king's reincarnation. Even if the ghost king's reincarnation brings his cultivation to the peak level, the dragon ancestor will still let his yang gods escape without the constraints of the large formation.
This is why Lord Tushan even gave the Zunhun Banner to Taiyi.
It is true that he has no means to kill the Venerable.
Thousands of Taoist techniques are no match for supernatural powers.
Using it is just a waste of Taiyi's mana.
But Tu Shanjun is confident in this last method.
"No, it's not enough to kill Lord Donghai at this time."
Taiyi's expression changed slightly, he naturally knew what the last method Tu Shanjun said was.
Not to mention that Lord Donghai still has the strength to fight, even if he is dragged into the Soul Banner to recite sutras, he might be able to destroy the Soul Banner from the inside. He must ensure that nothing goes wrong, otherwise not only will he not be able to kill anyone this time, but even the Soul Banner will be destroyed.
destroy.
"You can only use the methods of your ancestors." Taiyi sighed, regret flashing in his eyes. With this trump card revealed, the sect's foundation he carried would be depleted, and the peace of mind in his heart would also disappear with this trump card.
.
"good!"
"Spirit demon, endure death."
Tu Shanjun roared and activated his death-bearing magical power.
At this moment, the dragon ball had penetrated half of his head.
Half of the ghost's face was lifeless, and the smaller half of the face disappeared. The long black and purple horns on the top of the head and a large piece of scalp were crushed by the dragon ball. The teeth flew out, and half of the fangs were deep into the bone.
"It's a pity that this kind of weapon spirit was humiliated in your hands." The ancestor of Jiaolong naturally sighed.
This kind of weapon that can be cultivated and promoted is rare in the spiritual world, and even the venerable gods do not have it. If it were released, it would be a bloody storm, and it is possible that even the saints who refine the void would fight for it.
Each of these treasures is something that can be asked about everywhere.
Even if someone has already taken control of it, the Jiaolong Ancestor still wants to fight for it. Anyway, as long as the treasure is not destroyed, the weapon spirit can slowly recover, enough to become the heritage of the clan, help the Jiaolong Clan in their battles, and be passed down for thousands of generations.
The big hand opened, and the Yin Qi gathered. Tu Shanjun's eyes were darkened, and the whites of his once scarlet eyes were completely suppressed.
His expression was indifferent.
His eyes were stern but without any emotion.
The Yin God in the Burning Sea of Consciousness brought tremendous power to Tushanjun, pushing his power to its peak. He was holding the shining golden dragon ball in his hand.
The other arm quickly returned to its original shape and slapped the Ancestor Jiaolong hard.
Ancestor Jiaolong turned his hand and palmed Tu Shanjun. He was surprised and said at the same time: "Burn the soul and become a demon to increase your strength. Are you so impatient to disappear?"
Seeing the one-horned Yin spirit regain its appearance, its eyes completely turned into darkness, leaving only indifference, powerful force, and a kind of obsessed obsession, then he became furious: "Then I will help you!"
The art of breaking love.
Endure death.
Burning God.
Possessed.
Tu Shanjun really has no choice. He has never been so powerless in all these years.
It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he was no match for the old cultivator in front of him.
The true meaning surrounds the body, and the second level of swallowing the sky and the earth resists the influence of the magical power. With the help of the large formation, the energy cannot be drawn out, but it cannot speed up.
Just as the old cultivator said, he will definitely be able to kill Taiyi before the formation can refine him to death.
Tu Shanjun could only hope that the combat power he gained by burning a switch could delay Taiyi for a few breaths.
Not much, just a few breaths is enough.
The elixir is not enough to allow him to cross such a natural chasm.
He does not have a powerful elixir. The elixirs that are usually refined are at best used for practice and recovery of mana, repairing vitality and foundation. Similar to elixirs that can multiply the power by taking one pill, he has never refined it.
Talisman is not as good as magic.
Tu Shanjun can only develop talismans of the first level of Nascent Soul at most, which is fine at the same level. To deal with high-level monks, there is not much difference between a stack of talismans and waste paper.
The two most relied upon methods have no effect.
We can only rely on large formations.
The power brought by the legal domain and the grand formation is not enough to change the situation instantly.
There is no random explosion.
There is no inexplicable power.
Without the idealistic awakening of friendship, family affection, love, etc., he just pushed everything to the extreme, died, burned his soul, and turned all his emotions into the material for being possessed.
"kill!"
A low and hoarse voice came out of the fang mouth.
The purple-black child's hole firmly locked onto Ancestor Jiaolong. Tu Shanjun took action boldly, and with his true intention wrapped in his body, he rushed in front of Ancestor Jiaolong. His punches were like rain, and the wind and thunder shook.
Ancestor Jiaolong fought with him and immediately retreated after taking two breaths.
He recalled the dragon ball to protect him by his side, resisting Tushanjun's crazy attack. Tushanjun's fist was like a violent storm, or like a falling meteor. He could only see the light but not the reality.
The dragon ball is worthy of the name of a Taoist soldier, and even if it is damaged, flesh and blood cannot contend with it.
The black and red blood on Tushanjun's body flowed out from the small hole as thick as a finger. The three breaths of each other's hands were like a sieve leaking air everywhere. From in front of him, he could clearly see the scene behind him.
Ancestor Jiaolong's eyes that were bursting with divine light dimmed a little. Although his expression was usually calm, he was actually horrified in his heart.
The formation locked all his energy and energy.
The unknown second true meaning protected him and entered the demon body, constantly eroding his body.
If it weren't for the support of his strong realm and background, he would have been refined into a pool of thick blood. If he added a few more Nascent Souls to the formation, he wouldn't need to fill them up. He would have to fall into despair after seeing such formations.
escape.
Although he can still easily suppress this weapon spirit and even rush to Taiyi, he actually doesn't have much strength left to show. He is old and has fought fiercely with others, and the pills on his body
The talismans and other items consumed seventy-seven or eighty-eight.
The stored Yin Soul Pills were consumed in large quantities, and Tushanjun's body was like a rag doll. It was broken and repaired again, and then it was torn apart by the dragon beads. The cycle continued, and the black and red blood flowing out had long since become a river.
Tushan Jun actually underestimated himself, and also overestimated the seriously injured Lord Chui Mu.
…
Taiyi took the gourd at his waist and shook it. There was no sound of wine sloshing in the gourd, but the sound of fighting could be heard.
Without any hesitation, he crushed the gourd in his hand.
A small stone jade sword floated in Taiyi's hand.
He looked at the stone jade sword with complicated eyes.
This is not a sword, nor is it an ancient treasure, but a talisman of the Taiyi Sect, the Taiyi Shenxiaodang Demon Talisman. Even the Supreme Transformation Master with advanced cultivation cannot withstand this blow.
Those who are weaker may be killed on the spot.
It is the strongest method he has left, and it is also the last thought left by the sect to him.
"Master, I..." Taiyi choked with sobs.
The last resort left to him by his master has to be used. From now on, he will no longer have the protection of the sect.
He has no choice.
He untied the seal attached to the jade talisman and was about to recite the mantra.
Tu Shanjun looked sideways, his strange purple-black eyes cold and dull. He stopped Taiyi's movements. Even though he was in a possessed state and couldn't speak, the last remaining reason told him that he could win.
It's amazing to say that when I'm awake I feel endless pressure and don't know where to start, but when I fall into the demon, I feel a little sure of winning.
"Burn."
The Nascent Soul burns.
Tu Shanjun took out the last soul flag and held it in his hand.
There is a word written on the top of the small flag.
‘absolutely’
The aura fluctuated, and as the soul flag fell, the world seemed to be suddenly cut off from the legal domain and the formation, except for the dragon ancestor.
Absolutely.
The specific power has not yet been demonstrated, but it has already demonstrated the extremely terrifying ability "Jedi Tiantong".
"This is!"
Taiyi crushed the pill in one bite.
The feeling of fatigue was swept away, and the thirsty mana was quickly replenished. There were tens of millions of elixirs in the world to replenish mana, but so far no elixir could compare with the Yinhun Dan.
Ancestor Jiaolong, whose body was decaying, was surprised to find that his connection with heaven and earth seemed to have been cut off by something.
This further exacerbated the decline of Lingji.
The strange black and red words seemed to come alive and crawled on his skin, growing black and red silk threads, and those silk threads were like hair that was constantly being cut. No matter how much he tore it, it would grow back quickly.
The possessed Tushanjun opened his palms.
Boom.
Rumble.
The Nine Paths Shrine appeared behind Ancestor Jiaolong again, and the black and red silk threads were intertwined with the silk threads on Ancestor Jiaolong's body. Although they looked thin, they could not be cut no matter what.
What broke free also quickly started to wind up again.
Ancestor Jiaolong roared and raised his body-protecting energy.
As soon as a hole was opened, it was wrapped with replenished silk thread. The black-red blood that had become a river on the ground poured out layer by layer, completely covering the ancestor of the dragon.
A wave comes and fills the gap of Gangqi again.
The possessed Tushanjun's palms were slightly bent.
"town."
There was no movement from the struggling Ancestor Jiaolong.
When he wants to move on to the next step.
ever.
A golden light struck.
There was a snap.
The huge head exploded like a watermelon, leaving only a headless body standing on the river of blood, still maintaining its original posture.
"No!"
Taiyi's eyes widened and he shouted to activate the jade talisman.
He did not expect that the Ancestor Jiaolong would still have the means to resist at this time.
One blow shattered Tushanjun's head.
At that time,
The wind stopped and the rain stopped.
The headless body maintained its posture, its curved palms suddenly clenched tightly, and the nine shrine gates returned to one place. The body of the dragon ancestor was tied to the river of blood by black and red silk threads, and most of the Yin gods hidden in the body were separated from the body.
Can a person still live without a head?
The answer is no.
But what if that person is actually a dead person.
It is easy to kill a living person, but difficult to kill a dead person.
At this time,
The wind also moved.
The rain also moved.
This chapter has been completed!