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Hunting in black robes, with scarlet hair.
The cunning punch from the green-faced fang had already been delivered.
"Soul-swallowing fist."
"True Dragon Fist!"
Although the old man was horrified, he quickly fought back.
The body-protecting aura is shaped like an air shield, the spiritual energy is gathered, the breath is compressed, and the true magical power reaches its peak at this moment.
Peng!
!
The impact caused by the ripples and explosions suddenly emitted, and the wind formed by the collision turned into a hurricane, which instantly expanded to dozens of miles away. This is not a fight in the legal field. Once the two peak Nascent Souls attack, the aftermath has not been eliminated.
, it is an unspeakable disaster for Xingluo.
Silence and return to nature are relative terms. With realm suppression, the aftermath of the fight can be kept to a minimum, or even completely isolated from the legal domain and under self-control. However, when two people are evenly matched, a head-on confrontation of strength is what both parties need.
considerate.
Even though this place was specially selected by the East China Sea and there were no living creatures to breed and breed, the entire plains, rainforests, mountains,... were completely turned into ruins and deserts by the aftermath, with deep pits formed one after another by the breath of mana, and ravines cut by the breath of the wind.
Continuously.
Generally speaking, monks will activate the magic field during the battle to prevent their own aura from leaking and affecting living beings. Some will simply rise to a height of thousands of feet. No matter what magic or magical power it is, the remaining energy of the collapse and escape will not be able to reach such a distance. If it is really
Thousands of miles away, I still saw flying swords flying across the sky. It was probably someone who had taken action deliberately.
The first person to widen his eyes was Zhenjun Jin Ao, as if he had seen something so terrifying that he could not believe it. Even his voice was a little trembling: "Donghai, Ao Zhen, the famous senior, the pinnacle great
The True Lord, who is said to be the younger one among the peak True Lords, actually..."
"this……!"
The mid-level monk standing in the distance had his mouth wide open. He rubbed his eyes fiercely before he was sure that what he saw was real and that he was not trapped in an illusion by someone's illusion.
Of course, if he didn't fall into a hallucination, what was the scene in front of him?
Ao Cangmeng was speechless. He only felt a dull pain from the fist mark on his chest.
Trapped by black and red silk threads, Ao Mengsheng's eyes were blank.
The Supreme Master turned his head to look over, and his dragon eyes suddenly shrank to the point of a needle.
He did not scream or yell, but moved his gaze to the man and looked at his fist. The fist was a lake of flesh and blood, and the bones at the wrist were crooked. This was indeed miserable, but he
Turning his eyes back and looking at his empty arms, he didn't know why such a thing happened.
"Nascent Soul, peak!"
Ao Zhen's face was as ugly as the dark bottom of a pot.
It's inevitable that it doesn't look so good under the "smoke and fire", especially after losing an arm, but watching the other person's twisted wrist heal little by little, I can't tell what my mood is at this time.
The peak of Nascent Soul is not a distant word to him. He himself is in this state, and many fellow Taoists he meets are also in this state. But no one could have imagined that the person who was waiting for death a moment ago would reach this state at this moment.
Reached the peak state of Nascent Soul.
This can no longer be said to be a sudden breakthrough, let alone luck.
Ao Zhen felt that this was a game in itself, a game to lure them here, so there were monks at the peak of Nascent Soul waiting for them in advance. In this way, everything just happened was because the person in front of him was playing tricks on him.
Perhaps he used secret techniques to bolster his cultivation and strength.
It's just that there is no benefit in doing this, and the person in front of me is too calm. There is no nervous look on the green-faced, fanged face, and there is no unsteady aura using secret techniques. This has to be thought about deeply.
Of course, a sudden breakthrough cannot be ruled out.
He saw with his own eyes that the black-robed ghost cultivator swallowed the Nascent Yin God of the Wan brothers and increased his strength by swallowing the Yin God. It sounded a bit fanciful, but in fact he had never heard of such evil methods. Evil methods always
There are all kinds of flaws, and the flaws are so big that people simply ignore the gains.
Tu Shanjun raised his wrist, and then fished it out. The Soul Reverend Banner appeared in his hand, and the hammer head hung upside down.
His eyes looked abnormally red, and the dark color made them even more strange. Those eyes looked Ao Zhen up and down.
Ao Zhen is an old man with a medium height of five and a half feet. He looks extremely thin and has sunken cheeks. Although he is said to be old, it is actually impossible to tell his age. The age of a monk is the easiest.
The one who is ignored by others, even though his age cannot be seen in his face, he is still energetic and not at all shy.
"Ah!" Ao Meng Sheng roared and was about to transform the Yuanying Yin God into a giant dragon to break free from the shackles of the silk thread. However, just as the black-robed monk looked sideways and pressed down gently with his palm, the black and red silk thread bound Ao Meng.
Sheng was firmly locked in place, unable to move, let alone roar.
Tushanjun raised his palm and then put it down again.
He has indeed become stronger.
If he were allowed to go back to the time just now, he would be able to destroy Ao Mengsheng's dragon body without having to unlock the reincarnation of the Ghost King. The effect of the three Nascent Soul Yinshen is indeed remarkable.
The improvement of his realm also made Tushanjun's strength jump significantly.
Ao Zhenzhang took a green pill orally, and his broken arm quickly recovered. In a short time, it had grown to the point where it was not much different from the original one, that is, the whole body was fairer and not as harmonious as before.
He raised his body-protecting energy and used a long mace.
"Yimu Resurrection Pill is a sixth-grade elixir. As long as you breathe, it can save your life and heal serious injuries in an instant." Tu Shanjun said calmly. Based on his understanding of Xingluo Dan Dao, he also knew several sixth-grade elixirs.
It just so happened that Ao Zhen was using one of the ones he knew.
"This is truly a miracle cure."
"I just don't know how many you have."
The moment the words fell, Tushanjun jumped up high and suddenly fell down.
The long-handled hammer in his hand hammered down from above.
boom.
Ao Zhen couldn't resist the body-protecting gas for half a breath. He was like a paper lake and was cut open by the sharp fingertips of a hammer. Without the body-protecting gas, Tushanjun's attack coming with the hammer was like a violent wind and rain, more like the roar of the sea.
, one layer is better than the other, and what makes Ao Zhen feel even more strange is that his aura and inspiration are slowly weakening.
"True magical power?"
Just when Ao Zhen was about to distance himself and cast a spell, the black light appeared in front of him, and he seemed to have made up his mind to fight in close quarters to the end.
He felt that the palm of his hand holding the weapon had become slippery with flesh and blood. Not only did this damn demon possess a terrifying power, he was not afraid of getting hurt at all. If he continued to fight like this, he would be beaten to death sooner or later.
However, there was no way out at this time.
Ao Cang Meng's heart skipped a beat. His ancestor was actually suppressed. Seeing the red-haired and black-robed monk becoming more and more courageous as he fought, he felt uneasy. He decided to rescue Meng Sheng first. They might not be able to win, but neither could the other side.
If this stalemate continues, Meng Sheng's situation will be dangerous.
The three Wan brothers have all been eaten alive by the ghost cultivator, and there is no guarantee that Ao Mengsheng will follow in the footsteps of the Wan brothers.
"ever."
The halberd-shaped hammer that leaped forward could not be seen clearly. Ao Cangmeng, who had already appeared next to Ao Mengsheng, quickly set up his spirit treasure to block it. However, it was better not to block it. The spirit treasure that blocked him was instantly bombarded.
In his chest, a huge force threw him away.
Tushanjun, with his fists raised, is like a black hole that has absorbed all the light.
The majestic coldness of the soul-swallowing true meaning is as domineering as the starry sky, driving away all light, leaving only the deepest darkness.
"Swallow the sky and the earth!"
This is the purest magical power and is completely the embodiment of the path of spiritual practice.
Before a punch is fired, darkness comes.
Ao Zhen also did not sit still and waited for death. He even thought that this was an excellent opportunity, because Tu Shanjun had no weapons in his hands at this time. He used his long mace, and the magic around him was like a gathering of ancient monsters, and an illusory dragon appeared in Ao Zhen's hand.
Behind you, stretch your body.
"The true meaning of blood wind."
"Tianlong splits the sky!"
The huge thing tore open the black curtain of the sky. It was obviously invisible but seemed to have grasped the human heart, making it unable to continue beating. The large mouth shaped like a mountain seemed to swallow up this small sealed world. Of course, it also
Will swallow Tushanjun who is in the small world.
One punch.
The small world shook.
Light exploded from the fist.
The bursting beam of light was like a silver sword made of frost and snow. When the light flickered, the invisible behemoth was instantly shattered, and even the small world it contained was shattered.
The motionless sky flows again, and the breathless heaven and earth breathe again.
Destroy the dragon with one punch!
The sun is shining brightly in the sky.
…
Looking at his bare arms again, Ao Zhen raised his head with difficulty, his eyes fell on the stern face, and he seemed to have some doubts: "Who...are you?!"
He really didn't understand that even though he had used his strongest power at the moment, he was still not a match for this person.
And, the entire arm was shattered for the second time.
This is a real difference.
Tu Shanjun did not answer his question. He stared at Ao Zhen with his scarlet eyes and said calmly: "Back off now. I can pretend that nothing happened and I won't tell anyone what happened today."
"If you don't retreat, you will all die!"
He stretched out his green-white finger and pointed at the monk behind Ao Zhen, then moved to Ao Meng Sheng, who was tied into a ball with black and red silk threads: "There are only two choices."
Ao Zhen's eyes darkened and he said: "Meng Sheng's Yuanying Yin Shen must be returned to us."
"Can!"
Tu Shanjun tapped his finger lightly, and the black and red thread quickly receded.
Ao Mengsheng, who had been wrapped into a rice dumpling, quickly escaped from the trap and flew to Ao Zhen's side. Without saying anything, he flew into the soul-nurturing bag.
Ao Zhen took another deep look at Tu Shanjun before saying, "Let's go!"
Take people away without any hesitation.
…
"This move clearly implies the overall situation. Why do I always feel that letting them go is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain." Jin Ao sighed.
Tu Shanjun laughed and said, "They are dragons."
Jin Ao asked again: "Then who is the tiger?"
Tu Shanjun did not answer.
"Ahem!" Taiyi coughed twice, his face turned abnormally white, and he got better after taking the elixir. He looked at Zhenjun Jin'ao and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your help. Otherwise, this battle would have been impossible."
I don’t know what to do yet.”
Jin Ao Zhenjun shook his head. He was really not a hero. In the end, he did not continue to take action: "Huh, I didn't help anything. I was frightened after seeing through their identities. If Taoist Tushan hadn't defeated Ao Zhen,
, I can’t say it’s hard for us to escape.”
"I should also go back and prepare for the war with the Hehuan Sect." Jin Ao Zhenjun said his farewell.
But at the end, Jin Ao paused and looked at Taiyi with flashing eyes: "What happened to the Xingyuan ruins to make Donghai make such a big move?"
"What do fellow Taoists think?"
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with their ancestor of the East China Sea Dragon Clan's transformation into gods."
"Either he is seriously injured and recuperating in the East China Sea, or he is trapped in the ruins of the Star Abyss, so..."
"Who knows."
"Fellow Taoist really don't know?"
"have no idea."
"good."
Jin Ao nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the clouds.
On the way back.
Tu Shanjun used his escape technique to take Taiyi back to the sect.
"It's me who has dragged down my junior brother." Taiyi said with emotion.
If his magic power is enough to support him, there is no need to let go of the direct Nascent Souls of Donghai. The death of a few worshipers is really nothing. If the direct Nascent Souls of Donghai are killed, I am afraid it will cause a war.
At this juncture, it's hard to have an accident.
"Mr. Donghai won't let me kill them." Tushanjun muttered, "I have reached an agreement with Mr. Donghai."
This chapter has been completed!