The Demon King stepped into the air.
Holding the main pole of the Zunhun Banner, he looked at the powerful and terrifying light beam in the distance.
That was the great elder of the Pei family and the most powerful monk he had ever seen.
With just one hammer, his body blessed by the Ghost King's power was smashed out of the escaping light.
He even lost half of his arm and half of his ribs.
Even facing such a powerful person, Tu Shanjun still had no fear.
He thought that if he could talk to these aristocratic families, even if he couldn't take away everything, he could at least cut off the ties and connections, so that Sanniang could get out of the shadow of the Pei family.
Therefore, even when facing the monks of the Pei family, he repeatedly held back his hand.
Faced with such a situation, the first thought is to avoid fighting and think long term.
Even after killing Pei Jia Sheng, he did not include him in the banner immediately because he felt there was still room for maneuver.
But he was obviously wrong.
Blindly avoiding it will only be regarded as weakness.
Running away is just running away.
Even running away rationally is also a sign of weakness.
When will we stop running away?
Tu Shanjun doesn’t know.
He just held his forehead with one hand.
A blood jade gourd appeared in his hand.
He looked at the gourd in his hand, opened his big mouth and swallowed it.
At the same time as the gourd was entering, the iron feather penetrated the flesh and was sandwiched between the scales. Tushanjun roared, and his fangs grew. His entire face was as green as iron, and the lines on his forehead quickly lit up his horns.
Scarlet eyes sprouted from the two horns and converged into a crown along the long horns pointing diagonally towards the sky.
The blue-gray hands and feet were intertwined into a large cloak, which was grabbed by the purple-black demonic fingers and draped around the body.
The six-foot-long body is like a pillar supporting the sky.
The great elder held a long-handled iron hammer and stood on the Qingming Blessed Land. His anger turned into turbulent green flames and intertwined into a Qingming sky behind him.
Even if he is angry in his heart, he cannot help but be cautious when facing that unparalleled monster.
Pei Wanming originally wanted to decide his life or death with two strikes, but after the six-foot-long demon took the inexplicable 'elixir', the spiritual aura around him continued to rise.
In just such a short period of time, he has stabilized his late stage and is faintly reaching the peak.
finally.
Accompanied by the dim skylight and thick mist, the heaven and earth seemed to merge into an endless abyss.
The demon who created the abyss just puffed and puffed gently, and the clear and turbid air mixed into gloomy cumulus clouds, turned into a curtain of light hanging from the sky, and finally converged towards the body of the big demon walking in the air at the front.
The great demon who casts the Nianjue waved his great cloak.
The main pole of the Zunhun Banner in his hand turned into a long-handled hammer.
Hold it in your hand.
Tu Shanjun let out a breath of anger, his black and red eyes were like a cold pool.
With the release of the power of the ghost king and the death-resistant technique of spirit demons, and the power of the blood jade gourd that was swallowed by him and refined by fire, this is the strongest thing he can come up with without exposing his roots.
Great power.
This thing that is at the bottom of the box does not live up to expectations, putting his coercive aura firmly in the realm of the late stage of divine transformation, vaguely like the peak but also specious.
The peak is included in the later stages. The measure of realm is not only strength, but also cultivation and mana. Even with Xu Sanniang's mana support in the late stage of god transformation, he is not at the peak.
However, the division of realms is inherently vague. If life and death were purely based on realms, there would not be so many entanglements.
Peak monks are indeed powerful, but Taoist monks are definitely not weak either.
I saw the demon lord grasping the main pole of the flag, leaping forward, and turned into a black light of Hunyuan.
The hammer in his hand suddenly fell down.
It was like the sky was falling and the earth was falling, Mount Tai was upside down, and with its supreme power, it split the blue sky behind Pei Wanming, and with it the general trend, it seemed to crush everything in front of him into powder and turn into the dead souls under the hammer.
boom!
Pei Wanming is not weak at all.
As the great elder of the Pei family, if you don't have the strength to overwhelm the others, how can you come out on top?
With his strength, he is not afraid at all even if he is the Lesser Saint City Lord of Tianji City, let alone a monk who relies on his secret magic power to forcibly improve his own cultivation level.
Taoist soldiers attack each other.
Hammer versus iron rod.
When the hammer falls, green flames suddenly appear.
The terrifying flames seemed to turn this world into a huge furnace.
The Taoist Underworld Fire Hammer struck the main pole of the Zunhun Banner, just like hammering a piece of wrought iron in a huge furnace. It seemed to break the Taoist soldier into two parts and melt it into molten iron.
Under the blessing of such a powerful spell, Tu Shanjun felt that the main pole of the Soul Flag in his hand was hot to the bone.
The heat burrowed into the bones like a poisonous snake.
"Eternal youth!"
The demon groaned lowly.
The black and red blood on his upper body was flowing endlessly, gathering into a ferocious map of ghosts and gods.
The map of ghosts and gods flickers with light and shadow.
The originally hot breath was absorbed by the map and turned into a piece of iron armor attached to the big demon.
The appearance of the iron armor is exactly the color of Qing Ming.
At the same time that the iron armor appeared, the powerful pressure brought by Pei Wanming on him plummeted, and even the flames of magical powers seemed to ignore him, the great devil of the world.
"What?!"
The great elder was astonished.
After only two or three rounds of fighting, the Zhangliu demon wearing a big cloak was no longer corroded by the Qingming flames. This speed of adaptation was simply a miracle.
Not to mention monks of the same level, even the ancestor of the saint would not be able to crack his magical power so easily and make his entire flame furnace ineffective.
"Change!"
One sound.
The melting pot of heaven and earth returns to the devil, and thousands of green fires are set by me.
Good Demon Lord, with a slight shake of the hammer in his hand, the illusory flags were wrapped in flames and covered with flames.
For a moment, the two flames turned into two pieces of clouds in the sky, and it was like two furnaces of heaven and earth colliding violently. Countless fires burst out like meteors, and hundreds of types of magma spread into a rain of light, swirling down, and the mist covered the sky.
"drink!"
The fire made feathers and scattered stars in the sky, the water thunder was born from the fire, and the black Yin thunder turned into an infinite arc of lightning under the power of the lunar calendar. It crackled and crackled, and the entire furnace suddenly turned into a thunder prison of heavenly power.
The Demon Lord, who is like an emperor in thunder and a spirit among ghosts, looked into the distance and murmured softly.
"Water in fire, thunder explodes."
"Yang generates yin, refine the true spirit!"
"Use the power of my Taiyin to cast my ghostly and divine form."
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
The great elder's expression changed drastically.
He didn't expect that the demon king used Yin Lei.
Yin Lei belongs to water.
Even though his Qingming flame is in the shape of fire, he is actually of the water attribute.
Instead, after he exerted his magical power, the demon king took the opportunity to realize the transformation of water and fire, causing yin and yang to grow, and the power of the Thunder Prison continued to increase.
This is not the main thing. The important thing is that the Demon Lord seems to have a different kind of body.
is gestating.
"Great Elder, don't worry, I'm here to help you!"
The black-robed monk in the blessed land immediately appeared out of the air, with the two whips and Taoist weapons in his hands together like a giant sword.
He faced the Demon Lord in the Thunder Prison with a solemn expression.
He has already seen that this person is a Taoist monk. Although the Taoist has not yet been used, he has already shown considerable strength.
If the Great Elder is alone after today, he really can't say the outcome of victory or defeat.
However, this is the Pei family, the blessed land of Qingmingzhong.
"Who dares to do something cruel to my Pei family?!"
A distant roar came, and a tall and thin Taoist man came immediately.
The scorching eyes are like two rays of divine light reaching into the sky.
"Third Elder?"
"Humph, no matter who it is, they will suppress it!"
Another ray of divine light that blocks the sun hangs in the sky, just like the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Suddenly, several figures appeared outside the blessed land.
"Ancestor!"
Pei Yezheng shouted and then lowered his voice.
Among them is the ancestor of his family and his grandfather.
The man was wearing a dark gold star robe, with a serious expression and uncertain eyes. He seemed to be confirming the figure of the Thunder Hell Demon Lord, and then said in deep thought: "The aura is indeed very similar."
"Is it him?"
The monk in the dark gold star robe said uncertainly.
Originally, he should not have known this person, or even forgotten his existence, but the magic on his grandson Pei Si has always existed.
He was supposed to be practicing when he suddenly noticed this aura of inspiration and came over.
Looking at the current situation, most of the venerable members of the family have already arrived.
"You can't be wrong, it's this person!"
…
"You kid, don't go and join in the fun."
The old man with white beard and hair stopped Pei Yezheng.
Pei Yezheng saluted respectfully: "Ancestor, the situation is urgent, why can you still be so stable?"
This ancestor is one of the three seats just now. However, now that the great elder and the black-robed ancestor have gone to confront the enemy, this ancestor has no intention of taking action at all. Instead, he blocks him and calls out to his grandfather.
action.
The sleepy old man laughed. Of course he knew that Pei Ye was urging him to go and fight, but because of his status as an ancestor, he couldn't say much, so he said this.
Said: "Study seriously, His Majesty's fighting skills will be of great benefit to you."
The old man did not answer, but changed the topic.
His eyes did not fall on Tushanjun, but were looking for something, until they settled on the figure wearing a blue and black Taoist flag in the distance.
He said softly: "The inside story cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences."
…
Sanniang tightened the Zunhun flag on her body.
His eyes gradually calmed down.
He didn't look back at Dao Ying behind him.
She already felt the surge of power.
With her strength in the late stage of becoming a god and her many trump cards, she should be able to defeat many elders of the Pei clan.
Moreover, Tushanjun also gave her some reassurance just now.
Then she must return to her ancestral homeland.
The so-called giving up means that it is already impossible when the decision is made in the first place.
Sanniang whispered softly: "Brother Tushan, we must win!"
…
Tushanjun didn't know Sanniang's expectations, and he couldn't distract him now.
In an instant, five divine lights appeared around him.
Counting the great elder Pei Wanming, most of the Pei family's venerables have already taken action. The remaining ones who have not taken action do not know why. Maybe they are not in the clan, or they have other concerns.
Regardless of others, these are the six venerables in front of you.
They are all the mainstays from the big sect.
Each one of them was once a famous talent on the list.
Tu Shanjun showed no fear, and his emotion-breaking technique turned into fine steel and penetrated his heart. He visualized the situation like Mount Tai, sitting on the sea of consciousness.
The transformation of demons continues, and the aura of spiritual intelligence is still strong.
"kill!"
Roaring loudly, the world changes.
The flags move and ghosts and gods are shocked!
late.
This chapter has been completed!