Kunpeng flaps its wings, and day and night begin to alternate between breathing.
The boundless sea blocks the sun and the sky.
The method of reversing heaven and earth instantly imprisoned the spiritual machine and turned it into an invisible chain, locking the powerful god who stepped out of the abyss into the void.
The intertwined spiritual network turned into a muddy swamp and cold pool, and once you fell into it, you could never get up again.
Venerable Chuiyun, wearing armor and walking in the air, stood on top of Kunpeng's head, tilting one finger of the Tianpeng sword in his hand.
"kill!"
Suddenly, endless pressure came over me.
The abundant inspiration from Kunpeng gathered into an illusory sky-cutting sword.
Looking from a distance, it seems that it is not a knife, but a beam of light.
The aurora divides yin and yang into dusk.
Spreading towards that mysterious neck.
This bunch.
One chop.
The coordination is so exquisite.
Even if you change to a late-stage venerable, even if you can only withstand hard resistance.
He comes from a peak venerable person and has been enlightened in this realm for hundreds of years. How can a monk who has touched the edge of a saint be something that ordinary monks can resist?
After the sword was struck, the color of the world instinctively changed. Maybe it was reflected by the light, or maybe it was because the magic was powerful enough to affect the world.
No one can tell the difference, and no one cares about it.
Both sides on the battlefield only care about their opponents, and now the remnants of the Kunpeng Sect only care about whether their ancestor can win.
When this knife was cut out.
Many Nascent Soul Lords let out a breath of turbidity.
In their opinion, no one can resist this sword.
Not even the later sages, let alone that person.
Now that person may have left them far away.
He was only the Great True King at his peak back then.
Two hundred years have passed, and it was a fluke to have crossed the realm of the Venerable. How could they hope to win against their ancestor who had already recovered from all his injuries?
"He's really strong."
The old man with a gray beard sighed.
As a former elder of the Kunyun Sect, although he had not met this man many times, he had heard his stories.
"It would be better to say that his progress is too rapid."
"How many years has it been?"
"What kind of cultivation was he when he came?"
"I remember it was the early stage of Nascent Soul."
"Nascent Soul...early stage?!"
Everyone who had been a little relaxed at first was in awe.
There was no joy or sadness on Li Tianshui's face.
Didn't agree with everyone.
Maybe they were nervous, so they wanted to talk a little to ease the situation in their hearts, but they didn't know that the person was not that simple at all.
Since the ancestor has been prepared to win or lose, it means that this person's strength is not judged purely by his cultivation.
Moreover, this person may not be a human being.
Tu Shanjun didn't know what everyone in the Kunpeng Sect was thinking.
After seeing the slashed Aurora Heavenly Sword, the seal in his hand changed accordingly.
execration:
"Lefa Heaven and Earth."
"Show me my prison clothes!"
boom!
Purple-black electric arcs intertwined into an invisible armor of light that burned blazingly from the body of the 100-foot-long miraculous. All those who were close to the miraculous, whether spiritual or aura, were turned into disappearing dust by the lunar thunder.
Even the invisible chains and the cage made by inspiration were burned into a huge cave.
It was as if what stood there was not a miracle at all, but the purest thunder.
This is also nature, a pure natural change between heaven and earth, just like the alternation of day and night. However, unlike the peaceful alternation of day and night, thunder is the most violent, and it makes people afraid.
laugh.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The steam burned into mist, confronting the boundless sea in the sky. The long and huge river of mist converged into an endless expanse of glass. Under the miraculous step of the prison-clothed man, circles of black and red smoke were stirred up, like
The waves are like a black and red lotus platform.
"Lift."
Those miraculous eyes flashed with light, like the flames of a furnace being lit.
Green face, fangs, and red hair.
The mouth is like a pool of blood, and the teeth are like door leaves.
Roaring to the sky.
Thousands of inspirations burst out and converged into rays of light.
Take up the boxing frame
Like the bowstring of the full moon, the bow is bent and the arrow is ready.
At this moment, the sea above and the fog below were completely split by this fist.
The terrifying fist intention gathered into a demonic skeleton, opening its mouth of a pool of blood, and while waving the fist in a mysterious way, it seemed to swallow the entire world.
"Swallow the soul!"
The sharp whistling sound was like drawing a sword.
The method of cutting the sky is like a sword.
The collision between swords and knives exploded between blue and black.
The sudden light was like the explosion of the soul, turning the eyes into a white snow, and I was confused and at a loss. It seemed that I had forgotten why I was here.
Immediately afterwards, the oscillating ripples instantly crushed the body-protecting Qi that it had supported.
Buzz!
Clear.
clear.
The sun is hanging in the sky.
The sea of clouds and sky above had already evaporated into raging mist, scattering in all directions.
As the sky clears, Kunpeng hidden in the sea finally emerges, but Kunpeng has long lost its original magic, and is as languid as a giant beast stranded on the shore, panting heavily.
Lord Chuiyun, who stood at the head of Kunpeng, took two steps back.
His hands were shaking.
A trace of blood dripped down, and he finally let him hold the Tianpeng knife in his hand tightly.
Looking at the other side, the red-haired monk looked calm, and the aura around him was complemented by the magical energy behind him. Not only was he not sluggish, but he was even more energetic.
sunny day,
The devil moves forward.
Take a sudden step.
The mist beneath my feet bloomed into black and red lotus flowers.
"Reciting mantras while walking makes lotus flowers grow, and ghosts and gods appear to be approaching during the day."
Venerable Chuiyun looked startled.
He didn't expect that the Zunhun Banner would grow so fast, and its combat power would be extremely powerful.
It is obvious that his aura is only in the middle stage of becoming a god, but his combat power is already comparable to that of a peak venerable like him. Looking at his conduct, I am afraid that he has also blazed his own path on the path to immortality.
The more this happened, the more regretful the Venerable Chuiyun felt in his heart.
If he hadn't been worried about Taiyi and the Zunhun Banner in the Ghost Sea that day, he would have taken action to obtain the Soul Banner.
Where is the current situation like this?
Ah.
Chuiyun wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He is also more and more glad for the decision he has made now. If he continues to wait, he will not know how terrifying this thing will grow into when they meet again.
Maybe this is also his last chance,
Of course he won't let it go.
"fine."
"At least your cultivation is not as good as mine, and you also have the most fatal weakness..."
Lord Chuiyun looked at the shadow behind Tushanjun.
It looked like a woman, but for some unknown reason, the phantom did not look like a living person, it seemed to be just an illusion with the same source of magic power.
"With how much mana you consume, who can help you keep taking action?"
"As long as I use up the shadow behind me, I will still be the victor in the end."
The Chuiyun Nian Jue was cast, and the magic power surged out.
Blooming with thousands of glorious lights.
Now that he has made up his mind, Chuiyun will certainly not be stingy with his mana consumption.
As long as he drags it on until the Soul Banner has no magic power to support it, even the most powerful man in the world will have to bow his head. At that time, naturally, it is time for him, a human being, to take care of everything.
"bring it on."
"Carefree and great escape to nature!"
"Want to compete in endurance?"
Tu Shanjun looked at Venerable Chuiyun at the far exit.
The other party's words fell into his ears easily, as if they were meant to be spoken to him.
Chuiyun said this just to provoke him to take action.
If he is concerned about his own magic power and chooses to flee far away, even Chuiyun may not be able to catch up.
Even if you can catch up, it will still be a fierce battle, and there may even be variables that you cannot control. It is better to drag it out here until the end.
"The Ghost King is alive!"
The powerful ghosts and gods hundreds of feet behind him picked up Tushanjun and instantly merged into the supernatural being behind him.
The mysterious body that was not clear at first was filled with arcs of light.
The clear sky and earth are turned upside down, and the mist sinks and drops of water condense into the river.
Above the river of blood.
In the netherworld.
The body of the phantom ghost seemed to disappear in an instant.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The two of them were shouting together and fighting together.
The phantoms of ghosts and gods affected the entire small world and punched brazenly.
This punch was delivered like a mountain coming.
"This is?"
Lord Chuiyun immediately widened his eyes.
He couldn't believe that the main soul in front of him had actually touched the edge of a saint. Even though the mountains were just similar in shape and had a little charm, there was no need to question it, they were the same thing.
It is the road from the venerable to the saint.
"Mountain!"
“Why is it called a mountain?”
"Because the first small realm of the Five Saint Realms is called the Mountain Realm."
"The Saint of the Mountains."
Chuiyun whispered softly.
At this point, he must go all out and not think about defense, because that punch is too powerful, and if he is not careful, he will die from this punch.
Faced with such magical powers, pure defense is of no use, and there is no way to be sure that you can defend it.
"Before the enemy first!"
"Kunpeng's method of defying the sky and slaying the sky."
Lord Chuiyun threw the Tianpeng sword in his hand into the sky.
The long knife merged into Kunpeng, and his body also sank into it.
The sluggish Kunpeng Shenyi once again showed his heroic spirit, igniting the sky and the earth.
"Destroy!"
Hundreds of feet of ghosts and gods roared.
boom.
Boom boom boom!
The two great gods fell like the sun and the moon.
The oscillating ripples completely swept away the entire upper and lower sides.
Even now most of the Kunpeng Sect's mountain gate has disappeared, leaving only a few corners.
It seems to be the collision of water and thunder, but in fact, Tushanjun's movement is also made of water.
Taiyin refining is originally Xuan Shui, and Shui Zang Lei is not the real thunder.
If Tu Shanjun did not die in the hands of demon cultivators and instead embarked on the path of immortality, his spiritual roots would also be water spiritual roots. I just don’t know whether they are single-attribute heavenly spiritual roots or spiritual roots with other miscellaneous attributes.
"Buzz."
"Buzz buzz buzz."
Kunpeng looked as if he was frozen in place.
Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared on his body.
Click.
It's like the starlight disappears.
The magic then shattered into pieces.
Lord Chuiyun, who had merged into the supernatural, fell down. The Tianpeng Sword in his hand no longer shone, and even the Kunyun Cauldron armor made by the Taoist soldiers was pitted and pitted as if it had been corroded by time.
There were even damages in many places, and there was no way to continue to protect his body.
Bang.
Tushanjun approached boldly.
He grabbed Venerable Chuiyun's head and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, that's it for now!"
Chuiyun struggled to open his only remaining eye.
As if he wanted to see the monk in front of him clearly.
The armor on his face had long since cracked, and even his face was blurred.
"cough."
A large mouthful of blood surged up, and fragments of internal organs were spit out along with it.
"If I die, you won't know what you are going to face."
Tu Shanjun asked: "What?"
"The world."
Chuiyun squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "The pursuit of monks all over the world."
I wanted to squint, but I overslept. Sorry for the late update.
This chapter has been completed!