Chapter 839 Immortality
"Woo."
"Woo!"
Gloomy ghost cries came from the void.
Weeping and complaining.
But not the least bit weak.
The screams surrounding his ears changed from sharp to dull, and then turned into thunderous drums.
Boom.
The barrier space that was originally indistinguishable from heaven to earth ushered in a small world.
It was the turbid chaos that was cut open by a thunderbolt. Then, the rising turbid evil energy turned into the black sky, and the sinking quiet coolness turned into the earth.
Ding dong.
The iron boots fell to the ground.
The earth rippled.
When he looked down, he saw that it was not the ground at all, but a shallow pool of water that was not even up to his ankles.
The water lay across the sky, like an endless expanse of land. A tall figure stood quietly, with a halberd on its head, pointing diagonally at the sky, and its red hair spread like a waterfall, blocking some of its pale face.
The black-red mist floating in the sky hangs down, intertwining with the 'peace' beneath your feet.
Thunder clears the way.
The black and purple in the distant sky are like rolling stars, changing the sky with brilliant aurora.
Zhao Wudao looked into the distance.
His left arm was shattered by the big ghost, and there was a punch mark on his chest that penetrated deeply into his internal organs.
Even with such a horrific injury, he remained unmoved and looked calm. However, when the black mist came and the scarlet fire slowly changed, a sense of fear arose in his heart.
It was obvious that he had seen ghost cultivators' virtual gods and visions, but they were black gold blood tigers and green-faced ghost foxes.
There are many people with two visions, and there are even monks with multiple visions, but they have never given him such a sense of oppression.
Those are not the thick mountains of saints.
Rather, it is an endless abyss of the same level.
"His Taoist body is completed."
Master Chu sighed.
However, his eyes still fell on the sacred sword.
"From now on, one more person will be added to the Taoist list." Miao Ran hugged his shoulders and looked at the red-haired monk with a serious expression.
He must do a thorough check on this person's whereabouts when he goes back.
In fact, he knows that there is no need for him to investigate at all. With this person's talent, he will definitely shine in Donghuang.
Yin Zhaoluo's eyes flashed, wonderfully.
She thought that was the old man's limit. Of course, she couldn't continue to call him "old man" now.
Anyone can see that this is a talented person who is comparable to a large number of candidates and is one of the top candidates. He is not a dying old man at all.
"With such a clever aura, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a Taoist disciple of some sects."
"Who is he?"
"Looking at his aura, he looks sternly from side to side. There is a kind of peace and stability in the fierceness and violence. He looks like a demon cultivator, and he is not bad at being a Taoist master."
…
The evil is like the sea of clouds suddenly becoming majestic, and the silt swallowing up the vastness of the sky.
The mist in the distant sky looks like purple mist coming from the east.
"Buzz."
Purple-black thunder separated the richness in front of him.
Maybe it really was Thunder, maybe it wasn't at all.
Because what pierced the black mist was a huge cornice. The brackets stood steeply, and the coils were solid. The long oblique flying wings carved out rare and rare animals, either upright or sitting... or lying down or upright, until the entire huge oblique angle was completely
Flying out of the fog, the glazed tiles were revealed, as green and black as the sky.
The mist seemed to be squeezed by the palace, but also like the tide receding.
Only then did everyone finally see his true face.
The building that looked like a main hall was a huge shrine. The shrine seemed to slowly come out of the black mist. No, what came out was not a shrine at all, but terrifying and strange evil ghosts.
Ghost hands stretched out from the water.
Immediately afterwards, a tall evil ghost about ten feet climbed out.
Ripples.
More evil spirits emerged from the shallow pool of water, and within a short time, the originally vast pool of water was crowded with densely packed ‘people’.
They either stood up or lay down on the ground, but without exception they all walked forward, one step, another step, another step...
Plop!
Until the chain behind him tightened.
The iron chains locked them together with the huge shrine, forming a tall ghost mountain.
There are more than a million evil spirits among them.
Different sizes and shapes make them look more like they are locked together.
There are three-foot-tall starving ghosts with mouths as small as needles, big-headed ghosts with heads as big as buckets, green-skinned ghosts with green faces and fangs, pale-faced ghosts,... sting ghosts, snake ghosts, and three-body demon ghosts...
And at the top of the turbulent ghost mountain, the shrine is like a huge ship, Luan Yu, moving slowly.
Roar!
The miserable ghost howl resounded.
The small world suddenly became silent.
"What kind of Taoist body is this that can produce such a terrifying virtual world?!" The old woman's eyes widened and she lost her voice in horror.
There are many strange creatures in the virtual world of ordinary monks, and there are also alien sacred beings. However, this is the first time I have seen something as breathtaking as today.
Chu Kuang also tried his best to maintain his calmness and said: "This is already comparable to the ancient emperor Luan Yu."
As he spoke, his eyes showed a searching look. He really wanted to see what was sitting in the shrine.
It's just that the shrines are spread out like a large palace.
It's impossible to see the real face at all.
"Fellow Taoist, what kind of Taoist body is this?!"
The loud questioning brought Tushanjun back to his senses.
What Taoist body?
He doesn't know either.
Even the original incomplete Taoist body was named after him.
Now that the 'Three Flowers' are united into one, the supreme Taoist body made of immortal bones, immortal corpses, and immortal souls, what should it be called? In fact, he doesn't know, but he hopes that the 'system' can give him a satisfactory one.
Answer.
However, even on the incomplete image panel, there was only one line: "Unknown physique."
"Then let's call it the Immortal Dao Body."
Tu Shanjun could not help but feel frightened when he felt that his mana was rapidly disappearing.
After the incomplete Taoist body opened up the virtual world, the phantom ghosts and gods that emerged did not consume so much after being filled with flesh and blood. Now it is just to invite Luan Yu out of the shrine, and before he can take action, most of his mana has been consumed.
But Tushanjun was not surprised but happy.
The moment this ghost mountain shrine appeared.
Suddenly he had a feeling in his heart.
It's like if he faced the saint again, he wouldn't be without the strength to fight.
look back.
Looking at the blue and black sky in front of the shrine.
There seemed to be a pair of eyes inside that were commenting on him.
I just don’t know whether behind that curtain are the ghosts and gods of the past or something even more terrifying.
Tu Shanjun thinks it is the latter.
The ghosts and gods are indeed powerful, but when it comes to spiritual aura, they are probably not comparable to this Luan Yu.
"Take action!"
Tushanjun looked up to the sky and roared.
Boom!
Thousands of evil spirits roared simultaneously.
Converged into a sound wave.
Lu Xinhou's expression suddenly changed, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
Of course he felt the endless oppression brought by this ghost mountain Luanyu.
In the Holy Palace, I am afraid that only the one with a certain path can put such pressure on him.
As the Holy Son, Marquis Lu Xin secretly complained. He came here in search of the secret of the Tiger Tomb, and he came here just because he could support his descendants. How could he encounter such a monster?
Facing such a monster, if he can protect himself, everything will be fine.
Where can I keep Zhao Wudao again?
However, he couldn't retreat like this.
Those ten thousand ghosts are roaring like the sky is falling, and if you are not careful, you will definitely die of bloodshed.
"Three Soul Mirror!"
Marquis Lu Xin immediately sacrificed the sacred vessel.
It was a round precious mirror with a simple appearance. After taking action, the precious mirror hung above his head and rotated, blooming with three colors of light.
The three colors of red, green, and white turned into a shield of Gang Qi to protect Marquis Lu Xin, and these three colors also turned into three sword lights in the mysterious light.
"kill!"
Two sword lights guarded the side, and one of the white lights broke through the void and went straight to the mountain shrine.
In an instant, the sword light reached the blue-black sky.
But when it reached the canopy, it made no progress.
"snort!"
An insubstantial yet startling cold snort came from the void.
The sword light that had reached the blue-black sky suddenly appeared cracks.
Lu Xinhou's eyes suddenly shrank.
This is the magical power of the sacred weapon. It can't even penetrate the black curtain. It doesn't matter if it can't be penetrated. The existence behind the curtain just snorted, and cracks appeared in the sword light.
This made him couldn't help but wonder, what kind of strength did the beings in Luan Yu have?
In fact, he didn't know that even Tushanjun himself couldn't invite the beings in the shrine.
Not only is his magic power insufficient, but his own cultivation is also insufficient.
A cold snort actually consumed nearly half of his mana.
Now the remaining mana is scarce.
Lu Xinhou's eyes became colder and colder.
The cold light and cold air seemed to penetrate into people's bones.
He was thinking whether he should fight to the end or not.
In his opinion, it would be a huge burden to display such magical powers, and he might be able to win with just one move. However, even if he could win, there would still be Yin Zhaoluo who was eyeing him.
Those girls were born in the Heavenly Demon Palace, so they won't be merciful.
"Walk!"
Without thinking too much, Lu Xinhou grabbed Zhao Wudao and stepped on the barrier in front of him. As long as he could break through the barrier and walk out, he no longer had to protect Zhao Wudao.
'Want to leave?!'
A sharp shout came.
A huge shrine rises from the water.
Lu Xinhou, who had already flown up, turned his treasured mirror to escape.
However, Zhao Wudao, who followed closely behind, was not so lucky.
Zhao Wudao felt a pain in his chest, and the tip of a knife was exposed to his gaze, and he screamed: "Xuan Jue Knife!"
If he had not given up the sacred weapon, ordinary Taoist soldiers would not have been able to break through the divine light defense. Moreover, he also had treasure armor on his body, so he could not withstand the iron fist of the red-haired monk.
Tu Shanjun didn't give him a chance to fight back.
A horizontal cut with a sword.
Phew!
Zhao Wudao cut off half of his body from the chest.
He couldn't even use his magical powers to save his life.
When Tu Shanjun wanted to collect his soul, Zhao Wudao's whole body was covered by light and disappeared deep into the domain at an extremely fast speed.
At such a speed, even if he raised his soul flag early, it would be impossible to catch him.
He turned to look at Marquis Lu Xin, whose expression was filled with anger.
"Okay, okay!"
"I remember you!"
Marquis Lu Xin was furious.
But this is not the time to fight.
Before he finished speaking, the person had turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
…
"pity."
Tu Shanjun secretly said.
If he had enough magic power, neither of them would be able to escape.
There are endless treasures from the disciples of the sect, and Marquis Lu Xin's Taoism has not been used yet.
If this drags on, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.
Unless he repeats his old trick, using the soul flag as bait to backfire on the opponent.
However, doing so is truly exposing yourself.
"Fellow!"
Tu Shanjun, who had dispersed the miraculous effects of the sky, looked at the monk who called him.
This seems to be Master Chu from Baijia Academy.
"Do you know the origin of this Xuanjue Sword, fellow Taoist?"
"About you?"
"It has something to do with an old friend of mine."
"You want it back?"
"Fellow Taoist, you might as well make a price."
"I can still trust the reputation of Baijia Academy. I don't need my Taoist friends to pay much. As long as you protect me when I take action, I will give this treasure to you."
Chu Kuang was surprised and at the same time raised his hands and asked: "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"
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