The splendid Taoism blooms in heaven and earth.
The mountain saint with the holy vessel on his back is like a saint who has stepped into the sky and overwhelmed the world.
Not to mention whether it was the true meaning of magical power or the powerful form of magic, at this moment, Yu Haoming became the most authentic embodiment of the holy realm.
That's the mountain of Yangzhi!
The growth is astounding.
Mountains don't crush everything.
The mountain just fell quietly.
Things that cannot withstand the power of the mountain will be annihilated.
Whether it was an idea or aura, or an army entangled in a formation, or a method powerful enough to change the entire small world, they were all turned into powder by the mountain's power when the passing Yin soldiers roared in the clouds and let out their final screams.
, turned into an evil spirit that vanished into thin air and was allowed to be blown away by the turbid sky.
Gaze at the majesty of the saint in the mountains.
Tushanjun remembered the legend of his hometown.
Legend has it that if a god makes a mistake, he will be crushed under the mountain.
In the past, he didn't have a very intuitive view of mountains. He only thought how could a god be easily trapped by a huge mountain.
It wasn't until he actually fought against the mountain saint that Tu Shanjun understood why the ancients were so in awe of the mountain. It was indescribably heavy and huge, and even frightening.
Mountains are mountains.
Regardless of shape.
Seeing the heavenly soldiers and generals under his command being crushed by the mountain, Tu Shanjun looked down like an emperor sitting high in the clouds and murmured softly: "I know the mountain is powerful enough, but the mountain is not a real mountain after all. So, is the mountain a real mountain?"
I'm afraid, do mountains also have souls?"
"Does the mountain long to become an immortal?"
‘Tushanjun’ raised the soul-honoring flag in his hand.
A big gust of wind and clouds surged, and infinite evil energy burst out from the high-lofted Soul Flag, completely changing the world. The evil energy surged, like the rising tide of sea waves, and the clouds and mist turned into rolling waves in an instant.
Look carefully.
That's not the waves in the mortal world, but the rampant soldiers and ghost generals who are stepping on the clouds and the sky.
Tu Shanjun opened his mouth and recited.
The sides of the face become wider and wider.
One side is a devil and the other side is a saint.
In the middle is a green-faced and fanged evil spirit.
Except for the absence of the main soul, Tu Shanjun has completely shown his ability to keep the bottom of the box.
Today's Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions is home to millions of Yin gods, three Nascent Soul peak ghost kings, and seven venerable ghost kings.
It is enough to be invincible in the same environment without relying on the main soul body.
Even if the monk in charge of the Soul Banner is only in the early stage of becoming a god, relying on the Soul Banner's foundation is enough to become a famous and powerful man on the list of geniuses.
But this time the opponent is really tough.
Yu Haoming is not an ordinary venerable person at all.
Even without using the family's trump card and the master's background, he is far better than monks of the same level just by relying on his own skills.
The other party was arrogant enough that when facing Meng Zhi and Tu Shanjun, they didn't even bother to use their treasures and family heritage, but chose to confront them head-on with their own Taoist realm.
Maybe this is the confidence that genius has in himself.
He does have the ability to be proud of himself.
The pressure brought by this magical power is terrifying.
Tushanjun stared at Jueban.
Jedi Heaven Pass.
Completely cut off Yu Haoming's successor power.
The Zhu Banner and the Mountain Realm Saint were only slightly behind in their clash of blows against the huge moon in the sky.
Feeling the consumption of mana in his body and the refining of the Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Formation, Tu Shanjun planned to use the final refinement of this formation to completely chip away the mountain saint in Yu Haoming's body.
Lord Tushan sat cross-legged on a high platform and kneaded the magic formula: "The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions...!"
As the words fell, the ghost king at the peak of Nascent Soul immediately revealed his incarnation, with green-faced fangs protruding from his true form, and the ghost kings standing in all directions reappeared one after another in the aftermath of the chant.
The Ghost King of the Ten Palaces is at the top.
Let’s twist together.
Reciting unknown magical powers.
Just like a star stepping into the sky, Yu Haoming touches the sky and the earth with his hand, the morning light collides, and the treasure realm shines, thousands of miles are clear, and everything is bathed in his vast coldness.
Taking one step forward, the frost froze the world behind him.
He is like a descended saint, the lord of cold weather, commanding the solar terms.
"cover!"
The words blurt out.
The Nascent Soul Ghost King that was the first to manifest was immediately filled with cracks.
The same is true for the remaining two Nascent Soul Ghost Kings.
The reason why they didn't dissipate directly was because they were in a large formation and connected with the entire formation.
However, precisely because of this, Huanghu felt even more regretful.
The peak Nascent Soul is like a three-year-old child in front of the saint. If it were not for the protection of the great formation, the peak Nascent Soul would not be able to get close to the saint, and the Lord Transformation of God who is in front is really inferior.
Huang Hu thought to himself: "If I were the ghost king standing there and banishing the Nascent Soul breath..."
Replace two more deity-incarnation venerables.
With the ghost kings of the ten directions cooperating with this great formation, can they fight against the real saints?
Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head.
He doesn't want to die.
Which of the famous Yin gods on this flag is not a slave spirit?
As for whether they can fight, it depends on the person in charge of the soul flag.
"Master, if I keep fighting like this, my magic power will be exhausted."
Meng Zhi said urgently in his heart.
He could already feel the exhaustion and roar coming from his body, which was the agitation of Fahai and the pain of his flesh and blood body.
If there is a stalemate like this, before the formation can refine Yu Haoming, his body will collapse and die first.
Tu Shanjun looked serious and said: "This battle is inevitable."
"trust me."
"This is not a question of whether I believe you or not."
"If we mobilize our mana again, we will definitely be defeated first."
"Will not."
"I know that the formation is powerful, and you are also a sacred person, but your spirit body is not here after all!"
Meng Zhi was already shaken and even panicked. If it was delayed as he said, Yu Haoming would withdraw from the formation after half a quarter of an hour when he had no other means.
But Tushanjun didn't want to wait at all.
Instead, he attacked.
Wouldn't this be treating his life as child's play?
Gambling his life?
yes.
Everyone is happy to win.
What if you lose?
He will die!
However, regardless of success or failure, Mr. Hu will definitely remain invincible.
As a spiritual treasure and the object of competition for everyone, will Mr. Fox die?
Meng Zhi doesn’t think so.
Life can be a bet, but it cannot be placed as a bet in the hands of others, or in the hands of a person who has no impact regardless of success or failure.
Feeling Meng Zhi's struggle in the sea of consciousness, Tu Shanjun paused in his technique.
He knew Mengzhi was scared.
No one wants to die.
Especially those who have improved their own realm, been promoted to a noble person, and have extended their life spans for more than a thousand years.
He didn't want to die even more.
Nor do I want to put my life on this so-called gambling table.
Because regardless of success or failure, there is still room for success.
"We can go."
"You can escape."
"We can also take advantage of Uncle Yu's strength..."
"..."
Tu Shanjun listened to the persuasion of Meng Zhi in the sea of consciousness, and slowly lowered his raised palm.
He should really put the life of the banner master first, and this was something he always valued. Even if he was a latecomer, he would force himself to treat everyone equally and pour his emotions and efforts into it, just like he once treated his old friends.
However, as his age and experience increased and his Taoist mind became more solid, he could not be exactly the same as before.
Therefore, many times, even if he knows that he shouldn't do it, he still does it awkwardly.
I just don't want myself to realize it.
In fact, his status with the banner master has changed.
But he is stubborn and always uses his own attitude to speculate and execute everything.
He thinks he can win this one!
So he wants Meng Zhi to accept and trust him so that he can win.
Hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches coming.
After defeating Yu Haoming, the value of the best Taoist soldiers will be very high.
At the same time, Mengzhi's status will be improved.
Those true saints, Tao Lords, are not interested in a top-quality Taoist soldier at all. They don't want to waste their energy on a spiritual treasure with no potential.
The Dragon Treasure Spirit Pond of Tenryuji Temple, the Blood Pond of the Wild God in the ancient sacred land.
If it was really easy to make money, I would have made batches of spiritual treasures long ago, and the conditions would not be so harsh that I could only make cakes to satisfy my hunger.
In addition, those with weak cultivation may be tempted after seeing the power of top-level Taoist soldiers, but they must consider their own lives.
He left Huanghu behind, 'exposed' his identity and power on such an important occasion, and fought to the death with Yu Haoming...
It's a plan!
However, it was just as Meng Zhi worried.
What if you lose.
Does Tu Shanjun say he won't lose? Does that mean he won't lose?
Is he a god or a fairy?
If he can control everything, then how did the previous banner master die?
Mengzhi continued: "Master, we can survive this!"
"Yes."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
Meng Zhi will risk his life for his own fame, fortune and future, but will not completely trust others.
This is one of them.
Secondly, Meng Zhi has not yet understood that Yu Haoming may be an arrogant person and will keep his promise and withdraw from the formation. What if it is another enemy? Will he have to think about whether he should fight for his life or not at that time?
Now that I have the opportunity to fight against the Mountain Sage, I shouldn’t miss it...
Tushanjun sighed.
He really didn't want to miss it, but he didn't know how to persuade Meng Zhi.
No matter how much you gain in the end, it will always be linked to your life.
Seeing that the green-faced ghost was no longer going on, Yu Haoming became furious and yelled: "What do you mean?"
"Take action!"
Yu Haoming clearly felt the crisis just now. It was a kind of terrifying pressure. It was like even if he possessed the power of a saint and could use the mountain realm, he would not necessarily be a terrifying opponent.
However, before he could face it head on, the terror he had just nurtured gradually disappeared, and the entire formation completely switched from offense to defense.
It seemed that he was determined to delay him for half an hour.
"good!"
"If you don't take action, I will smash this formation to pieces!"
Yu Haoming opened his mouth and spat out a jade slip as if he was irritated.
…
"not good!"
Yu Haofeng's expression changed drastically.
He could handle it calmly just now.
If Yu Haoming is really allowed to sacrifice the jade slips, he will definitely not be able to stop it.
That thing is the magical power of the ancestors. Once it is used, Meng Zhi will definitely die without a burial place.
"Seventh brother, stop!"
A tall figure in a platinum robe broke into the formation and stopped Yu Haoming, who wanted to sacrifice the treasure.
"Second brother."
Yu Haoming grabbed the jade slip and stared at Yu Haofeng with a gloomy look: "What does brother mean?"
"It's true that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple."
"Seventh brother, just betray your brother to save face."
"This boy is my brother's son-in-law."
"Which second brother's daughter?"
"this……"
The second update will be later.
This chapter has been completed!