"But, is that power really yours?" The speaker made a sword finger with his index finger and middle finger.

Slash out with one sword.

There was no slightest pressure, and I only felt the breeze blowing on my face.

Just like the spring breeze, it makes people feel comfortable.

Tushanjun was shocked to find that his hundred-foot Dharma body was collapsing, as if it was eroded by the wind and rain for thousands of years.

It was like a wild god who had separated from the worship of the people and his own incense temple, slowly withering under the erosion of the long river of time.

Is that time?

No, that's still the wind.

It's just a wind for too long.

The sword intent is like the wind, and it will not give Tu Shanjun any time to react.

"Are you still strong enough without that body that does not belong to you?" A voice came slowly, and an old man wearing a dark gold robe and above five feet tall appeared in front of Tushanjun.

The body of energy was converging and not revealing its drip, not as sharp as a seal.

The old man had an ordinary face, only his eyes, as bright as stars.

Tushanjun, who was the body of the Ghost King, was silent.

The fangs hidden in his mouth for a long time were no longer scruples, with violent auras everywhere, and black and red lines surrounded him like ripples: "Without that kind of power blessing, I am still strong."

"Let me see the most peak combat power of Sunset Mountain."

As he said that, the demon ape set up his boxing.

The black and red steam is like the smoke from the birds and cooks after burning incense.

Stepping on the Dou and Stepping on the Gang, complex inscriptions emerged at the feet of Tushanjun.

Without mountains and rivers, without people, without incense and fire, and without the power of a dojo, would he have no power?

He still has himself.

He stripped away the people of Daheishan 100,000 miles away, demons and monsters in the territory, and removed the title of the true king of Daheishan. He was just Tushan Jun, the main soul evil ghost who died under the hands of the demon cultivator and became the magic weapon of the soul honoring banner.

Today, it’s time for the evil ghost to show his fangs.

The old man in the dark gold robe couldn't help but smile and asked, "If you don't use magic weapons, just use a pair of flesh fists?"

Tushanjun said: "I am the strongest magic weapon."

The old man shook his head slightly and sighed: "Young man, so proud!"

Seeing the magic power consumed by the maintenance of the Ghost King's body at the Liuliu Ghost King, Tushanjun knew that he could not wait, and his fist intention and the true intention of the demon ape in the sea of ​​consciousness could not wait.

The old ape in the sea of ​​consciousness stood firmly on his body, and his kind-eyed and kind-eyed face showed ferociousness.

The monkey is violent, even if he puts on a cassock for him.

If you don’t have violence in your heart, how can you use the violence in your hands?

Tu Shanjun clenched his blue-gray ghost hand.

With one temptation and another, the world where the Ghost King was located had fallen into darkness. In the sky, only the scattered figure walking in the air was left, and ten small blue-black flags with scarlet edges were flying behind them.

The gathering of cyclones turned into howling winds.

The unruly scarlet and red hair was dispersed freely.

The full moon is like a bow.

The torrent of mana turns into boxing seals and condenses on the mouth of the fist.

Tushanjun knew that even if this punch was made, he would not necessarily win.

Because the old man who appeared now was very strong, it was a kind of power that moistened things silently. With just one sword, he broke his incense temple and cut off the hundred-foot Dharma body behind him.

However, since the practice, there is a battle that is completely sure.

Even if you lose, you have to punch.

...

Nie Quanjiu, who was staring at the sky in the formation, slowly stood up.

Nie Quanjiu, who was in charge of the formation, moved, and the Blue-Eyed Ghost King suddenly noticed it, and the voice transmission roared in an instant: "Old Ghost Nie, you are crazy, the king has not been defeated yet, how dare you leave the formation at this time?"

"The king said that if there is any sign of defeat, a Jindan monk will go to the Ghost King Hall to raise the things left by the king. There is still a glimmer of life."

The Blue-Eyed Ghost King gritted his teeth: "Then he will most likely die, the king said."

As if to increase the weight of his words, the Blue-Eyed Ghost King immediately added: "The King will not lie to us."

Queen Ye Ling lowered her voice: "The sword cultivator from Sunset Mountain said that she would spare our lives."

Nie Quanjiu looked back at the two men.

He sneered and laughed disdainfully.

Then, he sorted out his clothes, tied up his loose hair, spitted out a few mouthfuls and raised his scattered hair, but his slightly hunched body was extremely tall at this time.

Stop and said, "I am a scholar, different from the demons like you."

The Blue-Eyed Ghost King cursed: "Old Ghost Nie, you fucking..."

...

Just as Tu Shanjun was about to punch, a palm fell on his shoulder.

A generous and gentle voice rang beside Tu Shanjun: "Shanjun, you are no match for this old guy, so I'd better come on."

Tushanjun did not say anything more, dissipated his energy and extinguished the magical powers of the Ghost King. He broke away with a pole of the illusory flag on his body, turned into black streaming light, and finally returned to silence at the main peak of Daheishan.

The sacrificial armor robe faded away, his body shrank, and he returned to his original appearance of more than seven feet.

"There is 30% left." Tu Shanjun sighed in his heart.

Such a large amount of mana consumption is comparable to that on the way to Chiwu Sect. Now, the 35% of mana consumed is only enough for him to give a punch and condense a punch with all his strength.

Without the blessing of the Ghost King in the world, Tushanjun's cultivation level quickly fell.

From the original peak of foot, I returned to the late stage of the Golden Pill, my body was locked in my energy without wasting any magic power.

True Man Yuyan, who was standing beside Tushanjun, exclaimed: "Your boxing technique has already taken shape, and the foundation is solid enough. Unfortunately, you have experienced too little, so although the boxing is intentional, it has not touched the truth, which is not enough to become your capital for success."

"Rebirth: The Great Era of Fighting the Waves"

Maybe it was because I saw Tushanjun’s doubts.

Zhenren Yuyan explained again: "In the same realm, most people are rarely your opponents, but in the eyes of monks who touch the Tao, your boxing techniques are still moves."

"This is the key to his ability to easily resolve your boxing skills."

Tushanjun asked, "What is touching the way?"

"You should have the Golden Elixir Dharma Domain, which is the Tao of cultivation. Fist, sword, sword, Taoist, and magic... are things that support you to develop your cultivation. You can only understand how to enter the Tao yourself, and others cannot help you."

...

Sensing the aura fluctuations on the Tianji Sword, Zhuang Hai said in surprise: "Senior Brother is here?"

And the young Jindan, who seemed to be a junior seal, had not yet come back to his senses from the battle just now.

He never thought that such a scene would happen. Although both senior brothers raised their evaluation of the Ghost King of the Great Heishan Mountain, he actually didn't care.

There are many Jindan monks in this world, and there are not many who have entered the late stage, but it is not easy to achieve those at the peak of Jindan.

There are not many peaks of golden elixirs in the entire Little Wilderness Realm.

What shocked him even more was the magical powers of the True King of Daheishan, which were unheard of.

"Sure enough, he held back." Lei Wuji sighed.

At that time, this idea emerged in his mind, but it was too shocking. A golden elixir suddenly appeared, even losing the two sword masters of Sunset Mountain, but they still held back.

If you say this, not only is it famous in the Little Wilderness Realm, it is enough to cause huge waves in the world of cultivation, and no one will even believe it.

The only statement is that the other party comes from outside the domain.

Looking at the Taoist Dharma now, Lei Wuji is even more sure of this conjecture. This person must be the true teaching of the major sects outside the domain, otherwise he would not have such cultivation and strength.

The old man in the dark gold robe did not interrupt the words of Zhenyan. He saw Zhenyan's eyes coming, and then he said sarcastically: "You old man who is not dead is not dead yet, which is really disappointing."

The true man of the Yin Yan said seriously: "Jiang Tianfeng, Daheishan is an alliance of my Yangcheng." "The sects under the Sunset Mountain crossed the border and caused more than 3,000 deaths. The disaster of destroying the sect was caused by one's own fault."

"Even if you move to the Xiaohuangdi Sect's Proposal, there is no reason for you to get it back."

The old man in the dark gold robe snorted coldly: "The dignity of the sect cannot be violated. Since you are standing beside him, you Zi Daoxue, let me see the ability of being the number one person under the Nascent Soul of the Small Wilderness Realm."

Tu Shanjun was a little surprised. This was the first time he knew the name of Zhenyan.

This is not surprising. Zi Shaoqing was adopted and must have followed the surname of Yu Yan.

The Shi Yan Zhenren was still calm: "The sword master on the first peak of Sunset Mountain, Jifeng Zhenren, I have long wanted to ask for advice."

Then he looked back and said, "Mr. Shan, I'm sure."
To be continued...