Tushanjun's escape speed is amazing, even if Tushan Jinghong uses all his strength to activate the escape technique, he will definitely not be able to catch up.

The late-stage cultivator of the Wanfa Sect who was chasing him was also very difficult to chase him. Fortunately, Thousand Miles of Thunder Clouds pointed out the direction for him, otherwise he would probably lose him.

The cloud of thunder tribulation that stretches for thousands of miles is a good beacon.

The master said that he would catch up not only for magic weapons, but also to see if the thunder tribulation would affect the world.

However, when Changshui Zhenren looked at this route, it felt something was wrong. This was not going to the world, but it seemed to go to a more uninhabited place.

Without thinking too much, he activated his magic power to continue to follow.

As time goes by, Tu Shanjun's expression becomes a little more visible and gloomy.

It’s not that the thunder clouds above are about to fall, but that the thunder clouds have not yet fallen, and are still condensing, extending from the original thousand miles to the thousand two hundred miles, and continue to condense.

Tu Shanjun could clearly feel that there was a faint aura between the world locking him. This aura was very weak, but it seemed like it was tied to the body and could not be removed.

Another quarter of an hour.

Thunder clouds above accumulated 1,800 miles.

Tushanjun could no longer fly away because the thunder cloud had an arc of electric power falling from above and struck him in a winding and twisting manner. Although the arc was very small, it also means that the thunder cloud was almost accumulated.

"It should be OK here."

Instead of continuing to run, he began to set up a formation.

"here it is……"

The Changshui Zhenren looked at the boundary marker in surprise. This was the junction between the Blood Evil Sect and the Ziba Sect. It was only a million miles away from the Blood Evil Sect. It was not very far for the Great Master who was about to overcome the tribulation at the peak of the Golden Pill.

If the person who passed the tribulation was a little more ruthless, he would run directly above the Blood Evil Sect's mountain gate, and he would probably bring in the entire Blood Evil Sect.

However, no one who is still rational and still has hope will do this.

The thunder tribulation may not necessarily kill the disciples of the sect.

They had powerful monks who took action and had a large formation that could stand for thousands of years to resist, but the monks who brought the thunder tribulation would inevitably die in the superposition of the thunder tribulation.

If a person who survives the tribulation dies, the thunder clouds in the sky will also disappear.

But this is indeed a good place.

The border area between the three directions of the Zi Ba Sect, the Blood Evil Sect, and the Netherworld.

It goes deep into the southeast and has no secular people to live in.

And on the other end of the underworld.

The black soil everywhere here is not suitable for ordinary people to survive. Even demon cultivators and ghost cultivators dislike the poor resources here.

Tushanjun is not taking care of ordinary people.

The Jindan of Wanfa Sect behind him will handle these things well.

With the strength of his Jindan Master, it is not difficult to explore the spiritual sense for thousands of miles. How many ordinary people can live within a thousand miles?

This is the territory of the Demon Sect, so he came.

Tushanjun has already prepared a lot of evil spirits after the thunder tribulation.

He chose a mountain, cut down the branch of the big banyan tree in the soul banner as a consumable, buried it into the peaks beside him, and talismans flew out of the storage bag and stuck it in an orderly manner.

Taking out the thirty-six tokens, Tushanjun used his mana to activate the token in his hand.

The token suddenly turned into a thirty-six-meter-high Red Heavenly Powerful Soldier, falling at thirty-six positions, using the Red Heavenly Powerful Soldier to connect the formation and serve as the base node of the array.

He made an altar with clay, landed the soul banner in his hand on the high altar, and directed the Red Heavenly Powers to perfect the formation.

The real person Changshui, who was watching from afar, was amazed and widened his eyes.

This man was really pleasing to the eye, but in a short while, he had already set up a large defensive formation that he couldn't even see.

Although he couldn't understand what the formation was, he could understand the power of the formation only by feeling the aura of the formation.

"No wonder this person disdained the protection he said. It turned out that there was such a method." Changshui Zhenren was amazed. He did not come forward to disturb him, and stood in the clouds two thousand miles away from afar.

Tu Shanjun, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, pinching his fingers. He wanted to set up a large formation that would support ten thousand ghosts, evolve into the shape of the five elements of the Tiangang, use the turbid air of all ghosts to make thick soil, and then supplemented with the Ten Directions Ghost King as the core.

With the support of a large formation, he will gain a lot of opportunities.

Moreover, the huge evil aura he brought out from the cave heaven has not been digested yet, and it is still transforming the soul banner, and the entire soul banner is filled with majestic evil aura.

Not to mention the incense tree that was uprooted by him, it contains only a lot of evil spirits.

Shen Shi.

The breeze is coming.

Black clouds stacked.

The ten thousand thunder gathered above the formation.

Tiny arcs fell from above, falling on the light shield of the large array, sparking a flash of inspiration, and causing the bursting Mars to splash around.

The rolling thunder sounded like the sound of drums from ancient times, and the heavy hammers were hit, as if it was connected to Tushanjun's heart.

Only hear...

Plop, plop!

The heart was beating vigorously, and the flow of qi and blood made the body stick a light red color.

The magic power in the dantian surged to the limbs and bones.

Chi Xuan's body is very powerful, and the magic power in his body is also sufficiently condensed and thick. In addition, the pills used to extract magic power have never stopped, so the magic power of his body has been maintained at a level of 80% or 90%.

When he gave up his body, the mana power in his body was almost 90%.

Tushanjun raised his head and whistled: "God!"

"Come on."

I don’t know if it was the brewing end or the offense of Tu Shanjun’s harsh words, an electric arc above exploded, and then a thunder beam of lightning as thick as a bucket slashed out from the thunder clouds squeezed by the sky.

Boom!!

The light column impacted the light shield and let the light shield cover the light shield roll down.

"Get up."

Tu Shanjun waved the flag in his hand, and the shadow of the ghost king in the ten directions turned into a black flag and fell on the formation base. The black light from the ten directions spread to the thirty-six red heavenly powerhouses. The red heavenly powerhouses raised their heads one after another, and patterns gathered in the palms.

A series of light columns rose, as if the melting columns were solidified in the air.

Tu Shanjun on the high altar turned the phantom soul banner in his hand, and the black fog filled the clouds and turned into clouds to face the clouds above.

Boom.

The dark clouds in the sky burst into another thunder.

At this time, the thunder beam had become a little thicker than the water tank. The sharp and anxious breath squeezed the air aside, forming a circle of clouds and mist wrapped around the thunder beam.

The soul banner behind Tushanjun flew high, as if it was thundering, carrying the thunderous blow. A few electric arcs appeared on the soul banner, and the surface of the soul banner also became much more charred.

"This thunder tribulation is the most dignified, but I don't know that such an aura will also produce evil spirits." Tu Shanjun spoke while pinching the method of refining weapons in his hand.

He wanted to refine weapons with thunder tribulation to quickly digest the huge evil energy absorbed.

These two thunders were not irresistible, so Tushanjun thought of letting the soul banner absorb some of the thunder power first.

The magic weapon shines brightly, and the charred half-charred banners are quickly woven under the repair of evil spirits. The newly woven banners are obviously different from the old ones, with a faint simplicity in their thick breath.

The original light is much inferior to the new light.

It's like the original mottled and impure color slowly purifying.

Tushanjun sat in the altar, and his magic power activated his magic weapon and felt the transformation of the magic weapon.

Look up again.

The third thunder is already comparable to a house.

The fourth path.

The fifth path.

...

The soul banner was no longer intact, the surface of the banner was charred and the main pole was broken. Tushanjun's Yin Shen was a little confused by the thunder, his ears buzzed, and his whole head was covered in a cloud of paste.

"Don't resist it any more."

Tushanjun recalled the soul banner above.

At this time, the Changshui Zhenren, who was two thousand miles away, had already opened his mouth wide in surprise. He was shocked by the dazzling thunder. His eyes burst out and were hurt by the pricks. His spiritual sense was dispersed, and the Yin God felt shocked.

Unexpectedly, the black banner could withstand five thunders without breaking, but it just looked beyond recognition and did not break itself.

The thunder in the world is nine extremes, and half of it has been gone.

The sixth thunder.

At this time, the thunder had condensed into the shape of a dragon.
To be continued...