Suddenly.

Tu Shanjun suddenly threw the soul banner in his hand upwards.

The soul banner penetrated into the clouds like a dragon and disappeared. At this time, hundreds of thousands of Yin God formations had been activated, and the ghost kings in the ten directions all made seals, and the small banner in their hands turned into about a foot and stood behind them.

"start!"

Hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers were surrounded by them, and thousands of rampant generals were accompanied.

Tushanjun, who was flying in the air and setting up a formation, flew with his clothes, like an emperor from the underworld, commanding thousands of troops and sending heavenly soldiers and generals.

Taiyi Zhenjun was so shocked that he was beyond shock.

Ordinary monks will indeed capture a lot of guardian gods to help themselves better perform magical magic that requires long-term chanting of mantras and twisting techniques.

Just like his mechanical puppet, he is essentially a kind of guardian god.

Of course, there are still many monks who are extremely confident in their strength and feel that offering and protecting Dharma consumes a lot of resources, so they will not be able to maintain these Dharma protectors.

Generally, most monks who can afford to protect the Dharma are either rich or noble.

You should know that the guardian not only needs strong cultivation, but also has outstanding physical skills.

Not to mention that there are not many creatures willing to be other people's guardians, just saying that the system of magical powers and spiritual treasures are not affordable by ordinary monks.

However, like this.

The Yin Gods in the sky took action together, and the formation was as complete as one from the outside to the inside. Even the knowledgeable Zhenjun of Taiyi widened his eyes in surprise. Perhaps only those sects that drive away gods and control ghosts and protect the spirit demons can achieve it.

Taiyi Zhenjun couldn't help but murmured: "I didn't expect that this time has come, and I can still obtain such a spiritual treasure. God treats me well. It's a pity... It's a pity..."

Xu shook hands, and the black Taoist robe on Tu Shanjun's body suddenly turned into a large system used in the ceremony, and the ten illusory small banners behind him slowly condensed into shape.

Yang Zongchen, who was trapped in the formation, sacrificed countless spiritual talismans and turned into flame flowers to guard him. He led the fire phoenix into his body and allowed his breath to climb to the late stage of the Nascent Soul, without fearing the evil spirits and evil spirits gathered by Tushanjun at all.

"Just relying on these useless cannon fodder, even if it really builds a large formation, I can still break it with my strength!" Yang Zongchen shouted, and the two-hand seal technique formed a group, and the body protection ring wheel and the attacking sun wheel were merged into one.

"Yanghuo Thousand Wheels."

The moment the palms merged, the sun wheel merged into one, transformed into thousands of phantoms, attacking towards the four directions of the formation, from heaven to earth.

The sun wheel attached to the sun flame pierced the black fog in front of you like the sharpest light in the world.

Every sun wheel is real.

Although they cannot be compared with the complete body, they are far beyond ordinary magic weapons. If they are ordinary formations, they may be broken by this thousand wheel in an instant.

Moreover, with the blessing of Yang Zongchen's strength, the same-level cultivator is definitely not his opponent.

At this time, Yang Zongchen had not used his true intention and the Dharma domain used in the bottom of the box.

The territory of the Nascent Soul monk will only be even more terrifying.

Tu Shanjun, who was holding the soul banner in Xu, said in a deep voice: "I am worthy of being a Nascent Soul Cultivator of the Tianyang Shenzong in the Great Realm of the East Wilderness. It is indeed as powerful as the rumored one."

Speaking of this, he remembered the experiences and experiences of the great Eastern Wilderness that Old Monster Jing told him.

It is true that the old monster Jing ended up cheating him, but the inheritance and knowledge given to him by the professors were not adulterated at all. Because of this, Mr. Tushan was able to be at ease in fighting with the monks of the Tianyang Shenzong.

"What!" Yang Zongchen's expression was shaking. His Yang Fire Thousand Wheel only broke through the black fog and stopped the wind in the formation. Even the hole that had just been torn was recovering in an instant, which was not enough for him to escape.

Tushanjun pulled out the banner on his back and threw it into the sky.

"cut!"

As the small banner entered the formation, the fog and wind blew, and countless swords and weapons were everywhere. Yang Zongchen, who was deeply trapped in the formation, supported his body protection magic weapon and burst out with pure golden light.

However, what he couldn't believe was that his body protection magic weapon was shattered by the tangible instruments, axes, hooks, forks, swords, guns, swords, steles, bells, monuments, coffins..., and even the light that burst out from his body flashed and darkened.

"This..." Yang Zongchen was shocked.

"Destroy!"

When the second small flag was thrown out, the gray mist seemed to flood him like a tide.

The fog was like a maggot with bones, drilling into his flesh, blood, meridians, and dantian. When he saw the Nascent Soul of Dantian, he rushed forward as if he was looking for a target.

The original spiritual Nascent Soul seemed to have no resistance, and the golden light was covered with a layer of darkness as a whole, and the original spirituality seemed to be blocked and imprisoned.

"decline!"

The third small flag.

Yang Zongchen was surprised to find himself panting.

The robe on his body appeared stains, and his body, which was originally like Jingli, became turbid, and he felt sweating profusely just by driving the magic power and the sun wheel to resist.

"Ah." Yang Zongchen raised his head and yelled.

The Nine-Yang Crown on his head immediately shattered, his head full of blonde hair dancing wildly, but he ushered in a large area of ​​withering, turning golden white, and then he withered like an octogenarian.

There was an unspeakable odor coming out from him.

Yang Zongchen activated his magic power, and the smell became much weaker, and even the signs of decay on his body were rapidly weakening. A look of inconsistent panic finally appeared in his eyes.

This formation does not look like a paper, but it really has extraordinary power.

He looked up at the formation eye, which was where Tu Shanjun was. If he wanted to leave the formation, he would have to attack the formation eye before taking the opportunity to escape.

Otherwise, if he continues to spend time with the formation, he may be refined and killed in this killing formation.

"Five shines of the sky."

"Fire Phoenix."

"Burn the true meaning of heaven."

"exhaust!"

Tushanjun once again used a strange dance to activate the formation and threw out the fourth small banner.

The fourth small flag penetrated Yang Zongchen's body, and he could not stop it, as if the thing was not real at all, nor was it a spiritual attack.

Yang Zongchen, who was about to activate his magic power, found that his magic power was evaporating greatly, his meridians withered, and his qi and blood were exhausted. This scene reminded him of his breakthrough in the Nascent Soul with the peak of the Golden Pill, and the same was true when facing the heavenly tribulation.

His body was hunched unconsciously, his dry skin was against his bones, and he was panting every time he moved, like an old man who was about to die.

Except for the spiritual treasure and fire phoenix who are still protecting their bodies, everything else has disappeared.

What's even more terrifying is that his skin has grown brown spots of different sizes, and the spots exuded a strong odor.

Taiyi Zhenjun was stunned and found out that what Tushanjun said was not false or killing at all, but the formation of this set up as he said.

Moreover, the fourth banner was just pulled out.

On Tushanjun's back, there were six small banners that were not used.

Only using four poles had already suppressed the mid-stage cultivators of the Tianyang Shenzong. If they were to use them all, wouldn't that be... Taiyi Zhenjun shook his head and threw out the unrealistic ideas in his mind.

In the past, there were not enough ghost kings in the Soul Banner, so they used less power. The three poles they used were also the three powerful categories, which were "Wind, Fire, Thunder".

Now, the Ten Directions Ghost Kings can be replaced in rotation and have sufficient magical support. How could Tushan Jun not use other magical powers of the killing formation? Just using wind, fire, and thunder may not necessarily suppress Yang Zongchen.

Pull the fifth small flag.

"die!"

A cold and grand voice rang out.

Tushanjun threw out the small banner in his hand.

The small banner passed by the sun wheel of the body protection and penetrated into Yang Zongchen's eyebrows. Yang Zongchen, who could still use magic, immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, with a dead aura all over his body, and even his body had no chance of vitality.

"Kill?" Taiyi Zhenjun was still in shock and never came back to his senses.

He didn't expect that a genius from the Tianyang Shenzong fell in the hands of Tushanjun. Tushanjun was only a spirit of weapon at most. If you say this, it would cause a stir in the world of cultivation.

Tu Shanjun, who looked solemn, shook his head and said, "Not yet, Tianyang Shenzong has another secret technique that can seek life in death, return from Nirvana like a fire phoenix, and simulate such a magical technique..."

"I didn't expect Zi Daoxu even told you such a secret." A voice interrupted Tu Shanjun's words.

The two of them looked in the voice.

Yang Zongchen, who was already dead in the middle of the formation, swept away the haze on his body. Not only did his breath become stronger, but even the various strange images that were imposed by the formation quickly faded away.

Tushanjun looked calm.

He didn't know it from Zi Daoxu, but told him that there were other people who were knowledgeable about Tianyang Shenzong.

However, he didn't say much or explain that even if Yang Zongchen paid the price to use the secret technique, as long as the formation was not destroyed, Yang Zongchen would have to die in the formation.

"You can force me, Yang Zongchen to such a situation, and use all the two great magical secret techniques of my Shenzong. You are really powerful, don't you know the title of Friend?" Yang Zongchen was full of seriousness and solemn expression.

If he had changed to an ordinary late-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, he could fight with him, but his natural disadvantage in the formation. If he continued to fight with him in the formation, he would only be slowly refined by the killing formation.

Tu Shanjun didn't say a word and pulled out three small banners on his back in a row.

"Your mother!" Yang Zongchen cursed.

He had already tortured him to an inhuman shape after one shot just now. Now that he has gathered three shots, he doesn't care about anything else. The most urgent thing is to save his life.

"Let me make it happen!"

"rise."
To be continued...