Miaohe sneered at the same time.

The Beast King held his shoulders and stood on the head of the tiger snake. His serious expression was a bit unexpected surprise and the decency and arrogance of the sect, and he glanced at the old demon in black robe who was laughing in a hilarious way: "No matter how you laugh, it cannot change the essence of your demon. How slandering it can't shake my heart."

Tu Shanjun, who was slapped his legs and straightened his waist, couldn't help but smile, pointed at the Beast King, and then put down his finger.

He actually knew for a long time that saying so many books is useless.

All words are so pale.

Should you defend yourself?

Actually, it should.

There is no so-called clear ones that are clear ones that are turbid ones that are turbid ones. As long as you do not refute, you will be made into iron canons, which is accustomed to be regarded as admitting what you do.

But Tushanjun doesn't like to defend himself, and he doesn't even like to say more. He prefers to respect fate.

Of course, if he encounters an inhumane demon cultivator, he doesn't mind taking care of it.

It’s not because of doing good deeds or killing demons.

In fact, there is no particularly legitimate reason. The only reason is more private, it should be to vent anger. He was angry at the fate of that year, so he took his anger out of all the demon cultivators.

"My Beast Control Sect regards spirit beasts as brothers, family members, and common destiny. It is no exaggeration to call each other a fellow Taoist. How can you understand the devil who is so soul-sucking and soul-refining, who is heartless and unscrupulous!" The Beast King said loudly, looking at the tiger snake under his feet, and then at the spirit beast armor that is shaped like an army on the battlefield.

"The so-called slavery is even more nonsense."

The only pair of deep but vermilion-like eyes facing him, the eyes were particularly indifferent, and there was no emotional fluctuation. It was as if the master with eyes didn't care whether he refuted or whether he could make sense. It was this attitude that made the anger in the Beast King's heart like sparks fiery.

Then he shouted angrily: "Devil, what else do you have to say!"

"Fellow Daoist Beast King, we have nothing to say about the devil. We cannot obey the devil's way."

The Great True Lord of Miaohe stopped the Beast King from continuing to speak. They could not get involved in the devil's way, and this would fall into the trap of self-certification.

In the past, there are always people who doubt who provides evidence. They cannot prove themselves that they are not devils. This is simply unsolvable because no one is perfect.

In the kung fu, the Nascent Soul monk of Hehuan Sect has already reached Miaohe's side.

Anyone who is not worthy of the Great True Lord did not participate in this roundup.

Similarly, a great true king of the Beast Control Sect also appeared beside the Beast King through the clouds, but his companion beast did not appear. It was obviously a spirit beast with high concealment ability. He regarded it as a weapon on the battlefield and did not show it openly.

Tushanjun looked at the monk who was facing him from afar.

Three peak true lords.

The three great true kings of the Nascent Soul.

There are six in total.

Under the dark fog, Tushanjun stretched out his muscles and bones.

Since he doesn't like nonsense, why should he talk more to the monks of Hehuan Sect and the Beast Control Sect? He didn't want to destroy their mood in just a few words, nor did he mock the two sects, but he just wanted to get time to recover from his injuries. This boundless evil spirit must be absorbed by him.

"I can't tell any famous sayings, so I can use the simplest way to decide the winner!"

"There is no need to talk about morality with the devil."

"kill!"

The six weakest monks, who are also the Great True Lord, surrounded Tushanjun, and the protective energy emitted a different light. Each aura was taken out to defeat one side. With such strength, even if you set up a sect, you can slowly become a sect in Xingluohai.

They undoubtedly represent Xingluo's top combat power.

Fortunately, Dazhen Lord was the first to take action.

The speed of the seal is like a flying geese passing through a gap, forming a seal that picks up the emperor and calls the magic, and the breath and magic power around the body are evaporated.

A baby's head appeared behind Yuki Jin. Under the urging of magic, the baby's head turned into more than ten feet, and most of its body did not crawl out of the magic circle. It just gathered two fleshy little hands and placed them on the side of its mouth.

Make a shouting look.

Then, a terrifying fluctuation gathered in front of the baby's open mouth.

"The Heavenly Ghost's Scare and Killing Technique!"

The magic patterns on the body are flashing and flowing.

"disease."

An obscure column of light burst out.

The target was the black-robed and blue-faced old demon surrounded by the center.

Once such a powerful magic was used, the aura of heaven and earth seemed to collapse into a moment, and at that moment it condensed into a soldier's edge and turned into light and slashed out. The sky suddenly became divided into two halves, and even the black, gloomy mist that was evaporated in front of me was torn apart and swept to both sides.

This move was amazingly fast, and with his great master's strength, even the peak great master might not be able to take it. Even if this person's strength is extraordinary, he can use the Heavenly Ghost Shocking and Killing Technique to create opportunities for a group of fellow Taoists.

Just as he thought, the old demon in the green face did not hide or avoid it, and even the protective energy was not supported.

Looking back, I saw the light beam shining in the scarlet eyes.

Before the great Lord of Xunjin was happy, he only saw that the impacting light column seemed to have encountered some obstacle. In the air, it turned into starlight and was dispersed by the fog. The fog pushed away by the magic was like a wave head hitting it like a tide. There was no loud sound or a stirring scene. His magic disappeared, and even the huge baby phantom and magic array disappeared.

"It's the wind!"

"wind?"

The Lord of the Great Master of Lucky raised his head in surprise and felt the breeze blowing on his face.

He did not dare to be negligent at all, nor did he dare to support himself in front of a peak master whom a great elder thought was difficult. The protective energy was like a blue light shield, wrapping his body, tightly fitting, without any mistakes.

However, this wind was like a maggot with bones. The time he met his face, he had already gnawed his body protection light shield, and it might not take long to be penetrated by Feng Xi.

Lucky ban took a step back.

Inexplicably shocked.

Such silent means are indeed unexpected.

No wonder Linzhao was so seriously injured, and he was even sent back to the sect to recuperate.

A glimpse of the leopard can break his magic so simply, but its strength is unfathomable. Such a monk's general methods have long been useless to him.

It made Yukitsu feel a lot of pressure and a terrifying heart arise in his heart.

The Beast King yelled: "Another world!"

Under the seat, the tiger snake opened its mouth and spit out a thick fog, turning into a drowning river in the air, like a spreading river, a wanton flood. In just a moment, it turned this world into the most beneficial to him. His spiritual consciousness opened like a spider web, holding the world that had already been controlled in his hands.

"Another world."

Miaohe didn't watch it, and used his magic power to change the world for a short time.

The true meaning and magical power lingered beside me, and the aura of inspiration has merged into one with the heaven and earth. As the peak of the Great True Lord, the pressure shines on the earth like the bright moon in the sky. However, after the radiance of light bloomed, I don’t know what I suppressed back.

Miaohe looked at Tushanjun with a gloomy expression.

Tu Shanjun curled his lips and raised his hand. A Yuanying Yin God in the distance carried the soul banner, and the soul banner was written on it:

‘Extreme.’

The ten soul banners of the Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Formation each represent a great magical technique.

These ten soul banners are not a progressive relationship, but a circular and equality. Only when combined together can they be a complete ten-sided ghost king formation. The magic of this small banner is "Jedi Tiantong".

The monks in the formation cannot use their magic power to immerse the world. The world in the formation is like a slash from the heaven and earth, becoming a ghost creature with no power or support at all. Even if there is more magic power and no heaven and earth to borrow, how can they exert the power of changing the world?

"No, I can't sense it in his formation..."

"Fellow Taoist is right, we miscalculated!"

"Was he not lying to us to join the formation?"

"Don't panic."

"Even if his formation is so powerful, as long as the cultivator who presides over the formation dies, the formation will collapse without attack! Since it is impossible to use the magical power of changing the world, use the true meaning!" Miaohe Dazhenjun said calmly, the inspiration of the magical power of true meaning has turned into infinite silk threads, and the invisible silk threads appeared again next to Tushanjun like shackles.

"The true meaning of the beast soul!"

The beast king roared, and phantoms appeared on the drowning river, and milky white beast tendons with blood-colored spots appeared in their hands, like a willow branch stretching out, hanging on the old demon in the blue-faced and black robe. The two of them seemed to want to replicate the scene of the scene where Tu Shanjun was seriously injured.

Tushanjun did not dodge or avoid, and let the true intention attack. He even let the beast tendons tie up his body. However, this time, his arms were like spinning wheels, but he turned his arms. The shadow of the ghost standing above the drowning river could no longer hold on to the beast tendons, and was dragged by the old demon and splashed.

"Plop!"

Countless shadows of the ghosts stir up waves.

The Beast King looked back and waved his hand to disperse a shadow of the ghost, replacing the shadow with the tense beast tendons. The magic power of the rainbow surged. At this moment, it seemed as if thousands of beast souls were roaring together. A faint golden pattern appeared on his body, and the Beast King's body soared to eight feet before he could barely stop.

Peng.

"All beasts return to their hearts!"

Countless rushing shadows of the ghost turned the long tendons into star tracks, like a tide of beasts coming, sprinkling them down, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Tushanjun.

It is said that it is an attack of ghosts, but in fact it is a magic attack.

It's like a hundred ghosts walking at night with the soul banner.

Those ghosts that look like beast souls are not real, otherwise Tushan would have opened his bloody mouth and used the true intention of devouring souls to turn the ghosts that come to the door into the resources of the soul-respecting banner.

In fact, not to mention that these ghosts are not real, even the ghosts drowning in Hanoi are not real. They have long become digested by tigers and snakes and become part of the true meaning.
To be continued...