Chapter 897: The Band of Calamity

The ghost king on stage shook the long banner in his hand.

The ancient pillar of heaven standing in front of him was shocked.

The evil spirit pours out like a vast ocean, stirring up layers of clouds and waves in the return wind.

The array of ghost soldiers walking on it was like clouds, like an endless tide of black armor, until the black and red aura passed over like a high-rise royal flag.

"Use my true spiritual energy of the Heavenly Evil, I will go up to the sky and fall to the yellow spring."

The Red-haired Ghost King stood in front of the three armies, reciting spells and pinching magical powers.

The palm formation creation.

Thousands of ghost soldiers surrounded and millions of Yin generals accompanied.

The banners of the ten directions were raised from the end of the great world of heaven.

Shocking!

A while.

Hair moves slightly.

The red-haired ghost king's eyes flashed with strange colors, and he murmured softly: "Is it... the banner moved?"

The golden ‘blood’ pierced the clouds above.

Drop down.

Tag.

A bloody idea was shattered in front of Tushanjun.

Immediately afterwards.

Crazy.

It was a sudden rain.

The black and red dirty fog was whipping hard like a mad waterfall.

Tushanjun, who was in charge of tens of millions of soldiers, slowly raised his head.

He just let the rain wash away, without any slightest desire to support the body and protect his body. He just raised the small banner representing the military talisman in his hand, controlled thousands of troops and piled up the waves that climbed into the blue sky.

It was obviously just an immortal weapon transformed by thunder and an Yin God in the Great Realm of the Demonic Aura. When they were fighting together, they burst out with an unimaginable aura of inspiration, as if two armies were really fighting.

He could clearly hear the shouts and smell the choking blood.

"The Great Thunder Tribulation of Heaven and Earth!"

The thunder soldiers and generals staring at the distance, those figures gathered by lightning.

Tushanjun used to think that the thunder tribulation should be in the shape of a thunderbolt.

Even if it evolves, it is just a rare beast, a wild tiger and a dragon, and it may also be a elves of heaven and earth.

Later, after reading ancient books and scriptures of the predecessors, I learned that the heavenly tribulation has different shapes, and the most superficial one is thunder.

However, the heavenly tribulation is not constant. It is said that many monks will encounter thunder tribulations that have never been recorded. At present, Tushanjun feels like this.

God then descended the Thunder Soldiers and the Thunder Soldiers, as if they were to completely annihilate his millions of ghost soldiers.

However, no matter how disaster was, Tu Shanjun's expression remained unchanged, and he had completely opened the formation of the ten directions.

The killing formation is like an eternal rotating flesh and blood milling plate, strangling all existences who attempt to break the formation.

Even if it is the mine tribulation that wants to overturn and tear him apart.

"This is?"

"Soldier formation!"

Xun Yi's expression changed drastically.

As the current Taoist son of the Hundred Schools and the successor of the next palace master, he is from the same lineage.

The Hundred Schools of the Academies said to be various schools of thought, but in fact, the twelve schools are the most prosperous, among which the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are the leaders, including Dharma, Yin and Yang, Miscellaneous, Novels,...agriculturalism, military sects.

There is no order in its ranking.

Xun Yixiang is from Taoism.

However, today he saw a monk who looked more like a military clan than the successor of the military clan.

"The evolution of a large formation with millions of ghost soldiers is indeed far better..."

Xun Yi looked at the school's residence while murmured.

If you gather your great power in this way, the monk who is the master of the Soul Banner, will have the support of the soul banner.

He can drive thousands of troops alone.

If you want to kill the Lord of the Soul Banner, you will undoubtedly be assassinating the King of the King.

It is indeed much better than placing troops and dispatching monks.

It should be noted that most monks have their own ideas. Many times, even if their cultivation level is one level higher, they cannot be able to completely obey the lower-level monks.

Not to mention that many monks cannot understand the head coach's thoughts. Once there are too many people, they will be in chaos. If there is no chaos, they will be in trouble, and instead they will become a drag.

However, this method will harm the sky.

Too much killing is not done by a gentleman.

Because it saves time and effort, it requires others to trust their lives, so what is the difference between it and the devil?

"How could it be so loud?!" Chu Kuang looked at the master beside him in confusion.

He asked, "It seems that the Holy Tribulation is not like this. An elder who returned to the school last time passed the tribulation and passed it was a thunder dragon swallowing the sky and destroying thousands of miles. Why did his thunder tribulation turn into human form?"

The thunder soldiers faintly revealed an extraordinary aura, and because of the same origin, it was like a spreading thunder net. Not to mention the peak of the God Transformation, I am afraid that ordinary saints would either die or be injured when facing this thing, and they could not bear such a thunder catastrophe.

"The teacher will definitely survive the thunder tribulation."

Yu Linglong's wonderful eyes flowed, but with a little worry.

As her eyes unfolded, there were more guards from many geniuses.

Her strength is indeed not weak, but compared with these long-standing monsters, there is still a big gap, not to mention the elder brother "Yu Lingguan" mentioned.

That is the well-deserved Daozi of the Yu family. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next patriarch of the Yu family.

"It is comparable to the heavenly punishment of the ancient great saint who passed the tribulation, even the thunder and lightning turned into human form to attack."

Yang Xingtian's eyes burst out from divine light and said loudly: "It is worthy of being a treasure of the spirit of the weapon!"

However, the more he was, the more excited he felt.

If the instrument spirit treasure was not strong enough, he would not have appeared here at all. He just wanted the momentum of the heavenly tribulation to grow again. Only in this way can it show the horror of the instrument spirit treasure and shows that the Taoist sons are not false.

...

Jump to the front of the stage.

Tushanjun looks out.

laugh!

A wisp of smoke and dust emerged from his afterglow.

The black and red immortal eyes turned slightly and glanced at the slight wound on the cheek.

The wound was obviously very small, but it could not be recovered with evil energy. Moreover, the golden thunder suddenly cleared half of his face and flesh.

The soul pain that penetrated deep into the soul made Tu Shanjun look at the thunder above.

At the end of the heavenly thunder, a great golden-armored god formed by the gathering of heavenly tribulation opened his palm and clenched it hard. The Wanjun Thunder was grabbed by him and his palms were gently rubbed, as if the terrifying golden thunder had been rubbed into a sharp arrow by him.

Take a bow and an arrow.

A big hunting bow suddenly turned into a full moon.

The golden moon hangs high, like a clear sky and sun radiating dazzling light.

The golden moon expanded in the void, as if it was about to crush everything and destroy it, turning into dust powder and disappearing into the long river of thunder. With the accumulation of sound, the power of the moonlight was intertwined, and thousands of palaces appeared behind the great god of golden armor.

The great god of golden armor is like stepping on a hunting platform.

It may be inappropriate to call it hunting.

It was more like a beacon fire killing platform.

After the Immortal Slaying Platform, there are large ancient palaces, floating between the sea of ​​clouds, like a projection of the ancient heavenly court, like a real and illusion, making people unable to tell whether it is true or not.

It even made the monk want to go through the air and pursue the end of the long stairs and explore whether there is really a god living there.

The black and red ghost eyes were full of shock.

He didn't expect the thunder tribulation to evolve to this point, and he couldn't help but murmur softly: "Is the thunder tribulation not generated by heaven and earth, but man-controlled? Is it a god or an immortal, or in other words, the palace is just a projection of an illusion, and the real gods actually live in..."

When he looked carefully, his eyes were filled with disappointment.
To be continued...