Tens of millions of soldiers and hundreds of thousands of generals.

The saint shows his power and the Dharma King.

As far as the ninth level of heaven, it falls into the nine-level abyss.

The soldiers are rampant and murderous intent.

The cold and cold atmosphere completely changed the world. As the clanging and shaking, ghost generals were covered with iron masks, and their troops were led into the air and were stained with the boundless blue sky.

Such a strange scene makes the saints silent.

It seems that they did not live in the underworld at all, but in a brilliant sunny world.

Thousands of rampant soldiers were like clouds, surrounded by ghosts.

The ghost kings in all directions each came to their respective royal courts.

On the high platform.

On top of his head, wearing a king's robe, behind Tushanjun are ten small banners, like thousands of troops, thousands of horses, swords and halberds, and his tall and tall body looks like a king among ghosts against the back of the king's robe.

He holds the sun, the moon, the universe, and the world, and the kingdom is named in the turbid and cloudy sky.

Holding a divine weapon in his hand, he stands upright in the sky, and is intimidating the world.

He asked for a long voice: "Fellow Taoist can recognize my formation!"

Thousands of Taoist Techniques and all kinds of magical powers, even if Tushanjun personally uses them, they only exert part of the combat power of the Soul-Sacrifice Banner. Only the killing formation of the Ghost King in the Ten Directions can fully and ultimately exert all the strength of the Soul-Sacrifice Banner.

This is the strongest way of the Soul Banner!

Otherwise, Tushanjun would not have said that he would give him ten saints to live a life-successful saints and holy kings.

If there are really ten pillars of the formation and the powerful ghost king, as long as the banner master can hold on, he may be able to truly refine the king of the great way.

This is the horror of the Soul Banner, which can exert the most extreme power of the Yin God.

The Great Sage of Yanzang hurriedly reminded him: "Be careful, the Heavenly King, this is the killing formation of the ghost kings in the ten directions!"

"There are still some tricks?"

Luo Tianya and the female Saint King exclaimed. They thought they had forced Tushan Jun to exhaust themselves, but they didn't expect that the one who fought with him in the end was just a Three-clear Blood God. Even if they won, it would be no big deal, let alone they were defeated and lost completely.

In their opinion, Tushanjun, who appeared in the real world, would use the secret technique of ascension to immortality and the true body of Dharma, but did not want to use a large formation that they had never seen before.

That's not a formation at all.

It was like the Yintian Ghost King who was personally invading the army led his Yin soldiers to sweep the world and fight to the border of the universe.

It is unknown whether Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged in the hills, regretted it.

His eyes were also full of incredible things.

Unexpectedly, Tushanjun’s bold statements were not boastful.

In front of the formation of ghost saints in the ten directions, thousands of Yin Gods turned into soldiers all over the sky, like the ancient heavenly court returning to the world.

The high platform shrine and the bead curtains are like fog, making Tushan Jun even more hazy. He must have led his troops to this world like an emperor from the distant darkness.

Luo Tianfeng shook his head with a wry smile, not regretting it.

He knew that he did not trust Tushanjun.

He would not trust a weapon with his own thoughts, not only because the two of them had not lived and died together, but also because of his vigilance as the leader of the great sect, he was naturally like this.

In the end, he was not thinking about regretting that he had not accumulated strength for the Soul-Sacrificing Banner in advance, but was trying hard to help Tushanjun Huanzhen.

The formation starts in all directions, and all directions are destroyed.

The old king's clothes were hanging down like iron curls, and his hair was scattered on his shoulders with the cold wind. He was very old, but his eyes had youth that was not of this age.

Hearing that the reputation of the ten directions did not take a step back, he continued to step forward instead.

Take out a long mace from the void.

Divine weapon, ninth level!

The mace has nine levels of heaven, seal carving ancient creatures in the nine realms, and the four holy spirits are lifelike. The ancient people in the wilderness burst out with infinite power, just like pulling people into that era at once.

In that vast but magnificent world, the old king holding the golden mace is like a war king who has walked out of the ancient world.

The old king's handrail is drawing the real dragon and holy spirit in the section of the golden mace.

True Dragon Festival.

Swish.

The emperors of ancient and modern times regarded themselves as true dragons, and the emperors of the mortal world called themselves the true dragon emperor.

Run the real dragon and the holy spirit assimilates the golden mace.

The superiors beat the unrighteous monarch and the subordinates beat the treacherous ministers.

The dragon festival turns, and the bright light blooms.

The true dragon dragon seemed to be finally liberated at this moment. An illusory dragon shadow that was close to the real world roared to the sky, shaking the past and present, trying to tear open the dark gods in the sky.

"The power of the divine weapon."

Luo Tianfeng looked stern.

Although they have mastered divine weapons, they cannot exert their power.

The divine weapon has spirits and has supreme magical powers. If you want to fully exert it, you must be a strong Taoist king. Unexpectedly, the old king is almost about to exert the power of the ninth level.

The old king strode forward, like a god of war.

The real dragon phantom roared and roared, which separated the original Yin Qi.

It seemed like he had an endless belly intestine during his penetration. No matter what kind of breath it was, it was quickly refined by the real dragon phantom.

"Dragon Spirit defeats the emperor."

"No matter you are the Ghost King, you will be defeated by the Dragon Spirit."

The dragon spirit activated by military skills seemed to be a real ancient dragon tore open the time and flowing from the long river. Any king in front of the real dragon would be defeated. This is the restraint of fate and the complete crushing of the lower position by the high position.

Tushanjun sneered, Tianyuan's demon eyes were indifferent.

Whether it is the True Dragon Emperor or the Son of God, he doesn't care about it, nor does he boast about it at all.

He doesn't need God's recognition, nor does he need any bullshit recognition.

His power comes from the sky of ghosts and gods.

It was the ghosts who gave him strength.

Tushan Junshi on the high platform of the shrine.

The small banner flies into the formation diagram at the end of the sky.

The ghosts and gods in the sky are at the same time.

"The wind is coming!"

Tushanjun held a soldier in one hand and a large banner in the other hand, calling for wind and rain on the high platform of the shrine.

For a moment,

The wind is rising and the fog is coming.

Black clouds accumulate in the sky, and dark thunder accumulates in the vastness.

In a row, five small banners were pulled, and the hoarse thunder sound was like a command of ghosts and gods. The flags fell from the formation map burst out with dazzling divine light, and then they merged into this vast world and became a substantial integrated catalog.

"Enter my formation, cut off the light, destroy the spirituality, lose vitality, exhaust the sea of ​​Dharma, and the three disasters of life and death!"

The evolution of the Immortal Map Ghost Formation.

The soldiers are killed.

The ghosts and gods in heaven all pinched their seals.

The old king who walked over seemed to be a thousand years old all of a sudden. The wrinkles on his face became deeper, his long and loose hair was pale and withered. Without the softness and divine light of the past, sweat stains appeared in the crystal clear and flawless body of the Holy King, as if he had turned from an invincible ancient sage king to an old man in the evening, walking tremblingly.

The old king looked at his decaying body.

The golden mace, the phoenix spirit, the turtle spirit.

The two spirits protect themselves and barely stopped the decline.

He couldn't help but sigh: "What a powerful killing formation!"

If he hadn't used his military skills to activate the magic weapon and firmly stabilize his body by surpassing the current half-step Taoist walking, he would have turned into a handful of loess in the immortal map formation evolved by millions of ghosts and gods. At that time, even if he had the Taoist walking to heaven, he would have no physical body, but only one of the souls of the soul banner.

It is truly a peerless killing formation.

The creatures entering the formation must be killed!

"wind!"

"fire!"

"thunder!"
To be continued...