It’s unbelievable that a Taoist priest who had just finished his life was killed like this.
It's not the monks who took action.
It is the future body reflected by the thunder tribulation.
This is too overbearing.
The thunder calamity did not hit the person who was affected by the calamity, but instead caused disaster to the surrounding monks.
After the ancestor of Zhenxiu Guan disappeared, the remaining three Taoists all covered their faces.
Anyone could see the fear on their faces. They set up their escape lights one by one and carried their magic weapons. They didn't dare to be careless at all, for fear that they would be the next ones to be dealt with by Lei Jie.
No matter where they were concerned about hiding their identities, they all showed their special skills.
The cultivators were frightened.
Tu Shanjun was also not happy.
His eyes were extremely serious.
Long roar:
"The Ghost King of Ten Directions Killing Formation!"
Order to enlighten the ten directions.
The black and red royal flag responded accordingly.
Tushanjun, who is in charge of the soul banner, wears the crown of life and death on his head, combs the Eighteen Emperors, and wears the robe of the emperor in disguise.
The double horns on the top of the head, red hair, green face and fangs add majesty and terror.
The dark soldiers and ghosts will soar into the clouds.
One side occupies the immeasurable sky, while the other side plunders the virtuous earth.
sky,
land,
It is as clear as clear air and turbid air.
This moment.
Heaven and earth are going to war.
Shou He was surprised and stunned.
He didn't expect that Lei Jie would eventually confront the old god.
He looked towards the distance, as if he wanted to see clearly the golden-red figure's face and the expression in his eyes. However, no matter how he looked, he felt that it was the same old god.
High, far, divine.
Like the divine king who suppresses the heavens.
Power is power,
that is……
It's a little less human.
The old god on the high platform near the ground has green-faced fangs, surrounded by Dao Qi, and a pair of black and red eyes that disillusion life and death and embrace rest. He looks more evil, but he always has a somewhat indescribable... smell, which actually makes people feel more at ease.
and peace of mind.
Shou He asked: "Old god, do we want to be your enemy?"
"yes."
"this……"
"Um?"
"I feel that he is terrifyingly strong."
Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, you think he is me, but in fact he is not me, but the future me reflected by heaven, and he is just the Tao Lord who has exhausted his lifespan."
"That's the special suppression of the monks who have run out of life on the Dao of Reincarnation. In fact, you can tell by looking at it yourself. The aura he exudes is the same as mine!"
"I am still in Daojun's transformation, and he is not the real Daojun."
Shou He didn't believe Tu Shanjun's words.
But this was the first time he saw the old god explain something in such detail.
Look at the Holy Emperor of Samsara at the top of the sky.
‘The Way of Heaven’
‘future me’
‘The Avenue of Reincarnation’
No matter how these three are combined, there is nothing weak about them.
It sounds like the Holy Emperor of Samsara is not the real Taoist Lord, and his spiritual aura is similar to that of the old god. Because of this, Shou He feels the terror of Lord Tushan even more.
Can an old immortal with enough magic power really be able to kill a corrupt Taoist king instantly?
There is obviously no answer to this question.
The voice of the Holy Emperor at the end of the sky turned his eyes.
Buzz.
The secret is locked.
Tu Shanjun felt a huge pressure.
He didn't back down.
Cultivation is a process of constantly challenging yourself.
Even if he is standing in front of himself and it is himself who is blocking his progress, whether it is his past self or his future self, he will defeat them all.
"No one can stop me from becoming enlightened."
"Neither can I!"
The moment the hoarse voice fell, Tushanjun, who held the soul flag tightly, rose into the air.
"kill!"
The sound of rolling thunder rises and countless fierce soldiers and ghosts will ascend to the sky on the clouds.
The end of heaven.
The Chakravartin Holy Emperor, who was sitting on the throne, slowly stood up and stretched out his arms glowing with golden light.
He grabbed it in the air.
The oval-shaped nails made of oval fairy gold formed buckles, and a long golden-red flag appeared in his hand. The mysterious light was vast and sacred, and the fairy curtain was flying and lingering in the mythical atmosphere.
The way of heaven shines upon us, and our divine weapons are forged by ourselves.
The golden and red wheel-turning emperor raised up his hand, which looked like the soul flag of the Great Dao Divine Weapon. No one would think it was something evil.
Oops!
The soul flag pointed diagonally at the earth.
The Holy Emperor looks down!
Tens of millions of immortal soldiers and gods will descend from the clouds above to kill them.
They are said to be immortal soldiers and divine generals, but in fact the military formation is mixed. When the tiger roared and chanted, a white tiger ran in the military formation. Kunpeng tore open the long mist and roared angrily. Dragon-shaped creatures quickly rushed into the black under the control of the divine general.
The mist-steaming killing formation, the divine general covered in divine light is like a tiger entering the flock of sheep...
roar!
Not to be outdone, the Ghost King in the killing formation flew into the air and released boundless evil energy, like a siege pillar that knocked open the sky!
There are not only humanoid soldiers and horses in the Zunhun Banner, but also all kinds of strange beasts showing their magical powers, the tiger demon plunders the formation, the Kunpeng splits the sky, the Dragon King Aokong,...
The alien creatures also display their magical powers, whether they have three eyes or two eyes, or have horns or no horns, they all display their proper strength.
Tu Shanjun doesn't care about the Wheel-turning Holy Emperor who heads straight for the Sky Throne.
The same goes for the Holy Emperor.
Bang!
The great battle is like the opening of a fairy scroll.
The emperor of life and death, who is responsible for reincarnation, holds the soul banner in his hand and goes straight to Tushanjun. The golden and red long hammer condensed with three phases is like the divine sky crushing.
Tu Shanjun's fighting spirit was strong, and the Old Ape of Knowledge Sea took action with a roar, and the recast Soul Flag in his hand seemed to be a supreme weapon that created the world.
Tushanjun, who carries the yin and yang millstone on his back and the peach blossom on his head, has a clear understanding of his own combat power for the first time.
The golden-red long hammer was like a terrifying fairy mountain crashing into it.
The void was shattered by the golden red soul flag.
It seems to encompass a vast universe.
Even when he came to pick her up, his muscles and bones were numb from the shock.
The attacks of Dakai Dahe are full of explanations of the avenue.
The black edge of life and death seems to split the heaven and earth, and the yin and yang millstones want to crush everything.
With the evolution of the Holy Ape's fighting method, every strike of the reincarnation Holy Emperor who holds everything is like a great road coming to the dust.
Fire burns.
Fight.
Howling ghosts.
Heaven and earth turned into a huge millstone.
The upper part is gold and red, the lower part is black and red.
Two figures push the wheel.
boom.
Buzz buzz!
In the collision and fusion of the avenues, Tu Shanjun gradually realized the true meaning of reincarnation.
As he said, life and death have two sides, and reversal is reincarnation.
However, although the three ways are perfect, it is based on his own understanding. In the battle of enlightenment, he has to adapt to the great way and completely evolve his own great way.
Become a true wise man!
At this moment, Tushanjun was no longer hostile to the Holy Emperor Zhuanlun.
Instead, he felt that the other party had helped him and helped him understand the Dao further.
What he wants to do is not to kill himself, but to accommodate himself.
People always have to tolerate themselves.
Stand still.
The tall and tall Tushanjun looked at the Holy Emperor of Chakravartin wearing the hell disguised robe.
The Holy Emperor wears the robe of reincarnation, dominates the heaven and earth, and walks on the road.
The two of them unanimously chose to put down their magic weapons.
The Soul Swallowing Fist and the Samsara Fist fight against each other.
The fist shocked the ages.
The sky is full of meaning.
"Hell changes."
"Reincarnation controls the world!"
The immortal soldiers are stained with blood, and the ghost soldiers return with their souls.
The beacon fire is burning, and you raise your eyes to plunder.
The legend of this battle is engraved in heaven and earth!
Tushanjun's body has been reunited many times.
But this time is very different.
The yin and yang millstone behind Tushanjun rotates the black and red silk threads, and the textile pulls the body to reunite. The rotation of the true meaning of reincarnation completely condenses the Taoist flowers, and the peach blossom of life and death uniquely belongs to Tushanjun.
The phantom of the Chakravartin Holy Emperor appeared on the throne.
Holding the golden and red soul flag, he is a true emperor and the embodiment of the great road of reincarnation.
Overlooking the sky, the earth, the four directions and the universe, the Holy Wheel-turning King's eyes were calm, and the disillusionment of life and death of yin and yang evolved in his eyes.
However, it is no longer possible for his figure to be reunited and manifested.
Because the person in front of me has become enlightened.
Tu Shanjun waved the soul flag.
The last profound breath of Thunder Tribulation spread and merged into the soul flag.
The Holy Emperor of Samsara evolved his tactics as if he didn't care at all that he would disappear. Unfortunately, his figure gradually became blurred.
In the end, even the fist intention that shook the nine heavens and ten earths slowly subsided. Only now did the thunder calamity finally calm down, and the last remnant of God was about to be wiped away by the millstone of the avenue.
"It's done!"
Tushanjun smiled tiredly.
He will return with his head turned sideways.
Shou He cupped his hands and congratulated: "Congratulations to the old god..."
Boom!
There was no rush or any warning.
Under the cover of the last remaining remnant of the thunder calamity aura.
A giant dragon-shaped wheel slammed into the general worship platform.
The platform for worshiping generals collapsed and turned into ruins.
Tushanjun couldn't see what happened next.
He couldn't feel it either.
Because now even the palm holding the Soul Flag has become an illusion, and the Soul Flag without support is falling downwards like a meteor.
…
"Who is it!"
The roar of eternal regret came from the great earthquake and rushed into the sky.
That was the roar from the Lord of Heaven.
The seed of form and spirit that he regarded as hope was completely crushed.
That was his hope of reviving Shinto, and it was snuffed out just like that.
However, just when his roar was about to stir up the heavens, his voice was strangely slowly suppressed.
No matter how much Tianjun roars, it will not help.
No one can hear it anymore.
Tianjun looked in the direction of Yuantian with red eyes, and he passed by Yuan Tong who took action.
Of course Yuan Tong was the direct murderer of Shou He.
But at that moment, Yuan Tong alone was not enough to complete this matter. At least Yuan Tong's action would not give the current Tu Shanjun a chance to react.
Yuan Tong silently took back his magic weapon and glanced at Wei Luge who did not stop him.
He said in a deep voice: "Shinto cannot be revived."
"At least not here!"
All the cultivators were shocked and overwhelmed by what happened at this moment.
The only thing they knew was that the banner master who held this magical weapon seemed to be dead.
The divine weapon fell from heaven.
Many Holy Lord monks were immediately jealous.
What was the purpose of fighting life and death just now? Wasn't it the magic medicine?
That thing is so precious that even they may not be able to obtain it.
Not to mention the magic medicine, there is also a soul banner that can become a divine weapon and the main soul that can successfully cast the path. If anyone can get the soul banner, it will increase the chance of becoming a Taoist by 30 to 50%.
"How long will it take if we don't take action now?"
The three Dao Lords who were about to expire would no longer care about them.
Rush forward in an instant.
…
Yuan Tong asked: "Senior Wei didn't stop it just now, do you want to stop it now?"
"Just now it was for righteousness, but now it's different."
Wei Luge took a step forward.
…
"The magic weapon is mine!"
Daojun, who had a breath of ice, was overjoyed and was about to stretch out his palm to get it.
We are about to encounter it.
A tall figure stood in front of him.
That was a monk wearing a bamboo hat, standing in front of him like this, but he could no longer move forward.
The monk in the big bamboo hat said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, it's better to retreat in spite of the difficulties."
"court death!"
Bang!
Fists and palms facing each other.
The Dao Lord with the Ice Mysterious Breath flew upside down and fell into the void like a kite with its string broken.
The monk in the big hat pushed with his palms.
The other two Dao Lords were also knocked back three steps by him before they stopped.
The monk in the big hat laughed loudly:
"Everyone."
"This thing has returned to its original owner!"
Said,
Turn your palms to hold the soul flag.
A handsome Taoist priest approached and grabbed the soul flag.