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Chapter 1087 Refining and Killing

The oval purple-black nails still have a large amount of flesh and blood left on them.

Hooray!

The blood turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.

The internal organs are mixed with Taoist immortal energy, and the bones and meridians contain divine spirituality.

Only a head with long hair soared into the sky, enveloping the soul and trying to escape completely, but before he could tear open the void, a pale ghost hand had already grabbed his head.

Everyone was shocked.

Yuan Tong Erhua, who was in a good situation just now, turned into such a miserable state in an instant.

"He's alive again?!"

"How did you do it?"

"Even the ancient emperor's killing techniques can't kill him completely, but..."

"Yuan Daojun was a Taoist in ancient times and was an invincible being at his level. Many heroes and great cultivators died in his hands. His body was crushed and torn into a sea of ​​blood. Even his soul could only curl up in his head and choose to escape."

"This... is really too scary."

Not to mention that many great saints were stunned, all the Taoist monarchs who were observing were also dumbfounded.

They didn't expect such a result.

Yuan Tong looked stunned.

Turn around and look.

The person grabbing his head was a big ghost with red hair. He was not the Tushan Lord who had just fought with him and was killed by him for the second time.

Tushanjun is still business as usual now.

The whole person exuded a cold and strange aura.

The rotating yin and yang eyes showed no emotion.

The most frightening thing is that the murderous intention that he was so proud of never went unnoticed, or in other words, it was harmless even if he was noticed, disappeared.

The way of killing will never perish.

Even if he is severely injured or even crushed by the opponent's Taoist body, he can still regenerate with Xuan Gong.

As long as the opponent still has murderous intent in his heart, he will always be the one with the upper hand.

If the enemy has the intention to kill, he will use it to his advantage. If the enemy has no intention to kill, why fight with him?

This is the terrifying power of the Taoist Lord who carries the great road and is in his prime.

But now he can't feel the murderous intention.

This is originally impossible and should not be done.

If the opponent has no killing intention, why can you kill him? If the opponent has killing intention, why can't you use it to make yourself undefeated?

The state of Tushanjun in front of me is very wrong.

No joy or sorrow.

Mysterious yet mysterious.

It was as if he had erased all his emotions.

What's even more strange is that he made no other movements except scratching his own head.

Yuan Tong did not dare to act rashly, for fear that he would accidentally break the peace.

"What's going on? Why don't they take action?"

Taoist master Zhen Xiu Guan had doubts in his eyes, and he was looking around, as if hoping that other Taoist friends or seniors could solve his doubts.

A voice came from the void: "If my guess is correct, the weapon spirit has eliminated its murderous intention towards Lord Yuan Tongdao."

"He... erased all his emotions."

"I just don't know why he can have such combat power after erasing all emotions, and he can kill and destroy Dao Lord Yuan Tongdao."

"Could it be the Dao Lord of Hades who prompted it?"

Everyone passed by following the sound.

"But wouldn't this mean that we would fall into the path of murder again?"

"He should have retained an emotion." Elder Fu said thoughtfully.

"Which one?"

'guard.'

Daojun Chongtong, who was holding his shoulders, was thinking silently in his heart.

"guard!"

Everyone was a monk with profound cultivation, and they immediately understood the connection.

"guard?"

Yuan Tong's eyes twitched.

No wonder Tu Shanjun didn't make any further moves now. It turned out that he could no longer pose a threat to Wu Rong according to the opponent's judgment, so there was no need to continue taking action.

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne, had calm eyes. He explained calmly: "If you let me control Master's main soul body, my murderous intention will spread, and I will still be unable to kill you."

"Moreover, my murderous intention was actually dissipated too much because I am Ichika and much weaker than you."

"I can only come up with this tactic, using myself as bait to lure you to kill me."

"After seeing the master's great strength."

"You definitely don't want to continue to entangle, thinking that just killing me will settle the matter."

"Come on, kill me."

"I know you still have the power to strike."

Wu Rong was wearing a banner and holding the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

He just needs a chance.

That was the moment when Yuan Tong's soul stepped on his head and came straight towards him.

He didn't have much fear in his heart. The Zunhun Banner restrained the soul the most. As long as the other party dared to deliver this fatal blow, he could kill the Two-flower Dao Lord with just one flower.

Yuan Tong looked at Wu Rong who stood up, and then looked at 'Tushanjun' who caught him.

How can people be so cruel?

Erasing all your emotions and leaving only protection is more than just words.

Tu Shanjun is originally a weapon spirit. Although he can use the evil spirit to resurrect, he can also return to his intact state after rebirth. But will he be willing to be a cow or a horse when he is resurrected?

Definitely not.

The weapon spirit has its own consciousness, and the banner master in charge of the divine weapon has even more consciousness.

He definitely doesn't want to have an overlord sitting on his head.

If a banner master has even the slightest evil intention, Tushanjun may never regain his sanity.

This means completely trusting the other party.

Yuan Tong wanted to ask Tu Shanjun: 'Is this Lord of the Underworld your biological son? How can you be so cruel?'

Yuan Tong of Erhua thinks so, and other Dao Lords think the same way. Ask yourself, if they were in that position, would it be because of 'trust'? I'm afraid not.

As the kings of the Dao, they have always looked down upon heaven and earth. How could they be willing to be the protectors of the Dao?

"Ichika's boy, you want to trick my soul into killing you so that you can use the soul flag to capture my soul."

"Senior, your life is over, don't struggle in vain anymore!"

Wu Rong, who was holding the flag, waved slowly. Even if the opponent's soul could not come out, if the stalemate continued, Yuan Tong's last armor would be slowly worn away by the refining of the killing array, and he would still be able to take away the soul.

With Erhua Daojun's soul, the master can definitely be restored to his full glory.

Yuan Tong, who had only one head left, sneered.

He did not ask for help, nor did he need anyone to save him.

He is always sober. He clearly knows that he is killing people and clearing obstacles for Guxian Tower. He also clearly knows that he is making countless enemies and will never end well.

Does the monk need a good end?

Whether to have grandchildren and live out your old age in peace, or to go far away to continue the tradition and create a rich family, or to live forever and enjoy endless glory and wealth...

None.

As the Dao Lord of the Way of Killing, he can only continue on, fighting and killing without end.

"From now on, there will be no need to worry about killing people."

Yuan Tong laughed loudly: "How can the murderous way reach me?"

"I am the great road, I am the way of killing, and if you kill me, you are the way of killing!"

"Kill me on the road!"

Buzz!

The head was shattered by a long-hook magic weapon.

The Jie Debing soldiers pierced the Taoist skull and cut into Yuan Tong's soul through the sea of ​​consciousness.

Killing intent.

murderous look.

Killing way.

Cut away the past and future and leave only the present.

Live in the moment!

The starry sky was shaking, and the heaven and earth were wailing, as if they were mourning the reappearance of the murderous path.

There are two real late autumn flowers on the head of Yuan Tong's soul.

With their concession, another illusory flower is about to bloom.

"Three flowers gathered at the top?!"

Apart from the ancient sounds of the avenue, there is only silence between heaven and earth.

Those Dao Lords, whether they wanted to deal with the aftermath, seize the treasure, or have a grudge against Yuan Tong, all fell silent in a tacit understanding.

They did not expect to witness Yuan Tonggong entering Sanhua at this time.

He is worthy of being a pawn of a super power like Guxian Tower.

Foundation, understanding, strength...

All top notch.

"The ancestor is indeed invincible!"

The prestige of the cultivators in the Ancient Immortal Tower has greatly increased.

They had looked downcast and red-eyed just now, and they couldn't bear to see what happened. Now they were all cheering, congratulating ancestor Yuan Tong for defeating a powerful enemy again.

This battle will definitely be recorded in the history of the Ancient Immortal Tower, becoming a model and used to inspire countless Immortal Tower monks.

Patriarch Yuan Tong realized the true nature of killing in adversity.

Three flowers are the best luck in desperate situations.

It's like the legend is happening before your eyes.

They are all witnesses.

suddenly.

The wind stopped and the thunder died down.

The moral turmoil of the avenue has also been completely eliminated.

Ancestor Yuan Tong, who was supposed to break through the realm of three flowers and reshape his body, also disappeared without a trace.

"Fellow Taoist,"

"Please enter the banner!"

The hoarse and ethereal sound of the avenue echoes in the furnace of heaven and earth.

Wu Rong fell back to the throne with a pale face, looked at the figure not far from him, and laughed: "Ha...haha."

"Destroy evil!"

The figure of 'Tushanjun' suddenly collapsed into a sky full of evil energy and was reabsorbed by the soul flag.

Wu Rong, who returned to the throne, looked forward.

Most of the Yin soldiers and ghost generals were killed by Yuan Tong, and now only the remaining soldiers were defeated.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Yuan Tong is killed, the evil spirit can be replenished, and the army and horses can be reorganized, the battle formation can be reorganized, and the mythical beasts and demons can be reappeared.

"Good opportunity!"

The master of the meditator who was truly cultivating the contemplation soared into the sky and was overjoyed.

Now Yuan Tongdao, who was practicing Taoism, was taken away by the soul flag.

The body of the main soul of the weapon spirit that protected the way collapsed, and hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers and millions of ghost generals were killed, leaving only a rout.

Just like the battle flags of the three kings in mythology, the five gods and humans declined, the two ways were destroyed, and the divine beasts and demons were completely annihilated in the hands of the killing way.

All that was left was Ichika Dao-kun, who had insufficient magic power and was severely overdrawn.

And he recharged his batteries.

Spells and magical weapons are available.

Isn't this the perfect time to grab the treasure?

In an instant, he was approaching and bullying me.

The blade-shaped magic weapon of the master of the Zhenxiu Temple is no more than ten feet away from Wu Rong.

"Be bold!"

Yu Shen and the great saints on the giant ship shouted angrily and wanted to fly up to block it, but they were too slow.

Just when everyone thought the war was about to break out.

Once the master of Zhenxiu Guan is allowed to kill Wu Rong and the divine weapon changes hands, all Taoist masters of Xuanmen will definitely take action.

Now they are not moving because they are worried about the main soul of the weapon spirit and the back-up plan. Someone who is not afraid of death happens to go to explore the way, which saves them from getting involved themselves.

Bang!

The master of Zhenxiu Temple felt like he was bumping into a big star across the starry sky.

With his strength, even a star field can be destroyed, let alone just a big star.

However, he stopped firmly in mid-air.

It feels cold to the touch.

Eyes focused on it.

The main pupil of the meditation master shrinks to one point.

A big blue-white hand stretched out from the iron-like flag and was stamped firmly on his face.

Immediately afterwards.

The owner of the ghost hand slowly walked out along the spread of the soul flags.


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