It turned out to be the response of ‘God’ from the underworld.
Ethereal and hoarse, the great road descends.
The road of reincarnation and death,
Swallowing souls to refine the true immortal.
Thousands of ghosts and gods pile up like black armor, covering the earth with banners flying across the sky.
The sun and menstruation spin out the mysterious breath of chaos.
The giant chariot stopped in front of everyone, as if it were a sky, a sky barrier that belonged exclusively to their underworld.
He couldn't see the true face of the person sitting on the giant chariot at all, but he didn't need to see clearly.
In his eyes, that is the road.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.
The giant chariot throne.
The crimson-haired Tushanjun slowly withdrew his gaze.
Immediately he looked towards the giant bronze door.
His eyes were calm.
"Why does the god of waste buried in time know my name?"
His words were like a breeze, blowing away the mysterious light inside the giant bronze door.
Buzz.
The swirling vortex disappears, revealing the inner reality.
God's tomb is buried in heaven and earth.
But Aragami didn't seem to be dead.
A huge head was raised from the grave, shaped like a giant snake and with a strange human face.
The giant wings that shield the sun from the sky are like an unfolded dome.
Tu Shanjun has indeed never seen such a desolate god.
There are countless kinds of 'gods', and although they are also a type of all living things, they are naturally powerful and possess supreme power.
There are some powerful ancient gods who are the embodiment of the Great Dao, such as the God of Water, the God of Fire, the God of Thunder... The little girl from the sect is the reincarnation of the Sword God.
The god's face was full of astonishment.
The giant wings curled up, as if trying to hide their appearance.
Not to mention Tushanjun, Pioneer Officer Duo Huoqi also noticed that something was unusual.
The four little ones looked at each other and saw something in each other's eyes.
Di Lin sent a message and asked: 'Is the other party afraid?'
'Definitely!'
'This is the God of our underworld.'
'But, he didn't ask us to invite him.'
'What's he afraid of if we really invite him?'
'Who knows.'
The four little ones didn't dare to say anything.
They were all standing here holding their breath and their faces were flushed. Of course they were not afraid, they were excited.
Survival is secondary. Being able to see the legendary characters with my own eyes is beyond words, not to mention that they seem to have made great achievements.
Looking at that face, Tu Shanjun's expression suddenly changed.
Feeling the other person's aura of inspiration, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Surprised: "Dun Yi."
"It's me."
"You are still alive!"
Tu Shanjun's livid face showed a hint of a sinister smile, and he looked at the other person with his immortal eyes.
He said coldly: "Your cultivation is too complex. Although you are lucky enough to be called the Dao Lord, but if your divine power and magic power are combined with faith, if you are not good at it, you will be called the vessel for the resurrection of the wild god."
Dunyi, who stole Quetzalcoatl, still nodded with difficulty and admitted his identity.
He said helplessly: "The ancient feathered serpent, the god of drought."
"You don't have to be helpless, I will take away your soul and help you escape!"
Tu Shanjun stood up from his chariot.
If it hadn't been for Dun Yin to hide himself back then, Daheishan would not have fallen, and he would not have experienced nine deaths. Even Jinghong almost died in the hands of the opponent.
He thought that Dunyi would die in Yuanyang Region or some other world.
That's right, how could such a monk die?
Tu Shanjun has shown great ruthlessness and insidious planning since he was a child, which made Tushanjun unable to sleep or eat well for a period of time.
He tried every possible means to kill "Four-Nine", but unfortunately he failed and allowed him to escape.
Tu Shanjun is lucky that God still allows Dun Yi to live, and he can personally settle the cause and effect of that year while he is still alive.
"Wait a minute!"
Dunyi shouted to stop.
Tu Shanjun indifferently summoned the soul flag.
Dun Yi quickly said: "I know where Yan Fu is."
"Thank you, I will know it soon."
Dun Yi yelled: "If you kill me, you will help him."
Tu Shanjun paused, thinking about the authenticity of the other person's words.
Dunyi stopped pretending at all.
He was really pushed into a desperate situation by Yan Fu, even more extreme than his master, the True Ancestor of the Spiritual Demon Sect.
Even so, he was extremely reluctant to ask Tushanjun for help.
Yanfu is the immediate crisis, Tushanjun is the future danger.
With the other party's vengeful temperament, asking for help from the other party is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap. He might die before he finishes speaking and become a soul in the flag.
But now he really has no choice.
He has been recuperating since he escaped from Daohun. However, he knew that he could not resist Yan Fu with his own strength, so he turned to this powerful enemy for help.
He is extremely talented and has unparalleled talents. It is not easy to reach this level.
I thought that Tushanjun would be equal to him at best.
He lives in the tomb of the gods and can only use the earth gods and creatures under his control to find out the news. However, as Tu Shanjun said, the power he can use is limited.
After learning that the underworld had appeared in his territory, he immediately spread the news and attracted the other party to come.
The purpose is to find Tushanjun.
Unexpectedly, when they met again, Tu Shanjun had already left him far away.
The aura of spiritual intelligence is terrifying and terrifying, and the profound aura of the avenue is enduring. Although it is clearly standing in front of him, it seems to be everywhere. He can only barely see the footprints left by the opponent.
Duntou once felt a sense of frustration. He didn't feel this way when he didn't get the blood jade gourd.
"How far have you...reached in your cultivation?" Dunyi lowered his voice.
Tushanjun was still deep in thought.
He felt that it would be better to settle the account directly. Although Dunyi was far inferior to him, with his stronger cultivation, he could cause greater damage. He was a cold-blooded person, and he did not want to forgive the other party.
Worrying about the life of Taoist brother Yuen Yan, he had to listen to what the other party said.
But once he raised his hand to let the opponent go, Tushanjun felt that he was letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and he might cause trouble again.
Moreover, Yuan Shengming Demon once promised that his karma would ensure his immortality.
Tu Shanjun frowned. The big shot's promise was somewhat credible, but after all, it was not as good as his own control.
Things that others promise you don't count, only things that you can make your own decisions count.
'Dig out all the information, deal with Jamfu and kill him.'
Tu Shanjun thought so.
"I don't ask for cooperation, I just hope that fellow Taoist can kill Yan Fu. I am willing to contribute all my strength, and I also have rare treasures to offer."
"I found that Shinto is not as bad as Immortal Tao described. On the contrary, Shinto's path progresses rapidly, and monks can rely on their faith to become gods."
Dunyi let out a breath of turbid air.
Judging from the change in Tushanjun's expression, he knew that the other party would not kill him.
Fortunately, Tu Shanjun is not a cold-blooded person, otherwise he would not dare to ask for help.
"The will of all living beings creates the divine method..."
Prayer flags fluctuate.
A tall Taoist figure stepped out of the giant chariot.
The man was more than two meters tall.
Red Hair Crazy Waterfall.
The purple-black long horn points diagonally towards the blue sky.
Just like the face formed by the ice peaks of distant mountains, there is a faint cyan color, which actually adds a bit of evil to the other person's divinity.
With a crown of peace on his head and a robe of hell, whoever sees him will be horrified, as if he is looking directly at the fear in his heart, more like he is seeing the ultimate of life and death.
"No need to bother me, fellow Taoist."
Lord Dao, standing on the giant chariot, slowly spoke.
He clearly didn't move.
But the sky and the earth made way for him, and as if he was about to leave, the sky and the earth fell back.
Suddenly...
The tall ghost god has appeared above the head of the snake god.
Obviously the snake god is the huge one, but he is like a loach trapped in the quagmire, while the small figure above is the concrete condensed form of the sky.
Shocking!
The four little ones were completely stunned.
How they wish those saints and earth gods could all witness it, but unfortunately they are all fixed in time and space, as if the yin and yang no longer rotate, there is no forward, no retreat, no chaos, everything is so peaceful.
As a saint, Uo Huoqi looks serious, but as a third-step monk, he can feel the gap even more. Maybe he will never be able to see the back of God in his life.
Tushanjun, who was standing above the snake god, flicked his sleeves and robe.
A claw poked out.
Hold it in the air.
"No!"
The escaped Li Xiao burst out from the tomb of the gods.
Infinite divine power and mana wrapped around the body, trying to break through the blockade in front of it.
It's a pity that no matter how much power he exerts, he is still like a little snake caught in a net, and he can only let the opponent's ghost claws reach into his Consciousness Sea Mother.
"Don't resist. Under the Soul Searching Technique, the more you resist, the more painful it will be."
Thunder boomed down the avenue.
Dunyi completely gave up his defense.
He felt a hand reaching into his brain and grabbing his memories.
However, he couldn't stop it at all, and he couldn't even feel the pain. The hand was completely illusory, blowing past like a spring breeze.
"I see!"
Tu Shanjun looked serious.
No wonder he escaped for a while and asked for help, but Yan Fu had already caught him.
If it weren't for the magical power of transforming the three pure beings into one qi, which allowed his souls to escape, Dun Yi would have become a consumable in Yan Fu's hands, helping Yan Fu perfect his magical powers.
"I have created the reincarnation of heaven and can reincarnate sentient beings, but I still cannot achieve complete resurrection from the dead. Jambu is really too whimsical."
Tu Shanjun sighed.
"Although we are enemies, I really hope he can do it, but it's a pity that he can't."
"Do you know what he's going to do?"
Dunyi looked at Tushanjun in shock.
Tu Shanjun glanced at the other party and said: "One day in the thirty-third heaven in the west, there was a Bodhi tree. The fruit of the sacred tree Bodhi is Jambu Bodhi."
"All he wants to do is complete his mission, get rid of the shackles of fate, and take himself one step further."
"His background is so big!"
Dun Dun's face was gloomy, and he was keenly aware of the conspiracy behind it.
How could the Bodhi tree fruit from the West appear in the Eastern Wasteland and choose Yueyan and them? In fact, there should be a deeper layer or...
Dunyi's pupils narrowed slightly, and he was probably involved in a huge whirlpool.
"Yes, it should be the Xitian Buddhist Sect's plan behind it. I don't know what it is exactly."
Tu Shanjun took out a forest white circle from his sleeve robe and threw it on the head of the snake god. The circle immediately took root on the snake god's neck.
"Your mother..."
"Tushanjun, you are not a son of man!"
"..."
Tu Shanjun silently recited the incantation, and the circle quickly narrowed.
"Don't miss it anymore!"
The snake god shrank to the size of a palm and twisted and shouted: "I'm convinced!"