Chapter 1141 Chitian [Additional update for ‘Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs, only Lingshan is good’]
"What would he do?"
The onlookers Daojun communicated with each other.
"If it were me, I would first use all my strength to kill Yanfu. There is no way in which there will be no death in a war."
"Since my senior fellow apprentices have stalled for time for me, I have to complete my mission."
"That's right."
"The heart of the Tao is as strong as iron and cannot be affected."
"To put it bluntly, even if all the people are dead, with that flag there, he can still rebuild the trend."
"Don't be kind to women."
One of Sanhua's powerful experts expressed different opinions and shouted: "What if they can't hold on for time?"
"Once it is damaged, two or three Dao Lords will be completely released. When the time comes to intervene in the battle, it will be equivalent to no reinforcements, which will completely ruin the situation."
The top expert of the Ancient Shen Sect asked: "What should we do?"
"Does the main battle master want to share the pressure for your incompetence? Aren't you just a loser?"
The top Sanhua of the Beast Control Sect slapped the table and said: "A layman."
"You are just a complete amateur!"
"He is a divine weapon spirit, and he can completely release the divine soul in the flag to help."
"It has the same effect as our Beast Control Sect."
"Where's the mana?"
"It's absolutely impossible. Squeeze the banner master dry?" The Dao Lord of the Great Galaxy Palace hugged his shoulders.
The old Taoist master of the Hehuan Sect said loudly: "If you have little power in speaking, why can't the spirit of the weapon be replaced?"
"right!"
The Holy Spirit of Ancient Nest nodded immediately.
"If you act so recklessly, all the brothers will be dead soon, who will continue to take over the magic weapon?"
"Are the great sages coming, or you?"
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
The top battle on the battlefield has not yet fully started, but many powerful people watching the battle are grinning, wishing they could take their place.
The exchanges got even louder and louder. Everyone was red-faced and held their own opinions. They rolled up their sleeves and started to use Xuan Gong to carry the great luck.
Those Taoist masters who are not good enough to talk to each other are unable to say anything, and they are speechless and unable to break up the fight.
Those who are blushing and having thick necks are top experts.
The natural enemy of Jade helplessly held his forehead: "Alas!"
"Do you have any advice, fellow Taoist?"
"Who knows, he can always do something puzzling." Jade Natural Enemy looked at the Taoist struggle in the distance.
In the early years when the Zunhun Banner became a saint, the weapon spirit not only failed to obey Ouyang Qiuxian but blew himself up, causing Ouyang Qiuxian to be injured. That's why he easily killed Ouyang with the Wild War Moon.
After not seeing each other for so many years, who knows what the soul flag weapon spirit will do.
…
"Zhou Wuzi, today is your day of death. Don't be anxious. The destruction of Taiyi Shengxian Sect is imminent. When you old guys are all dead, without support, he will fall into the Emperor Fruit and be completely removed from the world!"
Wearing a bronze lion mask, Sanhua Taoist wields the jade ruyi in his hand and wields a dragnet.
The pale monk wearing a Qiluo green robe said calmly: "With our cooperation, even if you are the most powerful person in the Shengxian Sect, you will have to suffer from this."
"Don't talk too much nonsense with him, kill him."
The four of them attacked together.
"Even if I die, I will drag a few of them with you!"
Zhou Wuzi laughed so hard that he burned his blood and self-destructed his divine weapons and Taoist bodies.
…
"Fellow Daoist Qin, it's time to hit the road!"
Grandma Disha looked at the huge wound on her abdomen, which could not be healed for a long time.
Blood and tears streaked down his cheeks.
Silently wipe away the blood and swallow the broken internal organs.
…
The child's heart was like a bellows sobbing.
He clearly hacked to death a person of the same level, but the strange thing was that the Sanhua monk didn't have his soul to fly out and be captured by the soul flag.
His eyes were full of horror.
Exclaimed: "No, no!"
"There is a way to restrict the soul, and I must spread the news."
"Can't die, no one can die!"
"You can't get out."
"You have made a mistake since you chose to divide your forces to fight."
"Die!"
…
"Chong Ming, you go against the will of heaven and you will suffer this calamity."
The besieged Daojun sneered.
Just when they were about to continue their attack, Brother Broken Arm barged in boldly and said with a solemn expression: "Fellow Taoist, there is a big problem!"
Mr. Chongming Daodao was stunned.
…
Elder Ping looked at the divine weapon that had a gap in it.
He killed many people with this sword, and he seriously injured two of them when three people were surrounded by him.
It's a pity that he finally had no way to save himself, and muttered to himself: "It's not enough, I have to kill them all, kill them all, kill all the enemies, and fight out Taiyi's way of survival!"
"Taiyi is in high spirits."
puff.
Gengjin sword energy flickered along the cracks in his wounds.
…
"I can't last much longer."
The murderer gritted his teeth.
He has tried his best to keep the power of the underworld alive, but if he continues like this, he himself will be dragged to death.
…
"Save!"
A voice echoes in my heart.
Tu Shanjun paused: "I am not afraid of ordinary monks. I can deal with more than ten people, but your magic power..."
His remarks were not because he did not want to save everyone.
win,
To live.
Everyone tried their best to send him here. Even if Tushanjun had countless sorrows and reasons in his heart, he must firm up his Taoist heart and make killing Yanfu his main goal.
Otherwise, you will be dragged to death by friendly forces.
This is something Tushanjun definitely doesn’t want to see.
He could only keep moving forward.
Tushanjun has selfish motives. He is making a choice. People will definitely die in this battle, but he must keep his disciples alive.
Wu Rong knew the problem.
That is because the teacher wants his disciple to survive.
Otherwise, if a top three-flower expert is in charge of the soul flag, the winning rate will be at least 30 to 40% higher.
But that's what war is like.
Someone has to sacrifice.
Everything is for the greater good.
The elders of the sect are role models, and he, Wu Rong, is by no means a coward.
He didn't hand over the Zunhun Banner not because he was greedy for life, but because he felt that only he could let the teacher exert his full power.
Only his great power can help the teacher defeat this powerful enemy.
This is the real reason why he clings to the divine weapon despite his cultivation level of Erhua.
So he said in a deep voice: "I can definitely hold on."
Extremely firm.
"The elders of the sect are all strong, but facing such a number of monks of the same level, they are still under a lot of pressure. If we don't relieve the pressure and wait until they die, the other Dao Lords will gather together, which will definitely be detrimental to us."
"And teacher, you see, Yan Fu has not taken action yet and is staying away from the matter."
It's so peaceful.
"I don't believe that he doesn't know our plan and will die immediately."
"I believe the elders will trade their lives for their lives."
"But why didn't he take action?"
Tu Shanjun's eyes burst with murderous intent: "He has means."
Wu Rong nodded and said: "I infer that it is probably something that can destroy or restrict the soul of Dao Lord."
"Teacher, please trust me."
"I believe you!"
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with heaviness and sadness.
After saying these words, he understood that the master and the disciple were going to fight tooth and nail.
Hold on to the soul flag.
Raising his hand, he took off the green and black flag cloth with the evil ghost's fangs still attached, and fluttered behind him on the avenue like a cloak.
The ripples in the sky made of black water reflect the face of another person. If you look closely, it looks like two people overlapped.
In the endless ghost image, a blue and white ghost's feet stepped on the shallow ripples.
One step across.
The red-haired ghost walked out of his trance body.
Wu Rong immediately twisted his hand.
…
"That's him."
"Lord of the Underworld."
"Master Si Mingdao."
"What is he capable of?"
Contempt flashed in the eyes of the many Sanhua experts who were watching the battle. When Tushanjun got on top of him, he was naturally invincible.
Now that his true body has appeared, he is just a second flower. To get involved in such a fight is to seek death. Logically speaking, the second flower should retreat honestly and enter the main battlefield.
It should not appear in the center to decide the outcome.
"I think he relies solely on the magic weapon to be so powerful. If it weren't for Tushanjun, he wouldn't even be able to catch a Dao Lord."
"Who said just now that you want me to fuck you? It will definitely be better if you fuck me."
…
Wu Rong didn't know what others thought, and even if he knew, he wouldn't be swayed.
Shout loudly:
"open!"
"Dutian Ghost King Killing Formation."
Buzz!
The sky is filled with black air.
The illusory main pole is like a pillar of heaven, soaring up to the nine heavens and down to the nine netherworlds. It is brilliant and gorgeous. The layers of chaotic mysterious energy surrounding the main pole of the sky pillar turn into a new layer of clouds and vast sky, a black armor frenzy.
The powerful auras were like gods, like the ancient divine court unfurling its banner once again.
The great banner of the Chinese Army in every heaven has the aura of the Taoist Lord.
The Yin soldiers from the Netherworld God's Mansion stepped on the clouds and formed a forest.
Hundreds of millions of sinister soldiers and millions of ghost generals.
The ten kings guard the end of the world.
The tide of evil spirits rises and falls.
The giant wheel shrine standing on the mountains of boundless evil spirits is shaped like a ruan chariot.
Wu Rong, who climbed onto the throne, sat down calmly.
Take out a treasure map.
Suddenly unfolded.
"That is?!"
"The true spiritual karma of the ancient divine court can confer the title of the mountain god He Bo, Tu Gong Tu Po!"
In the Eastern Wasteland, the City God's Temple within the Tianyang Shen Sect shone with aura.
Wu Rong looked up to the sky and screamed: "Every land I pass by underworld is named by God!"
"Tingfeng."
Bang.
The treasure map suddenly collapsed.
The silhouetted Wu Rong is like the Lord of the Divine Court.
Like the moon.
Like the sun.
Brilliant and brilliant.
…
The red-eyed ghosts wearing copper coin masks and Ge Qing fought back to back.
suddenly.
Another wave of power surged out of his body, as if he had received some kind of blessing. The initial stage of transformation that was fighting with them was cut down, and his soul was absorbed by the giant ship's soul-guiding flag in the distance with a hiss.
The red-eyed ghost was shocked: "What's going on?"
"listen!"
"It's the master of the palace!"
[Every land I pass by underworld is named by God!]
"Are we gods?"
"Even the smallest god is still a god and has real power."
"..."
Scenes like this were repeated among the underworld army, and all of them received the name of God in the edict.
Originally, as a monk from Yintian, the expedition to Tianyuan would weaken his own combat power. That is, he relied on the protection of the evil spirit to keep his strength equal.
Now I have been blessed by heaven and earth.
Strength has improved greatly, and morale has been boosted again.
"kill!"
"Kill the enemy!"
…
Under Wu Rong's pale face, a faint Taoist blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Just as he ordered hundreds of millions of soldiers and horses to be sealed, his illusory third Taoist flower completely solidified.
There is absolutely no frivolity at all
With the support of Sanhua Daojun, the entire world was enveloped by the Dutian Ghost King's Killing Formation of the Soul Flag.
"Siege the city and capture the territory!"
Lord of all gods.
Artificial sky!
Wu Rong took a huge risk to completely stabilize Sanhua Daojun's conduct.
Grinning, he said: "It turns out that even if I grant you the imperial edict, it will not be recognized by heaven and earth."
"It's different now. The war between heaven and earth has begun, and Yintian and Moyuan have intersected. As the one who carries the destiny, God is still on my side after all."
"teacher……"
"I already have enough mana."
"Let's take action."
Tu Shanjun, who was holding the hammer of the soul banner, suddenly looked back.
His eyes were red and his lips were trembling slightly.
The weight of the Divine Lord's edict falls entirely on one person. What a terrifying pressure this must be. If he is not careful, he will be crushed into ashes and buried in ancient history.
The surging mana like a galaxy filled the malnourished body with blood as if it were inflated.
Tu Shanjun turned grief and anger into strength.
His bluish-white face was completely transformed into a ghost.
Ghost Fang Fu was startled.
He found that the overwhelming aura of ghosts and gods surged again.
This shows that the other party did not show its strongest strength just now.
Tu Shanjun completely revealed his true nature as a soul-eating ghost.
Smiling evilly:
"Don't worry, none of them can escape."
"They all deserve to die!"
"Since he has the means to prevent the soul from entering the banner, there is no need to divide the battlefield."
Tushanjun shook the hammer.
The separated void barrier was smashed by the hammer in his hand.
Run over.
At the same time, the Dutian Ghost King's killing formation condensed several pieces of heaven and earth into one.
boom!
One hammer.
Zhongzhang Daojun's battlefield was dragged into the killing array by a hammer.