Although they couldn't die, they couldn't just watch.
"It's time for this body to burn completely."
"We old monsters should have died that day."
Elder Ping's eyes were calm, and Taiyi Xuanguang reshaped the divine sword.
"Live and let live together."
"Live and die together!"
Wu Rong, who was sitting on the golden lantern, looked at the emperor's case in front of him, divided the ten directions' flags with military orders, and said loudly: "Masters and uncles, please obey the order!"
call out.
An order flag fell into the hands of Senior Brother Zhou.
Letter to:
"Absolutely!"
Another small flag flew out in front of Ping Chaojing and was caught by him.
Letter to:
"punish!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Several more small flags were sent out.
The boy, Grandma Disha, and the strong man with a broken arm caught him.
Chongming Daodaojun held the small flag, and Ji Jianzun also got the flag.
"cut."
"Destroy."
"decline."
"exhaust."
"die."
Light green tail flames fluttered in the corners of Wu Rong's eyes. He was like a divine king sitting in the middle of the army, holding the ghost king's seal and saying boldly: "Please return to your throne, kings!"
"Here!"
Seven into the formation.
All are top three flowers.
On a cloudy day, one can become a prince.
With these seven kings holding command flags, the foundation of the Dutian Ghost King's Killing Formation was completely solid. At this moment, Wu Rong looked calm, with fighting spirit leaping in his eyes, and roared: "Wind, Fire and Thunder!"
Three command flags surged into the courtyard pillars like real dragons.
Dao Jun Gui Bodhisattva caught the thunder order.
Yuan Tong's soul got the fire order.
Wu Rong was guarding and at the same time in charge of the wind order!
The Dao Lords who did not attack Tushanjun in the first place were just trying to pick up the slack.
But for a moment.
The Dao Lords who were supposed to be decadent and depleted of pressure actually received blessings with the help of the formation.
When they fought again, they fully realized why these five people could survive despite the civil strife in the Shengxian Sect.
"Is it too late to change now?"
"I don't want to bite a hard nut."
Several people complained secretly.
…
Tu Shanjun's eyes were like cold knives.
Step out barefoot.
Burst with pressure.
Black mysterious light suddenly covered it.
"Although there are means to protect the soul, the evil spirit will still remain."
"boom!"
Tushanjun strode forward.
"kill!"
Everyone took action at the same time, throwing magical powers at no cost.
Instantly.
It drowned Tushanjun who was in the center.
It is still too terrifying for dozens of Dao Lords to take action, that is, to target just one Tushan Lord, otherwise the entire Tianyuan battlefield will be shattered, sunk into starry sky fragments and merged into the Demonic Abyss.
The top ten Dao Lords were even more merciless.
They only regretted that they did not take action earlier.
How could such a monster be allowed to become enlightened and grow up?
"die!"
"kill!
"Spirit of the Divine Weapon, today is the day you die."
…
"The true spirit of the devil!"
"Immortal!"
The ghosts and gods roared, calling for the body-protecting true energy.
The hammer turns upside down like the shuttle of a loom, dragging the threads of life and death.
The yin and yang wheel behind him rotated at high speed, crazily destroying the incoming magical powers.
The infinite mystical skills could only be extinguished in front of him.
The road is like a millstone, and the heart is ruthless.
"What?!" King Huanxi was shocked. Now he understood a little bit why none of the five of them, including Old Monster Huang, could take down this spirit.
This tyrannical behavior completely wiped out their magical powers.
Three flowers bear three paths, and the three paths echo each other.
This spirit's strength is the strongest even among the top Dao Lords.
"He has become stronger again." Fear flashed in King Xi's eyes. He knew that he would not die, but his heart was still trembling in the face of such a monster.
He has been afraid since he defeated his magic weapon with three hammers.
"No."
The Immortal King clenched his silver teeth tightly, and his crystal lips were pale and bloodless.
"It's not that he has become stronger, it's that he is exerting the power he should have."
"That's right, we were dealing with him just now who was supported by the magic power of two flowers. Now that Wu Rong and three flowers are gathered at the top, he can use his power completely without restraint!"
Mr. Xiaoyao Daodao looked strange and said angrily: "Don't try to increase others' ambition and destroy your own prestige."
"Since his immortal body and millstone can withstand most magical powers, we will kill him at close range and smash him to pieces."
"That's right."
"Close combat!"
"Destroy him!"
More than ten Dao Lords quickly changed their strategies.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds, whips, slippers and hammers, axes and axes, golden gourds, sickles and shovels, they all used every opportunity to exploit, and did not give Tushanjun any chance to breathe.
Phew.
Stab.
Without checking for a moment, dozens of wounds suddenly appeared on Tushanjun's body.
Some of the marks are so deep that bones can be seen.
Black jade bones are surrounded by divine light.
"Good opportunity." Mr. Xiaoyao Dao was overjoyed.
Sure enough, he found the weakness of the weapon spirit.
What's the use of relying on Taoism to be powerful? Sanhua carrying the three Taoisms is indeed powerful, but after all, everyone's Taoism is similar. Under the siege of so many people, they will definitely show their flaws and be killed by everyone's magic weapons.
"quick."
"Don't be stunned."
"Kill him!"
Seeing that Tushanjun was injured, Yi Erhua Daojun who lived in the outlying group was overjoyed.
This was a battle that will go down in history.
Even if there is no call from the Dao Lords, they will help. No, Erhua's dust path pierced a divine weapon awl and went straight to the chest and heart of the majestic figure.
"The opportunity to become famous all over the world is mine!"
Chendao yelled and took action.
The evil ghost was blocking the way from left to right, and the hammer danced like a windmill, as if it was not aware of this cone at all.
"don't want!"
The one who shouted was not someone else but Ghost Fang Fu.
Bang!
Blood splattered.
The bones and flesh were broken into large pieces.
It exploded like a watermelon into a puddle of red, white, green and black.
The black-red hammer was dragged over, revealing a pair of immortal eyes exuding malice. Qingtie's face was as smooth as if he had crushed an ant to death.
The yin and yang millstone behind him gathered the remaining flesh and blood and crushed it into evil spirit.
Open your bloody mouth.
Tushanjun swallowed the boundless evil spirit.
Ghost Fang Fu shook his head.
He was the first to fight Tushanjun, and he knew the weight of the hammer best.
Sanhua Daojun can also perform three or two hard cuts like a magic weapon.
If one or two flowers come near.
Seriously: if you rub it, you will be injured; if you swing it, you will die.
It exploded with one hammer!
"Get out!"
"Everyone, get out of here!"
Tie Xianhou was furious.
With one palm, he pushed back many Dao Lords who were about to rush forward.
Doesn't this bring evil energy to Tushanjun?
If Tushanjun is allowed to kill both the first and second flowers, the evil spirit condensed can be used to forge ancestral weapons.
If the ancestor soldiers show up, they will be dragged to death.
"Master Dao, come closer, and all the flowers will roll away!"
"Get away and release your magical powers."
There was a lot of yelling and cursing.
Lord Dao did not care about his own demeanor at all.
Now is the time to fight desperately, who cares about this.
"No, he was injured just to attract us!"
"Return to your place, return to your place."
"..."
"Return them all to me."
"Stand where you did just now, stand now!"
More than a dozen Dao Lords quickly took action to organize their formation.
However, they were still a little slower. In just a short time, Tushanjun had killed three Yierhuadaojun who rushed in, and the accumulated evil energy was a little more.
"It's too late!" Tu Shanjun laughed and chased after him.
Just now, he was afraid that these people would not get close to him and use their magical powers to weaken his moral ability and magic power, so he deliberately did not resist with all his strength.
You are more attractive when you are hurt.
Now that the formation is in chaos and he wants to readjust it, he has to ask the hammer in his hand if he agrees.
"Killing Technique!"
Cold.
This is the first feeling of a monk who comes into contact with a hammer.
Biting to the bone.
There is no pain because it is too late.
The moment the hammer touched the body, it exploded.
They are like pieces of red-hot iron.
One hammer down, and sparks fly.
Tushanjun is like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep.
Crazy killing spree.
One hammer blow and it's a puddle of mud.
Then the yin and yang millstones melted into evil spirits.
He wasn't quite sure what Yan Fu had done to make him unable to extract his soul.
Or is it that these monks do not have souls and true spirits in their bodies at all.
But it shouldn't be.
He had already smelled the soul.
"I don't want to die!"
Bang!
Another Ikkadō-kun has become a dead soul under the hammer.
This time.
Tu Shanjun looked shocked.
Surprised: "Soul?!"
Wu Rong's face flashed with joy: "Someone has entered the flag!"
"not good!"
Ghost Fang Fu shouted.
When Daojun dies, he uses the method of transcendence to take away his soul in one step.
Once a monk cannot withstand such great pressure and no longer uses his magical powers, and his soul cannot be protected by the salvation method, he will become a slave soul of the Soul Reverend Banner.
In a hurry, the Dao Lords finally surrounded Tushan Lord again.
"Damn it!"
"Why don't you pinch the spell?"
"..."
"If you don't want to go, then die, and die in the Zunhun Banner."
The death of Ichika Michio-kun attracted a lot of criticism.
There are always smart people like this.
He told him that the Zunhun Banner would capture the soul, but he didn't listen.
He thinks that his escape skills are invincible and he can escape in a chaotic battle.
But unexpectedly, their plan was ruined.
…
"I see!"
The black-robed monk Ruzang shouted: "It is the salvation law that protects the soul."
Wu Rong glanced sideways.
Ruzang said without reservation: "The Great Sect has a magical power that can lead monks to the Western Paradise."
"One or two Flower Dao Lords will become Protector Jialan, and Three Flower Dao Lords will have the opportunity to sit on the lotus platform and become a Bodhisattva."
"So it was Buddhism that stole my soul." Tu Shanjun, who was worried, sneered.
He was fighting life and death, and Buddhism got a large number of protective Jialan and Three Flower Bodhisattvas without doing anything.
No wonder there's no movement at all.
It turned out that he had already started to grab food from his bowl.
Tushanjun's ferocious gaze flew across.
call out.
He raised his hammer and pointed it at everyone.
He said with a ferocious smile: "I said that no one is afraid of death. It turns out there is a way out!"
Those Dao Lords who fought against Elder Heping and others couldn't help but feel happy.
What they thought was a tough fight was already considered a soft persimmon compared to that evil spirit with a heartless heart.
Inverted Bodhisattva recited Amitabha.
He glared at the monk in black: "Junior brother, are you going to betray the great sect!"
The monk in black was silent for a moment when asked.
The Bodhisattva Upside Down encouraged: "Amitabha, fellow Taoists, don't be afraid. Only by meditating on magical powers can you protect your true spirit from being destroyed and your soul from being harmed."
"Anyone who is lucky will be hurt by evil spirits!"
"As long as we work together, we can kill the devil!"
Gui Fangfu turned his eyes and said loudly: "The devil kings of the devil abyss, why don't you take action?"