Thousands of palaces were buried in magical powers and turned into powder.
The great formation of the protection palace rose from Luodu Mountain.
Five colors gather in the void to lock the depth of the cave ruins.
The formation was made by Tushanjun back then. The Dutian Shensha Formation created by the number of 99 is enough to resist ordinary great magical powers, but it requires multiple people to activate it.
Now Yu Shen, who is in charge of the formation, can only barely support him.
However, even such a large formation could not resist the attacks of the twelve great masters.
Click!
The cracks spread like spider webs.
On this day, monk Luodu saw the collapse of mountains and the fall of heaven and earth, just like the end of the world that destroyed the world came at this moment.
There was no time to be frightened, unable to speak, and there was no sense of the harshness. Everything was blowing like a spring breeze, and then it disappeared into it, as if it had never appeared.
"Dragon man Juxian, you're crazy!"
The god of God roared, and his crazy inspiration turned into a pillar of light that soared into the sky. The earth book of life and death echoed each other, barely gathering the terrifying aftermath.
The Yin-Yang Seal of the Evil-Stage of the Emperor's Monkey King shattered the void and continuously raised the battlefield, pulling the ruins into layers of voids, and sinking into vast domain barriers.
While gritting his teeth to resist, he felt a little blood flowing along the corner of his mouth. The fairy breath suddenly evaporated, and the imperial energy was still vigorous. He could not help but retreat when he was in charge of the Yin-Yang Seal.
The dragon man Juxian's eyes were firm and he said coldly: "Three major destiny ancestral tools."
This is the real foundation of the underworld. The Book of Life and Death, Yin and Yang Seal, and Reincarnation Platform are clearly controlled by the Ghost Emperor Zhongtian, the God of the King of Yama, and the Wheel King Dunyi. It was forged by the Emperor Tushan Lord.
It is not that the imperial weapon is better than the imperial weapon, but that is the artifact of the ancestral emperor that can truly determine victory or defeat.
Only by seizing the three ancestral weapons can you control the underworld.
If they were given time to prepare, with the three ancestral tools, their own great magical powers and the Dutian formation, Luodushan would be as solid as a god. Unfortunately, he was not alone, and most of them were not found by him. Thinking of this
He looked sideways and thought to himself: "The Wheel King Dunyi did not take action as agreed."
"The Wheel King!"
Yu Shen hurriedly shouted, if the three of them jointly activate the underworld ancestral weapon, they could still compete, otherwise they would have only one end.
I still did not take any action.
He just stood calmly in the cracks in the void.
"No need to shout, why do you think we can accurately know the time and gather so many great magical powers that have a grudge against Tushanjun."
The dragon man Juxian laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't worry, after the matter is done, you will be the new underworld and heaven. We respect you together."
The evil monk was shocked and angry, and cursed: "You are so damn confused! You still believe their nonsense!"
Wohoqi could not participate in such a shocking war at all. He quickly went to Taiyi to save Ku Tianzun and sent a letter to Tianyang Shenzong. There was a lord and an emperor in Tianzun, and Shenzong also had a brother of Feng Dao Ren and God. As long as he received it,
The news can instantly tear open the layers of space and come.
Dun Yi's eyes were still calm, and he said lightly: "Don't waste your time, I have already sealed the sky and the earth, and no news can be transmitted."
"What?!" Wohoqi was shocked and couldn't help but shed tears, looking at Dun Yi in disbelief.
He never thought that this person would be rebellious. This was an old minister who followed the former emperor and made great contributions. He just discovered that the ancestor had always kept a deadly restriction.
‘Is he trying to break the restrictions on his body?’
‘That’s why I rebel.’
‘But he would ask the ancestor for this matter, and he would agree with his ancestor’s character.’
Tu Shan Jinghong's eyes were solemn. If there were fewer people, she could still deal with it. However, these twelve great supernatural powers were enough to subvert the universe. No matter how powerful she was, she was limited by her realm. The shadow of the emperor stood in front of her and shared the burden for her.
The pressure, the thunder thunder cracked in the body, and the sound of the great way was blew.
"You can't wait. If you continue to endure like this, your father's Emperor Shadow will disappear sooner or later."
The dragon man with double pupils locked in is virtuous.
Give orders without hesitation.
"kill!"
The shadow of the emperor who was standing in front of Jinghong moved, and the torrent of magical powers was like a stream, unable to stop the emperor's advance. The pressure of the great magical powers seemed to no longer exist.
The illusory mace hammer slowly solidifies and is lifted silently.
Hell burst out from the sky with fairy light drowning the vast universe and turned it into darkness.
The dragon man Juxian was suddenly stunned.
The fog hit him disoriented.
Two scarlet eyes drifted in the darkness, as faint as a tail flame of a meteor.
The Dragon Man Juxian was shocked. It was just a full-strength attack from Tu Shanjun. He actually had twelve great magical powers against the current. With the blessing of the battle formation and the imperial weapon, he could not be defeated. After such a terror, the Dragon Man Juqiu was frightened.
Xian calmed down and roared: "Let me see the legendary God in the Underworld..."
Before he finished speaking, the dragon man Juxian felt the coldness coming.
He looked down.
The mace has crushed most of his body and embedded it in his internal organs.
puff!
It was cut into two pieces without any suspense.
The battle formation composed of twelve great magical powers also collapsed in an instant.
A small half flew backwards and spit out a large mouthful of emperor blood.
"How is that possible!"
The underworld Yan Luo coughed out fragments of his internal organs and his body trembled slightly. They almost couldn't resist it. No wonder they all said that Tushan Jun was powerful.
I used to think it was an exaggeration, but now I have truly realized how powerful this monk who relies on himself to become an emperor is.
After all, they are only subordinate to the Emperor, and their supernatural powers are still too weak.
The ancient emperor of Hehuan Sect was overjoyed: "Okay! She has no means."
Clam!
The evil master blocked Jinghong's face and said hideously: "Big!"
The Yin-Yang Seal turned into an imperial weapon milling plate to cover the world, and the spiritual consciousness locked in the ancient emperor of Hehuan Sect.
Retreat at once.
The ancient emperor of Hehuan Sect took three steps back and looked at the imperial weapon in his hand, and said in surprise: "It is enough to be praised for your subordinate position to force him to retreat by the sneak attack of the imperial weapon."
The emperor's aura was rippling, and his injuries were completely smoothed out.
The body of the dragon man Juxian was reconnected, and the surprise in his eyes slowly faded away, and he pondered: "Fortunately, it was just a full blow. If the real body was here, I would have died the attack just now. Unfortunately, the Emperor Ying did not have the honor.
The great power of the Soul Banner has made me stabilize my body again."
Tian Wu asked in a deep voice: "Is it okay?"
“No obstacle.”
One of the ancient emperors of the great clans said, "Tushan Lord is well-known!"
Tushan Junyue is stronger, and their murderous intent becomes stronger. The ten clans do not need a Supreme Emperor who steps on their heads. After killing three people to seize the ancestral weapon, they can slowly sort it out and thus completely grasp the underworld.
Let the underworld become a tool for their diligence in Taoism and constrain the world.
"Don't talk nonsense with them."
"Kill them."
“…”
Everyone took action together.
Yu Shen relied on the book of life and death to protect him, but he still couldn't help but feel miserable. Blood was everywhere, blood and flesh splattered, and the internal organs containing the crystal clear breath were interrupted and circulated with the five energys. The whole person was depressed and even his body was shaking.
The bloody battle is still not over, there is only fighting.
Yu Shen gritted his teeth, turned the earth book into a large scroll and closed the space and shouted: "Go away!"
"I know you can go."
The evil monk roared: "What should you do if I leave?"
Yu Shen kicked at the evil monk with one eye: "Save her."
The evil master did not hesitate, picked up Jinghong with one hand and used his magical powers: "Time and Space Shuttle!"
Bang!
He bumped into it and was shocked back.
The evil master who should have entered the water was shocked.
"You can't leave!"
"Twenty-four fixed-air piles have completely solidified the void!"
“…”
puff!
The imperial weapon pagoda suddenly suppressed the evil spirit, and even with the Yin-Yang seal protecting him, he was still bleeding.
Immediately afterwards, the great masters of Sanwu Poly rushed forward.
The emperor's body was suddenly torn apart.
The evil Zun's eyebrows flashed with light, and the injuries on his body recovered as if he had gone back in time.
King Qin Guang was concerned about the incense and persuaded him: "Take the person out and avoid disaster!"
An ancient emperor from the ten clans sneered: "Shut the road? The descendants of the blood sea have retired but you come out to serve as the big head."
"I see how many times he can travel."
The Sanxian from the Guxian Tower said, "He can't survive!"
The Master of Fierce Margin said anxiously: "Dun Yi, we will be you if we die!"
...
The Wheel King Dunyi looked at the battlefield in the void and said calmly: "I just use them."
The dragon man Juxian was still regulating his breath. When he heard Dun Yi say something, he opened his eyes and grinned, "That's great. You will die later, otherwise the result of the battle will not be enough."
The Evil Master had already traced back three times, and his blood was about to flow dry. He shouted and asked, "What are you trying to do?"
He sneered and then looked at Tushanjun.
Tushanjun stood not far away, and the veins on his forehead burst out, and his anger was like a sea of tides and bombarded his heart. He wished he could recite the spell and die. The only remaining reason made him not do this, and the fangs he spit out were ferocious.
The blue-white skin trembled slightly, and the purple-black nails pierced blood, but they still didn't realize it.
Li Xiao, who was as hoarse as a ghost in hell, said: "You are a smart person."
Dun Yi smiled and asked, "Three thousand nine hundred years... have enough rest!"
"Why?"
Dun Yi shook his head and said, "No one is instructing me, it's my own strategy."
"You want to retire and leave disputes, and enjoy family happiness. Not only will I not agree, they will not agree, and all the strong will not agree!"
"No matter if you are a great power of Taoist lord, an ancient emperor's great power, or a heavenly lord, you will not be able to turn back when you embark on the path of immortality."
"Our monks have only one goal."
"Become an immortal!"
An unimaginable heat burst out from his eyes.
He knew that Tushanjun must also want to become an immortal, but he also understood that Tushanjun wanted to resurrect the man in the banner. He would not have been unable to take action when Wu Rong died.
If a monk shakes his mind, he will have a demonic disaster.
Dunyi is willing to be the one who becomes a demon.
Dun Yi looked up at Tushanjun and said, "He is in the world, and he has no choice but to do so!"
Then he said with a longing: "You are the most potential person I have ever seen. If you even give up, I don't know how to persevere."
Anger made the phantom's ghost face hideous and terrifying.
Dun Yi pointed to the battlefield and said, "You can save her, save them!"
"save?"
Tian Wu laughed.
He no longer cared whether the spiritual consciousness saw them taking action. Anyway, as long as he seized the underworld, even if Tu Shanjun really came back, he would be a dog of a broken family.
The great masters thought they were sure to win, and they were all excited and breaking through the core of the underworld was right in front of them.
...
Dunyi ignored their ridicule.
Said.
He slowly took something out of his sleeve.
A broken and cracked Ancestral Emperor's soldier.
Blue and black flags.
Black gold main pole.
Skeleton evil ghosts entrenched.
Each of the three heads and six arms holds three auxiliary banners.
Although the ancestor emperor's weapons were full of cracks, there was no incomplete one.
It seems that the patterns on the avenues are just traces left by time.
There is no pressure, and there is no magical light.
This ancestor emperor weapon is like the most crude imitation, not even a trace of breath, but this is a real soul-saving banner!