The tense spiritual consciousness of the Antarctic Heavenly Lord split the space like an ancestor's soldier, breaking into a shadow reflected in a space of different sizes and still moving.
His eyes locked in the heavy fog that was hiding the sun.
The huge darkness that seemed to make the universe migrate slowly retreated like a tide, but in fact it was simply far away.
I did feel the collapse of the Ancestral Emperor's Army for a moment, but the cracked fog did not scatter, but it was like someone was guiding him to flow in one direction.
"He's gone!"
The voice of the Bunqi Emperor was mixed with roar. Wuliang Demon Pupil was stunned and suddenly turned around and said, "Can he leave?"
The Dharma is as clear as nodding slightly.
He was the first person to come here and witnessed the change of Tushanjun's aura.
If the Great Heavenly Lord was originally gentle, conservative, inaction and incompetent, then he had already shown the fierceness of the evil ghost in hell inside, and completely tore off the cloak of kindness on his body.
It seems like I was angry with something and broke away from the seal.
"The seal is not reliable for those powerful people like Qingdi." Emperor Bunqi frowned.
Emperor Qing is an ancient great supernatural power, no less than the existence of the ancestors of the Three Sects.
Nanji Tianzun asked seriously and solemnly: "If Emperor Qing was not strong, he would not be able to catch him at all."
He said, "Can you catch it but not kill it..."
"I'm afraid that he has become the leader of the Palm Heaven after so many years."
"How many masters of the Palm Heavenly Sect are there in this world?" The Nanji Heavenly Lord shook his head slightly.
The Emperor of Bandqi looked stagnant and said with a side look: "What do you think of the master?"
The Tathagata of the Dharma Ming took over the words, thought carefully, and received the decree. The former World Honored One repeatedly told him to tell him to move him with emotion and reason. This person is very nostalgic, and he is soft but not hard. Only a few can make Tushan Jun fight. Just one thing.
"Maybe there is a change in the underworld, or someone he cares about is in danger."
The expressions of the Antarctic Heavenly Lord and the Bandqi Emperor changed at the same time.
The Tathagata of the Dharma-Ming used the divine passage of the heavenly eyes: "I see the changes in the black clouds, which should be turned to the cloudy sky..."
...
extrusion.
asphyxia.
The ancient emperor from the Xuan Sect unconsciously showed his true form, with scales covering his body, and his golden eyes burst out with the emperor's breath. However, what is terrible is that no matter how hard he struggles, the ghost hand imprinted on his face is like The same thing that grew from the face was not only not thrown away, but it was not moved at all.
Fear lingers in my heart.
He hurriedly said: "Emperor..."
Click!
The voice was cut off, and the sound of the skull shattering echoed in my mind.
I had to look up at the scarlet red above.
Blurred vision.
Only the emperor with green face and fangs opened his mouth and spit out his fairy breath.
The head floated on the headless body.
The great god's body suddenly opened his eyes.
Yu Shen touched his neck in surprise, and he seemed to be alive again. No, he never died. He rarely dies directly. Even if his body is broken, he can use his supernatural powers to be reborn.
Only the remaining souls can be slowly completed.
Not to mention that his soul is still completely wrapped in the Book of Life and Death.
Looking at the sky, his eyes were like copper bells, and he exclaimed: "God!"
The remaining five great magical powers moved together, but they did not attack Tushanjun but turned around and left. They blocked the space of the twenty-four fixed-opening piles to escape from the Yin-Yang millstone.
The ghost who stood still looked up and snorted coldly.
Buzz!
The interlaced time and space are completely melted into a piece and returned from the void and located in Luodu Mountain.
Looking at the vast ruins, Tushan Jun recited silently.
The Yin-Yang Seal, which was originally held by the Fierce Master, was hung above the Emperor's head. The Yin-Yang Millets seemed to be the emergence of time. Then, accompanied by a terrifying inspiration, illusory light and shadow appeared in the ruins of Luodu Mountain, and they quickly returned to their positions as if time had flowed back.
Until the phantom and reality completely coincide.
The evil monk widened his eyes.
What he practices is to travel through the great road and be able to flow against the long river of time.
However, it is absolutely impossible to support such a huge reversal. Even the soul that was destroyed was retraceable, and the entire Luodu Mountain 30,000 miles and many star cities were completely restored to its original state.
I couldn't help but be surprised and exclaimed: "Great supernatural power!"
These great supernatural powers are not really great supernatural powers at all.
It is really limited to what can be done by being a great master.
The creatures in Luodu Mountain suddenly felt like a dream.
It was as if I was just a trance just now, and then I returned to my previous prosperity. Many monks even had no idea what had happened just now. Only those ghost kings, Yin Shuai, and the Taoist lord who rushed to help understood what was going on.
Son, everything clearly turned into dust now appeared intact in front of everyone.
As a prince of the country, Luo Shentong came alone, and the giant ship group of Shura tribe has set sail.
The Taoist lord of hundreds of clans moves when he hears the wind.
The Fire Crow Daojun drove the Divine Fire Chariot like the sun rising from the sky.
"What's going on?!" Feng Xi was shocked. They were all the officials of the border who were close to Luodu. Of course, the incident in Luodu Mountain was captured by them, but everything was in the flash.
He also didn't realize what caused Luodu Mountain to collapse.
The Yasha King hugged his shoulders and said in a deep voice: "The 30,000 miles of Luodu Mountain just now disappeared."
Luo Shentong narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "There are ten palaces of Yama Luo in Luodu Mountain, all of which are great magical powers. Even if something really happens, you can control the situation unless..."
He did not continue to say anything, but the meaning in his words was already particularly obvious unless there was a problem within the Ten Palaces of Hell.
"This..." Feng Xi frowned.
After a while, many Taoist lords have arrived.
The black man pointed at Yuantian and exclaimed: "Look!"
...
The eighty-one pillars of the heavenly evil formation unfolded, and the twenty-four fixed-knot piles were completely assimilated, so that the space that originally allowed them to come and go was solidified into an invisible alchemy furnace at the same time.
Tu Shanjun stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. The black gold nail hammer appeared, and the immortal breath of the ancestor emperor's soldiers rushed towards him.
The blue-black giant banner changed the world.
Luodu Mountain is like a central army formation holding up the pillar of heaven.
The black gold pillars are covered with scarlet lava, and the scorching karma fire burns to cover the world in the dark red clouds.
"It's the Soul Banner!"
Luo Shentong was both surprised and happy.
It has been a thousand years since God disappeared, but I didn’t expect that the Soul Banner has not disappeared and has been in Luodu Mountain.
Since the Soul Banner is unfolded in Luodu Mountain, it means that God has come out of seclusion.
Thousands of years are long for ordinary people or monks with low cultivation, and for them it is just a long retreat.
I just don't know who is in charge.
"God is out of seclusion?"
Feng Xi was overjoyed. He was suppressed by the ten clans over the years. He also surrendered to him early. He was an old minister in the underworld, but he was not given a single position. He had been unhappy for many years.
If the Ten Palaces of Hell really did something extraordinary, he might have a chance.
"It seems like I've taken action when I look at this scene." Fire Crow Daojun stroked his long beard, and his golden fire god eyes wanted to see through the moving formation.
"good!"
"It's better to do it. I've seen that the Yan Luo is not going well, and it's time to replace him!" Feng Xi did not hide his ambitions at all.
He also followed the late emperor to fight south and north, and led the way every time, but when he was about to come, he let the powerful masters of the ten clans take that position. He was dissatisfied and sneered, "You should think so too."
Everyone was speechless, and they wouldn't say it even if they really thought so.
...
The ancient emperor had no choice but to support the body-protecting energy, but the karma fire seemed to burn from the void, and the operation of the magic power and inspiration was severely blocked, but he could not escape from his body.
The soul-honored banner, which was erect like a pillar of heaven, defeated the soul and killed the ancient emperor in the Demon Abyss in the Heavenly Abyss.
The ancient emperor hurriedly spoke: "Please ask the Emperor for the sake of the ancestor of Xuanmen..."
Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, the mace had shattered his head, and the emperor's blood was spilled, and his muscles and bones were limp.
The ghost hand sealed his soul like a net of heaven and earth.
Tu Shanjun kicked the imperial soldier away and said lightly: "You just happen to be missing a good ancestral soldier, so make do with it."
Yu Shen was overjoyed, not thinking that this was the ancient emperor soldier who had cut his head, and bowed happily: "Thank you, ancestor!"
"No hurry, wait until I peel them off and refine your armor for you."
Tu Shanjun's red eyes were full of fierceness and unconcealed malice.
Control the formation with one hand.
Directly pull the space up again to make it escape into the void.
Holding a mace in the right hand.
With a force, the soul banner that was as strong as a hammer was as strong as a flying star, like Mount Tai falling from the nine heavens, heading straight to the ancient emperor of Hehuan Sect.
The ancient emperor of Shengxi had no choice but to avoid it. The mixed iron rod in his hand surged in the storm, and the magical spirit swelled like fog. The nail hammer and the iron rod blasted against each other in the void universe, just like two worlds colliding.
The aftermath of the Milky Way shattered the vast stars, and the originally bright universe also showed a deep dark vacuum.
puff!
The ancient emperor Shengxi was shocked and touched the gushing of the emperor's blood, but he couldn't handle a move.
He shouted: "Palm Heaven... Master!"
His eyes were filled with horror and fear.
The Ghost Emperor who appeared in front of him was clearly the real leader of the Palm Heaven Sect.
There are so many cultivators in the world, and the leader of the Palm Heaven Sect is only a number of hands. He is the top cultivator in this world. His ordinary supernatural powers are not the enemy of one combination. Even if the five of them join forces, they will only die slowly. In that one
Under the intimidation of the ancestor emperor's weapons, death means death.
"No more..."
Before the words were finished, the mace had already tear open the void.
Bang!
The emperor's blood dissipated into starlight.
The ancient emperor of Shengxi suddenly blew the treasure air, forming a huge spherical shape, and just now split the blocked space in front of him. Without any shattered treasure bag in his hand, the imperial body disappeared.
Tushanjun's spiritual sense did not capture the ancient emperor Shengxi, but did not continue to search.
These ancient magical powers always have some ways to save lives.
"I'll chase!" The evil monk volunteered.
Tu Shanjun waved his hand slightly and said lightly: "It's okay, let him go, the monk can't run away from the temple."
The implication is: If he doesn’t run away, how can I break through the mountain gate of Hehuan Sect?
When doing things, one must be a master with a reputation.
Bang!
Stepping on the immortal aura with one foot.
The fleeing immortal was trampled on his head.
Tu Shanjun bent down and put his ghost hand on his knees.
He leaned over and asked with a grin:
"Although I have a gap with the Guxianlou, both sides still maintain a tacit understanding. They are not as serious as Hehuan Sect. Why do fellow Taoist, the scattered immortal, also interfere in the housework in my underworld?"