The blazing fairy light rushed straight into the Ninth Heaven, and the Iron Armor of the Yan Demon Emperor seemed to have come alive and completely merged with the flesh and blood body, becoming a real skin in the ignited gray fairy light.
The long gray hair hangs upside down and dances wildly, and the eyes are cycling and evolve again.
The fairy eyes appeared in shock.
Split the chaos and forged the divine light.
The immortal patterns on the Yan Emperor's battle halberd were lit one by one.
The fairy breath that is simple and vast but also contains supreme inspiration is melted together.
The gray palm protruded out of the immortal light of thousands of turns.
Hold the battle halberd in one hand.
boom!
All the inscriptions are bright and the fairy light is flourishing.
The Emperor Yan Mo forced Tu Shanjun to retreat.
"Tread the nine heavens, split the ten earths, kill the world, and avoid ghosts and gods!"
His eyes drooped, and he slowly raised his left arm, and the little shield suddenly shone brightly: "You are already the best in the world if you can force me to this level!"
"After this battle, some of us will disappear. I don't know if it's you, me or others, but it's a pity that I didn't become a true immortal with this move..."
There was endless loneliness in the words of Yan Mohuang. He had been waiting for too long, too long.
As a strong man who has survived since ancient times, he is not far from "disappearing". Every time he takes action, he moves towards death. What kind of magical power is this?
If you cannot become an immortal, it is meaningless to reach the realm of great supernatural powers.
His support to the underworld may not be to make further progress. Now that the tribe members have failed, he cannot let the young emperor beheaded by Tushanjun.
Fortunately, there is still a battle.
Cultivators and monks always speak with their cultivation level. They do not disappear into history, but exert the blood of the emperor and immortals, and transform into battles and immortals.
Nothing can make a great power boil more than a hearty battle.
Not willing.
anger.
All turned into the ultimate combat power!
"bring it on."
"Tushanjun!"
The roar came from the nine heavens.
Clam!
The Yan Emperor's Litter burst out with a dazzling fairy light.
The Great Wilderness of the Universe seemed to feel the horror of the old man and trembled endlessly. The galaxies and stars turned into pure sand under the influence of the war energy.
Even the colorful domain barrier trembled at this moment, as if the barriers in the underworld could not withstand the powerful pressure of the old war immortal.
At this point, only the purest showdown between the Great Dao and the Emperor Dao is left.
Step 5: The monk's inseparable and incompleteness, the influence of magic and magical powers gradually becomes smaller. Unless one side overwhelmingly defeats the other side, the body is immortal and the soul is immortal, and I don't know what it takes to be polished to.
Moreover, the more you take action, the faster you disappear. There will be very few battles between great supernatural monks. They prefer to plan for the younger generation and slowly gain profits.
Being able to use this great magical power at the bottom of the box, a body of emperor blood almost becomes immortal blood, turning himself into a war immortal is enough to show that Yan Mohuang is afraid of Tushanjun, and he completely regards it as the real leader of the Heavenly Master, and is ready to be thoroughly prepared.
The underworld has been sunk, leaving Tushanjun’s great way without support and foundation.
Tushanjun Qingtie's face was unprecedentedly solemn.
In the past, he had broken other major domains, but now he was threatened.
Now the Emperor of Yan Mo has long surpassed the ordinary fifth step of the supernatural power. If he really let go of his hands and feet, he will really be damaged in the underworld.
However, he was not too worried. There were the Ten Palaces of Hell, the Five Ghost Emperors, and other great supernatural powers that would not be destroyed if they were not so simple.
One-hand twisting technique.
Diyin is overturned:
"Three Pure One!"
The bodies of the immortal and demon completely evolved from the Ghost Emperor, standing beside him like a phantom.
“Hell Change.”
boom!
The eighteen levels of hell completely broke free from the upper underworld and were fully displayed in front of the world. It was like a huge black banner that raised the sky and was like an ancient road running through ancient and modern times.
A black arm once again emerged under Tushanjun's ribs, and he took the mace from his original arm.
Let go of the nail hammer and make seals.
The magic ape's tactics have been activated to the extreme.
The tactics are no longer what they used to be, but based on the evolution of Tushanjun's diligent evolution.
The immortal eyes that were rotating were opened and closed, and the yin and yang fairy light burst out.
The gray mysterious edge of black and white woven cut open the time and space in front of him and headed straight for Yan Mohuang.
Bang!
Emperor Yan Mo was shocked. His surging immortal blood, surging imperial energy, and his inspiration that reached the extreme were shaken by this witness technique.
A long whistle:
"broken!"
The immortal body that is invincible to all laws has aged a lot.
"Yan Mo Emperor!"
The voice of the dark emperor came from the void, like the call of the intertwined great roads.
The Emperor Yan Mo said in a stern manner and held up his battle halberd tore open the blockade of the invisible shrine.
Instead of looking for Tushanjun's figure, he waved his strongest killer move and headed straight for the Yintian Domain.
The reason why the world is called the world is because the larger domain barriers are not only vast but also strong enough. Only they devour the divisions of small places and no other domain barriers can shake them.
Tushanjun spread his hand out the book of life and death, turning into a huge scroll to block the territory.
His eyes were swiftly turning, trying to completely use the yin and yang mysterious light to completely consume the life of the Demon Emperor. Without any hesitation, he stretched out his palm and wrote the true name of the Demon Emperor with the Emperor's blood.
If an ordinary monk had long been snatched away by the Life and Death Book, the strength of the Demon Emperor Monster was too strong.
Tushanjun swallowed life and death with his yin and yang pupils. Billions of souls called the true spirit, but he did not shake his life.
Open your bloody mouth,
Crying:
"Six Paths of Reincarnation Strike!"
The trinity of Tushanjun fought against each other with the army of the ancestor emperor.
The Emperor's Dao fights to the extreme.
Long!
The Nether Lord held the Blood Sea Bead in his hand, and the Yuantu sword behind him buzzed. Seeing the battle energy in the sky turned into many mountains, he immediately took a step and stood in the void and said loudly: "The River Styx will not die, and the Sea of Blood will not dry!"
Boom!
The Styx River in the Underworld is like a crazy dragon roaring and boiling, and the blood-colored mist turns into ripples to open the sky.
"Let's take action together!"
Yu Shen immediately organized the Yama to fight against each other.
Emperor Taiyue carried a mirror and held a knife. The ancient emperor's soldiers were like crescent moons in the sky, and even showed their power through the full moon in the sky that was close to the world.
A galaxy is hung on the sky to form a moonlight, adding a foundation to the blood-colored sky curtain, completely stabilizing the illusory sky curtain, and bursting out infinite light.
King Garnaro showed his true body, a one-eyed snake surrounded the black banner and plastered, and his closed eyes slowly opened, and the world seemed to be dimming, time and space were controlled by him, and the night and day were reflected in his eyes
, as if the world in his eyes is completely real.
When the Ghost Emperor saw that everyone was using their ability to put the bottom of the box, he couldn't help but sigh and threw the three mountain swords into the air. The three mountain swords turned into three real dragons, roaring and intertwined in the sky.
All the Yamas roared to the sky:
"withstand!"
Buzz!
The battle spirit was pouring down with a bang.
The Dutian Divine Evil Array suddenly shattered.
With Luodu Mountain as the center, the underworld is in turmoil.
The Netherworld is in the sea of blood and activates the Great Dragon of the Styx: "Stabilize the formation!"
...
The Kuixing Emperor's starry sky-like face and body cannot tell at all the joys, anger, sorrow and happiness.
The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree turned into a big bore and was held in his hand. The golden lamp ignited the immortal fire on the top of his head.
The swaying flames made the emperor's breath surge again.
Although he only dealt with a clone of Tushanjun, the clone of Tushanjun that transformed into three purities had almost all the combat power of Tushanjun.
In the past, Tushanjun didn't dare to let go of a clone, and could only create a bloody body. Now he is full of magic power and is not worried about killing the banner master.
This is a pain.
He used to think that Wu Rong was pretentious, and that he would die at any time when he was running the Ancestral Emperor's Soldier.
Now he completely understood.
The pain was like tearing apart the body, and the magic power was like a surging galaxy rushing through the meridians, flushing over and over again. Even the emperor's body could not withstand the call that was far beyond his own strength.
Pain is still secondary. The most important thing is to grasp the sea of magic power and not let it dry up. Otherwise, what is consumed without magic power will be qi and blood, that is, life.
The soul banner is indeed a death talisman.
He shouldn't beautify this road.
The Soul-Sacrificing Banner is like a "siege". People inside want to go out, while people outside want to come in.
...
Kuixing Emperor, who was holding a big bolt, looked around and said, "Don't hide it all."
As he said that, his eyes fell on the Ancient Emperor of Dragon Man.
The Forgotten Emperor of the Wilderness clan was restrained by Tushanjun, but the Dragon Man's Five-Day Wind and Fire Formation should not be broken so simply. He suspected that Emperor Xi still did not pay attention to Tushanjun.
Emperor Xi did not speak out for his argument. He could not say that his five elements method was broken suddenly by the reverse of the five elements, and no one believed him if he said it.
The Nine Dragon Fan turned into a long soldier fairy sword and said in a deep voice: "A quick battle and quick decision will not be beneficial to us if we continue to fight."
The old zombie grinned, and the two copper coins he was holding were shining with fairy light. The obscure and ancient patterns looked like some words. A drop of majestic blood poured out on the jade bottle above his head, and as the old zombie swallowed it down, the whole person was swallowed.
Go to the next level of inspiration.
"What a pity, it's not the blood of the true immortal!"
The more this happens, the older zombie becomes more and more greedy when he looks at Tushanjun. If the ghost blood at the Master of the Palm Heaven Sect is refined properly, can it go further?
"I really don't want you to disappear into the horror."
"Ding Dong!"
A drop of black water fell down.
As the war energy spreads, Tushanjun staggers and stabilizes his body in a few steps. His chest and arms are completely cut open. His five internal organs and black Jade Emperor bones are completely exposed. The black and red emperor blood is scattered on the boundless
In the universe, he was unaware of it, but he was even more wanton.
The Emperor Yan Mo took a few steps back before stopping. His deformed and twisted arms seemed to be completely crushed into a piece of mud, his chest collapsed half an inch, and his fairy body's skin was stained with blood and he could not see the original Taoist bones of his fairy body.
The evil spirit of immortality tirelessly repaired Tushanjun's body, grabbed the nail hammer, and said hideously: "I will crush you to death before you disappear and pull out your soul!"
"Arrogant!"
"It's really crazy!"
“…”
"Bang!"
The Forgotten Ancient Emperor of the Wilderness clan looked down and at some point, the Black Golden Emperor's soldier had already penetrated his body.
But what puzzled him was that the Taoist body Tushanjun who was fighting with him was clearly blocked by his imperial soldier, falling to the Shentan. Yu Guang swept over, and the four of them were also dealing with one of them.
“Not one to one?!”
The Forgotten Ancient Emperor spit out a large piece of Emperor's blood.
A hoarse voice came: "But there has never been anyone else, only me!"
The ancient emperor immediately tore his body apart and used his imperial army to escape: "Hao..."
Bang.
The ghost hand becomes a fist, and the blow of the soul-swallowing and refining spirit shatters the head of the Forgotten Ancient Emperor.
The ancient emperor's great powers were still formed: "Sacrifice to my platform!"