"But, is that power really yours?" The person who spoke made his index and middle fingers act like swords.
Cut it out with one sword.
There was no overwhelming pressure at all, just a gentle breeze blowing on my face.
Just like the spring breeze, it is pleasant.
Tu Shanjun was shocked to find that his Baizhang Dharma Body was collapsing, as if it had been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain.
Like a wild god separated from the worship of the common people and the incense of his own dojo, he slowly withered under the erosion of time.
Is that time?
No, it's still the wind.
It's just the wind that lasted too long.
The sword's intention is like the wind, destroying everything and not giving Tushanjun any time to react.
"Without that power that doesn't belong to you, are you still strong enough?" The voice came slowly, and an old man dressed in a dark gold robe and no more than five feet tall appeared in front of Tu Shanjun.
The Qi of his whole body is restrained and not exposed at all, and it is not as sharp as a seal.
The old man's face was ordinary, except for his eyes, which were as bright as stars.
Tu Shanjun, who was six feet tall and had the body of a ghost king, remained silent.
The long-hidden fangs in his mouth no longer have any scruples, and a violent aura overflows, and black and red lines surround his side like ripples: "Without the blessing of such power, I am still strong."
"Let me see Sunset Mountain's peak combat power."
As he spoke, the Demon Ape set up his Dingyi Fist stance.
The black and red steam is like bird smoke after burning incense.
Stepping on the doubugang, complex inscriptions appeared under Tushanjun's feet.
Without mountains and rivers, without people, without incense and fire, without the body of God, without the power of aspiration, would he have no power?
He still has himself.
Strip away the people and demons within the Dahei Mountains, and take away the name of the True King of Dahei Mountains. He is just Tushanjun, the main soul evil ghost who first died at the hands of the demon cultivator and became the soul flagner.
Today, it’s time for the evil spirits to show their fangs.
The old man in the dark gold robe couldn't help but smile and asked: "You don't need a magic weapon, just a pair of physical fists?"
Tu Shanjun said: "This seat is the most powerful magic weapon."
The old man shook his head slightly and sighed: "Young man, you are so proud!"
Seeing the mana consumed to maintain Zhangliu Ghost King's body, Tu Shanjun knew that he could not wait any longer, and his fist intention and the true intention of the demon ape in the sea of consciousness could not wait any longer.
The old ape in cassock stood firm in the sea of consciousness, with a ferocious look on his kind-hearted face.
Xin Yuan is inherently violent, even if you put a cassock on him.
If there is no violence in the heart, how can one use violence in the hands?
Tu Shanjun tightened his grip on his blue-gray ghost hands.
With every movement, the world where the Ghost King was was plunged into darkness. In the sky, only the hunting figure was left walking in the air, with ten small flags with green and black backgrounds edged in scarlet fluttering behind him.
The gathering cyclones turned into howling winds.
The wild and unruly scarlet red hair is spread freely.
The full moon is like a bow.
The torrent of mana turned into a fist seal and condensed on the fist.
Tu Shanjun knew that even if this punch was used, he might not win.
Because the old man who appears now is very powerful, with a power that moisturizes everything silently. With just one sword, he destroyed his incense dojo and cut off the hundred-foot body behind him.
However, since I started practicing, there is no battle that I am completely sure of.
Even if you lose, you still have to fight.
…
Nie Quanjiu stood up slowly while staring at the sky in the formation.
As soon as Nie Quanjiu, who was sitting in the formation, moved, the blue-eyed ghost king immediately noticed it, and the sound transmission roared in an instant: "Old ghost Nie, you are crazy, the king has not been defeated, how dare you leave the formation at this time."
"The king has said that if there is any failure, a golden elixir monk should go to the Ghost King's Palace to retrieve the things that the king has kept. This way there is still a glimmer of hope."
The green-eyed ghost king gritted his teeth: "Then you will most likely die, as the king said."
As if to add weight to his words, the blue-eyed ghost king then added: "Your Majesty will not lie to us."
Empress Ye Ling lowered her voice: "The sword cultivator from Sunset Mountain said he would spare our lives."
Nie Quanjiu turned back to look at the two people.
He scoffed and laughed disdainfully.
Afterwards, he straightened his clothes, tied up his loose hair, and spat twice to gather up the loose hair. His slightly stooped body was unusually tall and straight at this time.
He stopped and said: "I am a scholar, different from you and other monsters."
The blue-eyed ghost king yelled: "Old ghost Nie, you damn..."
…
Just when Tushanjun was about to punch, a palm fell on his shoulder.
A kind and gentle voice sounded next to Tu Shanjun: "Tiger, you are no match for this old guy, so let me do it."
Tushanjun didn't say any more, he lost all his energy, extinguished the ghost king's magical power in the world, and the illusory flags on his body separated one by one, turning into black streamers, and finally returned to the main peak of Dahei Mountain.
The sacrificial armor robe was removed, and the body shrunk, returning to its original appearance of more than seven feet.
"There are still 30% left." Tu Shanjun sighed in his heart.
Such a large amount of mana consumption can only be compared with the one on the way to Chiwu Sect. Now, the 35% of the mana consumed is only enough for him to use all his strength to punch and concentrate one punch.
Without the blessing of the Ghost King in this world, Tu Shanjun's cultivation realm quickly declined.
From the original peak, he has returned to the late stage of Jindan. He is locked in energy and does not waste any mana.
Standing next to Tu Shanjun, Master Yuyan praised: "Your boxing technique has already taken shape, and the foundation is solid enough. Unfortunately, you have too little experience, so although your boxing is intentional, it has not touched the Tao, and it is not enough to become your great success."
capital."
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
Maybe he saw Tushanjun’s doubts.
Master Yuyan further explained: "In the same realm, ordinary people are rarely your opponents, but in the eyes of Taoist cultivators, your boxing skills are still just moves."
"This is the key to how he can easily neutralize your boxing skills."
Tu Shanjun asked: "What is touching the road?"
"You should have the golden elixir realm, which is the Tao of cultivation, and boxing, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, Taoism, magic... are the things that support your cultivation. How to enter the Tao can only be done by yourself.
To understand, others can’t help.”
…
Sensing the aura fluctuations on the Tianji Sword, Zhuang Hai said in surprise: "Elder brother is here?"
And the young Jin Dan, who seemed to be a descendant of Feng Chengyin, had not yet recovered from the battle just now.
He never thought that such a scene would happen. Although both senior brothers raised their evaluation of the Daheishan Ghost King, he actually didn't think much of it.
There are many golden elixir cultivators in this world, and there are quite a few who have reached the later stages. However, it is not easy for those who reach the peak of the golden elixir.
There may not be many peak golden elixirs in the entire small wilderness.
What shocked him even more was the magical power of the True King of Daheishan, which was simply unheard of.
"Sure enough, he kept his hand." Lei Wuji sighed.
At that time, such an idea emerged in his mind, but it was too shocking. A golden elixir suddenly appeared, and he defeated two sword masters in Sunset Mountain, but he still couldn't hold it back.
If you say this, it will cause huge waves in the world of spiritual practice, even if it doesn't make the Xiaohuang Realm famous. No one will even believe it.
The only excuse is that the other party is from outside the region.
Looking at the current Shen Dao method, Lei Wuji is even more certain of this conjecture. This person must be the true successor of a large sect outside the territory, otherwise he would not have such cultivation and strength.
The old man in the dark gold robe did not interrupt Master Yueyan's words. It was not until he saw Master Yueyan's gaze coming at him that he sarcastically said: "It's really disappointing that you, an old immortal, are not dead yet."
Master Yuyan said sternly: "Jiang Tianfeng, Daheishan is our ally in Yangcheng." "The sects under Sunset Mountain crossed the border to mine, resulting in the death of more than 3,000 people. The disaster of destroying the sect was brought on by ourselves."
"Even if this matter is brought to the Xiaohuang Territory sect's meeting, you, Sunset Mountain, still have no reason to take it back."
The old man in the dark gold robe snorted coldly: "The dignity of the great master cannot be violated. Since it is you, Zi Daoxu, standing next to him, let me see the ability of the person who is known as the first person under the Nascent Soul in the Xiaohuang Domain."
Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised. This was the first time he knew the name of Master Yuyan.
This is not surprising, Zi Shaoqing was adopted and must have the surname of Yuenyan.
Master Yuyan was still indifferent: "Master Jifeng, the sword master of the first peak of Sunset Mountain, I have long wanted to ask for advice."
Then he looked back and said: "Tiger, watch carefully."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was clear that Master Yuen Yan still had no energy or mana fluctuations, but Tu Shanjun felt the heat, as if he was facing the sun at close range.
Compared with the former Red Wu Sect Golden Pill, it is simply like the difference between a bright moon and a firefly.
The meaning of the fist is like the sun, and the sky and the earth are wide with bright light.
During the roar, storms and clouds swept across the sky, and wisps of thunder were running. The entire universe seemed to have locked onto the figure wearing the robe of the Nine Sun Flame God.
Master Jifeng's expression was originally calm, but as soon as he turned his sword, a breeze suddenly started, making him so lazy that he didn't want to move.
However, after seeing the thunderbolt running above the head of Master Yuyan, his color suddenly changed.
"Thunder Tribulation."
"Have you come this far?"
Just by showing his fist power, the world can't wait to destroy Zi Daoxu.
It is simply an honor that is hard to find.
"Is that true?"
Tu Shanjun clenched his fists.
His true meaning of the Demonic Ape was not derived from his own cultivation, but was absorbed from the unknown animal skin. If he took it directly and used it, even if he had an understanding, it would be very shallow and he would not be able to exert the full power of his true meaning.
Master Yuyan looked up at the sky and said, "Three punches will determine the outcome."
"Arrogant!"
Master Yuyan raised his arms, clenched his palms, and the magic power all over his body condensed in his fists.
When you open your bow, it looks like the full moon, and when you cross your fist, it looks like the sun.
"Nine Suns, rise!"
Punch out.
The thunderclouds above turned into powder, not even the cotton rain was left.
"The second punch."
The voice seemed to be still in the wind, and Master Yuyan was already walking in the air.
The divine light in Master Jifeng's eyes could no longer be restrained. He opened his mouth and vomited, and a wind sword flew out and landed in his hand.
"cut."
The thousand-year wind is coming.
The flowers and grass withered, the earth and rocks dissipated, and the whole world seemed to decline at this moment due to the breath of the wind, leaving only a long period of silence.
However, this kind of wind was unable to dissipate halfway.
That was the end of the fiery fist.
"Peng."
He held the sword in front of him, but he still received a solid punch, and a trace of blood immediately flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Although nervous, Feng Chengyin did not make a sound, let alone draw his sword.
Master Jifeng couldn't help but marvel: "If you can take my strongest sword, today's matter will be over."
"One more punch." Master Yuyan said calmly.
"Tiandao Seal!"
After sealing the Dharma Knot, the coercion of Master Jifeng fully spread as the Dharma Domain expanded.