As soon as the secret method is activated, black air evaporates and lingers, turning into light that reaches the sky.
The sky above turned into pitch black, and the ground below turned into a gloomy underworld.
The whole body of the Heavenly Ghost King was surging with flowing magma. The iron rod in his hand cracked when the black rocks were connected, and the explosive fire energy emerged and surrounded his side.
I never expected that the Heavenly Ghost King was actually a fire monk.
Netherworld fire, green.
As his breath rose, the Heavenly Ghost King waved the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand.
Tushanjun, who was dressed in grand ceremony attire, with the small flags clustered behind him exposed, his eyes had no other consciousness at all, only the purest instinct of fighting was left, and even the fighting was supported by killing intent.
Therefore, when the magic technique was performed, only soft murmurs were left, echoing around.
"kill."
The Heavenly Ghost King roared after using his secret method. The magic power supported his body. The magic weapon in his hand turned into a long pillar in an instant, and then expanded again, looking like a cylindrical mountain range.
The other end of the mountain range is held in the hands of the Heavenly Ghost King.
"ah!"
straight stick,
A fist against that vastness.
The air and machine have collided at the same time.
boom!
!
Supported by murderous intent, Tu Shanjun combined his hundred-foot-long divine body and punched with all his strength. The cylindrical mountain range transformed from the magic weapon's long staff instantly shattered and turned into lava scattered in all directions under the force of the fist's force.
Boom boom boom.
Even if the King of Heavenly Ghosts is standing on the ground of Netherworld, with his back to Netherworld.
The magic weapons continued to overlap and grow, and the mountains were shattered at the moment. They grew under the stimulation of the magic power, but they were still unable to resist Tushanjun's pace.
Gravel, mountain peaks...
Burning fireworks.
And the magic weapon fragments wrapped in mana.
The Heavenly Ghost King looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, and shouted: "Netherworld, help me!"
As an elf born in the Netherland, he should be the darling of this land. In the past, no matter what he did, everything went smoothly, as if the opportunity was prepared for him, just waiting for him to take it.
This was the first half of his life.
Very smooth.
But this time, when he called out to the heaven and earth under his feet again, he found that he didn't feel that way anymore.
"Why?!
"The Heavenly Ghost King has a ferocious face.
He didn't know why, but Tushanjun's attack was already so close that he couldn't think about it anymore and had no choice but to face the enemy first.
"Peng."
One punch clears the world,
One hundred thousand mountains and rivers are wide.
The upper and lower dark areas condensed by the Heavenly Ghost King were penetrated by a punch.
As the fist swept away, the territory of the Heavenly Ghost King was like a deflated rubber ball without any strength or hindrance. It could only turn into dust in the wind with the surge of the fist wind.
The monster body wearing the high priest's armor slowly raised its head.
His dark eyes were staring at the King of Heavenly Ghosts, with his majestic horns and a fluttering flag behind his back. He stared at everything sternly and whispered softly: "I am the true god in this world!"
One Hundred Thousand Miles Great Black Mountain.
Mountains and rivers all work together, and all people unite as one.
How could the heaven and earth here respond to the Ghost King?
To respond is also to respond to the true God.
Tushanjun!
"Seal of Heaven."
Tu Shanjun murmured quietly, and quickly formed seals with his blue and white ghost hands. As the mana flowed, a black and red light curtain rose from around him, instantly covering the world where they were fighting.
"Jurisdiction."
"The gods know the state of death."
Thousands of shrines, candlelight fluttering.
Tushanjun stepped into the air, raised the small flag in his hand, and his already weird body began to dance in an unusual and weird posture.
A huge word "death" suddenly appeared on the face of the Heavenly Ghost King.
A nine-foot-long shrine rises behind the Heavenly Ghost King.
Since he doesn't have enough magic power, he needs to kill the Ghost King as soon as possible.
In fact, Tushanjun doesn't have much clear consciousness left now.
There was only one voice in his heart urging him to end the battle as soon as possible and then return to aid Daheishan. The monk who plotted against Daheishan and the monks beside him were not ordinary people.
…
The faceless ghost stared at the magic circle in front of him and the overall defense of Daheishan.
He couldn't help but nod and praise: "It's hard to imagine that this is a newly rising force. If he is given another few hundred years to accumulate experience, he will become another Yangcheng."
"Yanmu, let's do it." After saying that, he tilted his head and said to the late-stage Jindan monk next to him.
The monk next to him in the late Jindan stage took out his magical feather fan.
At this level, it is like fake elixirs contained in the Peak of Foundation Establishment, and top-grade magic weapons are only the top of the top-grade list and will not be separated separately.
But the feather fan in his hand can indeed be called a top-quality magic weapon.
It is actually a powerful weapon to break the formation.
It is much easier to use than the standard magic weapon of Wanfa Sect.
Mangmu waved the flaming Luan fan, and the flames burned intensified, immediately burning out a narrow gap in the already unstable inner formation. The two of them took advantage of the moment the gap appeared and walked in.
The formation's self-repair quickly filled the gaps.
There were monks in the late Jindan stage covering the formation. Nie Quanjiu, who was in charge of the formation, felt the formation shaking and auras flickering. He didn't know that a monk had sneaked in, and he was such a powerful monk.
"Search separately." The faceless ghost looked at Mianmu.
Mianmu curled his lips. Although the Faceless Ghost has a good mind, his cultivation level is really not good enough. He is only in the early stage of the Golden Core. Therefore, he said frankly: "If we separate, I won't care about you."
Wu Mian smiled indifferently and said: "No need, finding the child is the most important thing."
After planning for so long, I can't make a wedding dress for someone else.
Thinking of this, he looked back at the fight between the two peak monks and sighed: "It's true that heaven and earth are all working together, but Tu Shanjun actually relied on a crazy demonic intention to let the unknown body help him. From this point of view, the Ghost King is not
If I take out some of the things I ordered from the box, I think my life is hanging a bit."
Mianmu sneered: "This is what he chose."
He then said with a rather distressed tone: "The handwritten inheritance reflects the experience of the Pope's great monk Yuanying. It is a powerful foundation. There is also a formula for the immortal elixir and the core of the Nine-Yang Yuansheng Fruit."
"If you can pay such a high price to ask a monk with true intentions to take action, why bother to ask him?"
"Compared to him, the one deep in the Netherworld is the real strong man."
The Faceless Ghost shrugged and said calmly: "Who said he would be able to take everything away completely? Who should he rely on, himself, or the golden elixirs of his men who had been scared away long ago?"
Yanmu's eyes lit up: "You have known for a long time that Tushanjun is difficult to deal with!"
"I have seen him before."
The Faceless Ghost didn't answer yes or no, and quietly dropped the topic.
Then, the two of them left separately.
…
"Seal of Heaven."
The Heavenly Ghost King has discovered his own weakness.
But he knew that Tushanjun couldn't last long in this situation. This was common sense. The more powerful the secret method was, the harder it was to sustain it. As long as he could survive the most difficult moment, it would be enough.
Now that I think about it, I feel really upset.
It's not that I'm upset that I took action, but that I was upset that Tu Shanjun was underestimated.
'Gu Xian Lou knows very little about Tu Shanjun, and the Faceless Ghost did not tell the truth.'
The thought flashed through, and the black twilight energy swept across, snatching half of the entire world away.
"Jurisdiction."
"Netherworld Ghost King's Mansion."
The Heavenly Ghost King's seal is completed, surrounded by mountains, and behind him is a huge palace complex.
His legal domain is the epitome of a small world. If you look carefully, you will find that it seems to be the Netherworld. It is the same but very different.
The territory expanded, and the palace complex behind it slowly appeared.
There were only two figures left on the long and huge stone bridge.
The Heavenly Ghost King stood on this side of the bridge, while Tushanjun, with dark eyes, stood on the other side of the bridge.
This bridge occupies at least 20 to 30% of the entire legal area.
…
Although Tu Shanjun's true strength has not reached the peak of the Golden Core, with the blessing of many combat powers and the manifestation of the mountain and river god body, his strength has already reached the peak of the Golden Core.
Today, he is even more powerful than that day when he fought against the Tianji Sword Master of Sunset Mountain.
Feng Chengyin is the kind of sect monk who goes smoothly, and may not have experienced many life and death crises in his life.
Tu Shanjun was different. When he was weak, he struggled on such an edge, and even died several times in battles. This kind of experience is something that no one has ever had.
Naturally, the sense of smell for fighting is different, and he is more capable of fighting tooth and nail.
Two peak monks fight in the sky.
The roaring sounds were louder than ordinary thunder.
That is to say, being in the legal realm, they can freely display their own cultivation.
At the end of the bridge, the Heavenly Ghost King called out to the formation: "Do you dare to step onto the Bridge of Destruction and fight with me?"
Tu Shanjun turned his head slightly, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, just doing weird tricks on his own.
The shrine that had already stood was lit by candles.
Countless black threads poured out and wrapped around the body of the Heavenly Ghost King.
I don't know whether it was Tu Shanjun's lack of strength or his inability to sustain his magic power. Even though this body had extraordinary strength, it still did not allow the shrine to pull out the ghost king's ghost.
The peak golden elixir was indeed different from the monks he had dealt with before.
Perhaps he realized it when Tushanjun, who was six feet tall, stepped onto this ancient long bridge.
One step falls and the footprints appear.
The Ghost King laughed heartily.
This is the power of his domain. The monk who steps on the bridge will be dragged down by himself. By the time he walks in front of him, his strength has been reduced by 30 to 40%, so how can he be his opponent?
But in the blink of an eye he stopped laughing.
The sound stopped suddenly, like a goose being choked.
Although the man in front of him walked very slowly, he walked extremely steadily, and his footsteps did not make him stop too much at all.
A few moments.
Tushanjun is already halfway through.
The Heavenly Ghost King roared angrily: "How could the Ghost King's Mansion and the Destruction of Life Bridge be unable to drag his body?"
"What the hell are you?!"
In fact, he didn't see that every time he passed a footprint, there was a dull shadow left behind.
It's not that the Life-Destroying Bridge is useless, it's because the Soul-Reverent Banner is not afraid of such strange places that can affect the underworld.
Since you have influenced me, I will leave Yin Shen with you.
After a while, Tu Shanjun appeared in front of the Heavenly Ghost King.
The black silk thread on the shrine behind him fixed the Heavenly Ghost King, which gave Tushanjun the opportunity to take action.
There is no need to consider anything else at all.
With a flick of his finger, he took out the black seal from the sea of consciousness.
As the magic power surged, the seal grew stronger in the wind, and was held by Tu Shanjun in his hand.
Then he raised his arms.
He looked at the head of the Heavenly Ghost King and slapped it hard.