Thousands of Yin gods within the soul flag rose into the sky.
Under the influence of mana, the rolled flags seemed to become a picture scroll, displayed in front of the banyan tree. The black flags with red edges and the main pole hanging the evil skeleton were hidden in the surrounding black mist.
Among the clouds.
The black mist is steaming, overlapping to form huge funnel clouds, and countless strange ghosts are displayed above like soldiers, glaring at the banyan trees below.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, I think we have already reached this situation."
The red-haired evil ghost tore through the black mist in front of him and walked in the air in front of the banyan tree. Following him were nine golden elixir masters burning with majestic power.
Hundreds of Yin gods followed and turned into a streak of light and shadow, while behind them were gathered what looked like countless wandering Qi machines eating black aura, as if they were covered in hazy mist for this attack.
That is actually not mist, but the manifestation of Qi accompanying the Yin God.
"Bang!"
The old dragon's claws exploded, and countless fragments fell from the sky like drizzle, and then the invisible army gathered into a sharp light and passed in front of him.
Go straight to the huge leafy banyan tree behind you.
The old dragon roared and turned around.
The Qinggang Qi formed a tornado like curling water, and the branches and leaves above the banyan tree began to rustle in unison. Countless incense and aspiration gathered together to form a barrier, seeming to block it.
That black light didn't seem to be real. It passed through Qinggang Qi quietly and crossed the incense barrier. A corrosive atmosphere hit it, causing the banyan tree to shrink.
The light was so fast that the old dragon didn't even react.
In an instant, the huge banyan tree seemed to be under impact, endless fallen leaves fell, and even the originally green leaves and branches appeared withered.
"Boom!"
The wooden dragon exploded, and the energy that had been condensed disappeared.
Chi Xuan looked blankly at his own mana that had burned up to 40%. He did not dare to swallow the Yinhun Dan in the later stage of the Golden Pill to recover. He looked at the leaves scattered in the sky and murmured: "This is the best."
The power of the magic weapon?"
"still……?"
He caught the soul flag smoothly, and a trace of blood flowed out of his palm.
Chi Xuan turned a blind eye and looked at the stagnant Tushanjun above. The remaining Yin gods had returned to the soul flag. He did not have so much mana to support him, and now he still needed to continue to recover.
"Don't hold back."
Tu Shanjun's heavy voice came, his voice was solemn, and there was no trace of the joy of severely injuring the old dragon.
Because he saw it in the center of this huge banyan tree...
Boom!
The branches of the banyan tree part.
The bronze coffin on the main frame in the central area is revealed.
This coffin is not big, but it looks quite complicated and elegant. The simple atmosphere conveyed by it is enough to show that it is not an ordinary thing, with a different kind of vicissitudes.
The branches of the banyan tree pried open the coffin, and a steady stream of green energy flowed from the branches extending into the coffin to replenish the body of the banyan tree. The banyan tree, which had been somewhat withered, actually returned to eighty or ninety percent of its full glory.
"Burial coffin?"
Tu Shanjun frowned. It didn't matter that the origin of this coffin was inexplicable. After all, no matter how powerful the magic weapon was, it needed someone to cast it, and some magic weapons were not useful for attacking.
However, the most peculiar thing is that the contents of the coffin can actually help the banyan tree regain most of its vitality.
Otherwise, Tu Shanjun's sneak attack would be enough to make Lao Long lose 30% of his chances of winning.
If he then forces the other party to use his true Nascent Soul power, he will be pushed out by Dongtian.
Although there is no great victory, it is time to settle down.
Tu Shanjun raised his head to look at the white sun in the sky that had already manifested its rays of light, and said to himself: "Sigh, Senior Jing has lost too many memories, and he can't explain Nielong's trump card. If he had known about this burial coffin earlier, he should have removed it first.
Coffin will use his tricks again."
This is no wonder Jing Laoji, after all, he has been sealed in this world for so long, it is normal for him to forget things.
Last time, I told him about three treasures, one of which was the incense seed. The other two were dumbfounded. I guess this burial coffin is one of them.
Tu Shanjun was not discouraged. He turned back and glanced at Chi Xuan. Chi Xuan, who practiced this kind of technique in the later stage of Jin Dan, could support him to use his full strength. There were ten Jin Dan masters in the magic weapon, so he was not without strength.
"At least I injured him. Now it's time for a head-on battle."
The banyan tree that blocked the sun and sky recovered most of its vitality in a short time, and condensed two wooden dragons, which were like two arms on both sides of the body. With a scowl and a thunderous sound: "It's you."
"Devil!"
Even though the banyan tree has no eyes, Tushanjun can still feel the burning gaze of the other party. The divine consciousness at the level of a true king is firmly locked on his body, and the powerful spiritual consciousness seems to be gathered into silk threads to tie him up.
"That's right." Tu Shanjun held up his hands, his long scarlet hair moved without any wind, and the black robe on his body was rustling, but he still stared at the old dragon indifferently, and his aura was frozen beside him.
"You deserve to die!!"
A roar hit the sky.
The aura that filled the cave sky turned into a big hand and shrouded it.
As the old dragon shouted, a divine body of incense and fire appeared in the branches of the banyan tree. However, the divine body was not tall, only the size of an ordinary person, but its powerful pressure made Tushan Jun feel frightened.
The divine body of incense was compressed to become something similar to an external incarnation, and the old dragon used his own Nascent Soul Lord's cultivation to control this divine body, so that he could exert more strength without attracting Dongtian's attention.
"As expected, none of these old monsters are easy to deal with."
Tu Shanjun formed a seal and condensed the magic, and sent a message to Chi Xuan: "Start the killing formation."
"The Ghost King of Ten Directions Killing Formation!"
The black Taoist robe on Tushanjun turned into a sacrificial crown, and his originally fair face gradually revealed its true color of green face and fangs, and his red pupils looked particularly terrifying against the black whites of his eyes.
The illusory little flags on his back gathered together like a forest, the fangs in his mouth bared out of his lips, and a stern green face greeted him. After looking straight at it for a long time, an inexplicable feeling of horror arose in his heart.
The green-faced and fanged Tushanjun said softly.
"The ghost kings of the ten directions have gathered together today."
The ten small chess flags behind the back are generally rooted in the interior of Burial Jing Peak. As Chi Xuan waves the main flag, the ten small flags are connected to form a terrifying formation that solidifies the entire Burial Jing Peak from top to bottom.
The formation seems to be embedded in the mountain peak, and it seems to be parasitic in this huge incense formation.
Scarlet lines intertwined, black talismans gathered, and pieces of black mist turned into large star formation fragments, which were spliced together into a complete piece under the series connection of ten small flags.
Tu Shanjun formed the seal. He did not look at the divine body condensed by the old dragon, but faced the huge banyan tree.
The Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions is no longer what it used to be.
Ten golden elixir gods sit in it, and as long as the opponent is still in the realm of a master, they will be turned into a puddle of pus.
The strength that Old Long can use is nothing more than the peak of the golden elixir and the rotten true meaning. Once other methods are used, they will inevitably be targeted by Dongtian.
Being squeezed out of the cave is like a narrow escape from death.
"Enter my killing formation, cut down the five senses and six consciousnesses, cut off the brilliance of the golden elixir, destroy the breath of life, and corrode the body with evil spirits." Tu Shanjun waved the virtual flag in his hand, dancing and dancing like a witch.
As the flags fell one after another, the old dragon's hidden body stopped in mid-air and stopped moving forward.
The old dragon who fell into the divine body felt that he could not hear or see, let alone feel. He had no way to release his spiritual consciousness. It was as if he was compressed in a cold and empty space with nothing.
Even the originally shining body was obscured by the incoming black mist.
"Invincible at the same level?!"
Old Long realized with horror that what he was facing might not be an ordinary cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core.
The methods shown by the other party, let alone the general direct descendants, even the so-called favored ones of heaven, seemed not as invincible as the people in front of them.
The other party is probably the kind of genius that is rare to see in thousands of years.
It's a pity that his magic weapon has long been worn away by time, and the elixirs and talismans have also been exhausted. If he hadn't survived by relying on the incense tree, he would have disappeared in time like those foundations.
"What a pity, what a pity."
The old dragon's consciousness separated from the divine body and stared at Tushanjun who had activated the grand formation. After all, he no longer had the foundation he once had and could not compete with a genius with a rich net worth.
However, this does not mean that he has to accept his fate.
He still has the foundation to use, and he still has the last resort.
Chi Xuan was crazy about taking the elixir to restore his magic power.
Those golden elixir-level elixirs that would be fought over outside were put into his mouth like jelly beans. He may not have realized how precious the elixirs were, but he saw Tushanjun's true strength.
He could stand up to True Monarch Yuanying head-on and not be defeated.
The opponent may not dare to use all his strength because of the threat of Dongtian, but the Yuanying True Monarch is the Yuanying True Monarch, and the opponent's methods are far beyond the peak of Jindan.
In the hands of True Monarch Nascent Soul, the peak golden elixir is just a monk who has not taken the second step.
This time, I am truly amazed!
Before Chi Xuan could express anything, the old dragon had already restarted the formation within the mountain, and then the entire Imperial Capital turned into a huge formation absorbing incense: "The incense of heaven and earth, enter my urn."
The vast incense is like the sky overturned and water hangs down from above.
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed: "It's good to come."
Chi Xuan, who was in charge of the formation and was protected by the formation, was obviously aware of this, and quickly opened the soul-revering flag behind him. The huge flag diverted several percent of the incense pillar above.
The two were in a stalemate.
A few moments.
"Boom!"
The white sun in the sky vibrated, and a solid white light penetrated the golden incense, which seemed to tear apart the huge power of both sides, splitting apart the aura and mighty energy of the confrontation in front of them.
A figure walked out of the crack.
It was a monk who was wearing a robe and looked very generous. He walked over with a smile on his face.
Chi Xuan in the formation exclaimed: "Senior Jing!"
"Senior Jing..."
"Quick, help the real person!"
But the old monster Jing who escaped from the white light turned a deaf ear and turned into light and rushed into the banyan tree. His figure appeared above the burial coffin, his eyes full of enthusiasm and madness: "Finally, finally let me come back!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the lid of the coffin in front of him.
Keng.
The large cover of the coffin is mostly embedded in the mountain.
The old dragon who was in a stalemate with Tushanjun was furious and responded with a mighty force like thunder: "Old man, how dare you!!!"