Thousands of Taoist techniques and all kinds of exercises.
All need the blessing of cultivation.
Without fundamental cultivation, it is like a mirror, a flower in the water, a moon, or a glass cup that breaks at the touch of a touch.
I saw that black rainbow light appearing in the sky, and the overhead net above had been smashed into pieces by Lingbao and turned into meteorites falling down. Even the large formation that had formed was shattered into countless cracks and gaps.
"Raise your sword!"
When the order came, more than a thousand flying swords rose into the sky.
With the blessing of the magic, the sword light turned into hundreds of thousands, which multiplied ten times in a flash, and millions of sword lights quickly filled the sword array.
Flying swords were like dragons and a heavy rain swept over them in an instant.
The flash of aura is like a dragon or tiger coming from above.
The huge sword formation that brought together so many golden elixir masters was indeed quite capable. Although it did not hurt him at all, Tu Shanjun, who was holding the spiritual treasure, was pressed down by the dragon-tiger sword shape above.
However, it could only make Tushanjun shorter by a hundred feet. Before he could reach the ground, the millions of sword lights were finally exhausted.
The net of Yimu Shufa had been waiting on the ground for a long time, and before Tushanjun could rise into the air, it blocked the Zhengang, and then countless hook-and-scythe chains flew out from the ground thorns, hooking the one that had already wrapped Tushanjun into an iron ball.
Yimu Taoism.
"combine."
"Sleepy."
The zombie lying on the ground picked up a corner of the chain.
The zombies of the Corpse Demon Sect are not weak in nature, and they are even more powerful. When they grabbed the chain, the huge Yimu sphere that was already flashing with light was also dragged from mid-air to the ground.
"Trapped!"
Master Earth Corpse said in surprise: "Master Xuansha, why don't you sacrifice the spiritual treasure to break the body-protecting true power of Master Yuanying?"
"No."
Before the old monster Xuan Sha expressed his desire to be happy, he stopped him with words. Using the spirit treasure at this time, although it would tear apart the body-protecting true aura of True Monarch Nascent Soul, it would also break the ground network formation that was finally formed.
This is the time to accumulate strength and perfect the upper and lower formations.
"Are we really going to join forces with the devil?" The female grandmaster of Yu Xiuchuan withdrew her disgusted eyes, and the other demon sects just let it go. The monks of the Hehuan sect have attacked their Yu Xiuchuan many times, and the two families have long had a grudge.
Master Qingxu said categorically: "Behead the demon first and then kill the demon cultivator. At worst, the Lingbao will be given to Master Yuyan as compensation for him in Yangcheng. Pindao believes that Master Yuyan will understand us."
There is a lot of hatred between Qingyun Temple and the Blood Evil Sect. If it weren't for the relationship between the devil and him, he would have taken action long ago.
Feng Chengyin buried his head and lowered his head. He didn't want to take action at all, but he was still a member of the monks' alliance, so he could only let the master of the sect take care of the water, not to try so hard, and wait until his senior brother Jifeng Zhenren arrived.
"Hey, senior brother, why haven't you arrived yet? Old Niu Qingxu's nose is going crazy, and the monk doesn't know how to stop it. The snake of the Yuling Sect had his front teeth knocked out with a punch, and he is also very angry now."
"I can't persuade anyone." Feng Chengyin hurriedly sent a message to the great master of the sect: "Don't get into a fight, just use sword control to make flying swords."
"Amitabha, the little devil is the big one when it comes to devil cultivation."
"What Master Qingxu said makes sense. Since the devil uses such a spiritual treasure, he is obviously not a good person. If he can take advantage of the opponent's weakness to kill him, it is not that he cannot cooperate with the demon cultivator." The great monk who saw and heard took the lead.
People say.
"I wonder, Fellow Taoist Yuling Sect...?"
"We don't have so many twists and turns. Let's just say that after Yangcheng gets help from this Nascent Soul monster, our living space will definitely be compressed, and countless resources will have to be given away."
"Don't forget, Master Yueyan is in great need of resources right now."
"It's great for us to be able to cooperate with the demonic cultivators to suppress the opponent." The short-statured monk from the Yuling Sect was wearing a raincoat and a cloth bag on his head. He looked like he was in pain, and he was just wailing about his own spiritual snake.
In the past, no one had the Yuanying old monster. Yangcheng's Yuanying master was strong but not Yuanying. When it comes to overall strength, Yangcheng was ranked at the bottom. Now that there is the Yuanying old monster, wouldn't it be a challenge?
Become the top merchant.
If Yangcheng is given more time to develop, and there is Mo Palace that monopolizes great resources, and the Hehuan Sect that expands its business to the world, it will be even more difficult for them to become the Nascent Soul True Lord.
When the struggle for interests is on the surface, and they see that those who were once at the bottom are about to rise, they don't want to kill the opportunity like this.
The great monk who saw and heard said: "Amitabha, I see that the true king was the first to take action against the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect's people must be more eager than us, so we will try our best to help them when they have the upper hand, and stop when they are at a disadvantage."
"Hey, why don't you help when you are at a disadvantage?"
Feng Chengyin asked doubtfully. Shouldn't this help the demon cultivator who has no advantage? Otherwise, the demon cultivator will be slaughtered by Zhenjun, and it will be their turn then.
"Seal the donor..."
The great monk pondered after hearing this, with a strange look on his face. He didn't know how to explain it to Feng Chengyin. Feng Chengyin was really spoiled by his senior brother, and he didn't understand such a simple truth.
"All the demon cultivators are dead. When the resources are redistributed, we can get a share. If True Monarch Nascent Soul cannot withstand it, we can also divide Yang City. Such a simple truth can be understood by a three-year-old child." Yu Lingzong
The Grandmaster said impatiently.
Feng Chengyin muttered: "Damn it!"
These old guys have a tacit understanding, and they all have the idea of picking up the slack.
This not only preserves the strength, but also can get a share of the pie, which is indeed quite sinister.
He also felt that he might be settled by Qiu Hou, and it was not a reliable insurance, so he asked: "But if the true king wins, wouldn't we..."
"We won't be killed. Think for yourself and don't ask everything. Where is your senior brother? Isn't he here?"
While they were communicating, they were not idle. Instead, they directed the giant ship above and the sect master to take action. There was no need to completely help the demon cultivators. It would not be too late for them to take action with all their strength once the situation became clearer.
The formation was about to be completed, but black light pierced the huge magic ball formed by Yimu Taoism.
Just like that.
Countless chains dance like black snakes.
The dozen or so golden-armored corpse kings were dragged over by a huge force. A tall figure in black robes held a soul flag, and hit the corpse king's head with one flag. Then there were thousands of bright red spots, and the brains pumped.
To all directions.
The skull was shattered, and the teeth were shattered and scattered.
The Zombie King raised his eyes and saw the blue-grey ghost hand falling, covered with lines of magic. Within a moment, the Zombie King's head and body were balled into meat patties, refined into pure evil spirit, and poured onto the soul flag.
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The scarlet red gold on the main pole of the soul flag is soaked in pus and blood, which makes it look even more monstrous. You can only see the flowing evil energy gathering like a curling dragon.
No matter how resentful the demons or puppet weapons were, they all became the dead souls under Tushanjun's banner, and they were refined into evil spirits and introduced into the soul banner to strengthen them. In such a short period of time, it was better than the accumulation of more than ten years.
Extremely happy!
Tu Shanjun dragged the head of a corpse, and the black blood all over his body was blocked by the True Gang, and then refined by the steaming mana. Standing in the big formation, looking at the master of good and evil, the green-faced fangs grinned.
This smile really chills my heart.
I almost lost my voice in fear.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Demon Sect's arrangement was smashed to pieces by Tu Shanjun, and even the zombie puppets were turned into material and became the breath of the growth of the Soul Flag.
At this moment, the newly arranged formation did not seem to be used to trap the True Lord, but rather to protect them.
Raising his head, Tushanjun crushed the corpse of the puppet next to him.
The newly acquired golden elixir ghost in the sleeve robe threw away all the soul flags. Don't those people want to see how strong he is? Then, after killing more than a hundred golden elixirs, this small wilderness can still block it.
His monk?
The flags are open and fluttering.
The ghost relief paintings are lifelike.
It seems to be crawling out of the soul flag.
Tu Shanjun waved his soul flag and cast spells.
Hundreds of Ghosts at Night!
The ferocious evil ghost formed by kneading jumped out from the scarlet flag while waving the soul flag. The mist followed, the wind howled, and the vast sky and earth turned into a vast ghost world, with the upper and lower sides turning into black.
The large formation blocking him was torn apart by the evil spirits released in less than half a breath.
Thirteen golden elixir gods appeared beside Tushanjun.
The aura of prosperity rose like a pillar of light.
In the past, Hundred Ghost Night Walk could only release one ghost, but now it has been promoted to a spiritual treasure with the soul flag and has become a Taoist technique comparable to supernatural power. The kneaded evil ghosts have different shapes and are hidden in the mist and move with the wind.
.
When Tushanjun unfolded his soul flag.
Is the terror of Lingbao's magical power truly revealed? This is also the foundation and basis for him to challenge the entire small wilderness alone.
Ten small flags appeared behind Tushanjun, who was like the reincarnated ghost king.
As the soul flag he held fell, countless evil ghosts and spirits rose into the sky.
"kill!"
The sound echoed.
The evil spirits and ghosts are like beasts that have shed their dragons, tearing apart the magic seals that are about to overwhelm Tushanjun. Because the mist is vast, the evil ghosts move through it as if they are using an escape technique, which is extremely fast.
Not to mention the righteous sect, even the demon sect, which was the first to take action, was scared to the point of numbness.
In the past, I only knew that Lingbao was powerful, but because it is in the hands of the same level, it will not die even though it is powerful.
When True Lord Nascent Soul held the Lingbao and used his magical powers, they truly saw the infinite power of the second-step monk, and they also truly saw the full power of the Lingbao.
They even understood where the devil's name came from.
"Zunhun...Zunhun Zhenjun."
"No, the soul-revering demon!"
"No matter what the outcome of today's battle is, we all know that the name of Soul Lord Demon Lord will be resounding throughout the Xiaohuang Realm." They already understood that they could not kill a Nascent Soul True Lord at all.
The only ones who can kill the True Lord Nascent Soul are other True Lords Nascent Soul.
Unless they can lay out a means to prevent True Lord Yuanying from escaping, they will not be able to stop True Lord Yuanying if he wants to leave.
"The soul flags of the Blood Evil Sect are simply incomparable. No wonder he is called the True Lord of Souls." Old Demon Yuhuan's eyes swayed slightly, and he tried to sweep away the haze in his heart, and took out one from his storage bag.
Purple charm.
"Comrades, don't hold anything back, show your cards, otherwise we may really die here."
"The Demon King is still in a weak state and has not yet recovered from the consequences of taking his body."
"As long as we use up all his mana, we will be alive."