A crouched but tight black shadow hung firmly above the whirlpool, staring intently at the soul flag that fell slantingly on the gray ground. The soul flag was about three feet tall and emitted a strange light.
The evil ghost head at the top silently opened its bloody mouth full of fangs.
The two ghost claws tightly grasped the deputy flag.
Half of the body of the skeleton demon is shriveled and skinny, and its aura is surging and does not look like a substance. Only its eyes are solid eyes, which seem to be still spinning, and do not look like a dead thing.
Thousands of winds have long stopped.
Only a long empty space is left.
Suddenly.
ripples
A figure wearing a black Taoist robe walked out from behind the soul flag.
The top corners were deeper, and his scarlet red hair was gathered up with his hands to form a Taoist bun on the top of his head, wrapping the two horns, and he opened his big mouth: "Kunpeng Yin Shen, it turns out that the two sects are targeting us because of this secret."
He raised his head slightly and looked at the sky, then rose up from the ground, appeared in the vortex above, and grabbed the devil's head.
"Young man, you are trying your best and waiting at the exit for the master to come out." The devil wiped the tears that could not be squeezed out with fear and grievance on his face. He did not dare to raise his head to look at Tushan Jun, so he could only continue to complain.
"You didn't run away." Tu Shanjun was a little surprised and put the devil's head into his sleeve.
Then plunge into the whirlpool.
When he came out, there was an abnormal sound and vibration from the sound transmission talisman in the storage ring. When the Wanli transmission talisman appeared in his hand, the sound transmission talisman suddenly appeared in his ear and the sound transmission talisman burned into flying ash.
"Have you rushed to Donghai City yet?"
He nodded slightly, since the mana can still be supplied, it means that Taiyi Zhenjun's life is not in danger.
The figure only stayed for a moment, and then turned into a ray of light and disappeared at the end of the sky.
…
Taiyi Zhenjun sits cross-legged on the Taoist platform with his hands forming seals. His white robes and armor have been fully revealed. The treasure mirror above his head is buzzing, hanging high to lock the figure of Jinpeng Zhenjun. The bronze bell is sitting in his arms.
Be prepared.
The puppet old man who came to protect the body of the Dharma also appeared in the scene to confront Jinpeng Zhenjun.
Jinpeng Zhenjun was surprised and said: "It turns out that with such a wealth, the strength of the guardian puppet has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul. The top-grade spiritual stones consumed by the puppet are not the ordinary top-grade spiritual stones."
If it was really a fight to the end, Jinpeng Zhenjun wouldn't mind selling his face to let Zhenjun Taiyi win, or even not participating at all, but it was such a big thing that he couldn't ignore it.
"I'm offended."
True Lord Jinpeng took out a Fangtian Painted Halberd from the storage ring, and it was draped over his body like a feather of golden light. Even though he was a puppet in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he was completely suppressed by True Lord Jinpeng for a while.
Whenever Taiyi Zhenjun wanted to ring the bell, the sound of the bell would be heard, disturbing his consciousness and becoming confused.
Magic and magical powers are limited by the size of this place.
If you can't recite long speeches, you can't activate those destructive magical powers.
Any true meaning spit out in the form of a sword would be resolved by the phantom of the big roc behind True Lord Jin Peng.
…
"It's against the rules." Gu Yuan from the Beast Control Sect said softly.
He can point to Taiyi Zhenjun to earn more.
Now that Jinpeng Zhenjun has come to an end, isn't this the big one bullying the small ones?
Not to mention that if you don't persist for a quarter of an hour, you will be considered a loser. With all your trump cards exposed and excessive mana consumption, you may not be able to win consecutive battles in the future, and may all be defeated.
Yes.
The Tianpeng Sect doesn't want True Lord Taiyi to establish a sect in the Sea of Ghost Souls, so it will definitely not let him continue to win. Moreover, True Lord Taiyi cannot avoid it. Even if he admits defeat, he might end up in the late Nascent Soul stage in the next game.
Do you always admit defeat?
To keep admitting defeat means giving up everything and having no choice but to follow Zong Yi's arrangements.
"this……"
"The two sects attach great importance to the Sea of Ghost Souls." True Lord Yuanying of the Hehuan Sect smiled and glanced at True Lord Jin Ao. If he hadn't paid attention to it, he would have just sat back and watched True Lord Jin Ao dominate the Sea of Ghost Souls.
"If you persist for a quarter of an hour, it actually doesn't count as bullying the small."
"Is Yuandao League willing to sell face?"
"I have no grievances against them, of course I am willing to sell face, just to have one more person to join the chess game. However, the place is really not good, so it is better not to get involved."
"..."
"What can be done?" Taiyi Zhenjun dispersed his spiritual thoughts, thinking about strategies to break the situation, and sighed slightly: "The venue is restricted and it is difficult to perform, otherwise we would not have lost so miserably."
"Do we really have to give up the Ghost Sea and choose another place?"
"It's a pity that there is no white jade statue of the sect, otherwise it should be able to fight." True Lord Taiyi stared at the already killed True Lord Jinpeng with heavy eyes, the alcohol in his guts brewing true meaning and sword energy.
"ha!"
Open your mouth and spit it out.
The boundless white light turned into sword energy.
Jinpeng Zhenjun's eagle leaps into the sky, like a soaring roc.
The golden light appeared in front of Zhenjun Taiyi in the form of two wings that covered the sky and blocked out the white light sword energy. It was unknown what kind of body escape technique was used.
"When Peng escapes, the water hits him for three thousand miles and soars ninety thousand miles away."
"Bang."
Taiyi Zhenjun's body flew backwards from the lotus platform that was transformed into a Liuhe prism. The protective aura was broken by his fists, and blood splashed and stained the air.
His body fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
"Master!"
Qian Fei shouted in the side room and hurriedly ran out to the fighting platform, but the formation above blocked him. With his early stage of Jindan cultivation, he couldn't even pass through the formation or shake it.
arrive.
Qian Fei, who was already feeling sad, was at a loss for words and burst into tears.
Master is the backbone of the sect.
If something happens to Master, Taiyi Sect will be finished.
He heard clearly that he was clearly a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. The fight with his master was to use the big one to bully the small ones, restricting the venue without suppressing the cultivation level, and not allowing others to beat him.
After falling out, True Lord Taiyi got up, rang the bronze bell with all his strength, held on to his armor, and called for the lotus platform to protect himself. At this time, True Lord Jinpeng had already arrived, and the huge Fangtian Painted Halberd was smashed down like a windmill.
"We won't fight, we won't fight!"
Qian Fei quickly shouted, signaling Taiyi Sect not to continue fighting and to admit defeat this time.
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"Idiot."
"Why are you crying?"
An indifferent voice sounded beside him.
Qian Fei looked back fiercely, and saw a figure in black robes, with red hair and a handsome face. In the past, he looked scary and serious, but now he was only friendly.
As if he had found his backbone, he knelt down on the ground and said, "Uncle Master!"
Tu Shanjun helped Qian Fei up, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are not bad. Senior brother, the leader, did not misjudge you. I will leave the rest to my uncle."
After saying that, he took a step out of the Xuanjing box.
Take a breath.
A long roar.
"Taiyi Sect, change!"
The originally noisy venue suddenly became as quiet as a library, and many Nascent Soul Lords who were gathering in groups of twos and threes to talk looked sideways.
Among them, the one who was particularly excited was Zhenjun Jin Ao, who was surprised and said: "Have you left seclusion?"
"Mother, are you in the late Nascent Soul stage?"
Jin Ao Zhenjun, who originally took two steps forward, took half a step back.
If you want to retreat, just retreat, but you still managed to break through. If you had flattered yourself and said it was a tie last time, I guess you are no longer a match for this person.
The two people who were originally fighting in the field also stopped fighting. Jinpeng Zhenjun noticed the aura of the late Nascent Soul and looked up the Xuanjing Corridor.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was beaten, smiled and murmured: "Fortunately, I can hold on!"
Tushanjun's expression above him changed.
Looking at the grinning True Lord Taiyi, he has neat silver teeth, but there is a hole in the middle. He was originally a highly cultivated Lord, but now he looks silly when he smiles.
"Who the hell, is more sinister than me? His teeth are all knocked out!"
Angry sounds came from Xuan Jing above.
Scarlet eyes lowered and locked firmly on True Lord Jin Peng.
Jinpeng Zhenjun felt like a light on his back, as if he was being stared at by some peerless wild beast, and even the hair on his body stood up.
He narrowed his eyes and thought in his mind: 'This is the person that my junior brother mentioned? Is he in the late Nascent Soul stage? No wonder Jin Ao suffered a loss and did not publicize it, but he swallowed the bitter fruit himself.'
The late Nascent Soul cultivator of the Jiaolong tribe who maintains the fighting field came out of the air and asked loudly: "I wonder who the Taoist friend is?"
"Taiyi Sect, Taishi True Lord." Tu Shanjun said with his hands raised: "My family's leader is in the early Yuanying stage, but you let monks in the late Yuanying stage fight with you. This is unfair. I will take over this job on my behalf."
field."
"Hey, Taiyi Sect actually has a Great True Lord in the late Nascent Soul stage. No one expected it."
"..."
"But the aura of this Great True Lord does not sound like the righteous way, but rather like a ghost cultivator."
"Is that the evil heretic?"
"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't arrange the Great True Lord. So what's wrong with ghost cultivators? No one in the world can become an immortal." One of the Nascent Soul True Lords picked himself clean, showing no intention of eradicating demons and defending the Tao.
Speaking of demons, there are quite a few demons in the Hehuan Sect, and I don’t see them going against the Hehuan Sect in the name of others. It’s not just that they have strong fists, it’s just the principle of having strong fists.
Righteous and evil? We still don’t know who is correcting and who is evil.
Tu Shanjun walked into the center of the ring and took out the elixir from the storage ring.
The six-turn rejuvenation elixir is made into jelly beans, and the elixir for restoring mana is also a fourth-grade top-grade elixir that stabilizes the Yin Shen and replenishes the physical body. All of them are given to Taiyi Zhenjun at once.
Now that he is a master of alchemy, he is not as embarrassed as before.
Unlike before, there was no way to restore Banner Master's injury, and he could only watch it worsen.
Taiyi Zhenjun did not pretend to take them one by one. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "Junior brother, it's up to you." He had already seen that Tu Shanjun's cultivation level had advanced. With Tu Shanjun's fighting power, he should be able to win.
Jinpeng.
True Lord Jin Peng frowned and said, "There is no precedent for such substitution."
"Rules are made by people, I say: Now there are them!"
Tu Shanjun said calmly.
"Then the first two games will be canceled and we will start from the beginning."
Tu Shanjun sneered and took out the soul-honoring flag, which landed in the center of the fighting platform. The soul flag fluttered like a soul-calling flag for everyone's funeral: "Why bother? If anyone is dissatisfied, come up together."