"I told you, let me take action." Tu Shanjun stood in front of Taiyi without turning his head, and locked his eyes firmly on the Jiaolong Ancestor with a pair of red and black eyes.
"He can't die. I have seen his limit."
Tu Shanjun glanced at the three flower crowns on Zhenjun Taiyi's head. There were only two of the three orbs that were originally shining brightly. The one that exploded was left empty.
It is really distressing to see such life-saving ancient treasures used here. To deal with a seriously injured aging god, it is more economical for him to resist the temptation than to use ancient treasures to test.
However, the reality is that there is not that much mana to waste.
The most important thing is that Tushanjun is afraid that Taiyi will die.
He is really afraid.
So when the epee comes, take action decisively.
Even without the ancient treasure, he could resist that sword, and at most it would cost him his life. Anyway, he has been accustomed to injuries and death for so many years. As long as he is not crushed, a little pain is nothing.
Without speaking, his hands formed the seal of heaven and earth.
"The Seal of Heaven."
"Jurisdiction."
"The gods know the state of death."
Black-red light bloomed, covering the world in an instant.
Tu Shanjun had forgotten how long it had been since he had used his magic domain. It seemed that since he was promoted to Nascent Soul, he had rarely used his magic domain to fight against his enemies, because his true intention was enough to destroy his opponents.
Even equally matched opponents can use other means.
This is not to say that the realm is not strong. The magical powers will become stronger with the caster. The realm of law is the foundation of the monks. How can it become weaker due to the improvement of the realm? The realm of law will only become stronger with the improvement of the realm.
More powerful.
The black light brothers surged in like a tide.
fear,
Then came.
In front of us is an invisible road to the underworld, with only a few red candles swaying. Black and red seem to separate two realms, but also seem to have been blended together to form a new realm.
The looming shrine.
In the darkness, the ferocious ghosts and gods illuminated by candlelight pile up into an inexplicable horror.
It seems that the whole world is under this shrine.
Tushanjun's black robes and red iron boots turned into the ceremony's sacrificial clothes. The ten small flags behind him moved automatically in the wind, and his face turned green and white, with fangs on the green face and long scarlet hair dancing wildly.
A living evil ghost.
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
Ancestor Jiaolong curled his lips indifferently, but his pair of dragon eyes looked around, not sparing any part of this world, and finally landed on Tu Shanjun: "In the late Nascent Soul stage, he does have some abilities."
After seeing Tushanjun appear, Patriarch Jiaolong breathed a sigh of relief. He would rather receive a punch than have a monk who could threaten him hide behind him.
Even though the battle was getting bigger and bigger, they were all in the open, so he didn't feel scared.
"You want to wade into troubled waters?"
"Do you recognize me?" Tu Shanjun's tone was not surprising.
"Taiyi Sect, there are two Nascent Soul monks, one is in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and the other is in the late stage of Nascent Soul. That man is in black robes, with red hair, and his attacks are sharp. His second level of true intention shows off his skills in the Star Luo Council."
"Forcing Xingluo Sect to give up a piece of the Ghost Sea to you."
"It's you too."
"It's me."
"Why did you go into this muddy water?"
"Nonsense, since you know who I am, you should know why I want to take action."
"Your inheritance of martial arts is not the authentic Xuanmen, and your spiritual aura is definitely not Xuanmen's quiet skills. You are a ghost cultivator. Judging from your practice, it seems that you have obtained the magical power of a more advanced ghost cultivator. You and he are not on the same path.
number."
"I am the Supreme Elder of Taiyi Sect."
The ancestor of the Dragon Clan shook his head and said: "You are covered in demonic flames. I believe you when you say that you were controlled by him. You said that you are willing to be the Supreme Elder of Taiyi Sect. You are not joking."
"Why don't I take action, beat him to death, and let you go free? You can just sit back and watch." As he said that, Patriarch Jiaolong pointed at True Lord Taiyi, as if he was sure of something.
Shouldn't it be said that he is worthy of being a venerable deity?
A few words can tear an alliance into pieces.
If Lord Tushan is not the main soul of Lingbao, he may have really followed what Ancestor Jiaolong said. Of course, the identity of the demon cultivator must have played a big role. Demonic cultivators have always thought about themselves.
Tu Shanjun was silent for a moment and said, "That's my brother, the head brother."
"Does the demon cultivator still care about this?"
"Today, his plot against me is just for the sake of the sect. One day, you will become a stain on the sect and hinder the development of the sect, and you will also be liquidated. Why fight with me to death."
"When I kill him, Taiyi Sect will make the decision from now on." Ancestor Jiaolong said calmly, as if he was completely standing in Tushanjun's position, rather than the one who was seriously injured and besieged.
Taiyi didn't defend himself. He just stood aside blankly with his arms crossed, as if he had forgotten what he should say to stabilize the morale of the army.
This neglect is counting interest.
"Did the master consider the matter of demonic powers last time?"
"have."
"I think junior brother should set an example for the disciples. They are still young and don't understand what good evil is, so they will inevitably go astray."
"What the leader said makes sense." Tu Shanjun nodded in agreement.
Ancestor Jiaolong frowned and sneered: "Let a demon guide the disciples, Taiyi Sect is not far from destruction. Just in time, I will help you and send your entire sect to death!"
"It's a pity that you lost your life!"
"Hey." Tu Shanjun smiled: "Old man, you think I'm talking nonsense to you because of this." He pointed at Taiyi and said, "This is one of the few people Naigong trusts in the world."
"Come!"
Rumble.
A series of nine shrines rise from the black water at the feet, from small to large, as if the nine mysterious gates appear behind the ancestor of the dragon, with four black and red lines dancing wildly.
The shrine technique takes time to activate.
Otherwise, he would not have the patience to listen to a seriously injured old loach sowing discord.
He didn't care about the difference between good and evil. The sect should bear more responsibility for life and death. As for Taiyi's plan, he didn't want to interfere, as long as they trusted each other, it was enough.
If you can't even trust your fellow brothers who helped you avenge yourself, then who else in the world is worthy of trust?
He doesn't want to be ruthless.
This is not his path to immortality.
"Lend me your life!"
Tushanjun pulled out the small flag on his back.
Nuo opera.
The black and red silk threads flew out from the nine shrines like shackles. There were no clumps of threads, only nine. They were not wrapped around the body of the Dragon Ancestor, but penetrated into his left palm.
Ancestor Jiaolong was surprised to find that he had no left palm, which was literally gone. At that time, the black and red silk thread tore his palm apart into a piece of black and red charred flesh.
Taiyi Zhenjun sat cross-legged in the shrine, his face as usual, and maintaining the stability of his mana. The elixir to restore his mana was swallowed and refined in advance, and he was just waiting for the mana in his Dantian to be reduced to quickly replenish it.
There was no sign of wavering in his lowered eyes.
"good!"
Ancestor Jiaolong raised his heavy sword without hesitation, and with a slash of the sword, the wrist of his left hand was cut off neatly, and his palm fell to the ground with a clatter.
The palms of the Lord Transformation God are no different from ordinary rotten flesh.
Without the medium of the palm, the silk threads of the shrine can no longer invade the body-protecting Qi of the Dragon Ancestor, let alone penetrate the flesh and drag the Yin God, even if it is a great technique arranged in advance.
Tushanjun's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.
He should delay it with the Venerable for a while, but that has reached the limit. Being able to cripple one of the old Dragon King's palms is an unexpected surprise. Originally, he wanted to cripple his fingers.
Ancestor Jiaolong was indeed careless. He thought that he had no other means after dispelling the dark thunder and true intention in his palm, so he gave Tu Shanjun a chance.
It's a pity that such an opportunity may never come again.
Ancestor Jiaolong has put away his pride as a venerable person. He has understood that Tushanjun is a talented person who can fight beyond the ranks and cannot be judged by ordinary people. If he still despises him, he may really capsize in the gutter.
"Supernatural power."
"It's overwhelming!"
The mana continued to form a luminous left hand. As soon as the ancestor of the Dragon Clan used his magical power, the mountains and seas in this world quickly became restless, as if they had suffered a heavy blow and would collapse in the next moment.
Different from the true meaning of moisturizing things silently, the art of supernatural power is more like something that can be done once the magic is formed. It is like saying, 'turn the rivers and seas'. As long as there are rivers, lakes and seas will definitely be in this magic.
tumbling down.
Do it according to the wishes of the practitioner.
The true meaning is to use one's own power to invade nature, while magical power is more like using the power of nature to bombard the monks. This world is obviously Tushanjun's domain, but the power of nature still rushes in quickly.
The legal domain is like a small boat on the river and sea at this time. It will be broken as long as more force is applied.
"The golden elixir expands the realm of law, and the true meaning transforms into magical power."
"Is this a magical technique?" Tu Shanjun pulled out the soul flag.
Ancestor Jiaolong has almost torn apart Tu Shanjun's legal domain before even using the fundamental magical power evolved from his true meaning. This power is comparable to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul monk exerting his true meaning with all his strength.
He recalled that when he was competing against the phantom of the transformed god, that body could not fully display its magical powers because it was a phantom, so it could only use its true meaning instead. The only real move was to cut off the spiritual power of heaven and earth, turning Tushanjun into an isolated island.
There is indeed a big difference between the phantom and the real body.
However, he does not have no countermeasures.
Ten small flags behind the back are nailed into the ten directions of the legal domain.
Tu Shanjun, who was holding the soul flag, threw the main flag up violently, and the soul flag flew like a dragon into the black clouds above. The originally turbulent legal domain suddenly stabilized, with layers of thunder clouds and souls surrounding it.
The shrine disappeared.
The Yin God is like a heavenly soldier or general standing above the thunder clouds.
"Fortunately, there is one more mid-stage Nascent Soul." Tu Shanjun's eyes fell on the Ghost King of the Ten Directions. This time, even he himself had to join the formation and could not be the one to preside over the formation.
Otherwise, there will be fewer ghost kings as the base of the formation.
The Ghost King of the Ten Directions.
Five Nascent Souls.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was sitting cross-legged in the shrine, stood up.
Catch the Zunhun Banner.
Hold the soul flag and stride forward.
Arriving at the large formation that had been set up, his eyes glanced at the Blood Demon Ancestor, Taiyi, Kunpeng, Fuyue, Tushanjun, and the remaining five golden elixir peak Yin gods.
Taiyi silently raised the soul flag.
Palm array.
Millions of Yin spirits are joining me, and the ghost kings of the ten directions are by my side.