Wan Liuchang was the eldest son of the three Wan brothers who traveled across the stars. The three brothers, who had lost their parents since childhood, lived a life of begging until an old man in black robe discovered their talent and took them as disciples.
Finally no longer hungry, the three brothers quickly became famous with their extraordinary talents.
There are not so many twists and turns. After the three brothers cultivated the golden elixir, they became famous casual cultivators in Xingluo because of the three-person battle formation. The battle formation was obtained from the Yuanyang region and recorded on a piece of black jade. After injecting the breath into the black jade,
It was divided into three pieces and sacrificed by the three brothers into their respective Dantians.
Said he was a high roller.
Most monks in Xingluo prefer to call him the ‘big thief’.
The thief has been doing this for too long, and he always wants to find a stable life where he doesn't have to run around.
After all, being a worshipper only requires you to solve some unpleasant things for your employer.
Moreover, his two younger brothers also need massive resources.
In order to give birth to a baby for his eldest brother, the three brothers had to spend hundreds of years of their family fortune and owe a lot of debt. The thunder calamity almost killed him. Fortunately, he survived in the end and became a Nascent Soul monk.
Later, he was recruited by Donghai to become a worshiper.
For hundreds of years, the three brothers never failed.
Even in the battle between Donghai and the Fire Cloud Sect, the three brothers also played a huge role. This was all because of the battle formation of the three of them. With their auras connected, the three of them could compete with the monks in the late Nascent Soul stage.
It is not difficult to see how cautious Donghai is on this matter.
There are two real Great True Lords, three brothers who can coordinate the formation to fight against the Great True Lord, and a mid-term True Lord who raids the formation. Such a luxurious lineup can make achievements even if it goes to attack the first-rate forces.
Because of that unknown battle formation, the three brothers have rarely encountered opponents over the years.
After all, three of them always have an advantage when fighting against one. In addition, their respective cultivation levels are not weak, so they can get along well without provoking a large number of people.
They thought this trip was a risk-free mission.
The person to be killed is called 'Taiyi', the head of Taiyi Sect. He came to Xingluo more than 30 years ago and settled down in the Qianyuan land of the Ghost Sea and spread his branches. It is said that Taiyi is a very kind man.
People who have been with him all say that he is a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade.
Most of these people are relatively smooth, but not worth paying attention to. The only one who needs attention is the Taishang Elder of Taiyi Sect, who is the junior brother of Taiyi Zhenjun, "Taishi Zhenjun", but most people call him "Zun".
The True Lord of Souls'. He is good at using a soul-revering flag, and it is easy to skin the skin and extract the soul.
When they first heard about this, the three brothers looked at each other. The person who used such a cruel magic weapon should not be a good person. No, this should be called a demon cultivator. Later, they found out that the man was a ghost cultivator. The three of them suddenly realized that the ghost cultivator
His reputation is not very good either, not as good as the orthodox monks.
In this way, we can understand why Tu Shanjun has two Taoist names. After all, a person who is a monk on the way should have a common name or a nickname, so that people in the world can call him easily. And after entering the sect, he will also become a disciple.
Have a Taoist ID that better suits your identity.
I don’t know how Taiyi persuaded this person, so let’s count him as a disciple of Taiyi Sect.
The only noteworthy person in the entire Taiyi Sect is him.
"he?"
"Who is he?" Wan Liuchang looked at the person who appeared in front of him in horror. The long-handled weapon in that person's hand looked like a gun, but the thing at the front didn't look like the head of a gun. When he clasped his hands together, it looked like an evil ghost with Buddha's hands.
The skeleton grinned ferociously and curled up, turning into a strange hammer.
Phew.
Wan Liuchang felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw that the ghost who was grinning just now had penetrated his chest, pulled out his still beating heart, and used it with fangs in front of him.
The big mouth swallowed it alive.
Is it possible to live without a heart?
Of course not.
However, Wan Liuchang is still alive.
He used his magic power to simulate a heart and balanced his body, which was already like a broken balloon. He could clearly feel the passage of life. As long as he stopped using his magic power, his body would be completely cold after a while, even if his body was still alive.
', and can no longer move.
But, 'life' is gone!
"Brother!" Wan Liuyun roared, blood also flowing from the corners of his mouth.
He wanted to help his eldest brother, but he was too slow. Not only did he not see how the man appeared, but he also didn't see how he took action. The eldest brother was already injured when he felt the fluctuation of his spirit.
For him, his eldest brother is his father.
Now that the second brother was seriously injured and the eldest brother was on the verge of death, how could he remain indifferent.
Wan Liuchang coughed and silently transferred all his breath to his third brother. He turned his head slightly, his face had long been wrinkled with anxiety, and his panic and nervousness seemed like a ball of thread with no visible ends, and his
His lips were pale and bloodless, and his eyebrows twitched at this moment, and he opened his mouth to spit out a word.
"escape!"
Peng.
The head exploded in mid-air like a watermelon.
Warm things splashed on Wan Liuyun's face, making his sluggish face even paler. His lips trembled, his eyes curled up into needlepoints, and the inspiration and breath from the two brothers exploded with a long roar.
"ah."
"Ahhh!"
"I want you dead!"
"Heavenly Killing."
"kill!"
Can pure murderous intention be regarded as the true meaning? Of course it can. The true meaning is all kinds of strange. Understanding the true meaning is closely related to the monk's heart, and the heart will be affected by all things.
When the murderous intention reaches its peak, the Golden elixir monk may really be able to understand the purest killing intention.
Tu Shanjun turned his head and looked at Wan Liuyun who was raising his sword.
He still kept up the action of smashing Wan Liuchang's head.
The blue-white ghost hand was holding Wan Liuchang's Yuanying and Yin Shen who had not escaped. Without any hesitation, he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed all the Yuanying and Yin Shen in one gulp.
Don't hide or avoid.
Holding the 'machine' with one hand, he blocked Wan Liuyun's magical power that contained his true meaning.
Wan Liuyun was indeed blinded by anger, but when he reached this situation, he was suddenly awakened. Not only were his eyes clear, but his eyes were also filled with a look of horror, exactly the same as his elder brother's. He finally understood why his elder brother
Let him flee instead of fight, let alone kill.
The man in front of me is simply a monster.
Jin Ao Zhenjun, who also belongs to the late Nascent Soul stage, is not his opponent at all. Perhaps only the elders of the Jiaolong clan can fight with him. However, he still feels that the chance of winning is not good, because the aura of the person in front of him is still growing.
More importantly, he couldn't feel his elder brother's aura at all.
Not only can't I feel it, but his breath has also weakened.
Without the eldest brother, only the two brothers were left in the battle formation. The second brother was still in a coma, which meant that he was unable to exert the combat power of the late Nascent Soul.
"Devil!"
"Repay my elder brother's life!" Wan Liuyun activated the secret technique of burning essence and blood, throwing the unconscious second brother out of his hands, and then held the Lingbao long sword with both hands.
Even if he loses all his energy, he will try his best. Even if there is nothing, at least he still has a life.
He doesn't want to die.
But in this desperate situation where death is like a ghost strangling one's neck, and one is still going to die if one doesn't fight hard, there is nothing to be afraid of.
Wan Liufang's body flying in mid-air suddenly opened his eyes, his hands formed a seal, and his body was consumed in mid-air as if it was torn into pieces by a meat grinder. Yuan Ying and Yin Shen were wrapped in the essence and blood pouring in.
Wan Liuyun's body was originally only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but Wan Liuyun's spiritual energy suddenly increased sharply.
In an instant, he passed the middle stage of Yuanying and reached the late stage of Yuanying.
The battles between monks sometimes lasted for three days and three nights without any resolution, and sometimes the battles between the monks ended in a matter of seconds.
The hammer in Tushanjun's hand stabbed like a spear.
With the power of the best spiritual treasures, the Gang Qi of late-stage Yuanying monks can also be pierced. In close combat, if the Gang Qi cannot be defended, they will die. What Tu Shanjun did not expect was that a pair of hands holding the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue came from Wanliu
Growths grew under Yun's ribs, the cry of flesh and blood came from the naked arms, and the bones roared.
In such a moment of obstruction, the hammer could not penetrate, and Wan Liuyun's long sword had already struck.
Wan Liuyun's magical killing power is undoubtedly powerful.
Even without the blessing of the battle formation, the murderous intention integrated into the magical power is enough to deal with the same level, and can even win in a firefight.
The sharpness of the knife is that as long as it can touch the opponent's neck, it is enough to cut off the head. Even if the opponent is a famous monk, if the Gangqi cannot withstand the true intention, the head will still be cut off by the Lingbao, and the person in front of him
Not only did the man fail to maintain his strength, but even the weapon in his hand was entangled by the second brother.
Tushanjun will not die.
Jin Ao thought so.
So even when he saw such a scene, Jin Ao was just worried about whether Tu Shanjun would be seriously injured. The two Nascent Soul monks tried their best to at least be seriously injured. If they couldn't be seriously injured, then their opponents would be too powerful.
He felt that Tushanjun was very strong, but not that strong enough.
The Nascent Soul cultivator who raided the formation also thought so. He did not participate because he had to worry about Taiyi and was more worried about his own life. At the same time, he was also confident in his uncle. Even if the person from Taiyi Sect really showed up, his uncle would not be able to participate.
There must be a way to deal with him.
When he turned his eyes, he seemed to see a different look in his uncle's eyes.
Wan Liuyun's head did not explode, but seemed to be pierced by two short spears, and his long knife also slowed down.
The active body fell into silence, and the inspiration bursting around him disappeared without a trace. Only the man could be seen clenching his palms, and the palms that were split in two were tightly closed, and the wounds seemed to be stitched together.
Until we came to the place where the long knife was.
The long knife was pulled out by a blue-white palm.
Tu Shanjun praised: "What a good knife."
His body is not much inferior to that of wild beasts, but this knife can easily cut his arm open, cutting the bones in half. It is indeed a rare and good knife.
However, Tu Shanjun's spiritual consciousness scanned, but he could not find the Nascent Soul and Yinshen of the Wan brothers.
Yuan Ying Yin Shen's escape speed is extraordinary, but there are still traces to follow. Tu Shanjun is confident that he can catch the two of them before they escape.
Until his consciousness swept through Wan Liuyun's Dantian Fahai, and he broke it open with a backhand knife. Two black jade pieces rolled out. Tu Shanjun, who caught the black jade, put it in front of his eyes, and saw the phantom of Yuanying Yin Shen.
, but when he exerted his strength, he could not crush the black jade in his hand.
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth wide.
Bang.
Tu Shanjun searched his mouth and spit out a bloody fang. A look of pity flashed in his eyes. If he could get two more Nascent Soul Yin Gods, he might not be able to reach the peak.
Returning to Taiyi's side again, he stood with his hands down, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Fellow Taoists, why don't we just let it go, now we are three against three." Taiyi looked at the two leading Great True Lords.
"no!"
"no!"
in unison.
The one who spoke was Jin Ao Zhenjun, his eyes were like fire: "Tell me, who is your behind-the-scenes instigator." Now relying on Tu Shanjun, it seems that it is three against three. In fact, Tu Shanjun is invincible among his peers. He only needs to hold him back.
One will win sooner or later. Since he can win, why let him go?
Taiyi's face darkened, but he didn't glare at Jin Ao.
Even though it was three versus three, they actually sent people to look for Chen Danming.
With so many experts being deployed to deal with him in the 'early stage of Nascent Soul', Chen Danming is probably in danger. Once the opponent's support arrives, it won't be a matter of three versus three, it may be three versus nine.
"He is indeed strong enough but he can't kill us!"
The slightly shorter Dazhenjun pointed at Tushanjun: "As long as we hold you back, our support will arrive soon."
Tu Shanjun also had a gloomy look on his face. If the battle continues, Taiyi will definitely be the first to be unable to endure it. In the middle stage, his mana will not be enough to support him in fighting against several great true kings.
this battle,
It must be resolved quickly.
Tushanjun formed a seal with his hands, shaped like a pagoda, and recited the mantra.