Even if he is the pinnacle Great True Lord, he will inevitably be affected.
A smile appeared on Zhenjun Zhuikong's lips. With such innate magical powers, he was completely able to hit him with one blow.
When the time comes, the head of the supreme true king who is overwhelming everyone will explode like a watermelon. This is undoubtedly an exciting thing, because killing a strong person always makes the blood boil.
Although this strong man has been enveloped by the true power of the Great True Monarch at the peak of Miaohe, and is trapped in the drowning river of the Beast King and the Tiger Snake, the beast tendons prevent him from escaping.
"die!"
The spiritual treasure shaped like a long umbrella is about to hit Tushanjun's head.
However, what horrified Zhuikong Dazhenjun was that the green-faced old demon, who clearly shouldn't have acted, rolled his eyes and freed up a hand.
make a fist.
Hold on tight!
"not good."
Zhuikong Zhenjun was so horrified that he didn't care to continue taking action. Even the body-protecting Qi that had been hidden for a long time spontaneously activated, obviously sensing a serious crisis.
"Peng!"
Zhuikong Zhenjun's body suddenly flew upside down,
"Do you think I will suffer a second loss?"
…
"impossible!"
"That's the Void Crane!"
"The Void Crane.
"So what if you're a mayfly compared to me?" Tu Shanjun murmured softly, a look flashing in his eyes.
Over the years, this magic method is no longer what it used to be. As Tu Shanjun's cultivation has advanced, it has undergone transformation, and just like Tu Shanjun's cultivation method, it has become more suitable for him.
He silently raised the Soul Reverend Banner: "Enter my formation, cut off the five senses and six consciousnesses, cut off the brilliance of the golden elixir, destroy the soul of the Yuanying, and destroy the breath of life... The body is corroded by Yin evil spirits."
"Make me wind, fire and thunder!"
Bone-gnawing wind.
Burning heart fire.
Yin Xu Lei.
The soul flags swayed and turned, and the colors of heaven and earth changed.
The majestic heavy fog submerged the entire Dazhong City, and the thin wind was like cotton needles, more like the whimpering cries of evil spirits. When heard in human ears, in flesh and blood, in the seams of bones, and in the internal organs, the more...
The sinister wind penetrates deeper and deeper, becoming more poisonous than a poisonous snake.
The nameless Dantian fire glows in the sea of mana, and the raging flame rises from the heart, burning a hole from the inside out. Not to mention the most insidious thunder, which is more like water than thunder.
It's water and it looks like light. In short, it doesn't have a specific shape and doesn't look like a specific thing.
Taking one step forward, the sticky Yin Lei is like waves.
It's like the soldiers and horses accompanying him surrounded the green-faced old devil.
His pace is not fast, but the speed of his body movement is frighteningly fast. He was still in the distant mountains a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye he was already walking on the clouds. He does not look like a devil who is eager for quick success, but more like a calm and leisurely immortal.
Under the billowing clouds and mist, he appeared in front of the burly Beast King.
Condescending!
The scarlet aura in the corner of the old devil's eyes was like the trajectory of a comet.
But that's obviously not the case.
That's Gang Qi.
"Old man!"
The Beast King did not dare to wait, and his breath blended with that of the tiger and snake beneath him.
The tiger snake opened its bloody mouth, and its fangs swallowed up the shadow, but in an instant it turned into a huge alien beast of more than ten feet. Such a bloody mouth is enough to crush everything in front of it, not to mention it looks like an ant.
Similar to Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun glanced at the strange beast indifferently, raised his hand and waved out a large black mist.
The strange beast, who was about to take his mouth, suddenly found that his body was being pulled. If he looked carefully, he saw that there was no black mist but black and red silk threads, embedded in the flesh and blood like nails, and tied into straight threads.
Lock the alien beast in place.
"Take a hit from me."
When the Beast King jumped into the air, the golden melon spirit treasure in his hand turned into a long handle.
Driven by the magic power, it was like a meteor falling, and the pressure it carried was like a nine-layered mountain falling from the sky.
The power from the Peak Great True Monarch was fully demonstrated at this moment.
With this blow, the Nine Heavens Immortal Mountain fell, and the vast pressure was completely concentrated on Tushanjun. However, what the Beast King did not expect was that under such an attack and locked by his spiritual consciousness, the black-robed old demon was still strolling around.
Shaking the Nine Level Immortal Mountain, he regarded the overwhelming force as if it were nothing, and could not even let his footsteps hesitate in the slightest.
The Beast King couldn't help but have a thought pop up in his mind: 'Is this person really the cultivation level of the Peak Great True Monarch? It's not like some old monster pretending to be in such a state to make them happy.'
Peng!
!
The hammer-like soul flag was pushed back, and a huge collision exploded in the sky. The huge air wave flew the Beast King away, and the protective aura was torn open like a piece of sword being ripped apart by bladed scissors. The powerful aura poured in, creating endless ripples.
The shocked Beast King was unable to steady his body, and the pain in his palms could not be ignored.
When he lowered his head and looked, it turned out that his palms had already been molded into flesh and blood.
He has already discovered that he alone is no match for this demon, and even if he joins forces with the Beast King, he will be at a disadvantage unless all Nascent Soul monks are gathered to form a battle formation.
It's interesting to say that in the past, low-level monks had always formed a formation to deal with high-level monks, but now Miaohe felt that he was unable to defeat this person and needed to form a formation.
"The love thread of the great road leads to disaster!"
"Sincere love!"
"Do you think you are the only one who can use emotions?" Tu Shanjun snorted and turned his hand seals, and the emotion-bending technique was immediately integrated into the killing formation of the ghost kings in all directions.
The sudden change made Miaohe take two steps back. He found that his body, not just his body, but all the monks in the formation were covered with strange black and red rotten words.
On the mirage-like ancient building in the distance, soul flags lit up with words.
Nearby, the Zhang Xu Zun Soul Flag in Tu Shanjun's hand has turned into the size of a 'command flag'. His movements are very slow, like a master dancing with a sword, but this weird dance step is obviously not something that guests can enjoy.
The sword dance is more like a funeral ghost show.
This is also true.
Xingjin Dazhenjun felt that his movements were getting slower and slower. His eyelids were very heavy. He really wanted to fall asleep. It was best to just find a place to fall asleep.
A raging fire has been ignited in Dantian Fahai, and the thick smoke generated by the flames has covered his surging mana sea like mist. The originally golden Dantian also seems to be covered with a layer of dust. Also cast a shadow is the imprisoned Yuan.
infant.
Tu Shanjun is not talking about boasting about Haikou.
Each of them looked like an old man on the verge of death. Their robes were dirty, and their originally pure bodies were stained with stains. However, they were sweating profusely after moving a few times, and their bodies exuded a stinky smell. If it weren't for the magic power,
If he can support it, I'm afraid he will turn into a pool of pus and blood before long.
At this time, I can only rely on my magic power and spiritual treasures to protect my body.
But, can it really be protected?
Forget about the terrifying array, they still have to face that person.
Xing Jin looked at the man 'dancing the sword' on the ancient building, and then at his colleagues beside him.
The great elder was hugging Yuan Shouyi, and his body-protecting aura shimmered slightly. The blood from the tiger's mouth, the senior beast king of the Beast Control Sect, turned into two lines. The wound at the tiger's mouth was deeply visible to the bone, and the cross-section of the torn flesh and blood could be seen clearly.
As for Zhenjun Zhuikong who still doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead, his body-protecting energy was crushed by that person’s bare hands. That is, the spirit treasure protects his body. Otherwise, I’m afraid he would be no different from Linzhao, and he would also be crushed by that black-robed, green-faced man.
The old devil forcibly cut a big hole in his body, and even his internal organs were clearly visible.
"Junior brother, fight quickly and decide quickly."
The message fell in Tushanjun's ears, and Tushanjun's lowered eyes suddenly raised.
His performance was indeed smooth, but Taiyi suffered a lot. The five elements spirit gathering array was not so easy to bear. In addition, he had to take pills to restore his mana. It not only tested the speed of refining, but also his physical strength and endurance.
A test of willpower.
Taiyi felt like his Dantian was like a sponge.
He sucked in the spiritual energy and then squeezed it tightly, squeezing out all the mana. Repeatedly, even an iron-clad monk couldn't bear it.
"It's over." Tu Shanjun, who was holding a banner, walked up to Miaohe Dazhenjun and looked at Miaohe Dazhenjun holding Yuan Shouyi to guard the spirit treasure. Tushanjun rolled up the soul flag in his hand and turned it into a
A short-handled 'machine', the evil skeleton on the top of the hammer shows a scary smile.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Miao He Da Zhenjun opened his mouth and spat out a dark orb: "Obscuring God Bead."
The orb appeared between Miaohe's eyebrows and blended into it. Miaohe's aura rose again, and the various negative conditions originally suppressed by the formation also quickly faded away, just like a stone clay sculpture pushing away the marl on its body.
Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and black and red threads flew out. A huge shadow of a high gate appeared in the sky, falling like a shooting star.
Boom.
The huge shrine fell behind Miaohe Dazhenjun.
Inside the huge high door that looks like a shrine, there are layers of shrines like matryoshka dolls.
It is shameful to say that Tu Shanjun rarely gives a name to his magic. Either he feels that it is not necessary, or he feels that the magic is not perfect yet, so why bother to name it so early? Even if he does not give a name, he should use the magic.
They are not used in the same way, so there seems to be no name except for the legal domain and the true meaning.
Bada.
The iron boots landed on the cold Yin Lei, making a crisp sound. Tu Shanjun walked up to the Great True Monarch Miaohe, raised the 'nail hammer' soul flag in his hand, and chopped it down without any hesitation.
"Bang!"
The arm turned into powder the moment it separated from the body.
Blood gushes out from the hideous wound.
It's just that it's not the Great True Lord Miaohe, but another Great True Lord Nascent Soul from the Hehuan Sect. He stood in front of Miaohe without hesitation. The man's face was somewhat delicate, and he showed a pale smile.
Staring at Tushanjun holding the Lingbao, he squeezed out words from between his teeth without looking back: "Senior brother."
"Walk!"
"Let's go? Where are we going?" Tu Shanjun kicked away the Dazhenjun who was standing in front of him. With one kick, the Dazhenjun's chest collapsed, and blood gushed out like a spring on his clothes.
He continued to walk forward indifferently, but at this time, the Great True Lord Xingjin stood in front of him again and shouted: "Great Elder, let's go!"
Tu Shanjun had no expression on his face and did not stop. He punched Xing Jin away and dragged him to the ground. Then he walked up to Miao He and said calmly: "As long as the Hehuan Sect surrenders, I won't kill you!
"
Miaohe spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, his eyes seemed to be spitting out flames, and roared: "You are dreaming!"
Tu Shanjun picked up the Great True Monarch Xingjin by his head, then raised the 'hammer' soul flag with his right hand. With a hammer fall, the soul flag penetrated the chest of the Great True Monarch Xingjin.
The later great monks were equally vulnerable in his hands.
The splashing hot blood fell on Tushanjun's face, making his green face even more terrifying, but his voice was still hoarse and calm: "Surrender, or not?!"
Miaohe Dazhenjun stared blankly, unconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the warmth spread in his hands. His lips trembled, but he could not squeeze out a single word: "I..."
"you……"
"To surrender or not to surrender?"
With a green face and fangs, wild crimson hair, that obviously crazy but almost indifferent grimace was right in front of him, and the scarlet eyes looked down, staring into his eyes.
The hoarse voice sounded like the roar of an evil spirit and like a demonic sound, echoing in the ears of Miaohe Dazhenjun.
Miaohe stretched his hand forward, wanting to take the seriously injured Junior Brother Xingjin from the hands of the green-faced old demon, only to realize that he had no room to continue to resist: "I..."
"I……"
"I surrender." After saying these three words, Master Miaohe slumped down on the ground like a deflated rubber ball, as if all his energy and energy had been drained out.