The swaying figure protected a bronze candle, moved forward, and sat on the bow of the ship.
The dim light shines.
I saw most of the skull shining in the light.
The dark black bones had no trace of flesh and blood, and the dripping liquid passed through the gaps, and even the bones themselves were corroded and pitted.
The skin on half of the face drooped, as if it had no support from bones and flesh.
The owner of the figure simply reached out and tore it off and threw it aside.
Under candlelight.
The evil ghost looks like a skeleton with its bones standing upright.
Tushanjun, with only a little bit of his face left, wanted to shake the soul flag and put his body into it.
However, most of the main pole of the 10-foot-long soul flag in his hand had turned into pus and flowed inside the small boat box of Fang Cunzhou. When the open flag was pulled open, only the smaller half was caught by the skeleton on the top of the main pole.
Tushanjun's expression changed drastically.
The main body is damaged, so that the power that can be displayed now is greatly reduced. Even if he is exposed to mana, he cannot complete such a large action.
Not turning into bones just allows him to display his strength without so much mana support.
Without using magic, you can rely on your Taoist body to exert a certain degree of strength. Of course, it is definitely not magic or magical power, but mostly the combat power brought by your physical body. If you want to use magic and magic, you still need mana.
This does not mean that mana will not be consumed if the body is not transformed into bones.
On the contrary, compared with the ordinary physical body in the past, the consumption of mana is now higher than before.
Even though there was a lot of movement when he and Fen Tian started fighting, Tu Shanjun actually didn't use many spells at all. The reincarnation of the only ghost king even drained 60-70% of his mana in one breath. With his peak golden elixir body, he couldn't last long at all.
If the body cannot be replaced, the mana supporting the body's movements will be exhausted before long.
That clear light was aimed at him. Although his flesh and blood body suffered heavy injuries, it was actually not as damaged as the soul flag. The main pole and the surface of the soul flag were still dissolving under this blue light.
Seeing the skeleton at the top of the soul flag that had lost half of its body, and the still-dissolving face of the banner, Tushanjun immediately used his fangs to tear off the face of the banner.
It is difficult to deal with the location of the main pole.
The main rod is much harder than the top corners and tusks, and cannot be easily damaged.
"Oops!"
Tu Shanjun found that the supplemented mana was getting weaker and weaker. Logically speaking, this should not happen.
He could only reluctantly use his magical power to turn the remaining soul flag into a ring and wear it on his bony finger.
As the last trace of mana disappeared, the whole body sat completely silent.
that's all.
A lantern boat carried a withered skeleton.
Drifting in the barrier.
…
Stab.
The figure that appeared in the barrier space was still obscured, but the man was holding an ancient lamp, and the light turned into a bright circle and enveloped him.
It was Venerable Fentian who had just fought with Lord Tushan.
He seemed to be looking for something, but there was only endless darkness around him.
Not far away, Venerable Wu Zang said with the same regret and joy: "Fellow Taoist He, why don't you take the Nine-Zhao Spirit Flower to save your fellow Taoist?"
"I don't need to worry about you little guy. You should first think about how to deal with the Venerable Guxianlou."
"I'm going to go."
Venerable Fentian, who was holding the lamp, sneered, stepped out and disappeared.
Venerable Wu Zang clicked his tongue: "With such Taoist soldiers, you can indeed come and go freely."
As he spoke, he looked behind him.
Then the whole person left the barrier space.
The barrier space is chaotic, and even the Venerable may get lost. He does not have Tao soldiers like that, and he will not stay for a long time.
I came here just to make sure Fentian didn't get the weapon spirit treasure.
"It's a pity, but it's not a pity either..." Wu Zang smiled calmly.
…
The ancient fairy tower spirit boat in Fanghuzhou was robbed.
Half a year later, a mysterious monk disclosed the news.
It turns out that it was not a vendetta at all, but a treasure that gave birth to a weapon spirit. After the two sages took action, it sank into the domain. The whereabouts of the weapon spirit treasure have been unknown since then.
However, this still attracted the attention of many monks.
Fang Huzhou suddenly became lively.
However, most of the monks who searched to no avail regarded it as a rumor.
After all, no one has that much time to pursue an uncertain result.
…
Compared with the bustle of Fanghuzhou, the bustle here is even more different.
The clouds parted.
The sun shines.
The monks were coming and going in an orderly manner, and the spiritual boats were flowing across the river, making it even more vibrant.
Only the thirty-six peaks stretch into a huge mountain range, which looks majestic and at the same time makes people wonder who is so generous in creating such a fairyland for the monks to enjoy.
at this time.
A man was ascending the long steps.
He was a monk in black robes and a hood. His steps were not big, but in the blink of an eye he appeared at the top, facing the main hall while strolling so casually.
Just as he exuded an aura of inspiration, a melodious voice came from the mountain behind.
"When will the envoy arrive in this small wilderness?"
The monk who walked over was already somewhat old. He was wearing black and white robes and looked at the man in black robes with his hands raised.
The man in black robe took off his hood, revealing a beautiful face, as cold as a cold peak and a high cliff, and more like a river where the sun and the moon converge and spread out, spreading freely.
I have to say that this man is really loved by God.
This appearance and temperament alone are simply not something ordinary people can possess.
The man in black robe smiled and said, "Ancestor, do you still remember me?"
Zhenjun Wuya was suddenly startled, opened his mouth wide, and said in surprise: "Jinghong?" Immediately, as if he realized the gap between the two, he quickly lowered his head and cupped his hands and said: "Don't blame me, sir, it's really..."
Tu Shan Jinghong smiled and waved his hand and said: "Back then, I didn't need the care of my ancestor in the sect. Otherwise, I wouldn't be where I am today. My ancestor wouldn't have to be like this."
True Lord Wuya was still in disbelief and said: "This... I have long heard about Jinghong that you are in seclusion to attack the realm, but now this is..."
He said and took a look.
Just the depth of the spiritual aura makes Wuya feel unpredictable, and he is afraid that he will not be able to explore it without opening his Dharma Eyes.
However, he was not very discerning.
"good."
"I have passed the border."
True Lord Wuya hurriedly raised his hands and said, "I didn't know it was the Reverend who came here!"
Tushan Jinghong sighed secretly.
Since her realm has become higher and higher, no matter who faces her, they will inevitably have a respectful look. Even the once kind ancestors and beloved classmates seem to have experienced great alienation in an instant.
A kind of awe.
Moreover, because her talent is so outstanding, she is respected throughout the Eastern Wilderness.
"I came here to look for my ancestor because of this person."
As she spoke, she unfolded a picture scroll.
Tu Shan Jinghong briefly said that she had actually walked around the small wilderness a long time ago. With the strength of the Lord Transformation God, it would not even take long to swim around this circle. However, she did not find anything about it.
After hearing Tushanjun's message, Wanfa Sect from Xiaohuang Territory came to the scene.
Zhenjun Wuya showed a look of surprise. He had actually known something for a long time. It was said that this person was indeed related to Jinghong.
"It's a long story. Back then, the Blood Evil Sect was destroyed..." True Lord Wuya told what happened to the Blood Evil Sect back then. At that time, it was already too late when he and other True Lords Yuanying rushed there.
Zong has been completely taken over by that person, and even the genius monks of Tianyang Shenzong are almost dead.
As for what happened next.
"..."
"left?"
"Okay, I will go to the Blood Evil Sect ruins to explore."
"The ruins of the Blood Evil Sect were occupied and established by a newly promoted monk..." Zhenjun Wuya stopped mid-sentence. What was he talking about? This person in front of him was the venerable. How could the newly promoted monk stop him?
Not to mention that there is no large formation in the Xiaohuang Realm that can stop the Venerable.
…
Standing on the territory of the original Blood Evil Sect, it is now the territory of a new sect.
Tushan Jinghong said: "Dad."
A figure appeared behind Jinghong. The tall figure was wearing a black and red robe, with red hair and a stern face. Only his eyes were lifeless, and he did not look like a living person.
The spiritual pressure it exudes is very similar to Tushan Jinghong itself.
This figure actually also has the aura of a Venerable.
Naturally, she rushed to Xiaohuangyu in such a hurry because she sensed a crisis in Tushanjun. However, when she came to Xiaohuangyu, she found that her father had been missing for more than two hundred years.
If it really comes to mind, as soon as she left the Little Wilderness Territory and headed to the Eastern Wilderness, Tushanjun had already disappeared.
The blue-white palm moved away from Tu Shan Jinghong's eyes.
The dark pupils disappeared, and what appeared in the eye sockets was a pair of purple-black double pupils.
Double pupil rotation.
The world seemed to be different at this moment, and the sect in front of her no longer existed. What appeared in front of her was a somewhat unfamiliar scene.
in that scene.
Endless mist covered the sky and the sun, and the clouds were densely covered with rampant soldiers and ghost generals in full armor.
The tall figure holding the soul flag was full of energy, like a ghost emperor sitting in command of the army.
At that time, Tushanjun was only in the early stage of Yuanying, but the combat power he displayed was not comparable to that of the early Yuanying.
If it weren't for her extraordinary talent, she would still be far behind.
She had only heard that her father was powerful before, but that was only when she was a child. She had never actually seen Tushanjun take action in his full glory, and even the number of times he took action was very few. This time, however, she truly saw her father's fighting power.
However, there is still one doubt.
Tushan Jinghong, who was on the battlefield, walked past everyone and stood in front of Tushanjun. He looked into Tushanjun's eyes and then walked through the illusory body to the front of True Lord Taiyi. He frowned and said, "Why is it a little strange?
Is this the person in charge of the Zunhun Banner?"
"His inheritance is also a bit strange. He is very powerful, but he is not a sect from the Eastern Wilderness Realm."
Tushan Jinghong shook his head slightly.
The destination she is looking for is obviously not here.
However, this kind of retrospection has already put a heavy burden on Chongtong, and even with her cultivation in the early stages of becoming a god, her eyes feel sore.
Tu Shan Jinghong could still bear the slight sourness, and quietly observed the entire fight, until the ancestor of the Blood Evil Sect died and fell into the flag, and the real leader of the clan faced off with his father.
Chongtong could see the picture but could not hear the sound.
All I could do was watch the words on the lips.
Tushan Jinghong didn't think that his father would waste so much words, it was probably something important, so he read through it patiently.
His face became more and more startled.
Until I repeat it over and over again.
Tushan Jinghong suddenly looked at the tall figure holding a flag: "What?!"