A big hand from the sky slowly took shape, supporting the ruined sky tower at the feet of the golden-armored god.
With a gentle squeeze, Tianque was instantly transformed into a platform of ten thousand thunders.
After observing this feat, Tushanjun was shocked.
If the big hand of the sky is allowed to throw the divine thunder platform, perhaps the soul flag that stands in the center of the formation, like a pillar of heaven, will be smashed to pieces by this side of thunder.
Just when he was about to sacrifice the Sovereign Soul Banner with all his strength, the big hand in the sky and the refining treasure platform melted away like a breeze.
"Gone?"
Not even that.
Because the thunder tribulation will continue.
But there was no more terrifying breath.
As the thunderstorm intensified, tens of thousands of ghost soldiers died in battle and their evil spirits melted away. Tushanjun himself was also seriously injured, and Meng Zhi's body only had a small amount of mana left.
Tongtianzhu.
Long flags float.
The blue-black sky spread out and swept across, as if day and night were really changing.
The thousands of Yin gods standing on the soul flag are the stars in the sky.
Dragon-shaped thunder roars.
The world is shattered in anger.
Thousands of thunderbolts were breathed out.
Turned into a vast ocean of molten iron to build the pillars of heaven.
Lightning Pillar.
Numerous cracks appeared in the Zunhun Banner, but the Holy Power of the Spiritual Machine increased instead of decreasing.
As the thunder disappeared, the purple dragon gathered by thousands of thunders flew forward and tore open the main pole of the soul flag with one claw. The sharp claws were embedded in it, seeming to completely tear the soul flag into pieces.
"The thunder dragon descended from the sky to help me refine my weapons!"
"Fire of All Causes."
"Refining!"
Tu Shanjun used Nianjue to cast a spell.
The Zunhun Banner immediately burst out with countless black gold threads to bind the Thunder Dragon and completely fixed it to the main pole.
The thunder dragon roared and tried to break free, but found that it was in vain. It could only turn into pure evil energy during its scream and merge into the main pole, adding the divine material of heavenly thunder to this soul flag.
"Thunder Tribulation Gold."
"Forge a holy weapon!"
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with surprise.
His guess should be right.
…
The evil ghost above the soul flag is covered with a layer of "flesh". In fact, it is not flesh and blood at all, but is forged from fine gold. It looks like the sharp edge of "skin".
The evil ghost's face is integrated on three sides, and the faces on both sides seem to be still stuck together and not completely separated.
The two ghost hands each hold three secondary flags.
Chaos lingers in purple and black.
Seeing that the transformation of the Zunhun Banner behind him is coming to an end.
The lava-like bloody lines above the main black gold pole converged into the sacred seal talisman, which looked more sacred and increasingly obscure.
If an ordinary monk is shrouded in this golden talisman, he will most likely be instantly affected by the holy seal recorded on the talisman, thus changing his own cultivation.
After being bathed in thunder and refined by the fire of mortal karma, the black gold of the main pole itself had transformed into a treasure of heaven and earth, and was named Wan Ye Black Tribulation Gold by Tu Shanjun.
Karmic gold is attached to the heavenly evil karmic fire.
It looks like a hazy mist, but is actually a blazing fire.
On the platform where the generals were worshipped, Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and the sky pillar behind him shook violently, shrinking continuously under his spell, and instantly transformed into a figure of about ten feet, and was held in the hands of the red-haired ghost king.
The blue-black ghost hands shook, and the surrounding evil spirits and residual thunder were immediately absorbed into the flags.
The thunder above ceased, and the evil spirits of all karma disappeared.
Tu Shanjun's flat crown turned into the ghost king's crown, and the eighteen bead curtains remained motionless. The large clothes on his body were woven into the king's robe under the burning of the karma fire. The ten small flags behind him were fully manifested, as if the ghost king was in charge.
Thousands of troops and horses appear as if they were present, solemn as swords in the mountains and forests.
Tushanjun put his hands together.
The divine spirit turned into a ball that gathered in his palms, and was then absorbed by his body.
Mountain environment.
Legalized world.
Although this world is still false, with the mountain standing tall on the sky and the earth, it is like the chaos has opened up, and it is no longer a state of confusion.
The realm is not the second Dantian.
It's like a real little world.
It is the world conceived in the body of a monk.
After nurturing such a world, the power fed back from the mountain world has changed qualitatively. With every move of your hands, the world is under your control, as if you have truly transformed from a monk into a planet, and can feel the pulse of the earth and the sky.
breathing.
Tu Shanjun murmured: "No wonder the pressure on me was so great when I faced the saint."
Unless you are a peerless genius or a Taoist disciple of a powerful sect, no god can defeat a saint.
This does not mean that they are not smart enough or talented enough. Because the saints are simply too powerful, they have completely surpassed the understanding of ordinary gods.
Speaking of which, those great Taoists are actually different kinds of monsters.
Because they were able to rely on their own foundation to erase the huge gap and defeat ordinary saints.
After accumulating this foundation and then breaking through to become a saint, how profound must his conduct be?
Tu Shanjun glanced over.
Outside the killing array.
Those people should be impatient.
It's not to congratulate him on becoming a saint, but to snatch the 'sacred weapon'.
"Saint Weapon, Honored Soul Banner."
He looked at the large banner in his hand.
After crossing this hurdle, the soul banner was melted into a holy weapon, how could it not make people happy?
However, when he stared at the soul flag, Tu Shanjun's face was ashen. In order to achieve this goal, many people died, and he even ended the life of a direct disciple with his own hands.
Watch closely.
It's complicated at the moment.
Tu Shanjun withdrew his gaze.
Now is not the time to feel sad, and his heart is far harder than imagined.
"Can it be done?"
He asked himself this question.
If anyone has given him the most terrifying sense of oppression since he started practicing Buddhism, it is undoubtedly the Taoist Master of Jambudvipa.
Jamfu Daojun didn't have to suppress others with his cultivation. He just watched everything happen quietly. Then when Tushanjun came to his senses, he had become the opponent's pawn.
Perhaps actively or passively, I helped him get things done.
Therefore, Tushanjun always has a kind of fear that seems to be escaping.
He didn't want to fight with Lord Jambudvipa, but he had to take action.
He had a reason to take action.
"come yet?"
Tushanjun murmured softly.
The Immortal Eye could easily see through the formation, but he did not do so.
Instead, he waved the Soul Reverend Banner and withdrew the killing array of the ghost kings from all directions.
The moment the formation disappeared, this body had only the last trace of mana left.
Sitting cross-legged on the general worship platform, relying on Zhang Xuhun's banner.
The red-haired ghost king lowered his head.
The vision in my body faded away.
Showing a handsome face.
The long dark gold hair is spread over the shoulders like a waterfall, and the eyelids on the handsome face are drooped, covering the pair of dark gold tiger eyes. The tiger eyes are dim and lifeless, and the body is lifeless.
Sure enough, as the Yu family said, Meng Zhi suffered backlash and was on the verge of death after the great catastrophe began, and could only support the Soul Banner until he became a holy weapon.
Since the Yu family decided to cover up Meng Zhi's behavior, future history books will definitely write about it this way.
…
Yu Renzheng doesn't care what the history books say.
He had already made preparations the moment he saw the catastrophe dissipated.
The five-fire divine light golden wheel boat was activated immediately, and the boat shuttled like a sharp sword. As a Taoist disciple of the Yu Clan, he was the best at escape techniques. As long as those great saints did not take action, even ordinary saints could not be faster than him.
The confrontation with the Great Tribulation just now was such a magnificent sight, he had long been greedy for treasures.
If he were in charge of the Sovereign Soul Banner and relied on the weapon spirit holy weapon, he would definitely be able to defeat the heroes and become the number one person on the Taoist Ranking.
"The treasure is mine!"
halfway.
Yu Renzheng left the boat directly and performed an escape technique that was arrogant to all the heroes.
"not good!"
The expressions of the many great sages who were watching from the cloud changed drastically.
Everyone has witnessed the sacred power of the Zunhun Banner. Even the great sages like them are vaguely wanting to take action. Due to the agreement between the ancestor and the Yu family, they dare not act rashly and can only sit back and watch the juniors take action.
It would be fine if Taoist disciples from other families obtained it. How could the foreign tribes in the North obtain this treasure?
Several of the great saints will soon be defeated.
"Fellow Taoists, do you still remember the agreement you made with the Yu family?"
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
"But, if it is obtained by a foreign race..."
"Everyone has a little more confidence in their own way."
"..."
"How brave!" Yang Xingtian shouted angrily.
Nine suns are in the sky, and the sun is rotating.
A drop of God's palm inspired him fiercely.
The infinite flames turned into nine fire dragons and roared, blocking Yu Renzheng's path, faintly forcing Yu Renzheng out of the void light, and the fire dragons trapped Yu Renzheng.
Yu Renzheng was furious: "Looking for death."
Cursing secretly with hatred.
But he couldn't turn around and fight Yang Xingtian because the ancient white dragon chariot had already passed by him.
"Feather shuttle escapes to the sky!"
Boom.
The ancient white dragon chariot fell down.
A handsome young man with flowing white hair walked through the air.
Yu Lingguan said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to stop me?"
"No."
"It was you who blocked my way."
Yan Fadu drove the chariot, then frowned and said, "Why is fellow Taoist still carrying an oil bottle?"
He was seeing the woman hiding next to Jade Spirit Officer. Although the woman was also a god and had an extraordinary Taoist body, at a glance, her background was not deep enough.
Yu Lingguan said coldly: "Fellow Taoist is too lenient!"
"You go there first."
Yu Lingguan pointed to the road aside.
"Brother."
Yu Linglong said nervously.
"Go ahead."
"..."
"Get out of the way!"
A strong man grabbed the figure in front of him and threw him out, striding towards the general worship platform.
"you……!"
The monk who was thrown out was about to curse, but after seeing the opponent clearly, he immediately stopped and shouted: "Baili Buhuo, you are so fucking bullying!"
Suddenly the clouds moved.
Whether it was ancient chariots, giant ships, or even rare animals, magical weapons, and magic weapons, they all bloomed with wonderful light in the sky, dyeing the originally clear and clear sky into strange colors.
These bursts of divine light could not tolerate the approach of low-level monks.
"Junior brother also wants to fight for it?"
Xun Yixiang looked at Chu Kuang and said.
"Fight!"
Chu Kuang nodded.
"That's fine."
Xun Yixiang nodded and picked up Chu Kuang.
A little black ink spread out in his hand, and as a brush fell, he drew a road.
He just led Chu Kuang onto the drawn road. Suddenly, the road seemed ethereal and the two figures disappeared at the end of the road.
…
Looking at the soul flag not far away and the figure in front of the soul flag, Chu Kuang said in surprise: "Senior brother, what are you doing?"
Xun Yixiang smiled and said: "Of course we have to make preparations in advance."
Chu Kuang raised his hands: "Fellow Taoist!"
The fluttering Zhang Xu Zun Soul Flag suddenly opened a black-red eye.
