He grasped the soul flag's arms and swung it around, turning the soul flag into a halberd and leaning it in front of him.
His eyes turned blood red due to the magic.
He asked in a deep voice: "Have you collected it?"
"Didn't get it."
"That knife was too fast."
Tushanjun suppressed his restless mind.
If it hadn't been for this sword, he would have taken the great saint's soul into his pocket.
The extraordinary power of the Sovereign Soul Banner can bring great suppression to the soul, and it is not impossible to suppress the soul of the Great Sage.
It's a pity that the Zunhun Banner is more aimed at the soul. When Luo Tianpeng made that blow, the chance to take away the old soul of the Qian clan was completely cut off.
Tu Shanjun lowered his voice and said with fear: "It's best not to use the soul flag to resist his magic sword."
"I know." Luo Manping looked at the knife marks on the soul flag.
Although only a shallow mark has been healed, I did feel the fragility of the soul flag just now.
The soul flag itself is a holy weapon rather than a divine weapon. Secondly, there is a difference between offensive divine weapons and functional divine weapons.
If you want to use the soul flag to fight, you must at least be at the consent level.
Otherwise, the head-to-head confrontation between a holy weapon and a divine weapon is the difference between a wooden stick and an iron weapon. Even if the wooden stick can be restored quickly, it will consume the accumulated evil energy, which does not mean that there is no cost.
Luo Tianpeng snorted: "Hide your head and show your tail!"
The overbearing pressure is like the brilliant God of War, coming from the Nine Heavens to suppress people into the Nine Netherworld and the Deep Hell. When his divine consciousness is locked, he slashes out three sword energies, immediately cutting the space into three layers.
Under the squeeze of the air blast, a tall figure walked out.
Luo Manping, who came barefoot, raised his hands in salute.
He called out the King of Heaven.
"Luo Manping."
Luo Tianpeng frowned and pondered, and read out the name of the strange saint.
He said calmly: "It turns out to be the Dharma King with great teaching power."
Luo Tianpeng, who was about to say a few more words to persuade Luo Manping to surrender, suddenly changed his expression. He stared at Luo Manping with a pair of heavenly eyes and said sternly: "Who did you kill?"
"You are so brave!"
Luo Tianpeng is like a big roc covering the sky.
There was a loud roar, and the heaven and earth shook.
The great world that was originally quiet was immediately detonated by this violent thunder sound.
Like a sea bursting its banks, darkness ushered in the world, seeming to destroy everything and turn it into dust.
The furious Luo Tianpeng was like an ancient emperor who sent an order of divine punishment. It was just a shout, but under the magical power, it seemed to have turned into the most primitive sound.
The majestic pressure displayed by the self-proclaimed top saint of the world made Luo Manping in the False Realm unable to help but feel frightened. However, he did not retreat. Not to mention the stable space of the Blessed Land, how much it would take to tear open the void barrier. With great strength, if you lose concentration, your head will be chopped off by that magic sword.
The grief and anger in Luo Tianpeng's eyes turned cold, and he locked eyes on Luo Manping. His voice was as cold as a knife: "I advised you not to interfere in the affairs of the great religion."
"I thought you guys would really keep to yourself."
"But you killed my hall master."
"He has made great contributions to the Great Religion and is a true hero. He did not die on the battlefield to open up territory for the Great Religion. Instead, he died in your hands and even became your magic weapon. One of the souls."
"Luo Manping, you deserve to die!"
"Even if I cut you to death with a thousand swords and extract your soul to suppress you, it still won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Luo Manping looked unmoving and said quietly: "He didn't die in my hands, he died in your ambition. Since ancient times, he has been one religion and two kings. It is the rule set by the ancestors. What do you think about it?" The day you learn how to take action, you should understand that no one can live forever."
"We can die, but your men, Luo Tianpeng, can't?"
"What kind of bullshit is this!"
Luo Tianpeng took one step forward, and it felt like the whole world was being trampled under his feet.
He solemnly raised the magic sword in his hand.
"The ancestors are not worthy of the law."
"One religion and three divisions are divisions. I, Luo Tianpeng, are unifying the heavens and are the direction of the road! It is for the Asura clan to become the top clan. You rebellious ministers dare to act like a chariot and hinder our clan from reaching the top. Even the old ghost has died in my hands. How dare you speak nonsense here under the sword!"
"Stop talking nonsense, murderers must pay with their lives!"
"Then come."
Luo Manping looked up to the sky and roared, forming seals with his hands, and infinite golden mana poured into his body.
A bloody light and shadow suddenly grew in size, with a head like Mount Song and a mouth like a lake of blood. As its fangs sprouted, blood covered its body. A blood-eyed Shura statue stood on the ground, its hands suddenly clasped together.
"Thousand-Destroying Shura Palm!"
The blood-eyed Shura stretched out his hands up and down, as if there were really thousands of arms blooming behind him like refining. At the moment when the blood-eyed Shura handed out the seal, thousands of blood-colored arms were like falling stars in the sky. The universe blooms with the most brilliant divine light.
Luo Manping, who practices the art of strength and is moving forward on the road, exerts all his strength as soon as he takes action.
This blow is far greater than thousands of mountains and rivers.
It's not the advent of magical powers, it's the purest power.
It is the most basic power of thousands of Taoist arts and magical powers, and has the ability to open up the world.
After cultivating to this point, the great world emerges from the body and the Dharma condenses. The monk can no longer be called a monk. He is a saint, an acquired holiness. Even the second-step god-transforming monks cannot match such power. No matter what Does the other party understand the mountain environment?
Because they are no longer facing mountains.
However, Luo Manping was not facing a junior god-forming person. If he were a god-forming Nascent Soul, he would be able to destroy the opponent's cultivation simply by relying on the technique of witnessing.
The person opposite him had anger hidden in his eyes, but he drew the sword calmly and steadily, even with a coldness.
Speechless.
Quietly raise the magic sword.
cut.
There is no divine light, let alone dazzling light.
The flash of swords and shadows does not describe him.
Under the torrent of the heavenly waterfall, he struck out at the end of the sea and the edge of the universe.
The heaven and earth became silent, and everything was motionless under this knife.
And because it's not that the world has stopped, but that all life has died under this knife.
Even though it was the avenue of power and the tens of thousands of powerful bombardments from the power saints, they all seemed to turn into black and white in an instant. How gorgeous it once was, it is now so silent.
Walking on the two-color black light, Luo Tianpeng appeared in front of Luo Manping.
There was less anger and sadness in his eyes, like a lofty king looking down at the ants who couldn't understand him at all.
He is the top great sage, Luo Tianpeng.
His sword is a divine sword, and from now on, the great sect he leads will also become a divine sect.
Just like the Tianpeng who has taken off its shackles and soars in the wilderness of the universe.
Peng can't see the withered bones under your feet, let alone the dust of the past. What he yearns for is a broader sky.
"You don't understand me, I don't blame you."
"People always like to be content with the status quo."
"Tend to be stable, go with the flow, and accept the situation. Even if there is force, you will not dare to resist. Instead, you will spurn those who seek change, spurn those who dare to resist, and those who dare to fight. They are afraid of all new things and are afraid of things beyond their own understanding. Monk...
No exception."
"Everyone has different reasons and purposes for embarking on the path of cultivating immortality."
"But, people should pay the price for their stupidity, Luo Manping."
Luo Tianpeng raised the long knife in his hand and said coldly: "Death!"
Phew!
Luo Manping's eyes suddenly widened.
His body actually moved back more than three feet. In fact, even three feet cannot avoid the blade of the magic sword. However, for a monk, a slight difference can lead to a loss of thousands of miles. Three feet is already a huge number.
.
The so-called three feet is not a distance, but a fold in space.
Moreover, a figure wearing black and red Taoist robes stood in front of him.
Fight a knife for him.
This knife directly hit the black-robed saint standing at the front.
The blade of the divine sword was too sharp, and in an instant the black-robed saint was cut open with a hideous wound that penetrated the left and right sides of his chest.
While the skin and flesh were torn open, the fractures of the shoulder blades and ribs could be clearly seen, and even the internal organs were evenly separated into two halves and stopped beating completely.
Luo Tianpeng couldn't help but be surprised by the sudden change.
What's even more weird is that the strange saint who was supposed to die took action brazenly.
He raised his palm into a fist and punched it out, and the world suddenly became colorful.
When this gap appeared, Luo Manping also reacted and descended to the great world, completely solidifying the space, giving the Dharma image, which originally did not have the foundation support of the lotus platform and Taoist throne, possess tyrannical power.
With one palm strike, the sky-high hand swept thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers of the blessed land collapsed under the palm, causing the approaching Luo Tianpeng to retreat.
Luo Manping hurriedly turned around and asked nervously: "How are you?"
He really didn't expect that the weapon spirit would show up to help him block the knife.
He had a premonition just now.
If he took this knife forcefully, his body might be cut in half.
At that time, he was already feeling bad.
The sculpture of Tu Shanjun's incarnation stood motionless with his eyes blank and his fist extended.
Although his body was almost cut in half, the body was quickly repaired by the black-red evil spirit, and even the bones and blood were rejoined together, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from his godless eyes.
"What a strong sword!"
Tu Shanjun looked down at the injury on his chest in horror.
With the power of the immortal Taoist body, he could resist the holy weapons long ago, but he was almost chopped to pieces by the divine sword. One can imagine the power of the divine weapons and the terror of those who hold them.
This also shows that his judgment is correct.
Once Luo Manping dies in Luo Tianpeng's hands, life and death will be unpredictable if the Soul Flag falls into the opponent's hands.
He is different from Luo Tianfeng who is in the state of remnant soul.
Seeing Tu Shanjun regaining his vitality and recovering from his injuries quickly, Luo Manping let out a long sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that the weapon spirit would die just now, not only because he would inherit the magic weapon Soul Flag, but also because he was grateful to Tu Shanjun for his help. After all, he did not want his allies to die under the sword of the enemy.
Tu Shanjun said calmly: "If you and I join forces, there is still a glimmer of hope."
"His sword is indeed very fast, but I am not slow either."
With that said, Tu Shanjun raised his hand to retrieve the soul flag, turned it into a long dragon and flew into the sky
He said in a deep voice: "I have long said that the formation of the Ten Saints was built for my soul. That guy wants to check and balance my strength. He must make sure that my strength does not exceed his, otherwise I will not fall into this situation."
"What should we do now?"
"Do your best."
Tu Shanjun has not activated the grand formation. With the current number of souls, even if he activates the grand formation, it will only be ashes under the magic sword of Luo Tianpeng.
"Too."
Luo Manping nodded slightly and immediately formed a seal: "Reverse Blood Shura Body Reincarnation Technique!"