The great devil in the world is nothing more than this.
His body is in flames and his mind is burning.
I want to ask who came through the fog.
Zun Sheng is also known as the Soul-Eating Demon.
Gusu Cuiguang jumped out of the blood-eye Dharma's tens of thousands of palm prints and did not attack or kill him again. His eyes were completely attracted by the approaching monk, and his expression was full of solemnity.
He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, you must be Lord Soul Tushanjun, the soul master of the Zunhun Banner."
"I know you."
"I heard that you stirred up troubles in the Eastern Wilderness, and even Dao Lord took action."
"It's better to be famous than to meet, but to meet is worse than to be famous!"
Gusu Cuiguang looked at the figure walking out of the sea of evil clouds.
The eye of Dharma is like a torch, which turns into two rays of divine light.
The divine light conceals the blade.
It seemed that he wanted to break open the red figure and see clearly his true strength.
He could clearly feel that the main soul only had the spiritual aura of the False Refining Realm.
When she saw the pitch-black iron rod held in the pale ghost's hand, Gusu Cuiguang put away her contempt and spoke with an equal attitude.
"My Taoist friends have great ambitions, so why should they help others to do evil?"
"Luo Tianfeng is narrow-minded and will definitely limit the strength of fellow Taoists at all times, but I will not. As long as fellow Taoists stand by and watch, the souls of these two people will belong to fellow Taoists."
Tu Shanjun, holding the Sky Strike, shook his head slightly.
"The profit is too small?"
"I think you don't like it."
Gusu Cuiguang was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard wrongly or was hallucinating.
He is a top sage, there is no way he could have heard wrong.
Others don't know his strength, but he knows his own very clearly. He didn't defeat Lu Jingsha just now because he wanted to hide his strength.
That means he doesn't have any magic weapons, otherwise he might be able to defeat the former leader Luo Tianfeng.
Even the powerful Dharma King Luo Manping, a monk who ranks at the forefront of the ten Dharma Kings, can't go two steps in his hands.
But a weapon spirit said, "You don't like it".
This made him feel a little dazed.
When can weapons have their own preferences?
Gusu Cuiguang's face suddenly turned cold.
He said calmly: "It just so happens that I don't like a weapon to have its own opinions. Since you want to die, when I get the Soul Flag, I will refine your consciousness and use it completely for me!"
Tushanjun showed no anger at all.
He had already seen clearly who Gusu Cuiguang was, so how could he become angry because of what the other party said.
It would be better to say that such words would not poke his lungs at all, but would make him want to kill Gusu Cuiguang here to obtain the soul of the Great Sage.
After the murderous intention was revealed, the demon king of hell opened his bloody mouth and said coldly: "When I crush your body and pull out your soul and put it into the flag, you should understand that the life of the weapon spirit is also life."
"die!"
Gusu Cuiguang's body suddenly disappeared.
The golden-winged knife in his hand was close to his palm, as if what he was wielding was not the knife at all but his own hand.
The sword light turned into a ten-thousand-foot heavenly sword, which could kill the devil in the underworld.
It was as if the ancient holy king's tyrannical blow seemed to break the whole world into two halves.
The endless murderous intent targets only one person.
It is the main soul of the divine weapon wielding the divine weapon and the weapon spirit wielding the iron front.
Tushanjun could feel the awe-inspiring sword energy tearing through his skin.
That was the coercion unique to the Great Sage Huanzhen, and it was also the omen of death coming from the golden sword.
It seemed that the next moment his head was chopped off with a golden knife.
If he were bare-handed, Tu Shanjun would definitely not be a match for Gusu Cuiguang.
However, he holds the divine weapon Heavenly Strike in his hand.
The power of the divine weapon means that he does not need to use secret magic to descend, and he can also use the false refining realm to attack the true saint. Especially Gusu Cuiguang only has a peerless holy weapon and no divine weapon at his side.
"bring it on!"
If we talk about other weapons, they may be very unfamiliar to Tushanjun.
But this is a mace, similar to the long-handled hammer of the Soul Banner.
Instantly integrate the contained fist intention into the sky strike.
When the stick is smashed out, the sky and the earth are darkened.
In the hands of the Supreme Sage, the mighty divine strike is like an iron curtain that destroys the heaven and the earth.
Not to mention Luo Manping, even Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged to stabilize his injury, looked surprised.
He originally just hoped that Tu Shanjun could hold back Gusu Cuiguang.
Once his Xuan Gong luck has brought his injuries under control, he can make a comeback to suppress the rebels in the ancient forest, and lend it to Tushan Jun to strike from the sky, fearing that the main soul will not be able to exert the power of the divine weapon.
Good guy.
He said he was practicing boxing, but secretly he had already integrated boxing techniques into stick techniques.
"kill!"
The blade was like a chasm cutting across the sky, severing the sky in two, and the terrifying energy swept through and turned everything around it into powder.
Even the mountains, lakes and seas were uprooted and swept deep into the space. The divine weapon's sky strike remained motionless, and the sky pillar collapsed as if it was about to crush the monk who used this terrifying divine sword to death.
Boom.
puff!
Demonic blood spilled.
Dark gold blood melts into the earth like rain.
Tu Shanjun's frosty face took on the appearance of a green-faced, fanged evil ghost, and his rotating black and red eyes stared at Gusu Cuiguang who appeared in front of him with a knife.
It seemed like he almost dug out all the internal organs of Tushanjun.
Tu Shan was not surprised by this.
Gusu Cuiguang, who was supposed to have half of his body crushed by the sky strike, was unscathed, but his arm seemed to have received a full blow from himself.
Not only was the entire arm shattered, but the shoulder blade was also crumbling.
Use Ding Xuan Gong to calm your mind, and evil spirits will return to you like steam.
Tushanjun opened his mouth and spit out blood.
The blood suddenly turned into phantoms, and even the Gusu Cuiguang took action, each using magical magic, the gorgeous secret method turned into a bright light, completely submerging the Gusu Cuiguang.
call.
The fangs are opened, and the fire of evil karma is pouring out.
The underworld and ghosts spread out brilliantly.
Tu Shanjun not only uses his fists to perform divine weapons and heavenly strikes, but also blends Taoism into the battle. It can be said that he has used his Taoism to the extreme, like a madman who fights endlessly.
The wildly dancing scarlet hair is like clouds hanging in the sky after bathing in the devil's blood.
"it's useless."
"Thousands of Taoist techniques, all kinds of Taoist methods, under my Taoist body, will all become means of attacking yourself. This is the Taoist method of my Gusu Cuiguang."
Gusu Cuiguang is like a confident god, receiving the profound sea of Taoism and endless divine power from the Great Sage of Souls, yet he remains unscathed.
laugh.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The purple-black steam flows back brilliantly, repairing Tushanjun's body.
His eyes were firm and unwavering, not at all shaken by Gusu Cuiguang's words. He chuckled and said, "The stars have changed? Are you going to transfer all the attacks you receive to the one who uses your magical power?"
"Good name."
Gusu Cuiguang nodded slightly.
A look of approval flashed in his eyes: "My Tao body is called 'Huitian'."
“Have you ever heard of ‘no cure’!”
"How long can your resurrection be in a stalemate with my immortality?!"
"You damn duck has a tough mouth." Gusu Cuiguang sneered.
"I have studied you, and you can use unknown Taoist techniques to repair your body to achieve the best condition at all times, but I can wear you to death. When you exhaust your magical powers, I will be the final winner!"
Gusu Cuiguang stopped talking and took a long breath.
The light of the sword divided Yin and Yang.
The majestic sword intent is like an angry dragon sweeping the world that wants to bite the world into pieces. The piercing murderous intent penetrates deep into the bone marrow and wants to tear people apart completely and turn them into wailing souls under the winged sword.
"kill!"
The yin and yang wheel is suspended in the body.
The millstone of the avenue turns.
Tu Shanjun, holding the Sky Strike, fully unleashes the divine power of the immortal Taoist body.
The demonic blood surges thousands of miles!
Purple-black lines appeared on his skin, as if he was wearing a treasured garment.
In fact, this was part of his Taoist power. The divine light of thunder shattered the infinite sword energy, and Tu Shanjun took action again.
Keng!
The emerald light and purple-black electricity intertwined together, like a fierce fight between two great worlds.
What greets us is a scene of doomsday.
The world is filled with boundless thunder and lightning, black and red energy, and sword energy that can cut everything.
"Magic Ape!"
Tushanjun roared endlessly.
The old ape in the cassock in the sea of consciousness suddenly opened his lowered eyes, and the golden armor under the cassock burst out with divine light.
An iron rod seemed to appear in the old ape's hand. The rod and the fist merged and evolved into the boundless holy method. It was the divine channel technique for fighting heaven and earth, prompting Tu Shanjun to become more and more brave as he fought.
The injuries on his body became more and more serious.
Once the demon blood drips, it will immediately turn into a phantom and take action.
At this moment, Tushanjun seems to have really become an ancient demon lord.
A drop of demonic blood can evolve boundless Taoist techniques that can kill the venerable Huashen, and can even compete with saints of the same level. Even Xusheng is afraid that he will not be able to take advantage of the shadow of demonic blood.
Luo Manping's eyes widened completely.
I watched helplessly as the two of them fought through the morning and dusk, severing the yin and yang.
Even the exterior of the Great World Shrine is dim and dull, unable to compete with the fierce light of these two murderous stars.
Lily passed by in an instant.
Thousands of moves have yet to be settled.
Gusu Cuiguang realized it completely. He had no idea what Taoist skills Tu Shanjun used to maintain his immortality. He could survive his consumption and recover from Tu Shanjun's many attacks. Once such consumption continued, he might have to hold on.
Can't live.
Therefore, he wanted to chop off Tu Shanjun's head to stop this fight that was gradually going against him.
"Behead!"
Flying golden wings decapitate the enemy, and you can only rest after drinking the demon's blood.
The green light of Gusu manifests the true form of the Dharma, descends to the great world and flies out on golden wings. The light of the sword is like a river of stars flowing all over the sky. Only when he dies can he fall on the edge of the distant sky.
Tu Shanjun roared loudly and moved forward without hesitation.
The demon lord descended from the sky, with unparalleled divine power, seemed to be carrying the belief that we would die together, and used the magic ape fighting method to kill this shocking enemy in this life.
Bang.
Click!
Beheading with a golden sword.
The head rolled down.
A pale ghost hand holds the top corner of the green-faced fang's head.
At the same moment, the beheaded man held a sky strike and landed heavily on Gusu Cuiguang's shoulder.
As if breaking the limit, I heard a small sound.
Gusu Cuiguang looked at the monk who was beheaded by him in disbelief.
The pale ghost lifted his head with his hand and placed it on his neck.
Retrieve Sky Strike again.
He said coldly: "If you chop off my head, I will take your life!"
puff!
Gusu Cuiguang spit out a mouthful of blood.
His body instantly became tattered, with no good piece of flesh left.
It was clear that he only received one blow, but it seemed that he had endured thousands of blows and countless bombardments of Taoist and magical powers, preventing him from falling and sinking into a pool of blood on the earth.
"You...can still live?"
Tu Shanjun did not answer.
But Gusu Cuiguang could tell that Tushanjun couldn't live any longer.
The two of them fought for several hours, fighting to the limit.
This is a replacement strategy that kills a thousand enemies and damages one thousand and two.
Even Gusu Cuiguang, who possesses the Huitian Dao Body, has to admit that he flinched when life and death were at stake.
If he could have persisted just a little longer, he might have been able to become the final winner, instead of having his flesh and blood crushed to pieces by the main soul, falling like a useless person from the sky.
The iron boots fell to the ground.
The thick blood was mixed with something unknown.
But they all turned into dust under their boots.
Tu Shanjun walked slowly with Sky Strike in hand.
Gusu Cuiguang, lying in a pool of blood, looked at the approaching bloody figure with her peripheral vision.
"The future life is terrible!"
An old voice came from the end of the void
That voice sounds too old.
It was like a dying old man talking to himself, but it was extremely clear, attracting everyone's attention, as if what he said was a golden rule and a thunderous sound.