Tens of millions of soldiers and one hundred thousand generals.
The saint appears and the Dharma King is intimidated.
Ascending to the ninth heaven, descending to the ninth abyss.
The troops are flying in the clouds with murderous intent.
The biting and cold breath completely changed the world. During the clang and vibration, each ghost general's iron mask was cold, and the leading formation stepped into the air and soaked the boundless blue sky.
Such a strange scene left all the saints speechless.
It was as if they had never lived in the underworld at all, but in the glorious world of the sun.
Thousands of rampant soldiers are like clouds, and the sky is filled with ghost generals.
The ghost kings of the ten directions each performed tricks and ascended to their respective royal courts.
On the high platform of the big seat.
With a beaded crown on his head and a king's robe, Tushanjun has ten small flags behind him, standing like thousands of troops, swords and halberds. His tall and tall body is like a ghost king against the background of the king's robe.
He controls the sun, moon, heaven and earth, controls the world, opens his mansion and seals the king in the cloudy sky.
Standing with the divine weapon in his hand, he shocked the world.
He asked in a long voice: "Do you know my formation?"
Thousands of Taoist arts and magical powers, even if used by Tu Shanjun himself, can only bring out part of the combat power of the Soul Banner. Only the Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions can fully and fully exert all the power of the Soul Banner.
This is the most powerful way to honor the Soul Banner!
Otherwise Tushanjun would not have told him that he would give him ten saints to lively refine the Great Sage and the Holy King.
If there are ten of them who can truly become the mainstay of the formation and threaten to kill the Ghost King, as long as the banner master can hold on, they may be able to truly become the Lords of the Great Dao.
This is the terrifying part of the Zunhun Banner, which can bring out the most extreme power of the Yin Gods.
The Great Sage Nightmare hurriedly warned: "King of heaven, be careful, this is the killing formation of the ghost kings of the ten directions!"
"Is there any next step?"
Luo Tianya and the Female Saint King exclaimed. They thought they would force Tushanjun to the extreme exhaustion, but they didn't expect that the one they fought in the end was just a Sanqing Blood God. Even if they won, it wouldn't be a big deal, let alone that they would lose.
, a complete defeat.
In their opinion, Tu Shanjun, who appeared in person, would definitely use the secret technique of ascending to immortality and the true form of the Dharma, but instead of using it, he used a grand formation that they had never seen before.
That's not a formation at all.
Rather, it is like the Yintian Ghost King who is personally conquering the world and leading his Yin soldiers to sweep across the world and fight to the edge of the universe.
It is unclear whether Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the hill, regretted his actions.
His eyes were also filled with wonder.
Unexpectedly, Tu Shanjun’s bold words were not bragging.
In front of the manifestation formation of ghost saints from all directions, thousands of ghost gods turned into soldiers all over the sky, just like the ancient heaven returning to the world.
The beaded curtain on the high platform shrine is like mist, making Tushanjun more and more hazy. He really looks like an emperor coming from the distant depths of the netherworld, leading his troops to this world.
Luo Tianfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, not regretting it.
He knew he didn't trust Tu Shanjun.
He would not trust a weapon with its own thoughts, not only because the two of them had never lived and died together, but also because of his vigilance as the leader of a great religion, which made him naturally like this.
In the end, what he was thinking about was not that he regretted that he had not accumulated strength for the Soul Banner in advance, but that he had tried his best to help Tu Shanjun with the help of the saint from the north.
The formation rose in ten directions, and all ten directions were destroyed.
The old king's clothes hang down like iron curls, and his hair is swaying on his shoulders in the cold wind. He is very old, and only his eyes have a youthfulness that does not belong to his age.
Hearing the reputation of the ten directions, he did not take a step back, but continued to step forward.
Take out a long mace from the void.
Divine weapon, ninth level!
There are nine heavens in the mace, ancient creatures from the nine realms are carved on it, the four holy spirits are lifelike, and the ancient people of the wilderness are running around the map bursting out with infinite power, as if it suddenly pulls people into that era.
In that vast but majestic world, the old king holding the golden mace is like a war king who stepped out of ancient times.
The old king of heaven rests his palm on a golden mace, and is drawing the real dragon and the holy spirit.
The True Dragon Festival.
Swish.
Emperors of ancient and modern times regard themselves as true dragons, and even mortal emperors call themselves true dragons and emperors.
The Golden Mace of Assimilation of the True Dragon Holy Spirit.
Beat the ignorant and ignorant king at the top, and the treacherous and sycophantic ministers at the bottom.
The dragon festival turns and the glory is in full bloom.
The true dragon seems to have finally been liberated at this moment. An illusory and almost real dragon shadow looks up to the sky and roars, shaking the ancient and modern times, trying to tear apart the dark gods that fill the sky.
"The power of divine weapons."
Luo Tianfeng looked solemn.
Although they have mastered the magic weapons, they cannot exert their power.
The divine weapons are spiritual and have supreme magical powers. To fully utilize them, one must be a strong Tao Lord. Unexpectedly, the old Heavenly King is almost ready to unleash the power of the ninth level.
The old king strode forward like a god of war.
The phantom of the real dragon is entrenched and roaring, cutting off the original Yin Qi.
It was as if he had an endless belly while swallowing, and no matter what kind of aura or inspiration he had, he was quickly refined by the true dragon's shadow.
"The dragon spirit can defeat the emperor."
"No matter whether you are a ghost emperor or a human king, you will be defeated by the dragon spirit."
The dragon spirit driven by military tactics is like a real ancient dragon tearing apart time and coming back from the long river. Any king in front of the real dragon will be defeated. This is the restraint of fate, the complete crushing of the lower ones by the higher ones.
Tushanjun sneered, Tianyuan's demonic eyes were indifferent.
Whether he is the True Dragon Emperor or the Son of Heaven, he doesn't care, and he doesn't pride himself on it at all.
He doesn't need God's recognition, nor does he need some bullshit real dragon's recognition.
His power comes from the ghosts and gods in the sky.
It was the ghosts who gave him strength.
The small banner of Tushanjun's servant on the high platform of the shrine.
A formation diagram of small flags flying into the end of the sky.
The sky is full of ghosts and gods twisting and killing at the same time.
"The wind is coming!"
Tu Shanjun holds a soldier in one hand and a large flag in the other, calling for wind and rain on the high platform of the shrine.
for a while,
The wind is blowing and the fog is coming.
Black clouds accumulate in the sky, and thunder and lightning accumulate in the vast sky.
Five small flags were pulled in succession, the hoarse thunder sound was like the command of ghosts and gods, and the flag formation pattern exploded with dazzling divine light, and then merged into the vast world, becoming a substantial and connected picture record.
"Enter my formation, cut off the brilliance, destroy the spirituality, weaken the vitality, exhaust the sea of Dharma, and suffer the three disasters of death and life!"
The evolution of the Immortal Picture and Ghost Formation.
The soldiers were silenced and killed.
All the ghosts and gods in heaven made seals.
The old king who walked over seemed to have aged a thousand years all of a sudden. The wrinkles on his face were even deeper. His long, disheveled hair was pale and withered. He had lost the suppleness and divine light he once had. His crystal-clear body was stained with sweat, as if he had suddenly become invincible.
The ancient sage king turned into an old man, walking tremblingly.
The old king looked at his decaying body.
Turn the Golden Mace into the Phoenix Spirit and the Turtle Spirit.
The double-spirited bodyguard was able to stop the decline.
He couldn't help but sigh: "What a powerful killing array!"
If he hadn't used his military skills to activate the divine soldiers and freeze his body with half a step beyond the current, the terror would have turned into a handful of loess in the immortal diagram evolved by thousands of ghosts and gods. By then, even if he had the Taoist power,
Without a physical body, it is just one of the souls of the soul flag.
It truly is a peerless killing array.
All creatures entering the battle must be killed!
"wind!"
"fire!"
"thunder!"
Tu Shanjun did not hesitate to draw three more small flags.
Each of the three banners fell into the hands of the three Void Refining Ghost Saints. When they were pulled apart, ancient characters were drawn on the blue-black banners, like scriptures engraved in the Great Dao Seal, exuding the terrifying power of 'disaster'.
A single breath can plunge the world into endless natural disasters.
The evil wind wants to cut open the body of the old heavenly king, and the fire of karma burns from Dantian all the way to Zifu, as if it wants to destroy it from the inside out.
Yin Lei is thick and sticky, as if it is extremely yin and evil yet extremely yang and strong.
With one blow, the void was shaken down, annihilating the vitality of the ancient space.
The old king roars:
"As long as one breath remains, hope will never die."
"The Ancestral Witch's Immortal Technique!"
The old king looks gaunt and thin, but in fact he has a strong body under his cassock and robe.
However, under the Ancestral Witch's Immortal Technique, the energy and blood in his body seemed to dry up all of a sudden, and the entire Immortal Shura Taoist body turned into extremely thin withered bones, as if there was no trace of flesh and blood left.
Tu Shanjun did not dare to be careless.
That skinny body was even more terrifying than before, and the power it contained was like a little bit of essence tempered by countless stars, and then piled up into a human shape.
That is not a human being, not a monk. The purest power is enough to destroy heaven and earth and suppress everything.
Buzz.
The rhyme of the Tao fluctuates and trembles.
Tushanjun seemed to see a strange flower blooming on the head of the old king.
"Daohua!"
Luo Tianfeng was shocked and lost his voice.
"It's Daohua!"
"Three flowers gather at the top of the head, and five qi rise toward the vitality. Only then do we have the foundation to become an immortal."
"The King of Heaven has indeed reached this point."
All the saints were overjoyed.
They more or less guessed.
No one has ever seen the Daohua of the old king, and they didn’t expect to see it today.
Luo Manping's mood was ups and downs. The experiences of the past few days could even become a colorful scene in his magnificent life. He closed his hands as if praying: "No, the old king has not yet reached his goal. His flowers are illusory and unreal.
Not real."
Tushanjun also saw it.
He had seen the power of True Lord Youdao back then.
However, he dared to explode even the Dao Lord. A mere half-step master, the illusory Daohua, was at best an unparalleled powerhouse among the holy kings, so what did he have to fear?
So, I led the small flag again.
It is necessary to fully unleash the full power of the Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Formation.
"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream."
"ban!"
The old voice resounded.
Forbidden word formula inspires.
Another great magical power!
Tu Shanjun suddenly found that he seemed unable to pull out the small flag behind his back.
Xiaoban is just a ritual of the Immortal Formation similar to the Ninjue spellcasting. Xiaoban is not needed to exert the power of the Killing Formation. However, the Killing Formation now forcibly restrains the explosion of power.
The old king said in a deep voice: "The powerful forbidden technique of the ancient emperor can only block you for three breaths. Your killing formation is really terrifying, but this is enough!"
"The great world is coming."
"Dharma image!"
"God-Destroying Shura!"
The divine body of ten thousand feet descends with the great world.
The four Holy Spirits are hovering in all directions.
Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, Xuanwu!
The golden mace turned into three thousand feet and was held in the hands of God War Shura. The illusory Dao flowers hung above the head of God War Shura. It seemed that the sky had been replaced by a field, leaving only the purest purple Dao flowers.
Illusory Taoist flowers fly like waterfalls from the sky, pouring into the Shura divine body, turning it into an immortal purple Shura God of War.
Tushanjun was not panicked.
It should be said that he is worthy of being the ancient sage king who once stood in the same era as Dao Lord. The secret technique he displayed is indeed extremely powerful.
Even thousands of yin gods and ghost saints from all directions stopped for three breaths.
Then Daojun will only become more terrifying.
It's a pity that the old king only touched that realm and was not the true Taoist king.
Moreover, Tushanjun is not an ordinary holy king.
He also wanted to see whether Shura, the god of war made of illusory Tao flowers, was more powerful, or whether the godless king, who was the convergence of thousands of ghosts and gods, was more terrifying.