The ancestral spirits are destroyed, and the four spirits subdue the world.
The world seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The turbulent black and red mist is frozen in ice.
The gods and ghost emperors who stand for nine days are powerful in the world and control the world. All sentient beings should worship like pilgrims, and the Immortal Picture Killing Formation that should be operating is also silent at this moment.
The iron-booted figure standing on the mysterious water stared into the distance, as if he didn't even notice the monk approaching.
The old king is coming step by step.
Step into the realm of Taiyin.
Crossing the killing array and crossing the barrier, the Ghost Emperor stared.
It's like coming to Tushanjun in a deserted place.
"A divine weapon."
"You shouldn't be here."
The old king said in a low voice.
If it were an ordinary fight, he would be willing to retreat and take his time to figure it out.
But it is a matter of the road and life and death.
Even if he is such a magic weapon, he will not hold back, not to mention, if he does, he will be killed by the magic weapon.
It's a pity that a mysterious weapon that has never been seen in ancient times will fall into his hands.
In his eyes, there was no joy of killing Tianjiao Daozi, and there was no laughter of imminent victory. There seemed to be only sighs and unspeakable determination.
He may not be a pure monk, but his desire for the Dao is pure, and he is willing to sacrifice everything for it.
On the road, everyone expects the burial of bones.
Perhaps one day, he will become a pile of withered bones on the road, his immortal body weathered, and his magical weapons broken and powerless.
But he has no regrets.
Rather, when he set foot on this road, the word regret was already forgotten by him.
"We are monks."
"Only move forward!"
He raised the magic weapon in his hand and headed straight for the head of the red-haired ghost saint.
Bang!
The expected skull crushing like a melon did not appear.
I don’t know when, Tu Shanjun raised his divine weapon to block the blow that could kill him. However, even with the divine weapon in hand, this blow still shattered his entire arm and most of his body, causing the demonic blood to flow freely.
Yu Xuanshui.
"impossible!"
The old king was suddenly shocked.
He used great magic power and illusory Taoist flowers to activate the divine soldiers and four spirits to suppress the world.
He locked the space with the Forbidden Word Technique, just to get a chance to hit him. Once he failed, the Forbidden Word Technique would backfire, causing the internal and external locks to collapse, and his demise would only be a matter of a thought.
To put it bluntly, this was a desperate blow.
How could he be resisted by Tu Shanjun?
"There is no difference between Taoism and Dharma, but there is no difference in life. If you give me a desperate blow, I will take it with my life!"
Tu Shanjun looked at half of his broken body and half of his face that had been chopped off with a gold mace.
Broken fangs spat out: "Yuan Shengsheng Demon, the art of enduring death!"
"So that I am not yet dead."
The old king blurted out in shock: "Even if you have ancient magic, you can't resist it under the forbidden magic."
Tu Shanjun said: "That happened a long time ago."
After all, the old king didn't know the magic in Tu Shanjun's hands. He had a Taoist technique that could be used under the forbidden technique. The Taoist technique was originally a seedling, but after thousands of years of understanding and improvement, it has become different from what it used to be.
The Ghost Emperor of the Imperial Immortal Picture Killing Formation stretched out his palm.
The blue-black ghost hand clenched in the air.
Boom.
A towering shrine rises from the ground.
Clang clang clang!
Another shrine was built inside the shrine, and seven layers of it were inlaid together to form a divine door, which stood in the sky above the old king.
When the Ghost Emperor performs a duel, thousands of Yin gods in the killing array perform a duel together.
The killing mist weakened the dense purple energy covering the old king's body like a sword from the sky.
That is the method of pouring illusory Tao flowers.
The old king steps forward.
Passed by Tushanjun.
After the purple energy on his body was exhausted, the strong flesh and blood covered with forbidden lines began to dry up, and he quickly returned to his original skinny appearance.
Even a head of purple hair had faded away, leaving only a pale gray hair, haggard and scattered on the old man's shoulders. The old king still continued to move forward without paying attention.
Bada.
The heavy feet landed on Xuanshui.
The water that was only ankle-deep was splashing and breaking into waves.
The old king looked down. It turned out that it was not the current that was stirring, but that his legs and feet were too heavy. Most of his flesh and blood had been eroded into stone by the faint evil spirit, and a layer of gray death appeared.
Petrification is slow but cannot be stopped.
The old king dragged his heavy body forward step by step.
Even though he felt like he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, gradually dragging the world of death with him, he still never stopped. He walked forward, towards his goal.
Far away.
valley.
Green-gold light washed the sky and reflected the earth.
He walks.
Until the body was completely unable to walk.
A purple light flashed.
The figure of the old king walked out of the stone statue.
That is a divine soul.
It brings together the spirits of Yin God, Yang God and Dharma.
When the soul appeared, everyone saw threads emerging from the old king's body. This thread had existed for a long time, but it finally appeared at this moment.
"No, King of Heaven!"
Luo Tianya looked up to the sky and shouted: "We can still fight to the death!"
They did not expect that the old king would be defeated.
The body of the illusory Taoist flower was cast, holding the ninth level of the divine weapon.
No one should have defeated the old king, but the weapon spirit won in the end, risking his life to win.
Everyone knows that after that moment, the Old Heavenly King was completely defeated, but defeat does not mean death. The Old Heavenly King can still continue to take action. However, once the soul leaves the body, there is no chance at all.
The Zunhun Banner's restraint on the divine soul is really powerful.
The old king paused and looked sideways at Luo Tianfeng.
Said: "After I die, they will be your helpers. After all, great teachers still need experts to take charge. I am not discussing with you, but I am telling you clearly that before the next generation grows up, they will be very good helpers."
."
The old king could see that the secret skills of the weapon spirit could not last long, and the person who controlled the mysterious weapons from then on was Luo Tianfeng.
This was the last thing he could do.
As for the future fate of everyone, he, a dying man, cannot control it.
So he said no more and continued to move forward with his soul.
A few moments.
Go under the magic medicine plant.
It was a three-foot-long divine tree, shaped like a tree but more like a fruit tree. Its branches were spread out, but its leaves were fading, as if they were about to wither in late autumn.
It's just that this is a magic medicine after all. Even in its current appearance, it still contains the aftermath of the great road, and the light spreads far and wide.
Among the sacred plants, there is a green peach.
Emerald green like gold and jade.
Delicate imitation rouge.
Inhaling the fragrance is refreshing and refreshing, as if even the realm has fluctuated, and thousands of pores are dilating, as if it is not the fragrance of green fruits at all but the misty fairy energy. Just one bite can make mortals become true immortals, wantonly
Traveling through the vast universe.
“It’s so beautiful!”
The old king standing under the tree stretched out his hand, but he could never reach it.
In fact, he didn't know whether he could break through the half-step realm and become a Taoist master after taking the magic medicine.
The unripe flat peach is still a green fruit, and its medicinal effect may be even weaker.
If he hadn't fought to the death today, he might have lived another thousand years.
Whether to linger and enjoy the last thousand years or to give it a desperate try, he had already made his choice.
He did not blame Tushanjun.
This is his disaster.
It was the fate he should have experienced.
Without the divine weapon spirit, there would be other people blocking the way.
Maybe the other party is even more terrifying.
At least losing in the hands of the weapon spirit is not unfair.
Treasures from heaven and earth can be obtained by those who are virtuous. Virtue is not easily manifested, but strength is easily demonstrated.
The old king took a deep look at the peach tree, and finally sighed unwillingly. The silk threads on his body had been stretched straight into chains. Behind the rising shrine was an unknown place, and he didn't know where it led.
laugh.
The old king stood still.
Let the chains on his body buzz.
He looked at Tushanjun who was also walking towards him.
Said: "I originally thought I was going to be put in a coffin and no one would tell me."
"It doesn't matter that after my death, there will be floods, but..."
The old king did not say any more, but instead changed the topic and said: "I am willing to use two ancient magical powers to exchange the lives of six of them!"
The eyes of the green-faced and fanged Tushanjun moved slightly.
If the soul of the old heavenly king is filled into the flag, he can also use the soul to obtain ancient magic.
But he couldn't comprehend it immediately.
Because the old king lived too long.
Absorbing the other person's insights completely may overwhelm the sea of consciousness.
The souls of the Six Saints are very powerful, but they are not of much use in improving Tu Shanjun's cultivation. They will become evil energy to help the soul flag himself to advance to the level of a divine weapon.
Tu Shanjun doesn't know how much evil energy is needed to transform the holy soldier. These six people may be a drop in the bucket.
The only important thing is to replace the Ghost Saint Killing Formation and bring the Ghost King Killing Formation of Ten Directions to a higher level.
Although the killing array is powerful, Tu Shanjun wants that great magical weapon technique even more.
That is definitely a very useful thing and will be very beneficial to the future growth of Zunhun Banner.
If there was a real risk of overwhelming the sea of consciousness, he would give it a try.
Of course, it is better to get stability.
After thinking about it, Tu Shanjun nodded slightly: "Okay!"
"happy."
The old king laughed: "These two ancient emperor's great arts, the Forbidden Word Art is incomplete, but the Military Art is very complete, which will be of great benefit to you."
"You may want to use the soul-searching technique to take it from my sea of consciousness. To tell you the truth, if I don't take the initiative to give it to you, you won't be able to take this ancient emperor's great technique from me."
Tu Shanjun was stunned and asked: "What do you mean?"
"I don't know the ancient military art either. I used a treasure to perform it!"
"Ninth Level Divine Weapon?"
"No."
The old king reached towards his body, and a small black cauldron appeared, spinning in his palm.
"tripod?"
"You see it as a cauldron, but actually it is a ball of military energy."
"Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp. The moment I completely lose my vitality, this military energy will also be extinguished in my Dharma Realm like a blown out lamp. From now on, the ancient emperor's military tactics will be completely lost!
"
Tu Shanjun's pupils immediately shrank.
He didn't expect that the old king used a group of soldiers to perform the magic spell.
At the same time, it also reflects the horror of this ancient trick.
Even these holy kings cannot understand it and use it for their own use.
"The Forbidden Word Jue is carved on the ancient wood, you can understand it."
The old king took out a simple half wooden sign from the Great Realm.
Those eyes that once looked extremely young are full of vicissitudes of life, like the aging starry sky leaving a lingering aftertaste: "I hope you can keep your promise."
In fact, the King of Heaven does not care whether Tushanjun will break his promise.
He just didn't want the military art to disappear into the long river of history with him.
The ancient emperor's Taoism should continue to bloom brilliantly.
He shouldn't be buried with a loser like him!
The shrine door slammed shut.
Tushanjun, who held the military energy in his hands, opened his bloody mouth and sent the military energy into his own realm of death, and hid the ancient wood in the sea of consciousness.
Without any hesitation, he transformed into the demon body that endured death.
With the help of the evil spirit generated by the old heavenly king entering the flag, and the evil spirit produced by the annihilation of the demon body, the Tao body is recast.
Just like printing.
The black and red evil spirits are steaming endlessly.
The body recovered quickly.
A tall figure wearing a robe stepped out of the mist.
Standing under the green peach tree, I looked at the green fruit.
