The divine weapon of reincarnation is safe and sound in your hands.
Boom!
Drums sound.
‘Cui Jianlu’’s standing body underwent earth-shaking changes, and instantly turned into the appearance of a green-faced and fanged evil spirit.
The top corner pierces the sky, and the red hair dances wildly.
The fangs poured out, Husky returned, his black and red eyes glanced over, and he said lightly: "It was not very fair just now."
"I suffer a loss because I don't have any magic weapons in my hands.
"It's almost done now!"
All the monks were horrified and frightened.
They all thought that the winner must be Cui Jianlu.
Because Cui Jianlu is very famous.
Being famous in the spiritual world means being powerful.
He has the inheritance of the Ancient Immortal Tower, an endless foundation, and a time body that can survive in death.
If this battle were a one-on-one battle, there might still be suspense.
They have seen the terror of weapon spirits, magical powers, secrets, and unknown Tao bodies that are enough to overwhelm the great sect saint masters.
But the spirit battle is different. After all, the sea of consciousness is Cui Jianlu’s home field.
No one thinks that Cui Jianlu, who has ancient treasures and heritage, will lose!
It is impossible for the time body to be crushed and killed by the soul.
However, the person who walked out of the sea of consciousness was not the person they expected.
Wang Yuwei of Dongxuantian was not happy at all about Tushanjun's victory.
He even felt that his sigh just now was an act only a fool should do.
All the strange scenes happening in front of me were enough to clear away any emotions in my heart, leaving only a faint fear from my heart.
He turned around and tore apart the barriers and fled into the void, no longer willing to fight.
Fairy Lian was originally angry that her arm was burned by the weapon spirit. At this moment, her jade feet staggered and she took two steps back. She gritted her silver teeth and did not dare to step forward.
She doesn't expect to seek justice now, so it would be nice to have less of a presence.
A moment.
Only three people remained.
Tang Anhuang, who was holding the bronze tripod in his hand, took a step forward: "Fellow Taoist, stop it!"
Tu Shanjun glanced at the other party, and the anger in his chest was further ignited.
If you want to break up the fight, do it from the beginning.
Trying to persuade him to stop now is essentially just siding with the other side. If Tang Anhuang didn't end up, he would still give the other side a bit of mercy.
Now there is only death and life to speak of.
Xuannan held up the ancient clock and clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, fellow Taoist, there is no end to the sea of suffering. When we turn around, we will find another place! Don't make the same mistake again and again."
There was no wavering in the eyes of Ghost King Tushanjun.
There was a hint of sarcasm in that cold, emotionless face.
When the three magic soldiers killed him just now, they never heard anything was wrong.
The tripod smashed his immortal body.
The bell covers his three dharma bodies.
The sword tore open most of the Demon Lord's head and made a smooth cut along the lower jaw.
It hurts so much.
It hurts me to death!
Who can feel this kind of pain?!
A strange color flashed in Liu Yanghe's eyes. He watched the movement of thoughts to sweep away the doubts and faint fear in his heart. He pointed the magic sword at the Ghost King and said loudly: "Two fellow Taoists, why bother talking nonsense with him when you can kill him once?"
, there will be a second time!”
"Cui saw that Lu Tuo did not come here in his own right, so he deserved to be transformed and thrown here.
"It's really hard on us."
…
"You deserve to die!"
Fury breaks out from the ends of the sky.
The Ghost King squinted his eyes.
I was seeing a terrifying dragon-shaped wheel holding up the sky, like a halo of the universe, approaching quickly like the glow of bursting stars.
The power of the dragon wheel is extremely powerful.
Even Tushanjun, who is holding the divine weapon Samsara Drum, can only feel the danger.
It is a warning that comes from the deepest part of the soul.
The ghost king was furious.
So what if Taojun takes action?
Roaring to the sky.
Punch boldly.
Swallow the soul and refine the soul to ask the true immortal!
"kill!"
There was no accident, the dragon-shaped giant wheel crushed everything.
Why is the immortal Taoist body still the Supreme Fist Intention, or the arrival of the illusory Taoist Way? Under that wheel, they are like clay Bodhisattvas, turning into dust easily.
The ghost king, Tushanjun, watched helplessly as the body disintegrated and was destroyed step by step.
"This is... Daojun..."
The Ghost King's last thoughts were completely terminated.
Boom!
Even the void was razed to the ground.
Yuan Tong's move completely angered Wei Lige.
"You dare!"
The Lord of the Avenue, with three flowers gathered at the top, seems to have a taboo resurrected.
The entire void above was classified as a forbidden area, completely cutting off Yin and Yang.
Wei Li Ge used his full strength to shake open the heaven and earth, reopening the world for chaos, and in the blink of an eye, he created an icy, boundless starry sky hanging over the barrier.
It seems that they are only in the sky above the forbidden land, but in fact it seems to be countless years apart, similar but not overlapping, as if things happened in two time and space.
The Daojun battle is triggered.
Those old monsters who were hiding quietly appeared one by one.
Focusing your eyes means gathering.
What they were looking at was a temple.
Shou He, who was sitting cross-legged in the temple and looking at the fairyland, suddenly opened his eyes.
Just at that moment, he felt his energy and blood being cut off.
Realizing that Tu Shanjun was in trouble, he got up in a hurry, grabbed the soul flag, and passed the qi and blood like a galactic river to the soul flag, calling: "Old Immortal!"
Bada.
A scarlet ghost eye opened from the main pole of the soul flag.
Shape said: "Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire formation was already covered with frost.
Click.
The formations that Tu Shanjun had carefully laid out in his early years were like rotten tiles crumbling under the frost and snow.
Shou He pulled up the Soul Reverence Flag, and the divine fetus and body reached unity at this moment. The form and spirit were stimulated, and the flesh and blood body was instantly filled with gold and became a divine body.
Shou He, who possesses a divine body, holds the soul flag with his left hand to stabilize the collapsed formation, and controls the heaven and earth with his right hand. At this moment, the beings underground in the forbidden land of God also used Shou He as an anchor to launch a annihilating blow.
"kill!"
One blow.
Heaven is stable.
With this blow, Tu Shanjun, whose body was condensed with evil energy, walked out of the Soul Flag.
"quick!"
Tianjun's voice came.
Tianjun did not break his promise after all.
He did take action.
To be able to take action in such a state, he really did his best.
Shou He was also very good. He stayed calm in the face of danger and handled the situation properly, giving Tu Shanjun a chance to recover.
What he will do next...
Tushanjun tapped his forehead, and a pure white blood jade gourd flew out.
Using his hands as a knife, he tore open the branches below the peach.
With a soft sound, the magical medicine was about to escape into the void like a wild horse, but how could Tushanjun give it a chance to fly away and activate the gourd to absorb it.
Snap.
seal.
Hidden in the heaven and earth within the body.
Without the flat peaches, the peach tree still shines brightly, but it is a pity that it can no longer grow another peach.
Maybe it's because it's too old, or maybe it's not the root, so it doesn't have the chance to be resurrected, just like it has no chill in the late autumn, and the falling peach leaves are dry and warm.
Boom.
A Baizhang shrine rises from the ground.
The chains take root.
Uproot the old trees from the ground.
Without the peach, the sacred tree returned to its original shape.
With this movement, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, Nuodaxi Mountain was scattered and flat, until the huge sacred tree disappeared, and the last remaining suppression of the monks in the sacred forbidden land disappeared without a trace.
The Dao Lords who were forced back by the shocking blow slowly stepped forward.
There were four people in total.
One is that the whole body is so cold that even time and space seem to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
Wrapped in the aura, he did not show his body, but looked at the sky, then at the far-reaching ground, and then said: "Hand over the flat peach magic medicine, you will live, otherwise you will die."
The Great Demon Lord from the Demonic Abyss sneered with his long hair-like horns: "Even if fellow Taoist asks him to hand it over, he won't."
"Not only do I have no intention of handing over, I also want to survive the disaster.
"The weapon spirit overcomes the tribulation?
"interesting!"
The Great Demon Lord did not make any move.
Ever since the last trace of Qi in the Forbidden Land of Gods was shattered, the ancient thunder tribulation has been gathering rapidly, and now anyone who takes action will be targeted by the thunder tribulation.
They are inherently short-lived and possess the five debilitating qualities of gods and humans. They are more likely to attract the attention of God. If they are not careful, they will become people who resist disaster.
"This treasure is very interesting."
Another monk wearing a robe that also covered his appearance spoke.
Then he smiled and said: "We are all in the tribulation. If he is determined to give up Pantao, he still has a chance to survive the thunder tribulation."
"If you don't let go, the thunder tribulation will be followed by endless killing tribulations!"
The threats from the Lord of the Great Dao make people shudder.
Tushanjun seemed to remember the scene where he was easily killed just now, and looked up at the sky.
He felt a fluctuation, a fluctuation in the sky above the forbidden land.
It should be that the Taoist Lord of the Dao Sect and the Taoist Lord of the Ancient Immortal Tower who are stationed here are at war, otherwise these rotten old men would not be allowed to approach this place easily.
'What peer competition?'
Tu Shanjun sneered.
When they are in control, they will be kind and gentle. When they are not in control, each one will strike harder and harder than the other, without even hesitation.
Tu Shanjun admired this decisiveness.
He should have understood earlier that this was normal, and powerful monks had their own right to interpret all principles.
The immortal eyes glanced at the four Tao Lords who were approaching but did not take action again.
Tu Shanjun knew clearly that they were waiting for the opportunity.
Now, whoever strikes first will be targeted by the thunder tribulation, and will also become a target for other fellow Taoists. Of course, they must be on guard against Heavenly Lord's strikes.
Therefore, we have to wait, whether it is a flaw during the thunder tribulation or after the thunder tribulation.
Tu Shanjun showed no fear and slowly withdrew his gaze.
As I breathed, I felt the horror gathering above me.
Millions of miles of purple clouds are gathering.
It was as if he was suddenly dragged into a glorious divine realm.
God's inspiration has been firmly locked on him.
call.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Tu Shanjun looked at the soul flag.
'The three paths have been perfected, and the souls of two great saints have been added, and Cui Jianlu's reincarnation soul has been taken away.'
'With the large array of ten saint souls and tens of millions of Yin gods in the banner, with the magic medicine peach tree as the main pole, and the boundless supply of evil energy, I have enough foundation to forge a magic weapon in the forbidden land of gods!'
"You have to be careful."
"In a thunderstorm, it is inconvenient for me to protect you."
The message from Yan Tianjun came.
"It doesn't matter."
Tushanjun vomited slightly.
He looked back at Shou He who was holding a banner.
How can the longevity of the physical spirit activate the divine body, like a golden-armored war god.
The aura of spiritual intelligence continues to rise, as if he has broken through the true and false mysteries and stepped into the realm of the great sage. Along with it comes a pair of golden eyes and an extremely determined gaze.
His life span is the shortest in cultivation, but he is the strongest in history.
Maybe it's because I've finally found peace.
Tu Shanjun missed the mark with one step.
A ladder to the sky appeared in front of him.
Take a step forward.
Dharma robes and imperial uniforms.
The hair crown becomes the imperial crown.
One more step.
Hand over.
Pay homage.
The killing formation points suddenly formed.
The ghost king who ascended to heaven said in a deep voice: "After this calamity is broken, I will become enlightened!"