Chapter 1147 War Immortal [Added update for ‘Shen Nong’s trumpet that tasted hundreds of herbs’]
The heroes were shocked!
The arrogant Tushanjun died unexpectedly.
Just now the hammer shattered the scorching heat of the abyss, still lingering beside him.
The bridge connecting Moyuan and Donghuang was broken by him.
Many great powers worked together to block the magical power, so that the Honored Soul Banner did not burn the flames of war in the vast territory of the Eastern Wasteland.
However, in the blink of an eye, such a terrifying monk was beheaded.
The red-haired head rolled down.
The immortal body still maintains the movement about to take action.
"Master!" Wu Rong's eyes widened in anger, and the 'wind' flag in front of the case was like a small dragon flying into the sky.
"Junior brother!" The five elders could not hide their shock, but they were more worried about Tu Shanjun's life.
"Brother!"
Many elders of the Immortal Sect stood stunned on the spot.
"..."
"Ancestor!"
"God!"
The silence was broken at the moment when the voices gathered together.
The momentum of the underworld army was greatly reduced, and the expression of the great saints of the hundreds of tribes changed drastically. They really did not expect such a situation.
The appearance of the Chi Emperor Sword completely turned the tide of the war.
The underworld army that was supposed to engulf Tianyuan had to retreat into the Dutian Ghost King's killing formation.
Moreover, the ghost array is no longer safe now. Once the old Taoist king is completely dead, they will become insignificant dust to Yan Fu who holds the ancestral weapons.
The arm of Ghost God Tushanjun slowly dropped down.
Bah!
A mysterious black demonic hand grasped the magic weapon,
The trinity of demons emerged from the shadows to replace the ghosts and gods.
Black and red silk threads appeared to reconnect the fallen head.
"The power of the ancestors!"
The underworld army roared and roared, venting their fear just now.
The Seal of the Ghost King emerged, Wu Rong integrated it into the heaven and earth, and ordered the army to say: "Kill."
"Kill Shen Moyuan."
"Kill until the evil spirit is sufficient!"
He has completely seen that the teacher with the Three Purities Technique is no longer the opponent of Yan Fu, and must be supplemented by endless evil energy.
At the same time, he also needs land to further his path.
For the current plan, the only way is to kill Shen Moyuan and seize the endless evil energy, thus making the teacher Tushanjun completely immortal.
"kill!"
The underworld army came out in full force.
In this battle, one must fight to the death and create immeasurable evil energy.
Tushanjun, the Three Pure Ones, roared:
"Ghost King"
"Reincarnation!"
The ghost king of Dutian led the Yin soldiers and ghosts like a sea of clouds and a tide of armor to come through the air. Countless lights and shadows were like immortal light and mysterious breath, converging on the body of Sanqing Tushanjun.
The two illusory figures in the trinity are completely solidified. As the ghosts, gods and immortals merge into the Tao body, the green iron face in the center regains dominance.
The starry sky trembles.
The world is shaking.
Buzz!
The universe seemed unable to carry his body.
Shattered and collapsed into nothingness.
The traces of the avenue are like spider webs cracking the domain barrier.
One after another, there are deep and strange mysterious auras.
Hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers, tens of millions of ghost generals, and the souls of eleven Taoist monarchs gathered in the body.
life and death,
yin and yang,
reincarnation.
The fire will burn forever.
spirits,
demon lord,
Banish the king.
The Three Purities merge into one to transform into a war immortal.
Awesome!
Carry ten flags on your back.
The scarlet red hair is flying like a waterfall, the yin and yang millstone is hanging behind him, and the hammer in his hand is burning the fire of karma in the three extreme realms, like the intertwining of blood vessels and flesh and blood, shining with the divine light of ancient times.
His eyes were as cold as lightning.
The aura of the avenue around the undead body is as mysterious as fairy light, crushing the sky and the earth, and suppressing the boundless vastness.
call!
Ember tail flames exhaled from the gaps between the fangs.
Tu Shanjun felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
This is his ultimate magical power.
The combination of the Three Pure Ones and the Demon King is the complete and most real combat power.
Like a resurrected ancient warrior immortal.
Unlock the great scroll of life and death, covering the world.
"Soldiers!"
laugh!
Brilliant fighting skills.
The old ape in cassocks in the sea of consciousness suddenly jumped up and completely merged into Tu Shanjun's body.
The blood of the immortal eye turned into red gold pupils.
After two thousand years of quenching, the demon apes have reached the sky!
"What kind of magical power is this?"
"His energy has reached its peak, right?"
"More than that, he probably already possesses great supernatural powers, but he just hasn't reached the level yet."
"Is it really a technique?"
"Why do I feel that this is the power he should have unleashed?"
"..."
"Isn't it really the destiny of the heir to the military art and the holder of the imperial sword?" Gu Huojin was amazed.
For a moment just now, he felt that he had asked for help at the wrong time, and the outcome had already been decided, but now it seemed that the real battle had just begun.
The heroes looked shocked.
Silence fell.
This is clearly a struggle for supremacy among the emperors.
Whether it was Yan Fu who shattered the divine weapon or the spirit of the divine weapon devoured Yan Fu, they could all see that there would definitely be a winner or lose between the two of them, and perhaps the 'Infinite Lord, Buddha, Sanxian, Ancient Emperor, Ancient Emperor' would be born.
Emperor...', but he is definitely a person with great supernatural powers.
As witnesses, they are enough to go down in history, but they feel sad for no reason.
Many Taoist heroes in ancient and modern times fell at the last step.
There were already two people walking in front of them, but they could only be spectators.
Wow, what a shame.
God's will is so high that it is impossible to ask. Where is the path to the great god?
Bang!
Take one step forward.
War Immortal Tushanjun swung out with a hammer.
Push thousands of stars across the board.
The divine energy bursts into pieces.
The sky and the earth turned into a thin piece of ice that broke into pieces at the touch of a touch.
The infinite divine power caused the hammer like Mount Tai to rush through.
boom!
The highways collide.
The emperor's soldiers slashed away at the Chaos Front so fast that the Dao Lord who was watching the battle could not see clearly.
In an instant, Yan Fu appeared in front of him.
War Immortal Tushanjun's pupils were trembling but he showed no intention of flinching. He roared ferociously, his energy and blood burning like crazy.
The yin and yang millstone behind the back is spinning like a windmill, like the loom of destiny decomposing the magical light, dissolving the pressure of the emperor's soldiers and obliterating the ancestor god's killing method: "Kill!"
The imperial soldiers and the ultimate divine soldiers clashed.
Everyone could no longer see clearly the two monks who were close to great supernatural powers.
Even though they were both Lords of the Great Dao with three flowers gathered at the top, and their celestial eyes could clearly see the Dao, they could not capture those two people at all, leaving only the roar of the two heavens and the earth.
The Great Dao Dharma destroys the heaven and the earth, and the Tianyuan front line that was originally made of rotten iron turns into sand and dust, burning the flames of war into the endless Demonic Abyss land.
On the one hand, he holds the emperor's weapons and steps into the devil's abyss, with endless power.
On the other side is the reincarnation of the Ghost King of the Three Pure Ones, Tu Shanjun, who has transformed into a war immortal with his ultimate magical powers.
The fight between the two made everyone tremble, and the monks below Daojun were even unable to withstand the aftermath and were annihilated.
Tushanjun's eyes were filled with shock after he entered the Demonic Abyss.
The celestial eye bursting with karmic fire parted the clouds and mist.
He unexpectedly discovered that the aura of Yan Fu was connected with the Demon Abyss, as if the Demon Heaven provided a steady stream of power to Yan Fu.
"God!"
Check out the correct version one by one!
Tu Shanjun's roar tore through the sky, and the main pole of the soul flag soared like a pillar of heaven, reaching up to the ninth heaven and down to the ninth abyss: "Why give him power!"
"Why?!"
Bang!
Tushanjun, who transformed into a warrior immortal, fell down after fighting thousands of moves.
The impact completely plowed a small area.
Several big stars exploded.
puff!
Black gold blood gushed out, and the immortal body and hammer were scarred.
If it were just an imperial weapon, he could still compete with the blessing of the Weapon Art and the Ultimate Divine Weapon Soul Banner.
But when he broke into the Demonic Heaven, he realized that he was wrong. Not only did Yanfu's aura not dim, but it increased sharply again because of the Demonic Heaven.
Now Yanfu is completely a great supernatural power with no realm but power.
A knife mark was cut on his chest that hurt his internal organs. Tushanjun took in less air and outgas more. Even the hammer in his hand became tattered. Without any hesitation, he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the soul flag.
Eat your own body, and you will never die if you reshape it!
"You are so tenacious."
Yan Fu looked at Tu Shanjun who was so cruel, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, which was completely covered up by confidence in an instant.
He has entered the Demonic Abyss and turned a Buddha into a demon. Although he has no realm, he possesses great supernatural powers. He also holds the Emperor's Sword. He can defeat even the ancestor of the Blood Sea, not to mention it is just a divine weapon spirit that uses the best of Taoism.
A divine weapon is a divine weapon, and even in the world, it is still a divine weapon.
All the great supernatural powers are like ants.
No matter how powerful the divine weapons are, they will be crushed by the imperial soldiers.
After wiping away the marks and bruises on his arms, Yan Fu sighed: "You question the sky, but you don't understand that God's will is for me!"
"I want to see whether you live faster or I kill faster."
"die!"
War Immortal Tushanjun was unwilling to scream, but the gap between divine weapons and imperial weapons was too great.
At the moment when Yanfu took action with great supernatural power, the hammer on the main pole of the Zunhun Banner could no longer support the heavy load.
Tushanjun's body was also destroyed in ashes at the same time.
"not good!"
Cloak opened a red gold ghost eye.
The speed of the elders still could not keep up with Yanfu.
Zi Daoxu's five-color divine light was also unable to withstand the sharp edge of the imperial weapon. He anxiously called for the weapon again: "Five-color wheel!"
"Why don't you come?!"
The five-color imperial soldiers of Tianyang Shenzong were trembling endlessly, as if responding to their master. Unfortunately, Zi Daoxu was not the ancestor of Shenzong after all, and the imperial soldiers were still distinguishing themselves.
"No!"
Phew.
The sword pierces the heart.
Wu Rong opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and the great road also perished at this moment.
Tushanjun, who was supposed to be revived, suddenly found himself disappearing, and he was about to return to the original form of the weapon.
"In the end, we still lost."
"well!"
"Even if a person with great supernatural powers takes action now, I'm afraid he won't be able to defeat Jam Fu in the Demon Abyss."
"Sad, deplorable..."
"What a pity."
The expressions of the great powers were complicated.
…
"Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things;"
"Time is like a passer-by for generations!"
Yoshima Zun explodes with gas and blood.
He stretched out his hand as if to grab something in the void.
The divine eye suddenly shattered and shed tears of blood.
The three flowers on the top are in full bloom, and the infinite Dao breath locks the heaven and the earth. They stride forward, chanting in a long voice, twisting the formula and roaring: "The heaven and the earth are going against the flow, and the time is turning back."
"Give me……"
"Backtrack!"
Buzz!
The black hair suddenly withered.
The magic weapon's fixed empty pile exploded into pieces.
Time and space seem to be paused at this time.
at the same time.
Everything that happened to Wu Rong really seemed to flow backwards in reverse.
Instantly.
Everyone was in a daze.
…
Yan Fu, who was holding the knife, had a flash of vigilance in his eyes.
Why did he feel a little familiar?
The fully recovered War Immortal Tushanjun's eyes widened with anger.
He has the Great Way of Reincarnation, and what happened just now is unclear to others, but he remembers it completely.
The withered and mummified Hiroshima Lord could not take even half a step, staggered to the ground, and passed out.
"not good!"
The Great Elder Zhou Wuzi said in horror: "It must be that the Great Way of Retrospection was used, otherwise the fierce Taoist fellow would not be so miserable, then..."
"Did Wu Rong die just now?"
Elder Ping's expression was solemn and dignified.
Brother Broken Arm said in a deep voice: "We are fine, which means we can't stop it."
"There is only one way."
"What?"
"Sacrifice soldiers!"
Elder Ping said fiercely: "Every monk of our Immortal Sect, please ascend the banner!"
Ping Chaojing didn't care about everyone's expressions. He seemed to have given out his last cry and crashed into the Zunhun Banner with his divine weapons and all his flesh and blood.
"Senior Brother Ping!"
Everyone was very sad, but they were not immersed in it.
The boy roared: "I'm going too!"
Bang.
Another top-notch Sanhua Daojun’s soul.
"Taiyi is in high spirits."
"Xianzong monk, follow me to sacrifice the soldiers!"
call out!
One after another Taoist kings flew through the air.
As strong as a shooting star.
No goodbye!
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