I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1025 Enlightenment

died?

Death is quick and clean.

It's unbelievable that a Taoist master who had reached the end of his life was killed like this.

It was the monks who took action.

It is the future body illuminated by the thunder tribulation.

This is too overbearing.

The thunder does not strike the person who is supposed to be struck, but instead the surrounding cultivators are affected.

After the ancestor of Zhenxiu Temple disappeared, the remaining three Dao Lords all covered their faces.

Anyone could see the fear on their faces. One by one, they set up their escape lights and used their magical weapons. They did not dare to be careless at all, for fear that they would be the next one to be attacked by the thunder tribulation.

They no longer cared about hiding their identities and all showed off their best skills.

All the cultivators were terrified.

Tushan Jun also showed no joy.

His eyes were extremely solemn.

Long Howl:

"The Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Formation!"

Let it be opened to all directions.

The black and red royal flag followed in response.

Tushan Jun, who holds the banner of the honorable soul, wears the crown of life and death with eighteen emperor tassels on his head and wears the robe of the emperor of hell.

The double horns on the head, the cascading red hair, and the green face and fangs add to the majesty and terror.

The ghost soldiers and generals soared into the sky.

One side occupies the boundless sky, the other side plunders the vast earth.

  day,

land,

Just like the clear air and turbid air are clearly divided.

this moment.

Heaven and earth are about to go to war.

Shou He was surprised and stunned.

He didn't expect that Lei Jie would end up being an enemy of the old immortal.

He looked towards the distant sky, as if he wanted to see clearly the face of the golden and red figure and the expression in his eyes. However, no matter how he looked, he felt that it was still the old immortal.

High, far, and divine.

Like a god who suppresses the heavens.

If you are powerful, you will be powerful.

Just ...

It lacks some human touch.

The old immortal on the high platform near the ground has a green face and fangs, surrounded by Taoist aura, and a pair of black and red eyes that can destroy life and death and encompass rest. He looks even more evil, but there is always some indescribable... smell about him, which makes people feel more at ease.

Shou He asked, "Old Immortal, are we going to be enemies with 'you'?"

"Yes."

"This……"

"Ok?"

"I feel like he's terribly strong."

Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, you think he is me, but in fact he is not me, but the future me reflected by the Heavenly Dao. I am only killing the Dao Lord whose life span has run out."

"That is the special suppression that the Great Way of Reincarnation imposes on cultivators whose lifespans have been exhausted. In fact, you can see by observing for yourself that the aura he exudes is exactly the same as mine!"

"I am still in the process of transforming into a Dao Lord, and he is not a true Dao Lord either."

Shou He did not disbelieve what Tu Shanjun said.

However, it was the first time he saw the old immortal explain something in such detail.

Look at the Holy Emperor of Reincarnation on the top of the sky.

'Heaven's Way'

'Future Me'

'The Avenue of Reincarnation'

No matter how these three are combined, there is no sign of weakness.

It sounds like the Saint Emperor of Samsara is not the real Taoist Lord. His spiritual aura is similar to that of the old immortal. Because of this, Shou He feels the horror of Tushan Jun even more.

Could it be that the old immortal with enough magical power could really kill the corrupt Taoist master instantly?

This question obviously has no answer.

The Holy Emperor at the end of the sky turned his voice and gaze.

hum.

The secret of heaven is locked.

Tu Shanjun felt a tremendous pressure.

He didn't back down.

Cultivation is a process of constantly challenging yourself.

Even if it is himself standing in front of him, blocking his progress, no matter whether it is his past self or his future self, he will defeat them all.

“No one can stop me from achieving enlightenment.”

"Neither can I!"

The moment the hoarse voice fell, Tu Shanjun, holding the Soul-Respecting Banner tightly, soared into the air.

"kill!"

With rumbling thunder, countless rampant soldiers and ghost generals ascended to the sky on the clouds.

The end of heaven.

The Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Time, who was sitting on the throne, slowly stood up and stretched out his arm which was emitting a golden light.

Grab it in the air.

The oval-shaped nails made of oval fairy gold formed a buckle, and a golden red long banner appeared in his hand. The mysterious light was vast and sacred, and the fairy curtain was flying, lingering with the mysterious breath of mythology.

The way of heaven shines, and the magic weapon is forged by oneself.

The Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Time raised the golden and red soul flag in his hand, which looked like a divine weapon. No one would think that it was an evil thing.

  Hey!

The soul flag points obliquely to the earth.

The Holy Emperor looked down upon us!

Tens of millions of immortal soldiers and generals descended from above to kill them.

They are said to be immortal soldiers and generals, but in fact they are a military formation. When the tiger roars and sings, a white tiger rushes in the military formation. Kunpeng tears through the long fog and roars angrily. Dragon-shaped creatures, under the control of the generals, quickly rush into the killing formation with steaming black fog. The generals covered with divine light are like tigers entering a flock of sheep...

  Roar!

The Ghost King in the killing formation was not willing to be outdone, he leaped into the air and released boundless evil spirit, like a siege pillar that broke through the sky!

There are not only humanoid soldiers in the Honored Soul Banner, but also various exotic beasts showing their magical powers, such as the Tiger Demon Raiding the Array, Kunpeng Splitting the Sky, the Dragon King Aokong, etc.

The alien creatures also displayed their magical powers, whether they had three eyes or two, with horns or without horns, they all showed their best strength.

Tushan Jun ignored everyone and went straight to the Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Time who was sitting on the throne in the sky.

The same goes for the Holy Emperor.

  boom!

The unprecedented war was like the opening of a fairy scroll.

The Emperor of Life and Death, who was burdened with the reincarnation, rushed straight towards Tushan Jun with the Soul Banner in his hand. The golden and red long hammer condensed by three phases was like a god pressing down the sky.

Tu Shanjun was eager to fight, and the old ape in his sea of ​​consciousness roared and made his move. The recast Soul-Respecting Banner in his hand seemed like an unrivaled divine weapon that created the world.

Carrying the Yin-Yang millstone on his back and with peach blossoms on his head, Tushan Jun had a clear understanding of his own fighting power for the first time.

The golden and red long hammer was like a terrifying immortal mountain crashing down heavily.

The void was shattered by the golden and red soul flag.

It seems to encompass a vast universe.

Even though he came to answer it, his muscles and bones were numb from the shock.

The grand and sweeping attack is full of great expositions.

The Black Sword of Life and Death seemed to split the heaven and earth in half, and the Yin-Yang Millstone seemed to crush everything.

Every strike of the everything-holding Saint Emperor of Samsara, under the evolution of the Holy Ape's combat methods, is like the arrival of the Great Dao.

Fire burning.

Fight.

Ghosts crying and gods howling.

The world turned into a huge millstone.

Golden red on top, black red on the bottom.

Two figures pushed the wheel. Boom.

  Buzz!

In the collision and fusion of the great way, Tu Shanjun gradually realized the true meaning of reincarnation.

As he said, life and death are two sides, and the reversal is reincarnation.

However, although the three paths are ultimate, they are based on his previous understanding. In the battle of becoming a Taoist, what he needs to adapt to is the Great Dao, and he needs to thoroughly evolve a Great Dao of his own.

  Become a true virtuous king!

At this moment, Tushan Jun no longer had any hostility towards the Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Time.

Instead, he felt that the other party had helped him and helped him to gain a deeper understanding of the Tao.

What he has to do is not to kill himself, but to accommodate himself.

People always have to tolerate themselves.

Stand still.

The tall Tushan Jun, wearing the Hell Transformation Robe, looked towards the Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Time.

The Holy Emperor wore the robe of reincarnation, towered over heaven and earth, and walked on the path.

The two of them chose to put down their magic weapons at the same time.

The Soul-Devouring Fist and the Samsara Fist fought against each other.

The punch shook the world for eternity.

The mind is reaching out to the vast sky.

"Hell changes."

"Reincarnation controls the world!"

The immortal soldiers are stained with blood, and the ghost soldiers' souls return.

The beacon fire is burning, and I look around.

The legend of this battle is engraved on heaven and earth!

Tushan Jun's body has been reunited many times.

But this time it's very different.

The Yin-Yang millstone behind Tushan Jun rotated black and red silk threads, and the weaving pulled his body together again. The rotation of the true meaning of reincarnation made the Tao flower completely condense, breaking through the realm of life and death peach blossom that belonged to Tushan Jun alone.

The shadow of the Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Time appeared on the throne.

Holding the golden and red soul flag, he is a true emperor and the embodiment of the great way of reincarnation.

The Holy King of the Wheel of Time looked down at the sky, the earth and the universe with a calm gaze. The illusion of yin and yang, life and death evolved in his eyes.

However, his figure can no longer be seen again.

Because the person in front of you has already achieved enlightenment.

Tushan Jun waved the soul-honoring flag.

The last mysterious breath of the thunder tribulation spread and merged into the soul flag.

The Saint Emperor of Samsara evolved his fighting methods as if he didn't care at all that he would disappear, but unfortunately his figure gradually became blurred.

Finally, even the fist intent that shook the nine heavens and ten earths slowly subsided, and only now did the thunder and lightning tribulation finally calm down. The last bit of remnant from heaven was about to be wiped out by the millstone of the Great Dao.

"It's done!"

Tu Shanjun smiled tiredly.

Turn your head and return.

Shou He bowed and congratulated: "Congratulations, old god..."

Boom!

There was no sudden burst of drinking, and no signs of anything happening before.

Under the cover of the last bit of remaining aura of thunder tribulation.

A huge dragon-shaped wheel slammed down on the general's platform.

The general's platform collapsed and turned into ruins.

Tu Shanjun couldn’t see what happened next.

He couldn't feel it either.

Because now even the palm of his hand that was holding the Zun Soul Banner had become illusory, and without support, the Soul Banner fell downwards like a meteorite.

……

"who is it!"

Changhen’s roar came from the earthquake and reached the sky.

That was the roar from the Lord of Heaven.

The seed of his body and soul, which he regarded as hope, was completely crushed.

That was his hope to revive Shinto, and it was extinguished just like that.

However, just when his roar was about to shake the heavens, the sound was strangely and slowly suppressed.

No matter how the Lord of Heaven roared, it was of no avail.

No one can hear it anymore.

Tianjun looked towards the distant sky with red eyes, and he passed by Yuan Tong who had made the move.

Yuan Tong was certainly the direct murderer of Shou He.

But at that moment, Yuan Tong alone was not enough to accomplish the task. At least Yuan Tong's move would not leave Tu Shanjun with no chance to react.

Yuan Tong silently retracted his magic weapon and glanced at Wei Luoge who did not try to stop him.

He said in a deep voice: "The Shinto cannot be revived."

"At least not here!"

All the practitioners were so shocked by what happened that instant that they were at a loss for words.

The only thing they knew was that the owner of this magical weapon seemed to have died.

The divine weapon fell from the sky.

Many Saint Lord monks suddenly became jealous.

What was the fight for? Wasn’t it for the magic medicine?

That thing is so precious that even they may not be able to obtain it.

Now, let alone the magic medicine, there is also a soul flag that can become a magic weapon and the main soul that has successfully forged the Tao. Whoever can obtain the soul flag will increase his chances of achieving enlightenment by 30 to 50 percent.

"If we don't take action now, when will we take action?"

The three Taoists whose lifespans were about to end no longer cared about him.

Rushed forward instantly.

……

Yuan Tong asked: "Senior Wei didn't stop it just now, are you going to stop it again now?"

"Just now it was for the greater good, but now it's different."

Wei Luoge took a step forward.

……

"The divine weapon is mine!"

The Taoist with an icy aura was overjoyed and was about to stretch out his hand to take it.

We are about to encounter them.

A tall figure blocked his way.

It was a monk wearing a conical hat, standing right in front of him, preventing him from moving forward.

The monk in the big bamboo hat said with a smile: "Daoyou should retreat when you know the difficulty."

"court death!"

  boom!

Fists and palms facing each other.

The Taoist master with a mysterious breath of ice flew backwards into the void like a kite with a broken string.

The monk in the big bamboo hat pushed with both palms.

The other two Dao Lords were also pushed back three steps before they stopped.

  The monk in the big bamboo hat laughed loudly:

"Everyone."

"It's time to return it to its original owner!"

Saying,

He turned his palm and held the Soul Flag.

A handsome Taoist priest approached and grabbed the soul flag.

The moment he took control of the Soul Honoring Banner.

Order the ghost to become a saint!