I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1087 Refining and Killing
There were still large pieces of flesh and blood left on the oval purple-black nails.

Whoops!

The glowing blood turned into a bloody rain all over the sky.

The internal organs are mixed with Taoist charm and immortal energy, and the bones and meridians contain divine brilliance and spirituality.

Only a head with long hair rose into the sky, carrying his soul and trying to escape completely. But before he could tear open the void, a pale ghost hand had already grabbed his head.

Everyone was shocked.

How could Yuan Tong Erhua, who was in a good situation just now, become so miserable in the blink of an eye?

"He's alive again?!"

“How did you do that?”

"Even the Ancient Emperor's killing technique can't completely kill him, but..."

"Yuan Daojun is a person who has achieved enlightenment in recent times and is invincible among people of the same level. Countless heroes, great warriors, and great masters have died in his hands. Their bodies were crushed and torn into a sea of ​​blood. Even their souls could only curl up in a head and choose to escape."

"This... is too terrifying."

Not only were the great saints stunned, but even the Taoists who were watching were dumbfounded.

They didn't expect this result.

Yuan Tong looked stunned.

Turn around and look.

The one holding his head was a huge ghost with red hair and horns. It was none other than Tu Shanjun, whom he had just fought with and whom he had killed for the second time.

Tu Shanjun is still the same as usual now.

The whole person exudes a cold and strange aura.

There was no emotion in the rotating yin and yang eyes.

The most terrifying thing was that the murderous intent that he was proud of, which had never gone unnoticed or was harmless even if noticed by others, disappeared.

The way of killing will not perish.

Even if he is severely injured or even his body is crushed by the opponent, he can still regenerate through his profound skills.

As long as the other party still has murderous intent in his heart, he will always have the upper hand.

If the enemy has murderous intention, he will use it to his advantage. If the enemy has no murderous intention, why would he fight with him?

This is the terrifying power of the great Dao Lord, who carries the great Dao.

But now he could not feel the murderous intent.

This should not be possible or appropriate.

If the opponent has no killing intention, why can you kill him? If the opponent has killing intention, why can't you use it to make yourself undefeated.

The condition of Tushanjun in front of him is very wrong.

No joy or sorrow.

Mysterious yet mysterious.

It was as if he had erased all his emotions.

What's even stranger is that he didn't make any other movements except grabbing his head.

Yuan Tong did not dare to act rashly, for fear of accidentally breaking the peace.

"What's going on? Why aren't they taking any action?"

The Taoist master of Zhenxiu Temple had a puzzled look in his eyes and looked around, as if he wanted other Taoist friends or seniors to help him solve his doubts.

A voice came from the void: "If my guess is correct, the weapon spirit has eliminated its killing intention towards Daoist Master Yuan Tong."

"He... erased all his emotions."

"I just don't understand why he can still possess such fighting power after erasing all his emotions, and can even kill and destroy Yuan Tong Daoist Master's Dao Body."

"Could it be that the Underworld Taoist Master urged it?"

Everyone followed the voice and went over.

"But wouldn't that just lead us back into the path of killing?"

"He should have retained some emotion." Elder Fu said thoughtfully.

"What kind?"

'guard.'

The Taoist with heavy pupils hugged his shoulders and muttered silently in his heart.

"guard!"

They were all cultivators with profound cultivation, and they immediately understood the key points.

"guard?"

Yuan Tong's eyes twitched.

No wonder Tu Shanjun didn't take any further action now. It turned out that in the opponent's judgment, he could no longer pose a threat to Wu Rong, so there was no need for him to continue attacking.

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne, had a calm look in his eyes. He explained calmly, "If I were to control Master's main soul body, my killing intent would spread over, and I would still not be able to kill you then."

"Besides, my killing intent was actually dispersed too much because I'm Ichika, much weaker than you."

"I can only resort to this desperate measure, using myself as bait to lure you into killing me."

"After witnessing the powerful strength of Master."

"You definitely don't want to continue to entangle, thinking that you can just kill me and the dust will be settled."

"Come on, kill me."

"I know you still have one more strike left in you."

Wu Rong was wearing the banner and holding the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

He just needs a chance.

That was the moment when Yuan Tong’s soul stepped out of his head and headed straight for him.

He was not very afraid. The Soul-Respecting Banner was the best at restraining the soul. As long as the opponent dared to launch this mutually destructive attack, he, with only one flower, could kill the Two-Flower Dao Lord.

Yuan Tong looked at Wu Rong who had stood up, and then looked at 'Tu Shanjun' who had grabbed him.

How can a person be so cruel?
Erasing all of one's emotions and leaving only protection is not just talk.

Tushan Jun was originally a spirit of an artifact. Although he could use evil spirits to revive himself, and he could recover to his original state after revival, would he be willing to work like a slave after revival?

Certainly not.

The weapon spirit has its own consciousness, and the banner master who wields the magic weapon has even more.

He certainly wouldn't want to have an emperor riding on his head.

If a banner owner had any evil intentions, Tushan Jun would probably never regain his sanity.

This means trusting the other person completely.

Yuan Tong wanted to ask Tu Shanjun: "Is the Lord of the Underworld your biological son? How could you be so cruel?"

Yuan Tong of Erhua thought so, and so did the other Dao Lords. If they asked themselves, if they were in that position, would they do it because of "trust"? I'm afraid they wouldn't.

As the rulers of the Dao, they have always looked down upon the world. How could they be willing to be protectors of the Dao?

"Ichika's boy, you wanted to lure my soul to kill you so you could use the soul flag to take my soul."

"Senior, your life is over, don't struggle in vain!"

Wu Rong, holding the banner, waved it slowly. Even if the opponent's spirit didn't come out, if the stalemate continued, the killing array would be able to slowly grind down Yuan Tong's last armor, and then he could still take away his spirit.

With the spirit of Erhua Daojun, Master will surely be able to recover to his full strength.

Yuan Tong, with only a head left, sneered.

He did not ask for rescue, nor did he need anyone to rescue him.

He was always sober, aware that he was killing people and clearing obstacles for the Ancient Immortal Tower. He also knew that he was making countless enemies and would not have a good ending.

Does the monk need a good ending?
Is it to enjoy the company of grandchildren and spend the old age in peace, or to go far away to continue the tradition and create a great family, or to live forever and enjoy endless wealth and splendor...

neither.

As the Great Lord of the Way of Killing, he can only continue on his way, fighting and killing, without end.

"From now on, the world will be turned upside down. Why should we be so stingy when killing people?"

Yuan Tong laughed loudly: "How can anyone who kills people and destroys the Tao compare to me?"

"I am the Tao, I am the killing Tao, and killing me is killing Tao!"

"The Avenue kills me!"

hum!
The head was shattered by a long hook divine weapon.

The Jiemian Soldier pierced through Dao's skull, passed through his sea of ​​consciousness, and slashed Yuan Tong's soul.

Killing intent.

murderous look.

Killing Way.

Cut off the past and the future and leave only the present.

Living in the moment!

The starry sky shook, and the heaven and earth wept, as if wailing for the reappearance of the path of killing.

There are two real late autumn flowers above Yuan Tong’s soul.

With their concession, another illusory flower is about to bloom.

“Three flowers gathered at the top of the head?!”

Apart from the ancient sound of the Tao, there was only silence between heaven and earth.

Those Dao Lords who wanted to come to clean up the mess, seize the treasure, or had a grudge against Yuan Tong all fell silent tacitly.

They didn't expect to witness Yuan Tong's advancement to the third level at this time.

He is worthy of being a pawn of a super power like Guxianlou.

Background, understanding, strength...

All are top notch.

"The ancestor is indeed invincible!"

The prestige of the cultivators in the Ancient Immortal Tower soared.

They who had been dejected and had red eyes just now, and who could not bear to see what happened, are now cheering and celebrating for Master Yuan Tong for defeating another powerful enemy.

This battle will surely be recorded in the history of the Ancient Immortal Tower and become a model to inspire countless immortal tower monks.

Ancestor Yuan Tong realized the true self of the way of killing in adversity.

Three flowers in desperate situation.

It was like the legend happening right before my eyes.

They are all witnesses.

suddenly.

The wind stopped and the thunder ceased.

The moral movement of the Great Dao was also completely eliminated.

Ancestor Yuan Tong, who was supposed to break through the Three Flowers Realm and reshape his body, also disappeared without a trace.

"Fellow,"

"Please enter the banner!"

The hoarse and ethereal sound of the avenue echoed in the furnace of heaven and earth.

Wu Rong sat back on the throne with a pale face, looked at the figure not far away from him, and laughed: "Haha...haha."

"Dispel the evil!"

The figure of 'Tushan Jun' collapsed into a sky full of evil spirits which were reabsorbed by the Soul Banner.

Wu Rong returned to the throne and looked forward.

Most of the ghost soldiers and generals were killed by Yuan Tong, and now only the remnants are left.

But it doesn't matter. As long as Yuan Tong is killed, the evil spirit can be replenished, and the troops can be rebuilt, the battle formation can be reorganized, and the mythical beasts and demons can be recreated.

"good chance!"

The abbot of Zhenxiu Temple flew into the air, overjoyed.

Now the Taoist Yuan Tong has been taken away by the Soul Banner.

The body of the main soul of the weapon spirit that protected the way collapsed, and hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers and millions of ghost generals were killed and left in defeat.

Just like the mythical Three Kings’ Battle Flags, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, the Two Paths of Extermination, and the Divine Beasts and Demons were completely annihilated in the hands of the Killing Path.

The only one left was Ichika Michijun, whose magic power was incomplete and seriously overdrawn.

And he conserved his energy.

Magical spells and magical weapons are all available.

Isn't this the perfect time to seize the treasure?

In an instant, he was close to me.

The blade-shaped magic weapon of the master of Zhenxiu Temple was only about ten feet away from Wu Rong.

"Be bold!"

The remaining gods and the great saints on the giant ship shouted angrily and wished they could fly up to block it, but they were too slow.

Just when everyone thought that the war was about to break out.

Once the master of Zhenxiu Temple kills Wu Rong and the magic weapon changes hands, it will definitely attract all the Taoist masters of Xuanmen to take action together.

The reason they didn't move now was because they were afraid that the main soul of the weapon spirit had a backup plan. It was a good thing that someone who was not afraid of death went forward to explore the way, so they didn't have to get involved themselves.

Bang!
The master of Zhenxiu Temple felt like he had crashed into a huge star that was lying across the starry sky.

With his strength, he can destroy even a star field, let alone just a big star.

However, he stopped firmly in mid-air.

Cool to the touch.

Eyes focused on the past.

The pupil of the master of true cultivation shrank to a point.

A large bluish-white hand stretched out from the iron-like banner and pressed firmly on his face.

Followed by.

The owner of the ghost hand walked out slowly along the spread out soul flag.