I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1113 Pot Spirit
And Feng Xi stepped out of the huge chariot.

The object behind him suddenly turned into two wheels of the road.

Internal display operation.

The golden light covered him and turned him into a golden-armored god.

Bing Fengxi, who was wearing golden armor and a flower crown on his head, raised his hand suddenly and shouted out the Taoist incantation.

The double wheels evolved billions of rays of light in the breath of Tao, completely refining the heaven and earth into one piece, as if time and space were frozen into a layer, and only he could move freely in it.

"collapse!"

When a thought arrives, the Dharma will be revealed.

There was a slight sound in the void.

Xiong Yingchen, who was in the middle of it, immediately discovered that his avenue was blocked.

It was as if the heaven and earth were 'frozen'.

The protective energy turned into starlight and shattered, causing him to panic.

He is not even a match for Luo Shentong, so how could he possibly defeat Erhua and Feng Xi.

Da Daojun said that the magic weapon contained the Yin energy of the Styx, but I don’t know if Ran Luo’s magical blood method would be effective against Erhua’s Bing Fengxi.

Now the situation is critical, and he has no choice but to activate the "magic weapon" in his sleeve.

The magic weapon is spiritual and emits magnificent light.

In an instant, the 'freeze' that sealed the tin was overturned, and the black mist blocked out the sun and the sky, but in an instant, the world was turned upside down, and then a white jade hand stretched out from it.

With a palm push, the golden light protecting Feng Xi's body disappeared without a trace, and the golden armor on his body completely decayed and fell off.

Bing Fengxi was horrified and hurriedly sent out billions of light wheels, but all of them were corroded by the divine light. He shouted, "Damn it, what has contaminated my divine weapon?!"

With a roar, he broke through the mist and revealed his true form.

It is a golden pig with a head at the head and tail.

"Going to lose?" Luo Shentong was stunned.

His eyes were fixed on the battle situation.

How come Fengxi, who had the advantage just now, is about to reveal his true form to resist?

A Second Flower Taoist shouldn't be so weak.

When he saw the black fog, Luo Shentong narrowed his eyes.

Fear flashed across his eyes.

Fortunately, I didn't take action.

The black mist released by Xiong Yingchen will pollute his blood magic.

If he makes another move, he will be defeated even faster than Bing Fengxi.

"The Sea-covering Pot." Taoist Master Huo Ya said solemnly, "One of the clan's main weapons."

“It turned out to be that treasure.”

The Yaksha King suddenly realized and said, "This is the spirit ancestor of the Nether Clan, the Dingsheng Sanhua. If it is that treasure, I think Brother Feng is in danger."

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne, frowned suddenly. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed the change in the evil spirit beside him.

A thin mist turned into a cloak and fell on the demon's shoulders, revealing his true form.

A hoarse voice followed: "Spirit of the weapon."

Wu Rong looked at it in astonishment.

The battle in the distant sky had already been decided, and after Fu Hai Hu took action, the sky and the earth were one color.

The appearance and sealing of the tin is like a piglet stuck in a quagmire with no strength left. Even the avenue it carries is polluted. It is estimated that it will not be long before the Fuhaihu will take it away completely.

But what surprised him even more was that his master beside him actually showed excitement in his eyes.

In his impression, although his master is strong, he is not warlike, and he relies more on his strength to solve problems.

He thought that this was the excitement of the spirit after seeing its own kind.

Not really.

Tu Shanjun was indeed excited to see the 'weapon spirit', but he didn't want to fight. Instead, he wanted to know the source of the magic power of other weapon spirits.

Such opponents are really rare.

Since he became enlightened, he had never seen other spirit objects and had only heard of their names.

No spirit will share its secrets.

Nor will he reveal the source of his magical power.

Now that this opportunity is rare, of course he must be excited. This may be the key to solving the source of the Soul Banner's magic power.

“Master, I’m afraid that the Great Dao Lord of the Underworld is lurking in the void.” Wu Rong lowered his voice.

He will definitely take action.

If the Hades did not demonstrate sufficient strength, there was no way the Underworld would be able to watch the Underworld unify the Northwest.

"I have found him."

Tu Shanjun's eyes were calm, his voice was ethereal and hoarse, he turned his head to look at Wu Rong and said: "Xibei Guixin, your cultivation should have been completely stable, right?"

Wu Rong smiled and said, "I can't hide it from you, old man."

"good."

"My destiny was completely secure the moment the upper reaches of the Styx fell under my control."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky. He didn't know if it was really his destiny, but since he had come to this point, he had to bring something to the world.

'If you do good intentionally, you will not be rewarded even if it is good; if you do evil unintentionally, you will not be punished even if it is evil.'

'It's for fairness.'

Wu Rong stood up slowly.

The Lord of the Way receives the Mandate of Heaven.

This is the path he should take. It is not someone's instruction or guidance. It is his own choice.

If he had any wish after having his own place to live, it might be peace in the world.

……

"Oops."

"Oh no, oh no!" Bing Fengxi was panicked. He had recognized the 'person' who had attacked. To be precise, it was not a person, but a divine weapon.

A supreme weapon spirit that is comparable to that of Sanhua Daojun.

Once it is put into the pot, it will be turned into a cloud of mist in a short time.

Xiong Yingchen was also stunned, he really thought it was the "magic weapon" of the Great Dao Lord, but he didn't expect it to be the ancestor of the clan weapon.

Salute quickly.

He had only heard of the ancestor's reputation before, but had never seen him in person. He didn't expect that the time he met the ancestor would be when he was the enemy in Linhai City.

Xiong Yingchen was overjoyed, his eyes darted, and he sneered, "Humph, Bing Fengxi, you are also a great man, a hero of your generation, but it's ok for you not to make progress, but you also surrender to the underworld. Now you can foresee your fate."

"Those who offend my underworld will be refined in the pot and transformed into a ball of Yin energy!"

Bing Fengxi didn't dare to howl and concentrated on resisting the refining of the Fuhaihu.

He also felt regretful.

Why was he so eager to show off? If he had let Luo Shentong fight, he would have been able to overcome this killing calamity. I'm afraid his skills would be lost.

After thinking about it, it would be better to let the soul escape so that the body can be rebuilt.

He quickly said something to divert the other party's attention: "Don't be so arrogant, there are also three-flower spirit ancestors in the underworld!"

Xiong Yingchen was about to challenge him, and sarcastically said, "I'm just afraid that he won't dare to make a move."

"Come if you can!"

call!
The fog has cleared.

The coolness suddenly touched Feng Xi's neck, and Feng Xi screamed in agony. He was in a state of panic and thought, "Oh no, oh no, it has melted to my neck."

"If I don't give up this body, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave."

Before he could even wake up from his trance, he found himself pulled out of the quagmire with a snap.

Jinzhu and Fengxi looked down.

Surprised, he turned his head to take a look.

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startled.

It turned out that the coolness just now was not caused by the body dissolving but by someone else's hand. The bluish-white ghost hand grabbed his neck and pulled him out, thus escaping from the foggy quagmire.

Look at the owner of the ghost hand again.

Green face, fangs, red hair dancing wildly.

Wearing the robes of Hell Transfiguration.

The ground that the iron boots stepped on turned into solid ground, and even the turbulent mist seemed to be avoided by a group of beasts, not daring to move forward, just like a swirling quagmire returning to a flat state.

The large and small pupils rotate slowly.

A yin-yang grinding wheel hangs behind him like a wheel of merit, and when it turns slightly, it emits a subtle echo of the great way.

The two sealed pig heads let out a breath of foul air.

"Thank you, Lord Dao!"

Pig's trotter bowed.

Fly away from the blue-white ghost hand.

Tushan Jun nodded slightly, turned his eyes, and his eyes, which contained life and death, moved faster and slower, as if he was looking for the "kind" hiding in the mist. His fangs moved slightly: "Daoyou, since you are here, why don't you meet me?"

Xiong Yingchen felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, staring at Tu Shanjun who was making the attack.

He couldn't see clearly the mysterious aura of Taoism surrounding Tushan Jun.

It was like standing in front of an abyss with no end in sight. In the blink of an eye, the abyss disappeared as if it had become the sky. He even felt a slight fear in his heart.

Strengthen the visualization method and strange images will appear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Please ask the ancestor to refine the enemy!"

call!
The sun is blocked by black fog, and the sky is covered with darkness.

The heaven and earth transformed into Tao in an instant and solidified into a cage.

The sea-covering pot poured out a river of Styx across the sky.

The river water instantly submerged Tushanjun's iron boots, and the originally turbulent water flow solidified into one, as if Tushanjun standing there was originally a part of the river and was now being taken away by the river.

The steaming river mist completely enveloped Tushan Jun.

"Will the ancestor also lose?"

The Great Sage in the crowd exclaimed.

They have just taken refuge in the underworld. If they are defeated so easily, they have obviously boarded the wrong ship. By then, they don't know how much resources they will have to pay in exchange for the forgiveness of the underworld.

A feeling of uneasiness spread among the crowd, and even the Taoist Lords who were granted the title of marquis were affected.

You look at me, I look at you, looking at each other.

"Will not!"

Elder Qiu blurted out in anger, shouting: "The ancestor will never lose!"

He believed in Tu Shanjun's strength.

Yu Shen prayed silently: "I must not lose."

clack.

clack.

Master Ru Zang turned the rosary in his hand and bowed to the Buddha with one hand.

He still hasn't found his mother, so the sixty-year agreement has been renewed. He doesn't want Tushan Jun to lose even more, as this battle is about whether the underworld can unify the northwest and whether it can go further.

If you lose...

Ru Zang shook his head slightly. He couldn't imagine what the ending would be.

But he will stand with Hades until the very end.

"Fellow Daoist, do you really not want to show up?"

Tu Shanjun raised his hand and flicked it.

The mist and the sky suddenly exploded.

His eyes fixed: "I found you!"

He stretched out his ghost claws and grabbed forward.

The time and space before my eyes seemed to overlap.

It was not that Tu Shanjun stretched out his hand to grab, but the moment Tu Shanjun stretched out his hand, the interweaving of time and space pushed the person he was looking for to this position.

A grip.

boom!
The space exploded.

The spirit of the Fuhai Pot appeared in the void.

She was a woman wearing a veil, her beautiful eyes as clear as the water were filled with murderous intent, and she was wearing a black dress that outlined her graceful figure.

He frowned and asked, "How did you break through my Styx formation?"

Tu Shanjun asked back: "Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking others?"

"I have a question, could you answer it for me first?"

The Sea-covering Spirit was furious and shouted, "How rude of you!"

"If you retreat quickly, you can still save your life."

"If you don't tell me, I'll come and see it myself." Tu Shanjun strode forward.

Once again, he stretched out his ghost hand.

Go straight to the head of the spirit of the Fuhaihu.

It was obvious that he wanted to show the true nature of the old devil and perform the soul-searching technique.

"How brave!"

The spirit of the Fu Hai Hu was furious.

The Styx is full.

The rotation of the great formation transforms this empty space into a world inside the pot.

There will be another chapter in a moment.