I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 313 Crushing
More than a hundred disciples in the late stage of Qi training sacrificed their flying swords at the same time.

Feijian soars into the air.

Many Qi practitioners stood in the air with flying swords on their feet.

It's not clear whether it's a hundred strands of aura coming out of the mountain-closing formation, or the hundreds of monks in the late stage of qi training have formed the formation with their bodies, and the flying swords have turned into the foundation of the formation, enveloping a radius of tens of miles.

Of course, the red-haired ghost Xiu happened to be in the formation.

Fireworks filled the air, mana gathered, and a red sun appeared above Guixiu's head.

The light fell from the sky, just covering Ghost Cultivator.

The piercing aura is as bright as a blazing flame, and just staying in the formation can feel the steaming of the surrounding water vapor, and the originally stable aura also becomes restless.

Looking down from above, it seems that the Fengshan formation has formed another formation, and the two sides are superimposed but distinct.

"Chiyang Golden Crow."

"Excuse the evil!"

The scorching sun above rotated, the two sides contracted, and then opened a pair of wings covering tens of feet.

The Golden Crow held its head high, and a very penetrating cry resounded.

"Wow!"

The traction of the air mechanism made the condensed Golden Crow go straight to the red-haired ghost cultivator enveloped by the beam of light.

As long as this blow falls, he will die.

This is the thought that flashed through the mind of the red-haired ghost.

This is an incarnation, and it will die when it dies, and then use the evil spirit to condense it.

However, the matter is not over yet.

At least before the dust settled, he couldn't simply die here.

Looking at the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform with all hands and feet in the formation.

Looking at the people all over the mountains and plains, showing panic and panic.

The red-haired ghost raised his head.

Indifferently said: "How can the incarnation of this seat die in such a place."

"Ignorance."

"I want to see clearly the flaws in this thing."

With his eyes closed, his ghost hand pierced his forehead.

Black and red blood flowed down between the eyebrows, drawing lines covering the face, accompanied by the excitement of fighting for life, the ghost horns on the top of the head bloomed again.

The vertical lines between the eyebrows suddenly expanded, and the black and red blood gathered into false eyeballs.

Everything in front of me seemed to be slowing down.

The movement of the flying blazing golden crow also became less smooth, and the flowing aura on his body slowly appeared in front of the red-haired ghost cultivator.

He opened his eyes sharply.

The eyes were already filled with blood, and blood gushed out from the eye sockets.

The red-haired ghost opened its fangs at this moment, and the red-haired ghost was frantic. He could only hear the screaming ghost: "Give me..."

"See it!"

Amidst the rush of blood, the large net of Qi machine was clear and unmistakable.

Not only did the figure not stagnate, but it rushed forward.

Whether to gamble on the chance of survival or just sit and wait, he already has his own thoughts in his heart.

The blazing Golden Crow's beak became sharp, and the breath of the whole body gathered into one.

It is better to say that it is the law than to say that it is the Golden Crow.

It is a sword technique, a magic technique, and a mimetic formation.

The law is right in front of you.

"break."

The remaining ghost hand of the red-haired Taoist turned into a sword light, and rushed forward like a moth to a flame.

Bang! ! !
Smoke and dust flew, and water vapor evaporated.

The line of sight has long been blocked, and the only way to sense it is to rely on divine sense.

"do you died?"

"Should be dead."

The monks of Chiwuzong asked and answered themselves.

In such a strong blow, there is no chance of survival.And even if he survived by luck, facing such a formation, and facing more than a hundred Qi trainers who set up the formation, there is nothing but despair.

In the sky, the figure that rushed up against the sun fell.

No life at all.

The black robes all over her body were severely damaged, and most of her red hair was burnt to charcoal.

But he finally died.

Finally, all the Chiwuzong monks let out a sigh of relief.

"No, where's his Yin God?"

Yinshen, the Lieyang Taoist who controlled the formation, frowned suddenly. He could indeed feel that the body was lifeless, but where was the Yinshen who was a foundation-building monk?

Now he is in the formation, even if the ghost cultivator's escape technique is powerful, he can't escape.

Changing times.

The lifeless body opened its eyes, and the falling body stabilized again. The hunting wind blew his black robe and red hair, and the ghost horns on his forehead were as ferocious as before.

"impossible!"

The first one to exclaim was Lie Yang's Yin God.

The body of the red-haired Taoist was severely injured, his vitality was almost wiped out, and he was severely injured by the big formation, how could he survive.

But this is the fact that happened before our eyes.

Lie Yang's Yin God quickly adjusted: "Since you are not dead, I will kill you again until you die."

"Excuse the evil!"

The beam of light came again, covering the body of the red-haired Taoist.

The Golden Crow with condensed mana spread its wings again.

The red-haired Taoist looked calm.

Even if he saw the golden crow's large net of energy clearly, and hit it and fell, he was still killed by that blow.

If it weren't for the spirit demon's enduring death technique to keep his body, it would have fallen in the mountains and was buried by earth and rocks.

If there is another blow, this body will be turned into powder.

Tu Shanjun was not pessimistic. He looked at the people on Nanming Ridge, turned his sound transmission technique, and said loudly: "The people of Daheishan, the people of this seat, can you lend me your power?"

"This seat."

"Mr. Tu Shan!"

The name of Mr. Tu Shan echoed in the ears of many people, and then looked at the figure in the sky.

Red hair, double horns.

Stern green face.

They remembered the person in front of them, wasn't it the real king they enshrined.

They still remember that the true king statue in the county was automatically restored.

"Can't it be mobilized?" Tu Shanjun sighed quietly, the power of the incense is very small, and he can't get the power from the deity. It seems that today's battle is destined to stop here.

Tu Shanjun looked at the people of Nanming Ridge and the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform.

"True King, Mr. Tu Shan!"

A civilian husband knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Tu Shan!"

Countless civilian husbands fell to the ground.

The raging incense and vows converge towards this incarnation.

After a while, a phantom of a divine body appeared behind Tu Shanjun.

The tens of feet of divine body is like an enlarged version of Mr. Tu Shan.

Sitting cross-legged on the Dharma platform, holding the spell and seal in his hand.

It's just that compared to Mr. Tu Shan, this statue is more solemn.

Green face with fangs, horns soaring to the sky, wild red hair like a waterfall.

Tu Shanjun swung his fist suddenly.

The divine body behind him also waved his fist.

"This punch."

"The name is 'Li Min'."

boom! ! !
The Blazing Golden Crow was crushed with a single punch.

The backlash force acted on more than a hundred Qi practitioners, shaking them out of the formation.

One by one vomited blood, their faces were like golden paper.

Run mana quickly and take the elixir to stabilize.

Lie Yang Yinshen said in horror: "Demon law."

"witchcraft!"

Tu Shanjun said: "This is the power of the common people."

Although he didn't understand why he had such power in the early stage of foundation establishment, Taoist Lieyang knew that he couldn't panic now.He is the backbone of all monks. Once he is in chaos, the whole situation will collapse.

Hastily shouted: "Steady the formation."

All the disciples of the Chiwu Sect supported the injured body and stabilized the mountain formation.

The red-haired Taoist is just at the end of his battle. Such a terrifying secret technique will definitely not last long. As long as the time for the secret technique passes, they will still be the final winners.

The eyelids of the four-armed owl who was banned on the platform fluctuated.

He seemed to want to open his eyes.

However, the formation flag on his chest was too ruthless. It not only suppressed his body and drained his mana, but also suppressed the Yin God in his body and could not be freed.

Now he feels the power that belongs to Daheishan alone: ​​"Who is here?"

……

The volleying Tu Shanjun spread out the power of incense and vows to form a territory.

Then, with a full punch.

Said in a deep voice: "Mountains, rivers, and communities are all tied to one punch!"

"Those who offend our country and disturb our people should be turned into ashes."

Tens of feet of gods stand from the altar.

The majestic statue, grinning and spit out ferocious fangs.

This fist can block out the sky and block out the sun, overwhelming the world.

It is as brilliant as mighty heavenly power.

The divine body is more like a pillar of the sky, and the wind and clouds sweep across the mountains and rivers to condense.

"break!"

"Block him."

Lieyang Taoist roared, and the spirit was stimulated to the extreme.

All the disciples of the Chiwu Sect also knew that if they couldn't stop it, they would die.

They are afraid of death, even war, but it is inevitable at this time.

"Sealing the mountain formation."

boom! ! !
The Fengshan formation was shattered by a single punch.

All the monks who arrived at the formation were crushed to pieces by the overwhelming pressure.

As Tu Shanjun said, everything in front of me turned into ashes, and the gloomy sky was condensed water vapor, but what fell was not rain, but blood.

This bloody storm fell.

I saw the broken bodies of Qi practitioners all over the wilderness.

The magic weapon was shattered, the talisman was broken, and the monk who died and dao disappeared.

Thousands of young people thought they would die here too.

However, when they closed their eyes, they found that they did not feel pain.

Slowly opened his eyes, only to find that his whole body was shrouded in orange-red light.

This is of course Tu Shanjun's handwriting.

Use the power of incense and fire for blessing and protection.

"Want to escape?"

The palm of the divine body covered it, gathering all the ghosts.

Even Taoist Lieyang was no exception.

If he had escaped earlier, Mr. Tu Shan would really have nothing to do with him, because this avatar is really weak, and the Yinshen escaping technique is powerful with a spiritual being beside him, even if there is a divine body, he can't catch it.

But the successive fierce battles had already exhausted the spirits, so the Yin God fell into his hands.

"The Chiwu Sect will not let it go, the ancestor will definitely destroy the Great Black Mountain."

"The old man was defeated by the demon method..."

"Noisy."

Tu Shanjun sealed the shouting Lieyang Taoist with a talisman, threw it into a bag, and put it together with the ghosts of the gathered Qi practitioners.

……

Tu Shanjun dragged his battered body to the altar.

He has already seen what the formation is.

Once he pulls out the banner, the four-armed owl will die.

No.

In fact, the four-armed owl's life was linked to the Fengshan formation, and when the formation was broken, his life was gone.

The technique seal turned and hit the formation flag, and then stretched out his hand to pull out the formation flag.

The four-armed owl opened his eyes fiercely, and the magic power in his body was agitated, making him change into his original form.

He could feel his life draining away.

Yinshen walked out from his body, looked at the person in surprise, "Your Majesty!"

Tu Shanjun supported his broken body, smiled and said: "Don't lie here and sleep, we still have a lot to do."

The four-armed owl froze for a moment, looked around, and choked up a little more: "My lord, I... I didn't guard Li Dang Mountain well."

"It's not your fault."

Mr. Tu Shan looked over, these people still need to deal with the aftermath.

Of course, he still has to face the revenge of that sect.

As Lie Yang Taoist said, the other party will not let it go.

But will Mr. Tu Shan let it go?

(End of this chapter)