I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 323
Lei Wuji was slightly taken aback, he seemed to hear something in Tu Shanjun's words.

Just as he was about to stop his junior brother, he found that his junior brother had already shot with all his strength.

Once the Xinghe sword is cut out, thousands of sword threads seem to be falling down on meteors, shattering everything in front of them while flying across the sky.

Such an indomitable sword-like weapon is stronger than the Ben Lei Sword.

Tu Shanjun felt as if there was frost fog around him.

Just as he was about to leave, the mist condensed into silk, changing from invisible to tangible, binding him tightly.

The mist is actually not fog, but Zhuang Hai's spiritual power, but after the Xinghe sword was cut out, his spiritual power also changed, and became more suitable for the fighting method of the Xinghe sword.

"Divine transformation silk?"

Tu Shanjun chuckled, and the golden light in his eyes turned into beams of light. The scorching light was like a bright sun in the sky, and suddenly melted the frost in front of him into water, and then evaporated it into mist.

He has never been afraid of fighting with his consciousness.

The old ape in the Sea of ​​Consciousness stretched his arms, and during the movement of his muscles and bones, he punched everything in front of him like a mountain.

Without the involvement of the sword intent, Tu Shanjun and Xinghe sword staggered.

Zhuang Hai's wide-open pupils couldn't help shrinking. He didn't expect that the monster in front of him could dodge a sword attack at such a distance, and even his blocking sword net was swept away.

However, he also felt that it shouldn't be dodging, because the Xinghe sword actually cut something.

The cultivator believed in his naked eyes even more in his divine sense, and Yu Jian's divine sense told him that he had clearly beheaded the devil.

In fact, the sword light that cut horizontally just cut the upper and lower clouds in half.

Whether it was the burning clouds in the distance or the fog lingering in the mountains nearby, they were all separated by one blow.

And the devil is still intact.

Zhuang Hai knew that he had underestimated the devil.

No matter what the devil's physical body is, the opponent is a monk who has entered the late stage of Golden Core after all.

It seems that he is still the best in the same rank, how could he be beheaded by leaping over the rank.

The thoughts of the inner sword view come into play, and all messy thoughts are suppressed by a sword.

The sword in the sea is known by the chains in all directions.

In martial arts, anger is the most taboo, let alone when facing a strong enemy.

Now Zhuang Hai is very clear, he clearly knows what he should do, and he did it, but he did it calmly.

With a thought, Xinghe Sword has returned.

One sword turned into thousands of sword shadows.

At this time, it was evening, but Tu Shanjun felt that he saw a distant galaxy.

The light is reflected in the eyes.

The twinkling stars form rivers.

Is that the whereabouts of the Nine Heavens Milky Way?
No, that's the sword light right in front of your eyes, cold and sharp.

When the sharp light covered and scratched his cheek, Tu Shanjun raised his palm, and his five fingers and ghost claws were close together. It looked like a raised palm, and it looked like a condensed hand knife, which made people dare not ignore the power.

But Zhuang Hai saw something different.

That looks like a sword.

"Is that a sword?"

Zhuang Hai felt that he had been hit, and lost his mind for a moment.

If that thing is a sword, what is it in his hand.

The Xinghe sword was shining with the light of magic weapon, its whole body was crystal clear, and the star-shining blade hummed, as if it wanted to wake up Zhuang Hai.

"Senior brother!"

Lightning and thunder, like a sudden lightning in the night sky, tear open the opening to bring light.

Ben Lei Sword, the sword is as its name suggests.

If the Xinghe sword can still see the sword body clearly, the Benlei sword is like a bundle of purple divine thunder restrained by a hilt, and the divine thunder turns into the sword body, blooming with sword light.

Tu Shanjun, who had already approached him, immediately distanced himself and exclaimed, "What a magic weapon."

Sunset Mountain is worthy of being an old-fashioned sect, and only by looking at the leopard from this tube can we also see the underlying truth.

The golden elixir masters all have a magic weapon that suits them, and the level of the magic weapon is not low.

It is much better than Yehu Zen.

Like him, not only did the seized magic weapon not meet his wishes, but he also had to spend a lot of time cultivating the Zunhun Banner.It can only be the monk trying to adapt to the magic weapon, not the magic weapon adapting to the monk.

Lei Wuji stared at Tu Shanjun vigilantly.

The purple divine thunder of the Benlei Sword is like a thunder dragon wrapping around Lei Wuji's arm. His magic power is like moving his fingers, and with a slight movement of his mind, the purple divine thunder in his hand has already changed into the shape of a broad sword covering his arm.

Zhuang Hai hurriedly reminded: "Brother, be careful, the devil has tricks to disturb the mind."

He is a monk in the mid-stage of Jindan, and his state of mind is not to say that his heart is like still water, but it should be like a flat lake without ripples. However, when facing Tu Shanjun, he always feels that he has no strength to use.

A sword cultivator will not doubt himself, but once he starts to doubt himself, both his state of mind and sword will will decline rapidly, which will lead to a decline in his own strength.

Just like now, Zhuang Hai obviously has the power of the middle stage of Jindan, but he can only exert [-]% to [-]%.

There was already a gap, and now the gap is even wider.

Tu Shanjun secretly sighed.

With limited mana, he can only use some unappealable means to introduce the opponent into his fighting rhythm, so that he can reasonably distribute the predetermined mana under his control.

"The devil?"

Tu Shanjun murmured softly.

He hadn't heard this word from other monks for a long time.

……

"Those are two golden elixir masters, can the king win?" The monster who looked up looked worried, and even his voice was trembling, it was the trembling born of fear.

"Will do."

The monster couldn't help turning his head to look, and it was a dog monster who was talking.

The fourth level of Qi training is just enough to qualify as cannon fodder.

What he didn't expect was that there were quite a few demon cultivators and ghost cultivators who had such thoughts.

"Even if you face two Golden Core cultivators, the King will win." Short-mouthed with firm eyes, the feathers on his body looked like long robes, and half of them were dragging on the ground.He didn't care, he still stayed on the nodes of the formation base.

Tun Chan raised his head, stared at the sky, and said loudly: "The whole ship is ready..."

Two thousand demon soldiers and ghost soldiers, together with a post-foundation and two mid-stage demon cultivators, control the spirit boat together.As long as Tu Shanjun shows the slightest sign of decline, they will rush out of the magic circle in the spirit boat to resist the attack for Tu Shanjun.

All the ghosts and goblins in Daheishan know that Mr. Tushan is the backbone of Daheishan.

"True King of the Great Black Mountain, Mr. Tu Shan."

Malu said in a low voice, and as far as his eyes could see, a hundred thousand demon soldiers and ghost soldiers lined up in the big formation, reciting the name of Tu Shanjun, and providing Tu Shanjun with the power of demon incense and fire.

"Your Majesty, you must hold on." Nie Quanjiu broke into a sweat.

Regardless of the great momentum of Daheishan, in fact, less than [-]% of the preparations are made.

You can only rely on Tu Shanjun to defend against powerful enemies, but you can't integrate all the forces. The big formation can only defend and cannot counterattack.

There are still too many arrangements that have not been completed according to the original plan.

At least make it through this time.

……

"Zixiao rushes to the thunder!"

Lei Wuji's expression was solemn, and the imprint was formed in an instant.

He no longer had the heart to ask what the words in those words were.

Now that the war has started, there must be no indecision.

Even if the other party has any difficulties, they should ask after showing their strength.Otherwise, even if he asks, the other party may not be able to speak.

Or, after the other party said it, would he really believe it?
Needless to say, one should also be alert to whether the devil is using bewitching words to confuse people's minds.

The rushing purple torrent covered the sky above Dahei Mountain, as if the entire Lei Ze was hanging upside down in the sky, and the lightning beams turned into solid sword shadows, interweaving and finally converging into a huge thunder dragon composed of sword shadows.

"Heavenly seal."

"Jurisdiction."

"Galaxy Sky Constellation."

Zhuang Hai held out the star sword in his hand.

The magic weapon flying sword flew into the sky to stir up the wind and clouds, and the thunderclouds mixed with whirlpool storms exploded like fireworks.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned cloudy.

The sword shadows of heaven and earth formed the legal domain, and the turbidity turned into a deep indigo blue sky.

The galaxy above his head is brilliant, condensing different sword intents, every move and style is changing but there is no change, just like a galaxy, I don't know if it is flowing in front of him.

"The world of ignorance, open my Dharma eyes."

Tu Shanjun walked through the air.

The index finger and middle finger are combined as sword fingers, and the remaining three fingers are held empty.

The body leaned forward and appeared in front of Zhuang Hai.

"impossible!"

Zhuang Hai exclaimed, this is his legal domain, the opponent's strength is not only not affected, but stronger than outside.

It is no longer possible for him to lift the legal domain, so he can only choose to head-on.

However, Tu Shanjun, who turned Daheishan into an incense dojo, has appeared in front of Zhuang Hai.

The sword pointed at Zhuang Hai's forehead.

Zhuang Hai couldn't help raising his head, and looked at the red-haired ghost king who seemed to be flying down from the sky. The black Taoist robe on the devil's head was elegant and detached.

He was about to sacrifice his trump card, but he felt the shock of his consciousness, and the impact had arrived.

Immediately afterwards, there was darkness in front of my eyes.

"Senior brother!"

Tu Shanjun withdrew his empty palm, and said in a low voice: "He is not dead, as I said, I will spare your lives."

Lei Wuji should have rescued him in time, but at that moment he felt that he became very slow, very slow, as if he had an inexplicable separation from the world.

Unable to mobilize the spiritual energy of the whole body, the five senses and six senses are also frozen in a mess.

When he came back to his senses, Zhuang Hai had already fallen from the sky.

Looking at Bengkai's palm and arm, Tu Shanjun said in his heart, "It's really a risky act to use your body to perform that technique."

"It's more convenient to use a flying sword for two moments, and use your fingers as a sword to oppose harm to your body."

With the fall of Zhuang Hai, the Xinghe law domain also disappeared.

"Please go ahead."

After the words fell, Tu Shanjun turned around and walked towards Daheishan.

Lei Wuji, who supported Zhuang Hai, shouted and questioned: "Why do we have to destroy the Renzong sect? Those are two thousand living people, and they are human lives!"

Tu Shanjun, who took two steps, paused his steps and tilted his head slightly: "The competition for resources depends on each person's ability, even if most of Nanming Ridge is in the border of Dahei Mountain."

"Why kill my subordinate, cut off his limbs, and lock the Yinshen of life to make the formation foundation."

"Why recruited [-] civil servants, resulting in the death of more than [-] people and the injury of tens of thousands."

"The life of a monk is a life, but the life of a mortal is not a life?"

"Do you know that those 3000 people died, and how many families were displaced and swallowed by this billowing red dust."

"Do you think that three thousand is a number? That's three thousand lives."

Lei Wuji was stunned for a moment, speechless for a moment.

Because he didn't know what to refute.

Zhuang Hai, who was in a daze, regained consciousness a little, and said loudly: "This is all your one-sided words!"

"Hahaha."

Tu Shanjun burst out laughing.

He didn't continue talking.

The cry of the weak sounds too pale and fragile.

For monks, ordinary people are weak people who are not much stronger than ants.

"roll!"

Ghost roars.

The two of them were thrown hundreds of meters away from Sunset Mountain.

　The continuous update failed yesterday, and it will be updated tomorrow, trying to connect these two days for continuous update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)