I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 354
As soon as the secret method was opened, the black air evaporated and lingered, turning into a soaring light.

The sky above turned into pitch black, and the earth below turned into a gloomy underworld.

Flowing magma surged all over Sky Ghost King's body, and the iron rod in his hand cracked when he was connected to the black rock, and the bursting fire burst out and surrounded his side.

Unexpectedly, the Heavenly Ghost King was actually a fire monk.

Nether fire, green and oily.

As the breath rose, the Heavenly Ghost King waved the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand.

Tu Shanjun, who was dressed in a grand sacrificial attire, showed the small flags behind him, his eyes had no other consciousness at all, only the purest fighting instinct was left, and even the fighting skills were supported by killing intent.

Therefore, when the spell was cast, there was only a soft whisper, echoing around.

"kill."

The Heavenly Ghost King who had cast the secret method shouted loudly, his mana supported his body, and the magic weapon in his hand turned into a long column in an instant, and then expanded again, looking like a cylindrical mountain range.

The other end of the mountain range was held in the hands of the Heavenly Ghost King.

"what!"

straight stick,

Opposed to that vast punch.

At the same time as the air engines collided, they collided.

boom! ! !
Supported by the killing intent, Tu Shanjun combined with his hundred-foot-high body, punched with all his strength, and the columned mountain range transformed by the magic weapon's long stick collapsed instantly, and turned into lava scattered in all directions under the vigorous strangulation of the fist.

Boom boom boom.

Even if the Heavenly Ghost King stands on the ground of Nether, with his back against Nether.

The magic weapon kept overlapping and growing, and the moment the mountain was shattered, it grew under the urging of mana, and it still couldn't resist Tu Shanjun's pace.

gravel, mountains...

Burning fireworks.

And the magic weapon fragments wrapped in mana.

Sky Ghost King looked at the fist that was getting closer, and shouted: "You Ming, help me!"

As an elf born in the dark, he should be the darling of this land.In the past, no matter what he did, everything went smoothly, as if the opportunity was prepared for him, just waiting for him to take it.

This is the first half of his life.

very smooth.

But this time, when he called the world under his feet again, he found that he didn't feel that way anymore.

"why?!

"The Heavenly Ghost King has a hideous face.

He didn't know why, but Tu Shanjun's attack was imminent, so he couldn't allow him to think too much, so he could only meet the enemy first.

"Boom."

One punch to the world,

One hundred thousand mountains and rivers are wide.

The upper and lower dark territories condensed by the Heavenly Ghost King were pierced by a punch.

With the sweeping movement of the horizontal fist, the territory of the Heavenly Ghost King is like a deflated ball without any strength or hindrance, and can only be turned into dust in the wind with the surging wind of the fist.

The strange body in the sacrificial armor slowly raised his head.

His pitch-black eyes fixed on the Heavenly Ghost King, his horns protruded, and a small flag fluttered behind his back. He stared at everything sternly, and whispered softly, "I am the true god in this world!"

One hundred thousand miles of the Great Montenegro.

Mountains and rivers are all of the same strength, and all people are united.

How could heaven and earth respond to the Heavenly Ghost King?

To respond is to respond to God.

Mr. Tu Shan!
"Heavenly seal."

Tu Shanjun murmured softly, and his bluish-white ghost hand quickly formed a seal.As the magic power circulated, a black and red light curtain rose from his body, covering the world where they were fighting in an instant.

"Jurisdiction."

"Death realm of the gods."

Thousands of shrines, candles fluttering.

Tu Shanjun stepped into the air, raised the small flag in his hand, and began to dance with his already weird body in a strange and strange posture.

A huge word 'death' suddenly appeared on the face of the Heavenly Ghost King.

A nine-foot shrine rises behind the Heavenly Ghost King.

Insufficient mana, he needs to kill the Heavenly Ghost King as soon as possible.

In fact, there is not much consciousness left in Tu Shanjun now.

There is only a voice in his heart urging him to end the battle as soon as possible, and then return to help Daheishan. The monk who calculated Daheishan and the monks beside him are not ordinary people.

……

The Faceless Ghost stared at the magic circle in front of him and the overall defense of Daheishan.

He couldn't help but nodded in praise and said: "It's really hard to imagine, this is a newly rising force, if you give him hundreds of years to accumulate foundation, it may be another Yangcheng."

"Yimu, let's do it." As he spoke, he tilted his head and said to the late Jindan cultivator beside him.

The late Jindan cultivator beside him took out the magic weapon feather fan.

At this level, it's like the fake alchemy is contained in the peak of foundation establishment, and the best magic weapon is only the top of the top-grade list, and it will not be divided separately.

But the feather fan in his hand can indeed be called the ultimate magic weapon.

It is indeed a sharp weapon.

It is much easier to use than the standard instruments of Wanfazong.

Anmu waved the flame-burning luan fan, and the flames intensified, and immediately scalded a small gap in the already unstable inner formation, and the two of them walked in the moment the gap appeared.

The self-healing array quickly filled the gaps.

Covered by the late Jindan monks, Nie Quanjiu, who was in charge of the formation, felt the formation was shaking and his aura was flickering. He didn't know that a monk had already mixed in, and he was still such a powerful monk.

"Look separately." The Faceless Ghost looked at Anmu.

Yan Mu curled his lips, although the Faceless Ghost had a good mind, but his cultivation was not enough, he was only at the early stage of Golden Core, so he said frankly: "If we split up, I can't take care of you."

Faceless smiled indifferently: "No need, the most important thing is to find that child."

After planning for so long, I can't make a wedding dress for others.

Thinking of this, he looked back at the fighting skills of the two peak cultivators, and sighed: "It's true that the world and the earth are all at the same time, Tu Shanjun actually relied on a madness to let the unknown body help him. From this point of view, the Heavenly Ghost King is not If you take out some things from the box, your life is probably hanging in the balance."

An Mu sneered and said, "This is what he chose."

He also said rather distressedly: "The inheritance of the manuscript is a reflection of the experience of the Pope Yuanying Great Cultivator. It is a powerful foundation. There is also a formula for the elixir of becoming an infant, and the core of the Jiuyang Yuansheng fruit."

"At such a high price, you can invite a monk with true intentions to take action, so why invite him."

"Compared to him, the one in the depths of Netherland is the real strong one."

The Faceless Ghost shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Who said he will be able to take away the whole thing? By whom, by himself, or by those golden cores who have been scared away long ago?"

Yan Mu's eyes lit up: "You already knew that Mr. Tu Shan is not easy to deal with!"

"I used to, but I met him."

The Faceless Ghost didn't answer yes or no, and lightly moved the subject away.

Then, the two parted ways and left.

……

"Heavenly seal."

The Heavenly Ghost King has discovered his weakness.

But he knew that Tu Shanjun's situation would not last long, this was common sense.The more powerful the secret technique is, the more difficult it is to support, as long as it survives the most difficult moment, it is enough.

Thinking about it now, I am really upset.

It's not that he was annoyed at his own shot, but that he underestimated Tu Shanjun.

"Gu Xianlou knew very little about Mr. Tu Shan, and the Faceless Ghost didn't tell the truth. '

The thought flashed, and the black twilight energy swept across, snatching half of the whole world again.

"Jurisdiction."

"The Ghost King's Mansion."

The Heavenly Ghost King's seal is complete, surrounded by mountains, and behind him is a huge palace complex.

His legal domain is the epitome of a small world. If you look carefully, you will find that it seems to be a nether world.To say the same is very different.

The territory expanded, and the palace group behind him slowly manifested.

On the long and huge stone bridge, there were only two figures left.

The Heavenly Ghost King stood on one side of the bridge, while Tu Shanjun, with dark eyes, stood on the other side of the bridge.

This bridge occupies at least [-]-[-]% of the entire jurisdiction.

……

Although Tu Shanjun's real strength has not yet reached the peak of the golden core, but with the blessing of many combat powers, and the situation where the mountain and river god body is manifested and standing, his strength has already reached the peak of the golden core.

Today's him is even stronger than that day when he fought against the Tianji Sword Master of Sunset Mountain.

Feng Chengyin is the kind of Zongmen cultivator who goes smoothly, perhaps he has not experienced many life-and-death crises in his life.

Tu Shanjun was different, he struggled on the edge when he was weak, and even died several times in the fighting, this kind of experience was never possessed by anyone.

The sense of smell for fighting is naturally different, and it is more desperate.

Two peak cultivators clashed in the sky.

The roaring sound was louder than ordinary thunder.

That is to say, they are in the legal domain, and they can let go of their hands and feet to display their own cultivation.

At the end of the bridge, the Heavenly Ghost King shouted, "How dare you step on the bridge of death and fight with this king."

Tu Shanjun turned his head slightly, without any emotion in his pitch-black eyes, and danced strangely by himself.

The candles in the shrine that had already stood upright were long.

Countless black silk threads gushed out and wrapped around the body of the Heavenly Ghost King.

I don't know if it's Tu Shanjun's lack of strength or lack of mana. Even if this body's strength is extraordinary, the shrine still hasn't pulled out the ghost king's ghost.

Jindan Peak is indeed different from the monks he has dealt with before.

Xu realized that Tu Shanjun, who was six feet tall, stepped on this ancient long bridge.

One step falls, and the footprints manifest.

The ghost king laughed out loud.

This is the strength of his legal domain. The monks who set foot on the bridge will be dragged down by him. When they walk in front of him, they will lose [-]% to [-]% of their strength. How can they be his opponents.

It's just that he couldn't smile in the blink of an eye.

The sound stopped abruptly, like a goose being strangled by the neck.

Although the person in front of him walked very slowly, he walked extremely steadily, and his footprints did not stop him too much.

a while.

Tu Shanjun has already walked halfway.

The Ghost King roared angrily: "The Ghost King's Mansion, Miesheng Bridge, how could it not be able to drag his body."

"What the hell is that thing?!"

In fact, he didn't see that every time he walked, there was a faint shadow left behind.

It's not that the Miesheng Bridge is useless, but because Zun Hun Banner is not afraid of such a strange place to keep the Yin God.

Since you are affected, then leave Yinshen with you.

After a while, Tu Shanjun appeared in front of the Heavenly Ghost King.

The black silk thread of the shrine behind him fixed the Heavenly Ghost King, which gave Tu Shanjun a chance to make a move.

There is no need to consider other things at all.

With a flick of the finger, he took out the black seal in the sea of ​​consciousness.

While the mana was surging, the seal was good at facing the wind, and was held in Tu Shanjun's hand.

Then raise your arms.

According to the head of the ghost king, he slapped it fiercely.

(End of this chapter)