I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 436 Dragon Slaying
"Jurisdiction."

Red prairie fire, raging flames.

Cover all sides completely.

It also wraps the entire top of the funeral scene peak.

From the outside, the legal domain is not big, but the space within the legal domain depends on the mana of the caster. As long as the mana can support it, it can be extended to the ends of the world, or even further away.

"The Ten Thousand Laws Criminal Jurisdiction."

Chi Xuan stood proudly in the center of the legal domain.

The huge Immortal-Zhan Dao hangs upside down from the sky, and the corresponding one is the Immortal-Zhan Hengtai, which is lifted from the ground like the foundation of the sky.

The entire legal domain is like a guillotine that spreads its net.

This is the legal domain that Chixuan cultivated step by step.

He has no extraordinary understanding, so he has no way to evolve his Dao Heart into a complete legal domain.It is only possible to use the Wanfa Huozhu Sutra to cultivate a legal domain based on the Wanfazong but with the characteristics of a personal Huode monk.

Of course, unless the sky is a genius, epiphany is perfect.Otherwise, it is impossible for any self-enlightened law to be as perfect as Da Zongmen's exercises.

Just like Tu Shanjun's self-enlightened legal domain, it is still incomplete and incomplete.The disciples of the great sect are different, because the scriptures are complete, and the Dharma Domain will comprehend and complete them based on the foundation of the scriptures.

Rather than saying that this is Chixuan's legal domain, it is better to say that this is a legal domain with a strong color of Wanfazong.

"The golden core law domain of Wanfazong."

Tu Shanjun in the soul streamer murmured softly.

Although it is a pity that Chixuan did not understand his own legal domain, such a complete and long-inherited legal domain has surpassed most immortal cultivators in the world.

The judicial domain is like a guillotine.

The base is a fairy platform, and a chopping knife is hung on it, which means to chop off immortals.

All monks who interfere in the mortal world must go to the Immortal Severing Terrace.Of course, many monks were exterminated without even being able to see the legal domain of Wan Fazong.

Chi Xuan opened his eyes, and the pillar of fire burst out from the eyes.

When the light fell on the guillotine, it ignited, and the original golden Zhanxiantai was covered in flames, and the fire dragon coiled on the Zhanxiantai flew into the air and roared as if it had come to life.

The twelve fire dragons are like twelve chains wrapped around the guillotine hanging above.

Accompanied by the sound of the chain being dragged.

The Immortal Slaying Knife hanging high above landed on the ring of the platform base with a clang.

The fire dragon bit it, and at the same time as Chixuan's mana was poured in, the Immortal Slashing Knife was slowly raised, and a sharp cold light suddenly appeared, and the wind that blew past seemed to become pieces of sharp steel knives and iron pieces.

The old dragon who originally wanted to hold Chixuan in his hands retracted his dragon claws in surprise, looked down, and saw that the dragon claws covered with dragon scales were already covered with wounds, and blood slowly flowed down the tiny wounds.

"The follower of Wanfazong."

"Little baby, who are you?!" The old dragon backed away violently, and asked sharply, the blue light aura propped up a huge dharma mask, blocking the saber aura that seemed to have formed a substance.

"Poverty, Zhang Tianbao."

"Come to kill the blue dragon!"

Chixuan shouted loudly, the soul banner in his hand was ignited with red light under the influence of his fire virtue and mana, connecting with him up and down, and meeting with the huge immortal chopping platform hanging in the air.

At this moment, the legal domain is his weapon.

Flying body landed on the high-hanging Sendai.

The soul banner in his hand fell down, and Chi Xuan sat cross-legged, leaning on the soul banner with his back, resisting the old dragon's withered glory with Tu Shanjun's soul-swallowing true intention, the magic robe was lit up, and the whole body was spinning.

The power was charged instantly, and the divine light burst into the huge vision behind him.

Chi Xuan opened his eyes violently.

The Zhanxiantai behind him has come behind the old dragon, and the iron chains of the twelve fire dragons are wrapped around the old dragon's body, twisted into the dragon scales to lock the dragon's body, and the chains shrink rapidly at the moment when the Chixuan technique echoes.

Boom!

The huge dragon head was chained to the guillotine at the base of Zhanxiantai.

The mirror-smooth knife surface of the Immortal Slaying Guillotine reflected the old dragon's head and slightly panicked expression.

The big seal formed by Chi Xuan's hands was crooked, and the seal formed by his hands was also trembling, his cheeks kept heaving, and even the blood from his gums crushed flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Blood burning."

The blood flowing out was ignited by the red flame, but it did not weaken Chi Xuan's aura, but raised it to another level, the burning of mana mixed with the burning of the monk's blood.

The sky over the entire legal domain was dyed red by this red color.

Chixuan paused every single word, and recited the mantra that urged him to kill the immortal platform: "Thousands of Taoism, ten thousand kinds of longevity, from now on, immortals and ordinary people will not be hindered, and the Tao will walk alone. True cultivation outside the world, don't disturb the world of mortals, don't say it Unexpectedly, the torture platform will kill your true spirit!"

"Cut the Immortal Terrace."

Accompanied by Chi Xuan's loud chant, the guillotine, dragged by the fire dragon, turned into overlapping blade shadows above the old dragon's neck.

This one cut turns into three cuts.

Cut the body, cut the god, cut the true spirit.

After the three cuts, the Golden Core Grandmaster of the same realm will also die.

The ear-piercing sound of the guillotine rising and falling filled the ears of the old dragon, and a huge coercion was condensed in the legal domain.

Cultivator Wanfa Huode's profound strength is fully reflected at this time, even if he faces a monk with a stronger artistic conception, he still drags him into the Zhanxiantai.

The old dragon's pupils shrank, and the opening of this technique became the opportunity for Zhang Tianbao to cast his technique. Grasping his two techniques to link up and unfold the golden core domain, it was still such a domineering Zhanxiantai.

Wan Fazong's exercises were originally aimed at many monks, and his wood attribute was restrained by Huo De, so he fell into the legal domain without checking for a while, and was locked in the huge vision of the evolution of the legal domain.

The towering banyan tree behind him shone brightly, and the wooden dragon kept struggling.

And every time he struggled, the twelve fire dragon chains biting his body tightened a little, crushing the dragon scales on his body, and embedded them in his huge body, like a giant python that was bound and tied up, and it didn't want to let go.

Despite the critical situation, the claws still did not form other spells.

"Slash, dragon!"

Chixuan roared loudly, the huge pressure of restraining the wooden dragon made blood flow out of his seven orifices, and with the roar, the huge guillotine was no longer involved.

Qinggang is like paper paste, Qi machine is like muddy water, it can't stop the slashing of the immortal guillotine.

bass! ! !
It was so fast that the knife light could not be seen at all.

In an instant, the Immortal Slaying Guillotine fell from above, and immediately after, the huge dragon head of the wooden dragon fell off his body.With his eyes wide open, he rolled aside like a prisoner's head beheaded by an executioner.

As soon as he cut it down, the mana aura rising around him and the huge coercion subsided instantly, and the true meaning of Ku Rong that acted on his body also disappeared.

Without such pressure, Chi Xuan couldn't help but let out a mouthful of bloody breath.

cough cough.

He coughed twice to spit out the blood simmering in his chest.

Chi Xuan's body relaxed a lot, the feeling just now was like a taut string, which would break at any moment.He asked softly: "Could it be that he is bluffing..."

"Look carefully."

Tu Shanjun's dignified voice sounded beside him.

Chi Xuan took a closer look, and found that the huge dragon head hanging down on the Zhanxian Platform was not made of flesh and blood. Although there was blood, it did not have the texture of flesh and blood.

If it is similar to anything, it should be the same material as the tree.

This is not what surprised Chi Xuan the most, what surprised him even more was that Mulong's body was the same as those people who had strange diseases he had rescued.

"This..." Chi Xuan widened his eyes and took two steps back.

Just as the shrouded consciousness changed, a huge banyan tree branch fell from the sky, pierced through Chixuan's domain, and slapped it heavily to the ground.

The stellar hood around Chixuan's body was covered with cracks, and the aura on his body became weak.

puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and even dropped the magic treasure Zunhun Banner in his hand and dropped it aside.

Just as he was about to make a move, the huge dragon head that fell with him opened his eyes, flew towards Chi Xuan, opened his mouth that was big enough to swallow a mountain, swallowed it in one gulp, and locked it inside the dragon head. middle.

"Little baby, do you think you can kill me?"

Humming and shaking, the huge banyan tree trembled slightly, and then another wooden dragon poked out from the banyan tree, which was the same as the original old dragon, even the breath was the same.

The twin monks couldn't cultivate the same aura, but the old dragon in front of him had the same aura and even the same appearance.

Tu Shanjun looked a little more anxious: "I should have known earlier that this old dragon is definitely not the real body."

"The main body is the banyan tree that collects the incense in the cave."

"No wonder, no wonder he can live for so long. He simply abandoned his body and used an unknown secret method to turn himself into this incense seed. That's why he can live for so long!"

"Chi Xuan, how are you?"

Then there was no response for a long time, Tu Shanjun frowned and his heart was heavy.

If it wasn't for being able to sense Chi Xuan's aura, maybe Tu Shanjun would have disregarded the plan and mobilized his mana, appearing in his real body to confront the old dragon.

But they can't do that yet.

If Tu Shanjun's army can't play to the best effect, they will definitely not be able to defeat Mulong.

As for what Senior Jing said about delaying for a quarter of an hour, Mr. Tu Shan didn't care.

Although Old Monster Jing is half of Tu Shanjun's master and has won Tu Shanjun's respect, how much strength can this sealed body and Yinshen, who is so broken that he can't recognize it, show his strength.

In the end, we can't say that we have to die together.

Therefore, Tu Shanjun only thinks that he can win the game if he waits for a quarter of an hour, but he can't completely rely on it.

The only thing a monk needs to rely on is his own strength.

"Oh!"

The dragon's head exploded, and Chi Xuan, with disheveled hair, limped out, tried his best to support his body, and said through voice transmission: "Relax, I won't die yet."

The elixir for healing and restoring mana has already been swallowed by him and turned into a majestic medicinal power.

"Fortunately, with Chitianjun, Dharma, and the injuries of this body, I finally figured out the details of this old dragon."

"Next, leave it to the real person."

Chixuan stretched out his hand to pick up the scattered soul banners, but unexpectedly, a green wood dragon claw took the lead to pick up the soul banners at the side.

"You don't understand how to use this magic weapon, let me teach you how to use it."

Chi Xuan grinned, he had been waiting for this moment for so long.

Vast mana surged through his meridians.

Shouting and roaring, the group formed a seal: "Ten thousand ghosts travel at night!!!"

(End of this chapter)