I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 437 Surprise
Thousands of Yin gods in the soul streamer rose into the sky.

Under the impetus of mana, the rolled banners seem to have become a picture scroll, displayed in front of the banyan tree.And the black-bottomed red-edged streamer, and the main pole on which the skeleton and ghost hang, are hidden in the surrounding black mist.

The black mist transpired, overlapping to form a huge funnel cloud, and countless strange Yin gods were displayed above like soldiers, glaring at the banyan tree below.

"Hundred ghosts at night, I think it has already reached such a situation."

The red-haired evil spirit tore through the black mist in front of him, walked to the front of the banyan tree, followed by nine golden elixir masters who were burning with great coercion.

Hundreds of Yin gods followed closely and turned into a streak of light and shadow, and behind them were countless wandering air machines that seemed to eat black breath, as if covering the blow with hazy mist.

That is actually not fog, but the manifestation of the aura accompanied by Yinshen.

"Oh!"

The old dragon's claws exploded, and countless fragments fell from the sky like drizzle, and then the invisibility like an army gathered into a sharp light, passing in front of him.

Go straight to the huge leafy banyan tree behind you.

The old dragon roared and turned around.

The aura of the green gangster is like a tornado surrounded by swirling water, and the branches and leaves above the banyan tree sway together, and countless incense and vows gather to form a barrier, which seems to block it.

But that black ray of light didn't seem to be real, it passed through the aura of Qing Gang silently, and also passed through the barrier of incense, a corrosive aura struck, causing the banyan tree to shrink.

The light was so fast that the old dragon didn't even have time to react.

Suddenly, the huge banyan tree seemed to be impacted, and the boundless fallen leaves fell down, even the original green leaves and branches appeared withered.

"Boom!"

The wooden dragon exploded, and the originally condensed energy also disappeared.

Chixuan stared blankly at his [-]% mana that had been burned, and swallowed the Yinhun Pill of the later stage of Jindan to restore it, looked at the leaves scattered in the sky, and murmured: "This is the best The power of the magic weapon?"

"still is……?"

Grabbing the soul banner, traces of blood flowed out from the palm of his hand.

Chixuan turned a blind eye to Tu Shanjun who was standing still above, and the remaining Yin gods had already returned to the soul banner.He doesn't have that much mana to support, and now he needs to continue to recover.

"Don't hold back."

Tu Shanjun's heavy voice came, his voice was dignified, and there was no joy in injuring the old dragon.

Because he saw in the center of this huge banyan tree...

Boom!

The branches of the banyan tree parted.

Bronze coffins on the trunk of the frame revealing the central area.

This coffin is not big, but it looks quite complicated and elegant, and the simple and simple atmosphere that comes from it is enough to show that it is not an ordinary thing, with a different kind of vicissitudes.

The branches of the banyan tree pried open the coffin, and a steady stream of blue vitality flowed from the branches protruding into the coffin to supplement the body of the banyan tree.The banyan tree, which had already withered a little, has recovered to [-]-[-]% of its full bloom.

"The burial coffin?"

Tu Shanjun frowned, it doesn't matter the origin of this coffin is inexplicable, after all, no matter how powerful a magic weapon is, it needs someone to use it, and some magic weapons are not useful for attacking.

However, the most peculiar thing is that the things in the coffin can actually help the banyan tree recover most of its vitality.

Otherwise, Tu Shanjun's sneak attack is enough to make the old dragon lose [-]% chance of winning.

Then force the opponent to use the real Nascent Soul power to be pushed out by Dongtian.

Although there is no big victory, it should be settled down.

Tu Shanjun looked up at the white sun that had already manifested in the sky, and said secretly: "Sigh, Senior Jing has lost too many memories, and I can't tell Nielong's hole card. If I had known about this burial coffin, I should have pulled it out first. The coffin will use its means again."

It's no wonder that Mr. Jing is strange, after all, he has been sealed in the world for too long, and it is normal to forget things.

Last time, I told him that I got three treasures, one of which was the incense and Taoist seeds, and the other two were silent, probably this burial coffin was one of them.

Tu Shanjun was not discouraged, he turned his head to look at Chixuan, Chixuan who practiced in the later stage of Jindan was still able to support him to use his full strength, and there were ten Jindan masters in the magic weapon, so it might not be without their strength.

"At least he was injured, and it's time for a head-to-head battle."

The banyan tree that covered the sun and the sky recovered most of its vitality in a short while, and two wooden dragons formed again, which were divided into two sides like two arms.With a scowling look and a thunderous voice: "It's you."

"The devil!"

Although the banyan tree has no eyes, Tu Shanjun can still feel the burning gaze of the other party.The spiritual consciousness of the true king's level was firmly locked on his body, and the powerful spiritual consciousness seemed to be gathered into silk threads to bind him up.

"It's right here." Tu Shanjun clasped his hands, his long scarlet hair moved without wind, and the black Taoist robe on his body fluttered, but he still stared at the old dragon indifferently, freezing his breath around him and not uttering it.

"Damn you!!"

A roar hit the sky.

The aura that filled the cave sky turned into a big hand and enveloped it.

While the old dragon shouted, a divine body of incense and fire appeared in the branches of the banyan tree, but the divine body was not tall, only the size of an ordinary person, but the powerful coercion made Tu Shanjun's heart tremble.

Compressing the god body of Xianghuo to make it similar to an incarnation outside the body, and the old dragon used his cultivation base of Yuanying Zhenjun to control this god body, so that he could exert more strength without attracting Dongtian's attention.

"Sure enough, none of these old monsters are easy to deal with."

Tu Shanjun sealed and condensed the method, and said to Chixuan through sound transmission: "Let's start the killing array."

"Shifang Ghost King Killing Formation!"

The black Taoist robe on Tu Shanjun's body turned into a sacrificial robe, and the original fair face gradually revealed the true face of green face and fangs. The red pupils looked particularly terrifying against the whites of the black eyes.

The illusory flags on his back were condensed like a forest, the fangs in his mouth were sticking out of his lips, and the stern blue face greeted him. After staring directly at him for a long time, an inexplicable feeling of horror arose in his heart.

Tu Shanjun, with a green face and fangs, said softly.

"The ghost kings of the ten directions, today is considered to be all together."

The ten small chess pieces on the back are generally rooted inside the funeral scene peak, and as Chixuan waved the main flag, the ten small flags are connected to form a terrifying formation that solidifies the entire funeral scene peak together from top to bottom.

The big formation seems to be embedded in the mountain peak, and it seems to be parasitic in this huge incense formation.

The scarlet lines are intertwined, the black talismans are gathered together, and the pieces of black mist are transformed into fragments of the star formation, which are spliced ​​into a complete one under the series connection of ten small streamers.

Tu Shanjun performed seals, he did not look at the divine body condensed by the old dragon, but faced the huge banyan tree.

The Killing Formation of the Ghost King of the Ten Directions is no longer what it used to be.

Ten golden elixir yin gods sit in it, as long as the opponent is still in the realm of a master, he will be refined into a puddle of pus.

The strength that the old dragon can use is nothing more than the peak of Jindan and the rotten true meaning. Once other methods are used, they will inevitably be targeted by Dongtian.

Being squeezed out by the cave, it can be called a narrow escape.

"Entering my killing formation, cutting off the five senses and six consciousnesses, cutting off the brilliance of the golden core, damaging the breath of life, and eroding the body." Tu Shanjun waved the virtual banner in his hand, dancing like a witch, and jumped up to the big god.

As one after another order flags fell, the old dragon stopped in mid-air with its divine body hidden and stopped moving forward.

The old dragon who fell into the divine body felt that he could not hear, see, let alone feel, and had no way to release his consciousness, as if he was compressed in a cold and empty space, with nothing.

Even the originally shining body was covered by the black mist.

"Invincible at the same level?!"

The old dragon realized with horror that what he was facing might not be an ordinary monk at the peak of Jindan.

The means displayed by the other party, not to mention the general descendants of the great clan, even those so-called heaven's favored sons, seem to be not as invincible as the person in front of them.

The other party is likely to be the kind of genius that is rare in thousands of years.

It's a pity that his magic weapon has long been worn away by time, and the pills and talismans have been completely consumed. If he didn't survive by relying on the incense tree, he would have disappeared in time like those foundations.

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

The old dragon's consciousness broke away from the divine body, and stared at Tu Shanjun who had activated the formation.After all, he didn't have the background that he used to have, and he couldn't fight against the genius with rich social status.

However, this does not mean that he has to accept his fate.

He still has the background to use, and he still has the last resort.

Chi Xuan was madly eating the elixir that restores mana.

Those golden elixirs that would be scrambled outside were thrown into his mouth like jelly beans.He may not have realized the preciousness of the elixir, but he has seen Tu Shanjun's true strength.

He resisted Nascent Soul True Monarch head-on and remained undefeated.

The opponent may not be able to use his full strength because of the threat of Dongtian, but Zhenjun Yuanying is Zhenjun Yuanying, and the opponent's methods are far beyond the peak of Jindan.

In the hands of Zhenjun Yuanying, the peak Jindan is just a monk who has not taken the second step.

This time, I am really amazed!
Before Chixuan could express anything, the old dragon had already restarted the formation in the mountain, and then the entire imperial capital turned into a huge formation that absorbed incense: "The incense of heaven and earth, enter my urn."

The vast incense sticks hang down from above like the sky overturning water.

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed: "Good job."

Chi Xuan, who sits in the big formation and is also protected by the formation, is obviously aware of this, and hastened to open the soul-respecting banner behind him, and the huge banner diverges a few percent of the incense pillar above.

The two stalemate like this.

a while.

"Boom!"

The white sun in the sky vibrated, and a condensed white light penetrated the golden incense, which also seemed to tear apart the huge power of the two sides, splitting the aura and mighty aura in front of them.

A figure came out from the split crack.

It was a very generous-looking monk in a robe, walking over with a smile on his face.

Chi Xuan in the big formation exclaimed: "Senior Jing!"

"Senior Jing..."

"Quick, help the real person!"

It's just that Old Monster Jing, who escaped from the white light, turned a deaf ear to it, turned into light and rushed into the banyan tree, his figure appeared above the burial coffin, his eyes were full of eagerness and madness: "Finally, finally let me come back!"

While speaking, he grabbed the lid of the coffin in front of him.

Keng.

Most of the big cover of the coffin is embedded in the mountain.

The old dragon who was in a stalemate with Tu Shanjun was furious, and his whole body responded like thunder: "Old man, dare you!!!"

(End of this chapter)