I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 444 Thunder Tribulation
The old dragon suffered a lot.

The strength of these three Golden Core Grandmasters is extraordinary.

It seemed that they couldn't compare to the great sect geniuses he had seen in the Eastern Desolation Realm, and they were all the cornerstone figures of the first-class sects when they were released.This kind of cultivation base is already rare, and I will return three of them.

If it weren't for his own cultivation base in the Yuanying realm, he might have already lost.

Especially when there is a complete and prosperous Nascent Soul True Monarch watching over him, making it impossible for him to display his true powers.Otherwise, facing only these three Golden Core Grandmasters, there is still a chance to use escape techniques and leave.

The ripples were wiped away by the spirit chariot as soon as they appeared, and did not affect the hundreds of foundation-building monks behind them.The monks of the Wanfa Sect behind them stared at the fight intently, for fear of missing any important details.

Such a scene where three Jindan masters beat up one person is not common, and when they return to the sect, they can also be used as talking points to brag about with their brothers and sisters.

More is to feel the master's shot, observe the operation of the golden core monk's mana, maybe some of them will have the opportunity to understand it, and then have a better chance of winning when the golden core turns into a robbery in the future.

"Is this cultivator really Yuanying Zhenjun?"

The foundation builders in the formation frowned and discussed with their fellow disciples beside them.This method does not seem to be as powerful as the rumors, and the three teachers did not use their full strength.

"Since the master said yes, then it must be."

While speaking, he glanced at the Flood Dragon Chariot, his eyes full of reverence.The ancestor in the chariot is the real Yuanying Zhenjun. They have seen the ancestor from afar in important ceremonies.

Another foundation-building cultivator in the fake alchemy realm lowered his voice: "The aura is at most golden alchemy, and it should have used the method of seizing the house. Our three elders are all masters, and it doesn't look like it is normal."

"I heard that we have to wait for the youngest uncle."

"Uncle Tu Shan's strength... tsk tsk."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator who interrupted had a look of admiration on his face.Their little master uncle is really legendary. When he started, there were three gold core demon cultivators who supported him.

After ten years of Kungfu Core Formation success, he even ranked among the top five of the 36 peaks, and one or two elders in the late stage of Golden Core were willing to bow down and give up their rankings.

While everyone was talking, there was a rumble in the sky.

It was like thousands of thunderclaps blasting out of the air.

The purple light turned into a rainbow and scattered the clouds in all directions.

Accompanied by the gathering of thunder, a figure in a purple robe appeared in front of everyone.

Thunder surrounds.

The scarlet red hair was casually scattered, the face was pure and stern, the eyebrows and eyes were like mountains and rivers, and the horizontal folds showed the picturesque scenery of the mountains and rivers.He was really a powerful Jindan Grandmaster with a beautiful face and a strong aura.

"Master uncle is mighty."

"Master Uncle Shenwei!"

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators lined up behind them shouted loudly, as if they were fans of Tu Shan's stunned brothers and sisters.

It has to be said that Brother Lei Lingen's escaping light is indeed quite strange.
Wan Jun and Thunder accompanied him on the way.

The Golden Core cultivator who was fighting the old dragon said with a smile: "This is not here."

"Junior Sister, come quickly!"

Tu Shan Jinghong, who came here just now with the thunder of the gods, frowned, this is not as urgent as his senior brother said, how could he be so anxious during the transmission of the letter.

Isn't it just to besiege a late Jindan cultivator who looks strange? .

Tu Shan Jinghong's eyes lit up, this is not like the late Jindan period.

But she didn't say much, she bowed her hands to the dragon chariot and said: "Master, the disciple is late."

The voice of Yuanying Zhenjun in the chariot suddenly became a little more kind: "It's okay, this old dragon doesn't know what kind of method he used to take away the Golden Core cultivator, it's still quite difficult to deal with, Jinghong, be careful .”

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle." Tu Shan Jinghong thanked and turned his eyes to Lao Long.

The old dragon's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Here comes another Brother Lei Fa, who looks solid and doesn't look like a young man.

Without a magic weapon, the display of strength is extremely limited.

Speaking of the magic weapon, the old dragon immediately looked at the black seal behind the crack covered by the beam of breath light.If he can get this magic weapon, and hold this female doll who appeared with the Thunder Tunnel hostage, maybe he still has a chance.

Thinking of this, the old dragon turned back directly, rushed in front of the beam of light in an instant, and stretched out his palm to touch the black seal.

The three Golden Core Grandmasters of Wanfazong joined forces to force the old dragon back.

Seeing that black seal, Tu Shan Jinghong frowned.

Why did she find that thing so familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it for a while.

The memory of Jindan cultivator made her fall into the memory quickly, searching for the memory about that magic weapon.

The old dragon roared angrily, and his palms turned into dragon claws to grab the magic weapon.

At this moment, the red light turned into a blade and passed in front of him. With a palm, it hit the old dragon's chest heavily.With a bang, the old dragon's chest collapsed and cracked slightly.

The huge force also shook the old dragon far away, and fell into the siege of the three Wanfazong Golden Core monks again.

A slightly pale hand stretched out from the red light, tightly clenched the seal, turned the palm over, and the seal turned into a black ray of light and flew into the center of the man's forehead and brow.

The great accident and the usage of the magic weapon brought Tu Shan back to his senses. She stared at the person walking out of the red beam of light, and said in a low voice: "That thing, that thing is..."

The person walking out of the beam of light was dressed in a red robe, his face was full of vicissitudes, and his dim eyes were full of fatigue and endless sadness.

Coupled with the unshaven beard, he looks quite downcast.

"careful!"

The cultivator in the dragon chariot reminded that the spiritual consciousness and the coercive air mechanism turned into a barrier, blocking the strong and substantial evil spirit emanating from the person in front of him, and also made the three golden core masters a little more nervous.

The person who reminded them was the Patriarch of the sect, one of the few Nascent Soul True Monarchs in Xiaohuangyu.

When the old dragon came out just now, the ancestor didn't speak.

No matter how disabled the old dragon is, he still has the background of Yuanying Zhenjun.

Could it be that the new monks are stronger than the old dragons?

The eyes of the man in the red robe turned back to look at the old dragon from a state of indifference, his tired eyes were occupied by sternness: "Why didn't you die, you know, I was just a little bit, just a little bit!"

"Old monster Jing mistook me, and you old bastard also mistook me!" Tu Shanjun's face was a little more ferocious, and he roared in a low voice, like the roar of an evil spirit.

When will Mr. Tu Shan need his apprentice to sacrifice his life.

The last direct disciple was that he didn't have enough strength, which made him hurt Yuanyuan, so that he died on the way to Taoism.

Chi Xuan was not liked by him at the beginning, but after so many years, Chi Xuan respected him from the bottom of his heart, and even gave him his life to overcome the catastrophe.

He, Mr. Tu Shan, obviously had a chance to save Chixuan, and his strength was sufficient, but he was still constrained, so that he missed the best opportunity, and could only watch helplessly as this apprentice, who was too late to accept, committed suicide here and fell into the soul banner.

Even if Chixuan died in a battle or a breakthrough, although Tu Shanjun would feel sorry, he would not feel too sad.

Chi Xuan fulfilled him with his life.

What Tu Shanjun pursues is to kill for life, pay for debts, repay kindness for kindness, and revenge for revenge.

The same goes for apprentices.

He doesn't like others to pay so much for him, which will make him unable to accept everything with peace of mind.

It is right for the master to protect the apprentice, and it is also right for the apprentice to repay the teacher's kindness, but you should not use your young life!

"what."

"Death to me!"

While Tu Shanjun roared, he mobilized his mana, and the soul banner in his palm turned into Zhangxu, covering the old dragon and the three golden pills of Wanfazong, and he was about to sacrifice the ghost king of ten directions to kill life.

"Om."

A breath barrier protected the three Golden Core cultivators.

At the same time, Zhenjun Yuanying, who was sitting in the dragon chariot, stepped out, grabbed the old dragon in his hand, and killed him with one palm. token.

Then he stared at the sky solemnly, and then set his eyes on the red-haired monk.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the red-robed monks, but that there was a thunderstorm gathering in the sky, and it might be completed in a moment or two.This majestic momentum is especially like the thunder catastrophe faced by Jindan Grandmaster Dujiecheng Yuanying.

Tu Shanjun, who lost his target, looked at Yuanying Zhenjun of Wanfazong, and asked sharply: "What do you mean, Yuanying who handed over the old thing."

The Jindan master of Wanfazong retorted angrily: "Bold, you dare to disrespect the ancestors of my sect."

Tu Shanjun didn't even turn his eyes, and sneered: "I don't care who you are, this old thing must die in my hands, Yuanying and Yinshen, I want it!"

"you……"

Yuanying Zhenjun of Wanfazong waved his hand to stop the words of his own Jindan, and said instead: "Daoist friend, Jiaocang Zhenjun Ao Xin disrupted the order of the immortals. Maybe you have some grudges with him, but my Wanfazong must Let him be punished."

"Wanfa sect?"

"Wanfazong!"

Tu Shanjun seemed to think of something, and roared: "You are so powerful, why don't you go to Xiaodongtian and kill him, why wait for him to come out."

"Go to Xiaodongtian and kill him, my apprentice will not die."

"Why didn't you send someone to Xiaodongtian?!"

Yuanying Zhenjun was stunned for a moment, opened a golden token, clicked on a seemingly illusory list, and said as if he was looking for something: "There are monks in my sect in the cave."

"The dao name is Chixuan, and the name is... Zhang Tianbao."

"Practice is the Sutra of Ten Thousand Laws and Fire."

"Zhang Tianbao?!" Tu Shanjun repeated in a stunned murmur.

Yuanying Zhenjun's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Tu Shanjun's head, causing him to stagger two steps and open his mouth wide, but no sound came out, only the slight and hoarse sound of holding his breath.

He is a Dazheng who comprehends the true meaning at the peak of Jindan and can't even speak.

Wait until he can finally cry out.

Tu Shanjun shouted: "Zhang Tianbao!"

"Zhang Tianbao is my apprentice."

"It's my apprentice."

"Not your disciples of Wanfazong, not your disciples of Wanfazong."

"He is my apprentice!!!"

His furious hair scattered, while Tu Shanjun roared up to the sky, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and the majestic coercion gathered.After hearing the news, the creatures scattered in all directions did not dare to face the thunder calamity, it was still such a terrifying thunder calamity.

Tu Shanjun yelled: "If you have the ability to kill me!"

With a wave of his palm, the soul banner fell into his hand, turning into a black barrier to protect him in the center.

It's time for him to cross the catastrophe.

"That's my father's magic weapon!" The ethereal and deafening familiar voice rang in Tu Shanjun's ears, making Tu Shanjun, who was urging the magic weapon, couldn't help but look sideways.

(End of this chapter)