I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 446
Tu Shanjun's escape speed is astonishingly fast, even if Tu Shan Jinghong uses his escape technique with all his strength, he will never be able to catch up.

The late Wanfazong Jindan cultivator who was chasing after him also had a hard time chasing him. Fortunately, there were thunder clouds from thousands of miles away to point him in the direction, otherwise he might have lost track of him.

The cloud of thunder calamity stretching thousands of miles is a good lighthouse.

The uncle asked him to catch up, not only for the magic weapon, but also to see if the thunder calamity would spread to the world.

However, Master Changshui felt that something was wrong looking at this route. This was not going to the secular world, but it seemed to be going to an even less populated place.

Without thinking too much, he mobilized his mana and continued to follow.

As time went by, Tu Shanjun's complexion became a little darker.

It's not that the thundercloud above is about to fall, but it means that the thundercloud has not yet fallen, and is still condensing. It has stretched from the original thousand miles to a thousand or two hundred miles, and continues to condense.

Tu Shanjun can clearly feel that there is a faint air between heaven and earth locking him. This air is very faint, but it seems like it is bound to his body and cannot be shaken off.

Another quarter of an hour.

The thunderclouds above have accumulated for [-] miles.

Tu Shanjun could no longer fly away, because the thundercloud had already had an electric arc falling from above, zigzagging on his body, even though this electric arc was very small, it also showed that the thundercloud had almost accumulated.

"It should be fine here."

Instead of continuing to run, he began to arrange formations.

"here it is……"

Master Changshui looked at the boundary marker in the distance in surprise. This is the junction of the Blood Fiend Sect and the Corpse Demon Sect. It is only a million miles away from the Blood Fiend Sect. Far.

If the person who crossed the catastrophe was more ruthless and ran directly above the gate of the Blood Fiend Sect, it is estimated that the entire Blood Fiend Sect would be involved.

However, as long as there is still a sane person who still has hope, he does not do this.

Lei Jie may not be able to kill the disciples of the great sect.

They have high-strength monks to take action, and they have a large formation that can stand for a thousand years to resist, but the monks who attract the thunder disaster will inevitably die in the superposition of the thunder disaster.

When the person who crosses the tribulation dies, the thunderclouds in the sky will dissipate accordingly.

But it's really a good place.

The junction of the Corpse Demon Sect, the Blood Fiend Sect, and the Nether Land.

Going deep into the barren southeast, there are no secular people living there.

And at the other end of Netherland.

The black soil everywhere here is not suitable for ordinary people to live in. Even demon cultivators and ghost cultivators despise the poor resources here.

Mr. Tu Shan didn't care about ordinary people.

The Wanfa sect golden elixir behind him will handle these things well.

With the strength of his Jindan master, it is not difficult to search thousands of miles with his spiritual sense, and how many ordinary people can live within a thousand miles.

This is the territory of Mozong, so he came.

Tu Shanjun has already prepared for the need for a lot of evil spirit after the thunder disaster.

He chose a mountain top, chopped off the big banyan tree branch in the soul flag as a consumable supply, and buried it in the mountains beside him, and one after another talismans flew out of the storage bag, and pasted them down in an orderly manner.

Taking out 36 tokens, Tu Shanjun urged the tokens in his hand with mana.

The tokens immediately turned into 36 square and 36 zhang tall Chitian warriors and landed on [-] positions, and the Chitian warriors were used to connect the formation and act as the base nodes of the formation.

Kneading the earth to create an altar, he dropped the soul banner in his hand on the high altar, and directed the Chitian warriors to perfect the formation.

Master Changshui, who was watching from a distance, stared in amazement.

This person's technique is really pleasing to the eye, but after such a short time, he has already arranged a large defensive formation that even he can't understand it.

Even though he couldn't understand what the big formation was, he could understand the power of the formation only by feeling the breath of the formation.

"No wonder this person is dismissive of the protection that the uncle said, so there is such a method." Changshui Zhenren was amazed, he did not step forward to disturb, and stood far away on the clouds two thousand miles away.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, Mr. Tu Shan pinched his fingers. He wanted to set up a formation supported by ten thousand ghosts, using the five elements to evolve into the shape of the sky, using the turbid air of all ghosts as the thick soil, and supplemented by the ghost king of the ten directions as the core.

With the support of a large formation, he will win many opportunities for him.

And up to now, the huge evil spirit he brought out from the cave has not been completely digested, and it is still transforming the soul banner, and the whole soul banner is filled with majestic evil spirit.

Not to mention the incense tree that was uprooted by him, the evil spirit contained in it is only a lot more.

Shen time.

The breeze is coming.

Black clouds piled up.

Wanjun Thunder gathered above the formation.

A series of small electric arcs hang down from above, falling on the light shield of the large formation, sparking a flash of spiritual light, and causing the bursting sparks to scatter in all directions.

The rolling thunder sounded like drums from ancient times, and the heavy hammering seemed to connect to Tu Shanjun's heart.

only hear...

Puff, puff!
The heart was beating powerfully, and the flow of Qi and blood made the body a faint red.

The mana in the dantian rushed to the limbs and bones.

Chixuan's body is very powerful, and the mana in his body is condensed and thick enough. In addition, the pills for extracting mana have never stopped, which also keeps the body's mana at a level of [-]-[-]%.

When he gave up his body, the mana in his body was almost [-]% of the state.

Tu Shanjun raised his head and screamed: "God!"

"come."

I don't know if it's already brewing, or if Tu Shanjun's ruthless words were offensive, the arc above exploded, and then a bucket-thick thunder beam split from the thunderclouds squeezed in the sky.

Boom! !
The beam of light impacted on the light mask, causing the light mask to overwhelm thunder and fire, rolling down.

"Let's fight."

Tu Shanjun waved the command flag in his hand, and the phantom of the ghost king of the ten directions turned into a black banner and landed on the base of the formation. The black rays of light from the ten directions spread to the bodies of the 36 Chitian warriors.

A beam of light rose up, as if a column of melting molten solidified in mid-air.

Tu Shanjun on the high altar turned the Phantom Soul Banner in his hand, and the black mist diffused and turned into clouds facing the clouds above.

bang.

The black clouds in the sky thundered again.

At this time, the thunder beam had become somewhat thicker than the water tank, and the sharp and scorching breath squeezed the air aside, forming circles of clouds around the thunder beam.

The soul flag behind Tu Shanjun flew high, as if it had been struck by the thunder forcefully, a little arc appeared on the soul flag, and the soul flag's surface was also scorched a lot.

"This Thunder Tribulation Thunder is the most majestic, but I don't know that this kind of breath can also produce evil spirits." Tu Shanjun pinched the method of refining weapons in his hand while speaking.

He wanted to use the Thunder Tribulation to refine the weapon to quickly digest the huge evil energy he had absorbed.

The first two thunderbolts were not irresistible, so Tu Shanjun thought of letting the soul banner absorb part of the thunderbolt first.

The magic weapon shined brightly, and the scorched black banner was quickly woven under the repair of the evil spirit. The newly woven banner was obviously different from the old one, and there was a faint sense of simplicity in the heavy breath.

Compared with the new light, the original light is also much inferior.

It's like the original mottled and impure color is slowly purified.

Tu Shanjun sat on the altar, the magic power activated the magic weapon, and felt the transformation of the magic weapon.

Look up again.

The third thunderbolt was already comparable to a house.

Fourth way.

Fifth way.

……

There is no intact part of the soul banner, the surface of the banner is scorched black, and the main pole is also broken.Tu Shanjun's yin spirit was a little dazed by the thunder, his ears were buzzing, and his whole head was muddy.

"I can't resist any more."

Tu Shanjun called back the soul banner above.

At this time, Changshui Zhenren, who was two thousand miles away, had already opened his mouth wide in surprise. He was startled by the dazzling thunder and flinched back. Feel the vibration.

Unexpectedly, the small black flag could withstand five thunderbolts without breaking, but it just looked completely different, and it didn't break.

There are nine poles of thunder in the world, and half of them have already gone.

The sixth thunder.

At this moment, the thunder has condensed into the shape of a flood dragon.

Only its shape does not have a spirit.

The flood dragon roared furiously and spat out the lightning arc, then swooped down from the sky.

Tu Shanjun also felt the great pressure, and quickly formed seals to raise the formation.

The mask changed from red to black, and the 36 Chitian warriors were pressed down like this, and their bodies suddenly became three inches shorter.

However, they were surrounded by a large formation, and the 36 Chitian warriors jumped up abruptly under the pressure, trying to resist the sixth thunder in vain.

"Boom!!!"

Dazzling thunder exploded above the formation.

The ground shook and the mountains shook, the wind and clouds shattered, and the sweeping air waves turned into strong winds, blowing those century-old trees to the side.

At this moment, the mask of the large array was completely shattered, and 36 Chitian warriors flew in different directions, and their three-foot-high bodies were crushed into pieces by the thunder.

……

When Tu Shanjun was crossing the catastrophe, the escape light coming from the clouds revealed the silhouettes of Jindan masters.

Their cultivation bases are all at the late Golden Core stage.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Yuan, long time no see, you were also attracted by the momentum of this tribulation?" Wearing a brocade robe and carrying a small coffin on his back, the Jindan Peak Grandmaster cupped his hands with a smirk on his pale face. Said.

"Isn't it fellow earth corpse?"

"nature."

"That's the Blood Priest of the Blood Demon Sect and the Master of the Earth Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect." One of the late Jindan cultivators told his friends who came along with him, his eyes full of fear.

"Fellow Daoists from Wanfazong came so early." The blood elder monster let out a strange smile, staring at the real Changshui hidden in the clouds with eyes with heavy dark circles.

Master Changshui frowned and walked out from the clouds, and slightly cupped his hands towards the monks rushing from all directions: "I didn't expect to alarm so many fellow Taoists."

"It's such a big battle, could it be that someone is here to survive the Nascent Soul Tribulation?"

"I think it is."

"Isn't there only one Meteor Flame in Xiaohuangyu who has a chance to overcome the tribulation? Why does the one in front of me seem to have such great hope?"

"Could it be some old monster that hides from the world?"

"Reverend Changshui has come a long time ago. Could it be that this is a great master from your Ten Thousand Law Sect?" The blue-robed monk looked at Changshui, who was in the late Jindan stage, and asked, with a questioning look in his eyes.

All the monks who gathered looked at the silent Master Changshui in unison.

Master Changshui frowned even tighter.

(End of this chapter)