I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 448 Fist
day,
Is it immortal?

That's a really good question.

Regardless of whether or not the gods live forever, it will never answer a question from a monk at the peak of Jindan.

This monk is not even considered a living being.

He has derived flesh and blood, golden core, yin god, and his own consciousness, but he lacks the magic power to activate it.

He is just a soul flag.

Sometimes Mr. Tu Shan would not know whether he is the soul banner or the soul banner is himself.Is it because the soul banner obtained its own memory to give birth to consciousness, or is it the consciousness that makes the soul banner look like this.

He thought about it for a long time but didn't understand it, so he wanted to practice, and he couldn't waste the precious mana that Chi Xuan gave him.

As Chi Xuan said.

Without mana, Tu Shanjun is just a soul banner, and it is a problem for the master soul to even get out of the soul banner.

Perhaps he should also thank that broken, rough and useless interface for preserving his consciousness as a human being, allowing him to walk in the world with a unique posture.

"Boom."

The roar of the brontosaurus is in sight.

Soul Swallowing Fist.

sacrifice.

Air machines surrounded him.

Tu Shanjun threw out a punch, and his true spirit spread out.

The evil energy between the whole world turned into a vortex and gathered towards the soul banner in the center, even the Thunder Dragon who was facing Tu Shanjun tit for tat was swallowed part of the evil energy and merged into the soul banner below.

True meaning is one's comprehension of the Tao, and it is also a more powerful means of fighting.

The true spirit and energy of the roar roared like Tu Shanjun's state of mind, engulfing Tu Shanjun's body and arriving in front of the eighth thunder dragon. At this moment, the thunder came into contact with the fist that pierced the sky.

Tiandi seemed to press the pause button at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dazzling divine light.

"Swallow soul!"

Tu Shanjun poured out his breath, and the black steam evaporated from his back, setting off the face of the blue-faced fangs like a ghost crawling out of hell, opening his bloody mouth to choose someone to devour.

The tremendous pressure made his fists charred black, and in the blink of an eye, his entire arm had turned into black charcoal. At this moment, he could no longer feel the pain, because the general force of the day was on his shoulders.

Master Yuyan once said that if you don't understand the true meaning, you can't deal with the thunder disaster.

But sincerity alone is not enough.

Sufficient preparations are still needed, such as magic weapons and talismans to resist thunder disasters, and the most important thing is elixir.Whether it's replenishing mana, repairing injuries, or pills to make one's own strength explode.

Facing the thunder tribulation, no monk can easily deal with it.

Tu Shanjun is no exception.

The thunder dragon destroyed his body, and the evil spirit of the Zunhun Banner was repairing his body, crazily consuming mana in the torment of destruction and rebirth.

At this time, I don't care whether the evening sun is dazzling or not, I just feel cold and biting, and the thunder is like a steel needle piercing into the body, smashing everything into pieces, frying and frying, and stewed into a pot.

Jielei is very different from ordinary thunder, the flickering arc is like a knife, cutting off the flesh and blood of Mr. Tu Tiger one by one. In a short while, more than half of his face has only bones.

The scarlet eyes, the pitch black whites of the eyes rolled in the dark white eye sockets.

……

"Looking at this scene, it should be the end."

The blue-robed monk said softly, his eyes flickering.

If the thunder is carried down again, the person who has crossed the catastrophe will have a great chance to become the Nascent Soul True Monarch. At that time, they must obediently go to congratulate, otherwise the other party may attack them.

If you want to go, now is an excellent time to go.

He looked around, and found that the remaining three monks showed no signs of leaving, and the master of Jindan in Nether Land was a little shaken.

Master Changshui doesn't know how he feels now.

All in all, he hoped that the person could cross over, but also hoped that the person would not cross over.

As a monk, he wanted to see other monks become stronger, so that he would also be inspired.

However, that person was still holding the magic weapon passed down from his junior sister's family in his hand, and he couldn't just watch the other party go through the calamity and become a true king, so it wouldn't be possible to change it back at that time.

The master of the corpse stared at Lei Jie steadfastly.

Even though he couldn't see clearly what was inside, he still tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, for fear of missing any details.

This is a monk crossing the catastrophe, and if they want to succeed in crossing the catastrophe in the future, they will have to rely on some experience.

Such a grand scene is rare in a thousand years in Xiaohuangyu.

The Blood Priest's expression was erratic, his squinted eyes implying an inexplicable look, looking at the token in his hand, as if he was confirming something, seeing that the roaring thunder dragon's momentum was weakening, he shook his vase and poured out a A wasp with the length of a little finger.

This change in general situation also shocked many sects. Due to the problem of land boundaries, the monks from those major sects came very slowly.

Some have no intention of rushing over at all.

Among them is Yangcheng.

Daoist Yuyan's lifespan is short, he can no longer walk around at will.

Moreover, on the bright side, he is the one who is most likely to succeed in crossing the catastrophe in the entire small wasteland. Once he passes by, he will not be able to suppress his strength, and he will only be forced to cross the catastrophe.

Furthermore, the Blood Evil Sect and the Corpse Sect are eyeing Yangcheng covetously. It is hard to guarantee that it is not a trick to lure him there. It is only reasonable to be able to defend Yangcheng now.

With such considerations, Master Yuyan did not rush to this place.

Qingyun Temple is because it is too far away to straddle the Blood Fiend Sect in the middle, and it wants to come over but there is no way.The Qingyun Temple and the Blood Fiend Sect are at odds with each other, and they have been hostile for a long time, and it is even more impossible for their own grand master to come over at the risk.

The place Tu Shanjun chose is indeed very good. It is at the junction of the two major demon sects, and it is on the other side of Netherland.

However, these are things for later.

Whether they can get over it now is a question.

Tu Shanjun's entire body is only the skeleton and the internal organs attached to it. Even with his real strength, he can't resist the eighth thunder dragon.

God's test for the creatures in the world is really cruel.

The light of day shines.

Two thousand miles of thunderclouds left only the last swan song.

This blow must be devastating.

At this time, Tu Shanjun discovered a fatal problem.

His mana is not enough.

No matter how powerful Chixuan's mana was, he was only a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. With such a simplified use, there was still no surplus mana for him to use.

In the end, the remaining [-]% ​​or more, I don't know if I can handle it.

"Practice!"

The printing method was formed, and the huge banyan tree shaped like a mountain was sacrificed by Tu Shanjun with mana. The tree crown stretched out was like an island suspended in the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the huge evil spirit was continuously replenished to the Zunhun Banner.

With the supplement of evil spirit, Tu Shanjun's body quickly grew new flesh and blood, and he returned to its original shape in a short while.

The ninth thunderbolt fell.

Tu Shanjun felt that the space in all directions was slightly distorted, and the coercion was like a prison, as if it wanted to crush people into meat.

looked up.

"Ghost King."

"living!"

When the formula and seal method fell, his body suddenly rose to [-] feet.

The double-cornered purple lines light up into a light array that flips up and down.

His grim face was covered in blue.

Showing a mouthful of fangs.

Gathering the top ten golden elixir masters, hundreds of foundation building yin gods, and thousands of qi training yin souls in the soul banner, Tu Shanjun's aura rose rapidly, and a great sacrifice uniform appeared on his naked body, and ten solid small banners stood like a forest. on his back.

"Soul swallowing."

Tu Shanjun stepped into the air.

The air flow rises from the ground and comes from the soul streamer.

Countless black mist followed him, and he was the only one who crossed the catastrophe, but it seemed that there were thousands of troops.

The coercive force that erupted even widened the eyes of the Jindan masters who were peeping thousands of miles away, and hurriedly backed away, for fear of being affected.

And the old blood monster was secretly surprised and regretted at the same time.

If that person succeeds in crossing the tribulation, wouldn't he suffer disaster?

……

"True meaning."

The red-haired, blue-faced evil spirit carrying ten small flags roared fiercely.

The billowing black mist entangled with the air machine.

Tu Shanjun soared into the sky.

Like a roc bird spreading its wings, or like a ferocious ghost rushing up from hell, it goes straight up nine thousand miles against the wind.

"kill!"

Even if you are as small as a mayfly, you still have to punch the sky!
To break free from the shackles.

Smash the Thunder Tribulation that blocked him!

The ninth thunder dragon can no longer be called a thunder dragon, because Mr. Tu Shan couldn't see the appearance of the thunder dragon at all.

The surging thunder light was like an upside-down sea, most of Thunder Dragon's body was hidden in the thick black cumulus clouds, but the revealed dragon's head was already bigger than the crown of the banyan tree he saw.

The dangerous air mechanism between heaven and earth locked him completely.

Tu Shanjun himself is very clear.

With this blow, if it succeeds, the world will widen, if it is destroyed, the magic weapon will be shattered, and the main soul will be annihilated, and it will end in death.

But how could he lose!
"swallow!"

With this punch, the mountains and rivers are turned upside down, and the sun and the moon are darkened.

Soul Swallowing True Intent burst out from this tiny fist like invisible fluctuations.

The light shines.

Turning the world into a sea of ​​white light, and the flesh and blood of Tu Shanjun who was fighting against the general situation of Lei Jie was rapidly fading away, and the originally powerful and dangerous aura was gradually submerged, and not even the bones of the Daoist Jindan were left.

The huge banyan tree in the soul flag seems to be connected with flesh and blood, and it is also rapidly fading away. Only the soul flag is broken and repaired, and it goes back and forth.

Boom! ! !

There was a loud noise between heaven and earth.

The Dragon of Thunder Tribulation slowly disappeared, and a black soul streamer fell from the sky wrapped in smoke and burning flames.

It landed on the high altar with a bang.

The desolate Taoist in the red robe showed a smile on his face.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to hold the soul banner that had changed greatly and shone with spiritual light, but the raised arm still fell down, and his eyes dimmed accordingly.

There is no magic power to move it, and there is no magic power at the last moment, and it is completely supported by the background of the banyan tree.

The soul banner has absorbed the banyan tree completely.

……

The sky and the earth are clear, and the thunder calamity dissipates.

Only the great spiritual light flickers in the distance.

The Blood Veteran was ecstatic, stunned in surprise and at a loss, and then turned into a ray of light and flew towards the center of Thunder Tribulation.That was not the breath of a monk at all, but the aura emanating from some shocking treasure.

As he thought, the cultivator who crossed the catastrophe still didn't make it through.

"There is a baby!"

The man on the ground corpse let out a strange cry, and rushed towards the place where the spiritual light shone with all his strength.

(End of this chapter)