I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 466 Magical Powers

Thousands of Taoism, all kinds of exercises.

All need the blessing of that cultivation base.

Without fundamental cultivation, it would be like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water, like a glass cup that would shatter at the touch of a glass.

I saw the black rainbow light appearing in the sky, and the overhead net had already been smashed into pieces by the spirit treasure and turned into meteorites, and even the large formation formed by the gathering was shattered with countless cracks and gaps.

"Sword!"

With an order, more than a thousand flying swords rise into the sky.

Under the blessing of the technique, the sword light turned into hundreds of thousands, and it doubled in a flash, and millions of sword lights quickly filled the sword array.

The flying sword was like a dragon, and the torrential rain swept across in an instant.

The flickering of the aura is like a dragon and a tiger rushing from above.

The huge sword formation that gathered so many Jindan masters was indeed quite skillful. Although it didn't hurt him at all, Tu Shanjun, who was holding the Lingbao, was suppressed by the dragon and tiger sword above.

However, it can only make Tu Shanjun hundreds of feet shorter. Before he lands, the million sword lights will be exhausted.

The teng net of Yimu technique has been waiting on the ground for a long time, before Tushanjun can rise into the sky, it will block the real gang, and then countless hooks and sickles fly out from the ground thorns, hooking the man who has wrapped Tushanjun into an iron ball Yimu Taoism.

"combine."

"Sleepy."

The zombie lying on the ground pulled up a corner of the chain.

The Zombies of the Zombie Sect were not weak at all, and even more powerful. When they grabbed the chains, the huge Otoki ball that had already shone with light was also dragged from the midair to the ground.

"Trapped!"

Master Earth Corpse said in surprise: "Realist Xuansha, why don't you sacrifice the spirit treasure and break open the body guard of the Nascent Soul True Monarch?"

"No."

Before the old monster Xuansha expressed his desire to be happy, the old devil stopped him. At this time, when he used the Lingbao, although it would tear apart Zhenjun Yuanying's body shield, it would also break the formation of the ground net that had been formed with great difficulty.

At this time, it is time to accumulate strength and perfect the upper and lower formations.

"We really want to join forces with the Demonic Dao?" Yuxiuchuan's female master withdrew her disgusted gaze, and the other demonic sects were fine. The monks of the Hehuan Sect attacked Yuxiuchuan many times, and the two families had enmity for a long time.

Daoist Qingxu said decisively: "Behead the demon head first and then kill the demon cultivator. At worst, the spirit treasure will be given to Master Yuyan, which can be regarded as compensation for Yangcheng. Pindao believes that Master Yuyan will understand us."

There is a lot of feud between Qingyun Temple and the Blood Fiend Sect. If it weren't for the relationship between the devil, he would have done it long ago.

Feng Chengyin lowered his head, he didn't want to make a move at all, but he is also a member of the monk alliance, so he can only let the master of the sect paddle, don't try so hard, and wait for the senior brother Jifeng Daoist to come.

"Hey, senior brother, why haven't you arrived yet? Qingxu's old bull nose is crazy, and the monk doesn't know how to stop it. The snake from Yulingzong knocked out its front teeth with a punch, and it's also angry right now."

"I can't persuade any of them." Feng Chengyin hurriedly sent a voice transmission to the great master of the sect: "Don't get into a battle situation, use the sword control technique to make the flying sword go."

"Amitabha, the little devil is the big one."

"Reverend Qingxu is right. Since the devil uses such a spirit treasure, it is obviously not a good thing. If he can take advantage of the weakness of the other party to kill him, it is not impossible to cooperate with the devil." The great monk took the lead People say.

"I don't know, Fellow Daoist of the Spirit Controlling Sect...?"

"We don't have so many twists and turns. Let's say that after Yangcheng gets the help of this Nascent Soul monster, our living space will inevitably be compressed, and countless resources will be given up."

"Don't forget, Reverend Yuyan is in great need of resources right now."

"It's great for us to be able to cooperate with the demon cultivator to suppress the opponent." The five short-figured monks of Yulingzong wore coir raincoats and cloth bags on their heads, with a painful look on their faces, and they almost wailed at their spirit snakes.

In the past, everyone didn't have the Nascent Soul monster. Yangcheng's real Yuyan is strong but not a Nascent Soul. When it comes to the overall strength, Yangcheng should be ranked at the bottom.Now that there is the Nascent Soul monster, wouldn't he want to become the top sect in a blink of an eye?

If Yangcheng is given more time to develop, there will be another Mo Palace that monopolizes great resources, and the Acacia Sect that has spread its business to the world.It is even more difficult for them to become Yuanying Zhenjun.

When the conflict of interests is on the bright side, and seeing that the former low-level is about to rise, they don't want to kill the opportunity like this.

The Great Monk Jianwen said: "Amitabha, I saw that the true king first attacked the Demon Sect. The people of the Demon Sect must be more eager than us. We will do our best to help them when they have the upper hand, and stop when they have the disadvantage."

"Hey, why didn't you help out when you were at a disadvantage?"

Feng Chengyin asked suspiciously.Shouldn't this help Moxiu who has no advantage, otherwise Moxiu will be slaughtered by the real king, and it will be their turn at that time.

"Feng Benefactor..."

The Great Monk Jianwen pondered, with a strange look on his face, he didn't know how to explain to Feng Chengyin.Feng Chengyin was really spoiled by his senior brother, and he didn't understand such a simple truth.

"The magic cultivator is dead, and we can get a share when the resources are redistributed. If Yuanying Zhenjun can't stand it, we can also carve up Yangcheng. Such a simple truth, even a three-year-old child can understand it." Yu Lingzong The master said impatiently.

Feng Chengyin muttered: "Mother!"

These old guys tacitly knew it, and they all had the idea of ​​picking up leaks.

In this way, it not only preserves its strength, but also can get a share of it, which is really negative.

He also felt that he might be settled by Qiu Hou, which was not a reliable insurance policy, so he asked, "But if the True Monarch wins, wouldn't we..."

"We won't be killed. Think for yourself, don't ask everything, where is your senior brother, isn't he here?"

They were not idle during their communication, but commanded the giant ship above and the sect master to take action, and they didn't have to completely help Moxiu, and it would not be too late for them to go all out when the situation became clearer.

The formation was about to be completed, but the black light pierced through the huge ball formed by Yimu Daofa.

Just like that.

Countless chains dance like black snakes.

The dozens of gold-armored corpse kings were dragged over by a huge force, a tall figure in black robe held a soul flag, and smashed it on the corpse king's head, followed by tens of thousands of bright red spots, brains pumping to the four directions.

Skulls shattered, teeth shattered and splattered.

The Zombie King raised his eyes and saw the blue-gray ghost hand falling, covered by the lines of the spell, and within a moment, the Zombie King's head and body were made into meatloaf and refined into pure evil spirits, and poured on the soul streamer .

The scarlet red gold of the main pole of the soul banner is soaked in pus and blood, which is even more strange, and only the rushing evil spirit can be seen like a gathering of coiled dragons.

No matter what kind of resentment or puppet weapon, they all became Tu Shanjun's dead souls, and he refined them into evil spirits and introduced them into the soul banners to strengthen them. Such a short period of time is better than the accumulation of more than ten years.

Very happy!

Tu Shanjun dragged the head of a corpse, the black blood all over his body was blocked by the real gang, and then refined by the transpiring mana.Standing in the big formation, looking at the master of both righteousness and evil, he grinned with a green face and fangs.

This smile really chills my heart.

Almost lost my voice in fright.

In less than a quarter of an hour just now, the method of Mozong's arrangement was smashed to pieces by Tu Shanjun, and even the zombie puppets were turned into merits and became the breath of the soul's growth.

At this moment, the newly arranged large formation is not used to trap Zhenjun, but to protect them.

Looking up, Tu Shanjun crushed the corpse of the puppet beside him with one foot.

Throw away the newly obtained golden elixir ghost in the sleeve robe, don't those people want to see how strong he is, then, after killing more than a hundred golden elixirs, this small wasteland is still able to stop it. His monk?

The banners are open and fluttering.

The floating paintings of ten thousand ghosts are lifelike.

It seems to be crawling out of the soul streamer.

Tu Shanjun waved the soul banner and cast spells.

Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!

The kneaded ferocious ghost jumped out of the scarlet banner while the soul banner was waving, accompanied by the mist and the howling wind, the vast world turned into a vast ghost creature, and the upper and lower sides were completely black.

The large formation blocking him was torn apart by the unleashed evil spirits in less than half a breath.

Thirteen golden elixir yin gods appeared beside Tu Shanjun.

The aura of prosperity rises like a beam of light.

In the past, the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, which could only release one ghost, has long since been promoted to the Spirit Treasure with the Soul Banner and has become a Taoism comparable to supernatural powers.The kneaded evil ghosts have different shapes, hidden in the mist and moving with the wind.

When Tu Shanjun unfolded the soul banner.

Is the horror of Lingbao's magical powers truly revealed? This is also the foundation and reliance for him to challenge the entire small wasteland alone.

Ten small banners appeared behind Tu Shanjun, who looked like a reincarnated ghost king.

As the body of the soul banner in his hand fell, countless evil ghosts and ghosts rose into the sky.

"kill!"

The sound echoed.

The evil ghosts and ghosts are like beasts that have escaped from the dragon, tearing away the seals that are about to drown Tu Shanjun. Because of the vastness of the fog, the evil ghosts shuttle through it as if they were using evasion techniques, and it is extremely fast.

Let alone the orthodox sect, even the demon sect who attacked first was so frightened that his scalp went numb.

In the past, I only knew that Lingbao was powerful, but because it was in the hands of the same level, even though it was powerful, it would not die.

When Zhenjun Yuanying held the Lingbao and used his magical powers, they really saw the infinite power of the second-step great monk, and they really saw the full power of the Lingbao.

They also understood where the name of the devil came from.

"Respect the soul... the true emperor of the soul."

"No, Lord Soul Demon Lord!"

"No matter what the outcome of today's battle is, we all know that the name of Lord Soul Demon Lord will resound throughout the small wasteland." They already understood that they couldn't kill a True Soul Lord.

The only ones who can kill Yuanying Zhenjun can only be other Yuanying Zhenjun.

Unless they can lay down a means by which Zhenjun Yuanying can't escape, otherwise, they can't stop Zhenjun Yuanying from leaving.

"The soul banner of the Blood Fiend Sect is simply incomparable to it, so it's no wonder that it is called the True Lord of the Soul." The old demon Yuhuan's eyes flickered slightly, trying to sweep away the haze in his heart, and took out a piece of paper from his storage bag. Purple talisman.

"Comrades, don't keep your hands, let's sacrifice all the cards, otherwise we may really die here."

"The Demon Lord is still weak and has not recovered from the aftermath of the seizure."

"As long as I wait until his mana is exhausted, I will be alive then."

(End of this chapter)