I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 515 Tribulation Formation
Suddenly.

Tu Shanjun violently threw the soul banner in his hand up into the sky.

The soul flag penetrated into the clouds like a dragon and disappeared.At this time, the hundreds of thousands of Yin God formations have been launched, and the ghost kings of the ten directions are all in seals, and the small banners in their hands have turned into Zhang Xu and stand behind them.

"start!"

Surrounded by one hundred thousand ghost soldiers, thousands of rampant generals accompany them.

Tu Shanjun, who is flying in the air, is like a ghost emperor, commanding thousands of troops and dispatching heavenly soldiers and generals.

Zhenjun Taiyi was beyond shocked.

Ordinary monks will indeed capture a lot of Dharma Guardian Gods to help them better perform those supernatural powers that require long-term chanting and twisting formulas.

Just like his organ puppet, it is also a kind of Dharma protector god in essence.

Of course, there are still many monks who are extremely confident in their own strength, and feel that it consumes a lot of resources to support the guardians, so they will not maintain these guardians.

Generally, most monks who can afford to support Dharma protectors are either rich or expensive.

You must know that Dharma protectors not only need strong cultivation, but also have good physical martial arts.

Not to mention that there are not many creatures who are willing to be other people's Dharma protectors, but the system of supernatural powers and spiritual treasures is not something ordinary monks can afford.

But a scene like this.

All over the sky, the gods and gods joined hands, and the formation was integrated from the outside to the inside. Even the well-informed Zhenjun Taiyi also widened his eyes in surprise. Maybe there are only a few companies that exorcise gods and ghosts, and protect the body from spirit demons. It can only be realized with a large sect.

True Monarch Taiyi could not help but murmured: "I never thought that at this moment, I would still be able to obtain such a spirit treasure. God treats me well. It's a pity...it's a pity..."

Shaking palms in vain, the black Taoist robe on Tu Shanjun's body immediately turned into a large ceremonial robe, and the ten illusory banners behind him slowly condensed into shape.

Yang Zongchen, who was caught in the formation, sacrificed countless spiritual talismans, turned him into flame flowers to protect him, and led the fire phoenix into his body, which made his aura climb to the late Yuanying stage, and he was not afraid of these yin and yang gathered by Tu Shanjun. Gods and ghosts.

"With these useless cannon fodder, even if I really build a big formation, I can break it with my strength!" Yang Zongchen shouted, his hands imprinted into a ball, and the protective ring wheel and the offensive sun wheel merged into one .

"Yanghuo Qianlun."

The moment the two palms merged, the sun disc fused into one, turned into thousands of phantoms, and attacked the big formation in all directions, the sky and the earth.

The sun disc with the sun flame pierced the black fog in front of him like the sharpest light in the world.

Every sun disc is real.

Although they can't be compared with the perfect body, they are also far beyond the power of ordinary magic weapons. If it is an ordinary formation, it can't be broken by these thousand rounds in an instant.

And with the blessing of Yang Zongchen's strength, monks of the same rank are definitely not his opponents.

At this time, Yang Zongchen hadn't used his true intentions and the legal domain used to press the bottom of the box.

The jurisdiction of Nascent Soul cultivator will only become more terrifying.

Tu Shanjun, holding the soul banner in vain, said in a deep voice: "As expected of the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Tianyang Sect in the Great Eastern Desolation Territory, he is indeed as powerful as the rumors say."

Speaking of this, he thought of what Old Monster Jing had told him about the Great Eastern Desolation Territory.

It is true that Old Monster Jing lied to him in the end, but the inheritance and knowledge taught to him were not adulterated at all.Because of this, Tu Shanjun was able to compete with the monks of Tianyang Shenzong with ease.

"What!" Yang Zongchen's expression shook, his Yanghuo Qianlun only broke through the black mist, stopped the wind in the formation, and even the opening that was just torn was healed in an instant, it was not enough for him to escape .

Tu Shanjun pulled out the small flag from his back and threw it towards the sky.

"cut!"

As Xiaofan entered the formation, the mist picked up and the wind picked up, and the aura of countless sword soldiers penetrated everywhere.And Yang Zongchen, who was deeply trapped in the formation, propped up his body-protecting Dharma Gang, shining a pure golden light.

However, what made him unbelievable was that his body-protecting dharma was cut to pieces by the tangible utensils, axes, hooks, knives, guns, halberds, bells and coffins... even the brilliance that bloomed from his body flickered and dimmed.

"This...!" Yang Zongchen turned pale with shock.

"Destroy!"

When the second small flag was thrown out, the gray mist engulfed him like a tidal wave.

The mist was like maggots attached to the bones, burrowing into his flesh, blood, meridians, and dantian. When he saw the dantian Yuanying, he rushed up as if he was looking for a target.

The Nascent Soul, who was still full of spirituality, seemed to have no resistance. The golden light was covered, and the whole was cast in a layer of shadows. The original spirituality seemed to be blocked and imprisoned.

"decline!"

The third small flag.

Yang Zongchen was surprised to find that he was out of breath.

The magic robe on his body was stained, and his body, which was originally like pure glass, became turbid, and he felt profusely sweating just by driving mana and the sun wheel to resist.

"Hey." Yang Zongchen raised his head and roared.

The nine-yang crown on the head immediately shattered, and the golden hair danced wildly, but it ushered in a large area of ​​withering, the golden color turned white, and then withered like an old man.

There was also an unspeakable stench emanating from his body.

Yang Zongchen activated his mana, and the smell became much lighter, and even the signs of decay on his body were rapidly weakening.A look of panic finally appeared in his eyes.

This big formation is not just a paper at all, but it really has extraordinary power.

He looked up at the eye of the formation, which was where Tu Shanjun was. If he wanted to leave the formation, he had to attack the eye of the formation and take the opportunity to escape.

Otherwise, if he continued to fight with the big formation, he might be killed in this killing formation.

"Five sunshines in the sky."

"Fire Phoenix."

"Fen Tian's true intention."

"exhaust!"

Tu Shanjun once again urged the big formation with a weird dance, and threw out the fourth small flag.

The fourth small flag directly sank into Yang Zongchen's body, even though he couldn't stop it, it seemed that the thing didn't really exist at all, nor was it an attack of divine sense.

Yang Zongchen, who was about to mobilize his mana, found that his mana was greatly evaporated, his meridians withered, and his blood was exhausted. This scene reminded him of the time when he broke through the Nascent Soul with the peak of Jindan, and faced the catastrophe. in this way.

His body bent unconsciously, his dry skin stuck to his bones, and he was out of breath every time he moved, like an old man on the verge of death.

Except for her own Lingbao and Huofeng who are still protecting her body, everything else has disappeared.

What was even more frightening was that brown spots of various sizes grew on his skin, and the spots exuded a strong stench.

True Monarch Taiyi was in a daze. It turned out that what Tu Shanjun said about refining the Blood Evil Sect was not false and murderous at all, but that the grand formation that was set up was really what he said.

Moreover, the fourth small banner has just been pulled out.

On Tu Shanjun's back, there are still six small flags that have not been used.

Only using four strokes has already suppressed the middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator of Tianyang Shenzong. If all of them were used, wouldn't it be... Zhenjun Taiyi shook his head and threw out the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

In the past, there were not enough ghost kings in the soul banner, so the power used was less, and the three rods used were also the three types with the strongest power, which were "wind, fire and thunder".

Now, the ghost kings of the ten directions can be replaced by rotation, and there is sufficient mana support, how could Mr. Tu Shan not use other supernatural powers of the killing array.Just using wind, fire and thunder may not be able to suppress Yang Zongchen.

Pull the fifth small flag.

"die!"

An indifferent and majestic voice sounded.

Tu Shanjun threw out the small flag in his hand.

The small streamer passed over the protective sun wheel and sank between Yang Zongchen's eyebrows. Yang Zongchen, who was still able to cast magic spells, immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, his body was filled with death, and even his body had no vitality.

"Killed?" Taiyi Zhenjun was still in shock and did not recover.

He didn't expect a genius of Tianyang Shenzong to fall into Tu Shanjun's hands like this.Tu Shanjun is nothing more than a weapon spirit at most, and this is not to cause an uproar in the practice world.

Tu Shanjun with a dignified expression shook his head and said: "Not yet, Tianyang Shenzong still has a secret technique, which can survive death and return from nirvana like a phoenix, and imitate such a magical technique..."

"I didn't expect Zi Daoxu to tell you such a secret." A voice interrupted Tu Shanjun.

The two looked at the sound.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, Yang Zongchen, who was already lifeless, swept away the haze on his body. Not only did his breath become stronger, but even the various visions added by the formation quickly faded away.

Tu Shanjun looked indifferent.

He didn't know it from Zi Daoxu, there was someone else who told him about the knowledge of Tianyang Shenzong.

However, he didn't say much, or explained that even if Yang Zongchen paid the price to use the secret technique, as long as the formation was not destroyed, Yang Zongchen would die in the formation.

"You can force me, Yang Zongchen, into such a situation. You are indeed very powerful, and you are really powerful. Don't you know your name?" Yang Zongchen's expression was full of seriousness and dignity.

If it was an ordinary monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, he would be able to fight with him, but in the big formation, he was naturally at a disadvantage. If he continued to fight with him in the formation, he would only be slowly refined to death by the killing formation.

Without saying a word, Tu Shanjun pulled out three small flags from his back.

"Your mother!" Yang Zongchen cursed.

Just now, one shot after another had already tortured him out of shape. Now that there are three shots together, he doesn't care about other things. The most important thing is to save his life.

"Make me a storm!"

"rise."

"Bone-biting Yin Wind."

"Dan Tian Yin Fire."

"Dirty water and thunder."

"Three yin filth, wind, fire and thunder enter the body."

The three small streamers differentiate the three talents.

There was an angry howl.

This wind not only scrapes flesh and blood, but also drills into human bones like a living thing.

Yang Zongchen's body protection method not only failed to resist the evil wind for him, but instead let the evil wind enter his body in vain, scraping away the flesh and blood to reveal the dense bones inside.

At this time, the nameless fire ignited in the dantian, and rushed straight to Zifu from Jiuyou, and all the mana was turned into food to support the combustion.

Thunderclouds rolled in the sky.

Black thunder meanders and flickers in it.

Standing on the clouds, the Yin Gods all over the sky shot together to condense the spell.The mighty momentum is like the blue sea and the blue sky, and the sky is like a sea, and the sky is like a sea, screaming and screaming!

At this time, there were only two small banners left on Tu Shanjun's back, one left and one right.

He crossed his hands and pulled out the two small flags behind his back, and was about to let go, only to hear the sound of thunder coming from outside the formation, and the mighty momentum condensed into a sword light: "Zhen Hun Zhenjun, please move slowly, please listen to the old man!"

(End of this chapter)