I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 516 Arcana
"Wanfazong, Wuya Zhenjun?"

Tu Shanjun recognized the other party's voice.

The person who can break through the maze of the formation and send the sound transmission in can only be a great monk above Nascent Soul.In Xiaohuangyu, Yuanying Zhenjun is extremely rare, besides Taiyi Zhenjun, there are only those four left.

The hands are condensed, and the fingers are formed into a tribulation array seal.

Just outside the big formation are those four powerful auras.

Just as Tu Shanjun had expected, Wan Fazong would not sit idly by.

The corners of his mouth curled up. Anyway, the Blood Evil Sect is gone, so there is nothing he can do if he comes here to make amends, unless the four thankless true kings must fight him.

Not to mention the Demon Lord of the Hehuan Sect and the Dragon Lord of the Mo Palace, even the two of the Wanfa Sect would not be able to do this.

Zhenjun Taiyi, who was sitting behind the formation, had a slightly strange expression on his face. After counting the time, he suddenly understood.After such a long time, Yuanying Zhenjun in Xiaohuangyu must have received the news, and it is not surprising that he came to stop it.

……

The Demon Lord of the Hehuan Sect looked in surprise at the huge formation covering the entire Blood Evil Sect.

The big formation is like a cage, and it seems that the sky and the earth are lightly rolling down from above, the black mist is like waves, and the wind is howling. When you stare intently, it seems that you have seen thousands of troops and horses.

Blocking them was a yin god at the peak of Jindan, his eyes were lifeless, and he was holding a small illusory banner about ten feet long in his hand.

The entangled inspiration seems to be the essence.

He was obviously only the Yin God of Jindan, but the terrifying aura emanating from him made the Hehuan Sect Demon Lord take half a step back.

Zhenjun Qingshang raised his hands to indicate that he was not hostile, and at the same time looked at Lord Long and the two Zhenjuns of Wanfazong who were not far away.

The old dragon king of Mo Gong spread his hands and stood back. To put it bluntly, he was too lazy to care about the life and death of the blood evil sect.

If it weren't for the fact that the destruction of the Blood Fiend Sect would reduce the resources they received, and because they were in the upper echelons, they appeared here under pressure, just like they were in Yangcheng that day.

"Long Jun, can you recognize the magic circle in front of you?"

Hearing the question from the old devil of Hehuanzong Qingshang, Lao Longjun shook his head in deep thought: "This formation is extremely exquisite, unless we find the eye of the formation, I'm afraid it will be impossible to break the formation for a while."

Having said that, in fact, Lord Long didn't think of breaking the formation. It would be very unwise to offend such a powerful comrade for the sake of resources.It should be noted that resources can be regenerated, but it is difficult for a person to be resurrected after death.

Only those two from Wanfazong would do such a thankless thing.

"I really didn't expect that Fellow Daoist's strength to reach such a level. Looking at the situation in front of him, Fellow Daoist Venerable Soul may have used a large formation to refine the entire Blood Fiend Sect..."

Mojun Qingshang was a little surprised and said: "Mie is all gone, why did we come?"

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Fellow Daoists should know that there is still one locked underground in the Blood Evil Sect." Old Dragon Lord held his sleeve robe.

Others don't know these things very well, but they are all like mirrors, which ones have several difficult buildings and how many treasures they have. After so many years of dealing with each other, they have long been clear.

With Yuanying Zhenjun sitting in the town, the Blood Fiend Sect will not be able to destroy it for a while.

It is difficult for monks of the same level to fight, let alone kill a monk whose cultivation level is not inferior to his own.

The higher the cultivation base, the more means to save life, and it is not easy to kill.

Lao Longjun lightly blew his nose.

He didn't even think about getting involved.

Now that it's all done like this, even if they want to meddle, they can't do it. They can only try to get back the benefits they gave up last time, and see if they can carve up some of the Blood Fiend Sect's territory by the way.

"That old devil." Qingshang Mojun came to a sudden, and his divine sense touched the formation in vain to sense the aura of Nascent Soul Zhenjun.

Zhenjun Wuya sighed solemnly: "It's late."

"What's so late?"

"We're late."

"The Blood Fiend Sect has been destroyed, and the sealed demon is dead." Zhenjun Wuya took out a spar and shone it on the killing formation of the Ghost King of the Ten Directions.

After a burst of ripples flickered, the black mist in front of them stopped, allowing them to see the tragic situation in the blood evil sect through this Lingbao.

32 peaks turned upside down like barren land, 21 floating islands and stars fell down, smashing the stretching mountains and palaces to pieces, leaving only thousands of miles of ruins.

Not to mention the living things, not even the corpses remained.Only the Yin God guarded by Tengyun stood at the head of the battle standing on the cloud, casting the seals in his hands one after another.

This surprised the four of them again.

The old demon Qingshang of Hehuanzong clicked his tongue.

He looked teasingly at the second true master of Wanfazong: "I don't want to fight such a monster..." It's nothing more than destroying the blood evil sect, and he can also control hundreds of thousands of Yin gods to fight.

If you fight against such monks, even if they are Yuanying Zhenjun, you can't get half a cent of it.

The golden mirror above Zhenjun Taiyi's head flipped past the faces of the four of them, but the mirror did not break away from Yang Zongchen. Its main function was to prevent Yang Zongchen from displaying escapism and supernatural powers.

"This one again?"

"The one in Nether Land." Old Dragon Lord took over the conversation.

He had dealt with Zhenjun Taiyi back then, and this person wanted to buy some natural materials and earthly treasures from him, many of which he did not have in his hands.

If there was a conversation, it was only that one time, and he has not seen Zhenjun Taiyi since then.

Zhenjun Wuji's eyes were serious, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that Zhenjun Zunhun didn't wait for Yuyan to be promoted to Nascent Soul, so he found that person as his helper. It is a good method and a good plan."

"It's better for you to go back and forth wherever you come from." Taiyi Zhenjun communicated with many great monks outside the formation. Yang Zongchen is not dead yet, and they don't have the time to deal with the Nascent Soul in Xiaohuangyu at this moment.

"Since the old devil is dead, who is trapped in the formation?"

Zhenjun Wuya didn't answer the old demon Qingshang's question, but concentrated his mana to cast a spell and sound transmission: "Fellow Soul Daoist! Hold on for a while, the one trapped in that formation is Zhenjun Chenyan of Tianyang Shenzong, Also ask Zhenjun to hold your hand high, and you must not kill here."

Listen to this.

Before the others could react, the old devil of Hehuanzong immediately cursed: "Damn you, old thief Wuya, you are not a person, you lied to me, why didn't you say that you want to save people, who am I? It turned out to be the Great Sect of the Eastern Desolation Realm."

"Since he is trapped in the big formation, why bother us to rescue him?" The old demon Qingshang was about to run away immediately, and this plague-stricken job meant that others might get contaminated and stain his robe.

How could the Wuya Zhenjun of the Wanfa Sect be so ignorant to come up with him.

Speaking of persuading that person, it's okay not to attack the Blood Fiend Sect.

Going further, the Blood Fiend Sect has a bit of power anyway, and can support the small wasteland a little bit, lest monks from other realms come to annex them.To put it closer, the key to the Yuanyang domain will be available once the century is over, and you can make another profit if you sell it.

They couldn't afford to offend the numerous big sects in the Eastern Desolation Territory, and looking at the people in the formation, they were clearly monks in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.Being able to trap Yuanying Zhenjun in the formation, he even has the upper hand.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The old demon Qingshang immediately turned his head to leave.For some unknown reason, that Supreme Soul Lord also released the powerful coercive aura of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

At this time, fighting is not to offend people.

True Monarch Wu Ya was also furious, he was furious when he received the news.

Tu Shanjun really didn't care about sympathy and rules, and insisted on destroying the blood evil sect.

If you don't care about it, don't care about it.

As long as it doesn't affect the world, he doesn't care about it, and he can force Tu Shanjun to spit out the Yuanyang domain key that he swallowed.

But what shocked him next was Tianyang Shenzong's distress talisman.

This pushed him forward.

He was afraid that Chen Yan would die in Xiaohuangyu, and he was also afraid that Zhenjun Chen Yan would not die.

He couldn't turn a blind eye to the magic talisman sent to the sect. It's okay to die, and he can push all the responsibilities to the devil, Mr. Tu Shan.

Looking at the posture in front of him again, Zhenjun Wuya slapped his thigh fiercely. He thought that Yang Zongchen, a big disciple, would not be in such a mess even if he fell into a disadvantage. Looking closely, the result was obviously not in line with what he imagined.

"Shouldn't come!" Zhenjun Wuya sighed in his heart, he should have stayed behind closed doors at that time, and shouldn't have interfered in this matter.

The old demon Qingshang who didn't look at the Hehuan Sect seemed to have seen shit, and was afraid that he would get a little bit of it.

But there's no other way, they're here.

……

Tu Shanjun didn't know the situation of Zhenjun Wuya.

However, he didn't take down the last two small flags. Just in case, it's better to save some means and mana, lest the Yuanying Zhenjun in Xiaohuangyu get dizzy and want to fight him.

The extermination of the sect is the behavior of the devil, and he can't tell the motive of his revenge, otherwise he will expose the secret of himself as a magic weapon.

And he did break the rules of Xiaohuangyu.

Xiaohuangyu Nascent Soul won't allow him, neither will the righteous and evil ways.

The yin wind blows through the flesh, the yin fire in the dantian burns fiercely, and Yang Zongchen is no longer human.

He stared at Lei Jie above, moved his golden eyes to stare at Tu Shanjun and said, "I didn't expect to be forced into such a situation by you."

As he spoke, he took out a round fire bead and crushed it violently.

The golden beam of light lifted into the sky.

His body scorched by the thunder was immediately shrouded in a beam of light, and the erosion of the killing array was swept away, and he took out a long feathered arrow, and the ring around his body turned into a Lingbao longbow.

He bent his bow and set up an arrow, aiming at Mr. Tu Shan.

A wordless terror enveloped Tu Shanjun.

It was as if he clearly knew that when the golden feather arrow burst out, his body would shatter in an instant, and no body-protecting spells or defensive spirit treasures would be able to stop it.

Therefore, he did not block the soul banner in front.

If he is dead, as long as the soul banner is unimpeded, he can use the evil energy to repair his body.

If the honored soul flag is broken, the life may really disappear.

After three breaths, Yang Zongchen put down the longbow and golden feather arrow in his hand.

He said lightly: "You don't deserve to die under this treasure. You'd better pray that you don't meet me again. After suffering this time, I won't give you a second chance to deploy."

Tu Shanjun turned his palm over.

"Cut, destroy, decline, exhaust, die."

"Feng Huo Lei!"

All to.

Unfortunately, the golden beam of light remained motionless.And Yang Zongchen also showed a contemptuous smile: "It's useless, even the Venerable can't stop this treasure."

Tu Shanjun raised his fist flatly.

Bow like a moon, punch like a star.

"True meaning!"

"Soul swallowing."

Yang Zongchen, whose smile hadn't faded, felt his aura recede rapidly, as if his inspiration had been sucked away by something, and his cultivation base in the middle stage of Nascent Soul loosened.

At the same time as the golden light bloomed, Yang Zongchen roared: "Impossible! How can my cultivation be..."

Before the words fell, his body had disappeared.

Tu Shanjun gently lowered his fist.

"I won't hesitate to meet again, but I just don't know that we can't meet again, maybe you can't even pass the test of senior."

(End of this chapter)