I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 591
Tu Shanjun's purple-black eyes gradually turned scarlet, and he stared coldly at the phantom in front of him.

The phantom coercion can be called terrifying.

Even with only [-]% of the strength of Venerable Huashen, it gave Tu Shanjun an unspeakable sense of oppression. This was an enemy he had never faced before.

Those opponents in the past, no matter how strong they are, are limited, and reaching the peak is only the peak, which is far from the Huashen Venerable who has entered the Tao.

What's more, he is still facing the late Nascent Soul.

If Zun Hun Banner wants to display the power of the top-grade Lingbao, it needs more than half of the Nascent Soul Yinshen.

"Senior, stop!"

The grey-robed old man encouraged to grit his teeth.

It's not that he hates Mr. Tu Shan, but that he finds it terrifying.

In his eyes, this person suppressed him, the Nascent Soul True Monarch, with one hand, and contended with the phantom of his own master with the other hand.If it weren't for the phantom of the master, this palm would have landed on the young master's head.

"While we still have face, everyone stop, we will leave immediately without any entanglement, and we will come to the noble sect with great gifts in the future."

heard.

Gu Yu also realized that Grandpa's phantom is strong but it can't exist for a long time. If Taiyizong is seriously injured today, it will make both parties unhappy.

However, he was unwilling.

They have already used their trump cards, if they still beg for mercy, it will be ridiculed.

Even if he went back to Donghuang, he would still be a laughingstock.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said fiercely in his heart: "It cannot exist for a long time, but the Yuanying Zhenjun who killed a small place should be easily captured."

The fierce light bloomed.

The killing intent in his chest was accumulated like substance, it seemed that as long as he opened his mouth to spit it out, the grandpa phantom standing in front of him would kill this Nascent Soul True Monarch with a wave of his hand.

At that time, everyone is dead, and who will come to seek justice?

In a big deal, it's better to be distributed again than to bend over here.

Even though he had this feeling in his heart, he couldn't stop begging for mercy: "Senior, let's be a man so that we can meet in the future. My grandfather is the Venerable God of Transformation, and the sect I rely on is Donghuang Wanfa. For your own sake, you should also think about it for your disciples."

Tu Shanjun squinted sideways, as if he didn't pay attention to Gu Yu at all, only the phantom of transforming spirit in front of him could make him pay attention.

Just listen to him say lightly:
"Even if your parents come in person, your cultivation must remain."

Tu Shanjun turned his palms into fists.

The raging black air boiled to the sky.

The clouds in the blue sky stagnate, and a powerful coercion gathers.

The old man in gray robe knew that he had to do something the moment he heard what Tu Shanjun said.

Therefore, without any hesitation, he raised the Lingbao long knife, spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, and the light shot up to the sky to tear open a hole.

"Secret technique, kill the immortal word chop."

"Pro!"

The front of the fist poured down like a mountain, and it was like the darkness of the sky swept over, covering all the light.

Accompanied by the roar.

The condensed sword light of hundreds of feet was crushed by the black mist.

This time, the gray-robed old man did not fly backwards, but was firmly pressed to the ground by the shadow of the fist pressing down from above, and the shadow of the fist turned into a palm in mid-air.

Like a cage, a formation was formed in an instant, and the lines of the formation reflected in it were completely blocked.

"How could this be?!"

"The same Nascent Soul,"

"The gap, is it so big!"

The old man in gray robe roared.

Although he was promoted to the Nascent Soul realm with the help of treasures, he didn't have the comprehension to comprehend the true meaning that belongs to him alone.

However, he came from the Great Realm of the Eastern Desolation, and belonged to the ancient family of the Eastern Desolation and Myriad Arts. The exercises he practiced are high-level exercises of the Taoist sect, and the power of spells and secret techniques is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Nascent Souls.

His methods of performing spells are more sophisticated, and his spiritual treasures and supernatural powers are also stronger, but he is still not a match for the one in front of him, and he was easily suppressed twice in a row.

He had imagined the gap between the two, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what the gray-robed old man was thinking. He raised his left arm and slashed it down with his palm. His right arm was broken at the root, and the purple-black nails shone with the light of the formation, quickly forming a small formation.

Half of his arm volleyed in the air and appeared in front of him as a blood-colored figure.

Under the blessing of the magic circle, the blood shadow condensed by the blood killing technique also has the great strength of Tu Shanjun himself. Maybe the blood shadow will collapse in the next moment, but this time is enough.

Tu Shanjun with a broken arm took a step forward.

Walking past the side where Xueying and Huashen Venerable Phantom were confronting each other calmly.

Appeared in front of Gu Yu.

Condescending.

Raise your palm.

"Your parents can't keep you."

"Cut the qi in your chest, destroy your dantian method, and rectify the prestige of my sect!"

The palm fell on Gu Yu's head.

Press.

"what!"

The ancient jade hair crown was shattered by a palm, and his wild hair was flying in the air. He made seals with his hands. He wanted to sacrifice the spirit treasure and talisman, and he had to arouse his true intentions to fight against it.

However, before he could make a move, he felt that the mana in his dantian evaporated rapidly, and his aura also retreated rapidly.

peak.

Late.

He didn't stop until he returned to the middle stage of Jindan.

Without mana support, even if he has all kinds of Taoism, he can't perform it, and when he regresses to the middle stage of Jindan, even bearing Lingbao and true meaning is a great burden.

It is futile to try to expand the legal domain under the palm of Tu Shanjun.

"It's over." The old man in gray robe sighed.

He didn't expect that the red-haired true monarch in front of him would rather break his arm than block the phantom left by the master, and knock down his young master's cultivation base, cut off the triple small realm, and let a fake baby's golden core peak return mid term.

Such secret techniques are really powerful.

However, the one who was more ruthless was the Great True Monarch.

Those Wanfa sect disciples who came with Gu Yu were scared like quails.

It is true that they are from Dazong, but they have never seen such a battle. It is rare to deal with Jindan Grandmaster on weekdays, let alone see the phantom of Yuanying Zhenjun and even Huashen Venerable.

They did not expect such a scene to appear.

"Master, this..."

Xu Zhao still couldn't help worrying and hesitating.

He felt that this person deserved such a crime, and was afraid that Wanfazong would blame them, so he couldn't help looking at Master, hoping that Master could persuade Master Uncle, otherwise this matter would just be over.

To be honest, his heart is pounding now.

It's not a matter of being excited or not. People with strong backgrounds will feel afraid of being retaliated, but it's the fear of the unknown.

True Lord Taiyi, who had his back to Xu Zhao, turned slightly sideways.

Showing the ferocity of choosing someone to eat: "Whoever destroys my Taiyi sect will pay the price no matter who it is."

Xu Zhao was taken aback.

The master in his impression has always been elegant but majestic, and he never realized that the master has such a side.

Since the master said so, and the uncle had already made a move, he had no way out, let alone the so-called peace, and nodded firmly.

He raised the array plate and used the large array to transmit a sound: "The elders and disciples of each peak perform their duties."

……

"My cultivation!" Gu Yu roared.

"puff!"

Inverse blood spurted out.

The blood light of the stars fell on the phantom of Venerable Huashen.

The originally sluggish Huashen phantom seemed to suddenly become energetic, and a dazzling light flashed in his indifferent eyes: "Presumptuous!"

Xu Ying took a horizontal palm shot, and the blood-colored figure resembling Tu Shanjun was smashed into pieces like smoke and dust, and Xu Ying also seemed to have a faint sense of consciousness, urging Xu Ying to lock on Tu Shanjun.

The flesh and blood on Tu Shanjun's right arm squirmed, and when the black energy gathered, an arm grew out instantly. It was no different from the original arm, the only difference was that the formation engraved on the fingernails had disappeared.

The consciousness also locks on the phantom of the god.

Said lightly: "Raise the big formation."

Tianyi's distracted formation suddenly manifested and unfolded.

Separate the main peak of Taiyi sect from other peaks.

It wasn't that Tu Shanjun wanted to use the large formation to suppress the phantom of Venerable Huashen, but he was afraid that the two of them would affect the sect and affect the safety of the sect's disciples.

"Have you started?"

"Who created the power?"

"What is that."

"..."

The disciples of the sect looked at the main peak separated by the formation, and the phantom that was blooming with brilliance.

A disciple with a low cultivation base could not look directly at that figure with his naked eyes, but opposite to that terrifying figure was the red-haired Tu Tiger in a black robe, whose majestic black energy dyed the blue sky.

"This is……"

The Banyan King of Shenshu Peak was astonished.

He could tell that that phantom was definitely not an ordinary monk, even the aura of his own grand elder was not as good as that of phantom, you must know that his own grand elder was in the late stage of Yuanying, and even this level of cultivation was not as good as phantom. Know who that is.

"Is it His Holiness?!"

Zhenjun Jinao, who was far away across the ocean, widened his eyes in surprise: "Mother, I told Taiyi to persuade Tu Shanjun. I said that Tu Shanjun had a bad temper, and Taiyi Zhenjun even pouted, let's fight now. "

"It's okay to fight, why does that phantom look so much like Venerable Huashen!"

"It's not a real person, it should be a supernatural power."

True Monarch Jin Ao pondered.

Even the pictures of Venerable Huashen's supernatural powers are not something ordinary Nascent Soul can compete with. He is an ally, and he doesn't want to offend such a powerful force as Wanfazong. Qi soldiers and horses."

"My lord, are we going to help Taiyizong?"

"Help me, if Taiyizong wins, we will go to 'help', if Taiyizong loses..." Zhenjun Jinao didn't make it very clear.

The monk at the other end of the sound transmission talisman suddenly realized: "Understood!"

Everyone will be happy if they win, but if they lose, they will definitely take advantage of the fire to loot.

Regardless of the fact that they are allies, there is no difference between an ally without strength and a dog in the water. The only thing waiting for them is to be annexed.

……

The phantom of the God Transformation gradually reveals its true face.

It was an old man dressed in plain clothes, even in his old age he looked extraordinarily refined and dignified. If he was young, he would have been a handsome and handsome monk.

The stagnation of the years is not obvious on the old man, except for the slightly dry skin and wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.

Huashen Xuying had already appeared in front of Tu Shanjun when Tu Shanjun was looking at him.

fists meet.

Tu Shanjun heard a slight sound, it was the sound of his arm bone breaking.

The body-protecting qi was not pierced by the phantom, but the huge force still surged in and shattered Tu Shanjun's arm in an instant.

Trickles of black and red blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and Tu Shanjun opened his mouth to spit out a shadow of blood.

"laugh!"

The palm strikes.

Evaporate the blood-colored phantom completely.

"Grandpa, kill him!"

Gu Yu's eyes were full of resentment.

His cultivation base has regressed so much now, without Tiancaidibao, it would take a lot of time to rebuild it by himself, and obviously there is no way to form a Nascent Soul before the age of 50.

Take one step slower, step by step slower, and you will never be able to catch up with Tianjiao in front of you again.

There is only a faint trace of spiritual consciousness in Huashen phantom, supporting the phantom to lock on Tu Shanjun, and even speak only two words.

"Heavenly Prisoner's Palm!"

The coercion from the Huashen Venerable was overwhelming, and the entire Taiyi Sect was shrouded in shadow.

If it weren't for the existence of the Tianyi Distraction Formation, perhaps this palm would crush Taiyizong completely, and at this time, Tu Shanjun stood at the forefront, posing with fists.

A wordless terror rose from his body.

Raise your fist slowly.

The black blood dyed the sky red, and there seemed to be countless creatures punching with him in the darkness.

at this time,

Heaven and earth are silent.

The river stagnates.

Birds and beasts of Chongshan dormant in the abyss.

(End of this chapter)