I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 635 Body Repair
The pitch-black pupils were like thick ink soaked in water, driving away the scarlet from the whites of the eyes and turning them into black.

Black and shiny.

dark?

No, it's the sky changing and not the darkness.

The rippling blackness dyed the sky, isolated the earth, and finally completely wrapped up this small world.

The deep darkness has no end in sight, only candles flickering in the distance, and the red candles illuminate the shrines that look quaint and decayed.

The slightly short Nascent Soul cultivator took half a step back, and looked down at the puddle he was stepping on, which had been covered by black black water, even submerged into his ankles.There was a figure in the puddle that looked like him.Maybe that's his figure, if you ignore the strange smile of that figure.

His name is Ao Cangmeng, and he is a monk from the generation of Donghai's uncles. With the cultivation level of Dazhenjun, even Ao Zhan, who guards Donghai City, would call him "Second Uncle" when he saw him.I have lived for most of my life, I have never experienced any weird things, I have never seen any big storms, but today I feel a faint fear rising from the bottom of my heart.

Of course, he knew the personal cultivation and strength of the three Wan brothers, and also understood the power of their battle formations. With the combined efforts of the three, even the Da Zhenjun in the late Yuanying period would find it very difficult.Not to mention killing them so easily.He did react, but it was useless by then.

But he is still calm.

In fact, there is not a big watershed between Nascent Soul monks, there are only two, ordinary Nascent Soul monks and Dazhenjun.

Probably because the Nascent Soul cultivator at this time has seen the road ahead of him clearly, and the Nascent Soul cultivator is also close to the Yang God. The three points of the supernatural powers can be learned by the cultivator of Huashen, that is, to communicate with the world and borrow the power of nature.

The three Wan brothers suffered from the surprise attack by Jin Ao, and lost their opportunity long ago.The remaining two were just ordinary Nascent Souls, and he could easily kill such people.

So he sacrificed his own weapon, a trident, and while holding the trident, he held it up silently.

The roar hangs from above.

The originally dark sky was replaced by azure, and the shining ripples piled up like ocean waves. With the breath of the sea, Qing Mingtian has turned into a vast ocean.As the pressure was still gradually falling, if he wanted to completely crush Tu Shanjun's legal domain, he wanted to tear up all the shrines and disperse them.

Jin Ao's eyes were fixed, as if he knew something, he stared fixedly at the little monk who raised his weapon.

He opened his mouth, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but all the words were finally swallowed, leaving only the rolling throat and the trembling nose tip.

Everyone present knew what he was going to say, nothing more than calling out the origin of the person holding the weapon, calling out the name and heel of the other party.But what's the use of doing this? Would the Jiaolong clan entrenched in the East China Sea really be afraid of the revenge of Jinao Palace and Taiyizong?

Jin Ao suddenly had a sore nose, shook his head with a miserable smile and said nothing, if he shouted at the other party, he would really tear his face.

He couldn't implicate the entire Golden Ao Palace because of his momentary pleasure.

He Huanzong could still fight, but he really didn't have the courage to face the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan.

Ao Cang suddenly saw Jinao Zhenjun's shrinking, and smiled calmly. The so-called Xingluo power ranking is just a thing jointly created by the two sects and Donghai. The status of the two sects and the six domains of the East China Sea.

Even the top ten have to be divided into ranks.

The tall Dazhenjun curled his lips and said with a sneer: "Three brothers of the Wan family, waste is waste after all, wasting resources in vain."

If it weren't for the fact that the battle formation secret technique is still powerful, Donghai would not have provided the other two with the resources to conceive babies. Although the Wan brothers have made many contributions over the years, they are not members of their clan after all.

Renxiu has a saying that is good, if you are not of my race, your heart must be different.

If you die, you will die. If your skills are not as good as people, you can’t blame others if you die. Anyway, for Donghai, Nascent Soul offerings are not precious. The down-and-out Nascent Soul cultivator came to seek refuge.

Cultivators are always like this. Without a spiritual vein that matches or even surpasses their own cultivation level, it is even a problem to practice, which leads to most of the high-level cultivation appearing in places with broader resources and more abundant resources.

"Let me do it." The tall monk stepped forward first, he glanced at Jin Ao who was vigilant but had already given up, then turned to look at Ao Cangmeng, cupped his hands and said, "Trouble brother Luezhen, let's see my younger brother capture him alive." Come." After speaking, the whole person turned into a streamer and rushed to the sky.

"it is good!"

Seeing the tall monk soaring to the sky, the mid-term monk wearing a mask cheered loudly, and said loudly: "Uncle Fifth is the Yimu Qinglong battle body that our clan has seen in a thousand years, even if it is a famous existence on the blood list of the Eastern Desolation, I did not expect that today See Uncle Wu make a move!"

"Go."

The tall monk crushed the mask on his face, revealing his true face. The scales covered his face like a mask, revealing a pair of blue-gold dragon eyes. In his hand, a long crutch that looked like a twisted tree appeared in front of him. In his hand, he said lightly: "You really shouldn't have come here."

With the horizontal stick, Da Zhenjun's inspirational breath bloomed.

Its qi and blood are full, like a golden sun.

If it was an ordinary Qi practitioner, he would be stabbed by the blood-filled light even if he took a single look at it.In this wave of qi and blood, there is even more vitality, not the slightest bit of lethargy.

Tu Shanjun held up the soul banner, and the skeleton ghost at the end wrapped the banner cloth around his body.

He didn't say anything, just like when he killed the Wan brothers, he was calm and silent.Whether it is killing or being killed, there is not so much to say, it is a matter of life and death.

Ao Mengsheng, the name will never be associated with a fierce man.

However, the figure that appeared above the 'Tianhai' was extraordinarily tall, even taller and more majestic than Tu Shanjun, with a nine-foot body standing like an iron tower standing in mid-air.

It was the twisted crutches in his hands that made him lack the temperament of a tough man.

Generally, such a monk should use some heavy and regular weapons, just like he has exercised his body, so should weapons. Not only are long crutches not as flexible as sticks, but they are also not as sharp as axes, axes, halberds and halberds. People who use such weapons probably There is no too regular rules.

as predicted.

As soon as they fought, Tu Shanjun felt a cry coming from his arm, black and red blood flowed from the torn wound of the tiger's mouth, which was absorbed by the long pole of the soul banner in his hand, and the soul banner seemed to come alive, 'breathing' on Tu Shanjun The evil spirit and the blood flowing out.

"What a powerful force!"

The words were not spoken by Tu Shanjun, but by Ao Mengsheng who was holding a crutch.

He looked at his hands, two blood flowers bloomed in the center of the palms, and they healed in an instant, just like a short-lived epiphyllum, and did not stay too long.

Surprise flashed across Ao Mengsheng's eyes. He was disdainful for the ancestor to let him take action that day. He was not needed to deal with a monk in the early Yuanying stage. Just as he thought, Hei Si was strong but could not resist several Dazhenjuns. Working together, the hatred was instantly felt, and the means of suppressing the bottom of the box were not even displayed.

A hole card that cannot be used is not considered one's own strength at all.

Until now.

He finally got serious.

There was a raging war in his eyes.

As Xing Luohai's purest physical cultivation, his physical strength is stronger and tougher than wild beasts.The blow just now was just an equal share with the opponent.The ghost cultivator wearing a black-purple golden crown in front of him may not be a simple person, at least he should not be regarded as an ordinary Dazhenjun.

"kill."

The moment the word was killed, Ao Mengsheng had already rushed in front of Tu Shanjun, and the solitary crutch-like long stick became very slow at this moment, as slow as an old man swinging his crutch to hit someone, logically It is said that anyone can dodge it, but Tu Shanjun didn't make any more moves.

"Is it true?"

Taiyi's gaze sank all of a sudden, he has confidence in Tu Shanjun, but the fight between monks will be full of uncertainties, not to mention the game between Dazhenjun, if there is a mistake or omission, it will be punished. The man seized the opening and killed him with one blow.

His eyes fell on Jin Ao, and then turned to Ao Cangmeng.Ao Cangmeng didn't make a move because of his self-confidence. He was very confident in the clansmen with the combat body, but not only was he confident, he also wanted the clansmen to test out Tu Shanjun's ability, so that he could make a move.

If you act rashly without knowing anything, it will ruin the situation.

In his eyes, Jin Ao didn't even have any underwear left, Taiyi's cultivation was not enough, and only Tu Shanjun in black robe was a threat.

Ao Mengsheng sneered and waved the long crutches in his hands. With the true meaning that he has evolved into supernatural powers, let alone monks of the same level, even monks with higher cultivation levels than him will suffer if they don't know why.The true meaning lies in the way of speed.He has seen through Tu Shanjun's true intentions, it is a devouring force, not enough to contend with him at this time.

Who would have guessed.

Tu Shanjun, who was supposed to be in a daze, didn't have the slightest intention to take precautions, but instead tightened his grip on the long-handled hammer.Ao Mengsheng's movements were very slow, and Tu Shanjun's movements were also slow, the two coincidentally were very synchronized.

The use of weapons is completely different.

boom.

The long crutches tore apart the darkness and candlelight from above, and smashed hard on Tu Shanjun's shoulder.

The entire shoulder collapsed in an instant, and even the thick bones in the body pierced the flesh and blood.

Ao Mengsheng didn't look happy at all, because he felt a chill in his stomach, and the inner armor on his body didn't block the sharpness of the hammer at all. In just a split second, his stomach was pulled open like a zipper .

He immediately grabbed the crutch handle in his hand.

Keng! !

The long knife is unsheathed.

Enduring the pain, Ao Mengsheng roared and swung the knife at Tu Shanjun's neck.

clang.

The long-handled Lingbao stood in front of him and also blocked his long knife.

"Roar."

Reflected by the roar, Ao Mengsheng's height skyrocketed.

The dragon claws pierced the magic robe on his body, and the toes pierced the iron boots. Only the close-fitting inner armor seemed to change into a more suitable iron suit as Ao Mengsheng's body shape changed.

The battle knife drawn from the long crutches in his hand also turned into a silver moon.

(End of this chapter)