I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 638 Realm
The sun is burning.

Black robe hunting, red hair scarlet.

The tricky punch of the blue-faced fangs has been struck.

"Soul Swallowing Fist."

"True Dragon Fist!"

Although the old man was horrified, he quickly counterattacked.

The body-protecting qi is shaped like a gas mask, where inspiration gathers, breath is compressed, and the true power climbs to its peak at this moment.

Bang! ! !
The impact formed by the ripples and the explosion suddenly came out, and the wind breath formed by the collision turned into a hurricane, which expanded tens of miles away in an instant.This is not fighting in the realm of law. Once the aftermath of the two peak Nascent Souls' actions is not eliminated, it will be an unspeakable disaster for Xing Luo.

Silence and returning to basics are relative terms. With the suppression of the realm, the aftermath of the fighting can be minimized, or even completely isolated by the legal domain and controlled by oneself. However, when the two are evenly matched, head-to-head strength is what both sides need considerate.

Even though this place was specially selected by the East China Sea, and there are no living beings to reproduce, the entire plain, rainforest, mountains, ..., have been completely turned into ruins and deserts by the aftermath, with deep pits formed one after another by the breath of mana, and ravines cut by the breath of inspiration. Continuously.

Generally speaking, monks will open the magic domain when fighting skills to prevent their own breath from leaking and affecting the living beings, and some simply rise to a thousand feet high. Thousands of miles away, I still saw flying swords flying across the sky, most likely someone made a deliberate move.

The first one to widen his eyes was Jin Ao Zhenjun, as if he had seen something so terrifying that he couldn't believe it, even his voice trembled a little more: "Donghai, Ao Zhen, a famous senior, Master Feng True Monarch, it is said that he is the younger one among those peak True Monarchs, but unexpectedly..."

"This……!"

The mid-term cultivator standing in the distance opened his mouth wide. He rubbed his eyes fiercely to be sure that what he saw was true, and he hadn't fallen into a hallucination because of someone's illusion.

Of course, if he didn't fall into hallucinations, what happened to the scene in front of him?
Ao Cangmeng had already said nothing, he only felt a dull pain in the fist mark on his chest.

Trapped by the black and red silk thread, Ao Mengsheng lost his focus.

The Great True Monarch Peak looked sideways, and the dragon's eyes suddenly shrank to the tip of a needle.

He didn't cry out in surprise or yell, but turned his eyes to the man's body and looked at his fist, which was bloody and bloody, and the bones at the wrist were crooked, which was really miserable, but he turned back Looking at his empty arm, he didn't know why such a thing happened.

"Yuanying, the pinnacle!"

Ao Zhen's face was as ugly as the bottom of a pitch-black pot.

Under the "smoke and fire", it is inevitable that it will not look so good, especially when I lost an arm, but watched the other party's twisted wrist heal little by little, I can't tell what my mood is at this time.

Nascent Soul peak is not a distant word for him, he himself is in such a state, and many fellow Taoists he meets also have such a state.But no one would have imagined that the person who was obediently waiting to die a moment ago had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul at this moment.

This is no longer a breakthrough, let alone luck.

Ao Zhen felt that this was a game in itself, a game to lure them over, that's why there were monks at the peak of Nascent Soul waiting for them in advance.In this way, what happened just now was all because the person in front of him was playing tricks on him.

Xu Shi used secret techniques to strengthen his cultivation and strength.

It's just that there is no benefit in doing so, and the person in front of him is too calm, there is no trace of nervousness on the face of the blue-faced fangs, and there is no instability in the use of secret techniques, so he has to think deeply.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it is a breakthrough.

He saw with his own eyes the black-robed ghost cultivator swallowing the Yinshen of the Wan brothers' Nascent Soul, and swallowing the Yinshen increased his strength. It sounded like a fantasy, but in fact he had never heard of such an evil method.Evil methods always have various flaws, and the flaws are so big that people simply ignore the gains.

Tu Shanjun raised his wrist, and then fished it out, and the soul banner appeared in his hand, and the hammer head hung down.

His eyes looked abnormally red, and the pitch-black pupils were even more strange.Those eyes looked Ao Zhen up and down.

Ao Zhen is five and a half feet of medium height. His body looks extremely thin, and his cheeks are sunken on his face. It is said that he is old, but in fact his age cannot be seen. The age of a monk is the easiest Those who are ignored by others, although their age cannot be seen from their appearance, they are still energetic and unambiguous.

"Ah!" Ao Mengsheng yelled and was about to turn Yuanying Yin into a giant dragon and break free from the shackles of the silk thread, but just as the black-robed monk looked sideways and pressed his palm gently, the black-red silk thread wrapped Ao Meng Sheng was locked firmly in place and couldn't move, let alone roar.

Tu Shanjun raised his palm, then put it down again.

He did get stronger.

If he was allowed to go back to the time just now, he would be able to blow up Ao Mengsheng's dragon body without unlocking Ghost King Reincarnation.The effect of the three Yuanying Yinshen is indeed remarkable.

The improvement of the realm also made Tu Shanjun's strength leap greatly.

Ao Zhenzhang took the next cyan elixir, and his broken arm quickly recovered. After a while, it has grown to the point where it is not much different from the original one, that is, the whole body is a little fairer, and it is not as harmonious and unified as before.

Gather the body-protecting qi, and sacrifice a long mace.

"Yimu Fusheng Pill, a sixth-grade elixir, as long as you have a breath, you can hang your life, and heal a serious injury in an instant." Tu Shanjun said lightly, based on his understanding of Xingluo Dandao, he also knows several kinds of sixth-grade elixir, just right Ao Zhen used one of the ones he knew.

"It really is a panacea."

"I just don't know how many you have."

The moment the words fell, Tu Shanjun leaped high and fell down suddenly.

The long-handled mace in his hand hammered down from above.

boom.

Ao Zhen can't resist for half a breath. The body shield is like paper paste, and it is cut open by the sharp fingertips of the mace. Without the body shield, Tu Shanjun's attack with the mace is like a violent storm, more like a raging sea. , One layer is better than one layer, and what makes Ao Zhen feel strange is that his breath and inspiration are slowly weakening.

"True intent?"

Just as Ao Zhen wanted to distance himself to cast a spell, a black light appeared in front of him, as if he had made up his mind to fight close to the end.

He felt that the palm holding the weapon was bloody and slippery. Not only did this damned monster possess terrifying power, but he was also not afraid of exchanging injuries for injuries. If he continued to fight like this, he would be tempered to death sooner or later.

However, at this time, there was no way out.

Ao Cang's heart skipped a beat. His ancestor was actually suppressed. Seeing the red-haired and black-robed monk fighting more and more bravely, he couldn't help feeling uneasy.He decided to rescue Meng Sheng first. They might not win, but neither could the other party. Meng Sheng's situation would be dangerous if the stalemate continued.

The three Wan brothers have already been swallowed alive by that ghost cultivator, so there is no guarantee that Ao Mengsheng will follow in the footsteps of the Wan brothers.

"bass."

The mace shaped like a halberd leaped forward and couldn't see his figure clearly. Ao Cang, who had already appeared beside Ao Mengsheng, hurriedly set up his spirit treasure to block it, but it was okay if he didn't block it. The spirit treasure that blocked him instantly bombarded him. In his chest, a huge force threw him flying.

Tu Shanjun raised his fist flatly like a black hole that absorbed all the light.

The majestic coldness of Soul Swallowing True Intent drives out all light like a starry sky, leaving only the deepest darkness.

"Swallow the sky!"

This is the purest supernatural power, and it is completely the embodiment of the way of practice.

Before a punch has been opened, the darkness has come.

Ao Zhen also didn't sit still, he even thought this was an excellent opportunity, because Tu Shanjun didn't have a weapon in his hand at this time.Unleashing a long mace, the whole body is as if ancient monsters gathered and descended, and an illusory dragon appeared behind Ao Zhen, stretching his body.

"Blood Wind True Meaning."

"The Heavenly Dragon Cracks the Sky!"

The colossal monster tore open the shady curtain of the sky. It was invisible but seemed to hold the heart of a person, making it impossible for the heart to continue beating.The mouth that opened like a mountain seemed to swallow this blocked small world, and of course it would also swallow Tu Shanjun who was in the small world.

One punch.

The small world shook.

The light exploded from the front of the fist.

The beam of light that burst out was like a frosty snow-wrought iron snow silver knife. When the light flickered, the invisible colossus was instantly smashed to pieces, and even the small world it was wrapped in was split open.

The still sky flowed again, and the heaven and earth breathed again, holding their breath.

Destroy Tianlong with one punch!

Thousands of miles of clear sun scorched the sky.

……

Looking at his bare arms again, Ao Zhen raised his head with difficulty, his eyes fell on the stern face, and he seemed to have some doubts: "You... who the hell?!"

He really didn't understand that even though he had used his current strongest strength, he was still no match for this person.

And, the second time, the whole arm was crushed.

This is the real difference.

Tu Shanjun did not answer his question, stared at Ao Zhen with scarlet eyes, and said lightly: "Retire now, I can pretend that nothing happened, and I will not tell what happened today."

"If you don't retreat, you will all die!"

Pointing at the cultivator behind Ao Zhen with his bluish-white finger, he moved to Ao Mengsheng who was tied up in a ball with black and red silk thread: "There are only two choices."

Ao Zhen lowered his eyes and said, "Meng Sheng's Nascent Soul Yin God will be returned to us."

"can!"

With a light tap of Tu Shanjun's finger, the black and red silk thread quickly receded.

Ao Mengsheng, who was wrapped into rice dumplings, quickly got out of trouble, flew to Ao Zhen's side, and flew into the soul nourishing bag without saying anything.

Ao Zhen took another deep look at Tu Shanjun before saying, "Let's go!"

Take people away without delay.

……

"This move clearly implies the overall situation. Why do you always feel that letting them go is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain?" Jin Ao sighed.

Tu Shanjun laughed and said, "They are dragons."

Jin Ao asked again: "Then who is the tiger?"

Tu Shanjun didn't answer.

"Ahem!" Taiyi coughed twice, his complexion turned pale abnormally, he recovered after taking the elixir, looked at Zhenjun Jinao and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your help, fellow daoist, otherwise this battle Don’t know what to do yet.”

Zhenjun Jinao shook his head, he was really not a hero, and he didn't continue to fight in the end: "Hey, I didn't help anything, but I was frightened after seeing their identities, if Fellow Daoist Tu Shan hadn't defeated Ao Zhen , it may not be easy for us to get out."

"I should also go back to prepare for the battle against the Hehuan Sect." Zhenjun Jin Ao offered to bid farewell.

But at the end, Jin Ao paused for a moment, and looked at Taiyi with a flash of light in his eyes: "Xingyuan Ruins, what happened to make Donghai make such a big move?"

"What do fellow Daoists think?"

"I'm afraid it's not something wrong with the Huashen Patriarch of the Flood Dragon Clan in the East Sea."

"Either you will be seriously injured in the East China Sea, or you will be lost in the ruins of the Star Abyss, so..."

"Who knows."

"Fellow Daoist really doesn't know?"

"do not know."

"it is good."

Jin Ao nodded and didn't ask any more questions, he flew into a ray of light and disappeared into the clouds.

on the way back.

Tu Shanjun performed the escape technique and took Taiyi back to the sect.

"I'm the one who dragged down junior brother." Taiyi said with emotion.

If his mana was strong enough, there would be no need to let Dong Hai's direct lineage Nascent Souls go.The death of a few priests is really nothing. If the direct descendant of the East China Sea dies, it may cause a big war if it is a bad one.

At this juncture, there are always no surprises.

"Mr. Donghai won't let me kill them." Tu Shanjun pondered and said, "I have reached an agreement with Mr. Donghai."

(End of this chapter)