I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 651
"Huh!"

Everyone who climbed the ancient building was at a loss.

Looking at each other, they all saw similar expressions in the eyes of their comrades.

This is simply unbelievable!
On the other hand, the barefoot and white-robed monk standing at the front had a calm face and normal expression.

Only when he saw the black-robed monk being forced to retreat by three parties, his forehead became strange, and slowly twisted into the word Chuan, but he still didn't say anything, as if he didn't need to explain anything to everyone present.

"A false alarm, a false alarm..."

The ancestor of the Wu family couldn't help but speak out.

After recovering, he realized that his voice had attracted everyone's attention.Rao, as a Jindan real person, also felt very stressed at this time, so he slightly cupped his hands and forced out a not-so-good-looking smile to deal with it.

The Wu family was not doing well in the first place, not as good as it was before, and now they put all their treasures on the Taiyi sect. The family members, the children of Tianshui Linggen, were sent to be disciples of the ancestors, so they were naturally close to the ancestors.After all, in essence, even the Taiyi Sect may not be the backing of the Wu family, the ancestor Zunhun is the biggest backer of the Wu family.

Looking at the situation just now, don't say he was nervous, just ask everyone here who can calm down calmly and calmly, maybe they are all planning which branch of the Acacia sect they should join.Unexpectedly, the ancestor's actions seemed to be slow but he was not hindered, as if he was not affected by the true magical power.

It is inevitable to relax at this time.

The ancestor of the Wu family looked at Zhenjun Taiyi at the front again, and couldn't help but cast his eyes on the ground in admiration.

Even though people know the strength of the ancestor and have confidence in their hearts, they can't learn that indifferent attitude. They didn't see that the suzerain's expression didn't change at all, and even his eyelids didn't change at all.

You must know that when the ancestor pierced Zhenjun Linzhao's chest, all the people in the audience exclaimed, and there was no silence in the uproar.

Originally tense, everyone was waiting for the lottery like a gambler.No, not like gamblers, they can stand here, stand with Taiyizong, who is not a real gambler.

Although now is not the time for the lottery, at least they feel at ease.

"Is it really a false alarm?"

I don't know who said it all of a sudden.

The people who were originally quite happy suddenly fell into silence.

Far days.

Two people and one beast attacked, and the ancestor was forced to retreat.Looking around, none of the comrades around him could help the ancestor.

The only one is Taiyi Zhenjun who sits in Dazhong City and is the sect master.But it is said that the suzerain's strength is not enough to intervene in such a battle.

'Taiyizong... the background is still too weak. '

This idea suddenly appeared in my heart.

Ouyang Yu, the head of the Yin Lingzong, sighed secretly and looked at his palms, the white joints that had been gripped by tension just now were trembling slightly.

……

The black-robed Taoist stopped his retreating figure, and stood on the top of the black mist cloud, his lowered eyelids slowly raised, his eyes were like glass.

The surprise was just a flash, and was put away by Tu Shanjun.

The originally tall figure was much shorter.

Especially in front of the giant tiger snake, Tu Shanjun's seven-foot body is like a small bean bag.

The Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect said sharply, "I underestimated Taiyi Sect. It's unbelievable that Taiyi Sect has a hero like you. With the cultivation of the top Dazhenjun, he behaves like this, which is even more low-key than that tortoise with a golden claw." The conversation changed, and he taunted: "I never thought that you would be so insidious that you even accepted the challenge of the Dazhenjun."

Tu Shanjun smiled, waved his sleeves and retracted his fists, and said lightly: "The battle between the generals and the generals, I will accept you and you will not be willing. If I do not accept it, I will be scolded for being a coward and scheming. As for the insidiousness..." Laughed coldly, and did not comment.

Why put a hat on your opponent.

insidious?

mean?

If he hadn't been backed by the sect, he would have to be benevolent, righteous, and famous, so as not to be regarded as a heretic by others, Tu Shanjun didn't need to explain a lot to others.What's more, he and Hehuanzong have nothing to talk about, the matter has come to this point, and the winner will be determined.Of course, it can also be called 'right or wrong'.

"Isn't this what you all wanted to see?"

Tu Shanjun spread his hands, waved to the thin and dark middle-aged man and said: "Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth under my hands."

Without waiting for the response from the Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect, the burly man who was stepping on the giant tiger and snake laughed loudly, and put the gourd in his hand on his shoulders. His hearty laughter was like the sound of a gong and drum: "You are so brave! I heard that you were able to cultivate to become a Dazhen Monarch more than ten years ago, but now you have reached the pinnacle."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that you are a genius."

"However, no matter how arrogant you are, it's still a three-on-one situation." The big man raised three rough fingers, with a different kind of smile on his mouth, and the strange colors in his eyes flickered frequently.

No matter how talented Tianjiao is, it is impossible to have such an entry, let alone seen it, never heard of it.

The mana accumulation of the Nascent Soul cultivator is a huge amount of work, and it takes time to hone it.

This is a lot of hard work, and it can't be faked at all.

Even if it is the best spiritual root of Tianlinggen, it takes a hundred years to improve, and this is still under the condition that there is no shortage of elixir.If you encounter a bottleneck again, you may not be able to make an inch of progress for hundreds of years. What's more, if you can't see your own way forward, it will make your way stagnant.

The man in black in front of him violated common sense.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

The big man of the Beast Sect who didn't pay much attention to the Taiyi Sect was impatient now.

Although the real king and the venerable are only in the same realm, the obstacles in it are not enough for outsiders.Maybe he has to stay at the peak of the Nascent Soul all his life, and he has no chance to become a venerable.

Therefore, he was naturally curious as to why Tu Shanjun had such a fast cultivation base.

The Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect also heard the implication of the big man's words.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but look at the black-robed Taoist again.

There was also a curious look in his eyes, and he turned his gaze to the big man: "Beastmaster, if we can defeat Taiyizong, we can understand the secrets of him together."

As he spoke, he pointed to the red-haired man stepping on the head of the black mist cloud in the distance.

The rough man flicked the pumpkin in his hand, click, the short handle shaped like a pumpkin hammered into a long handle, the insect cage around his waist made a buzzing sound, and then countless beetles as small as sesame seeds flew out of it, watching from a distance, thinking that the sky had changed such a color.

"Fellow Daoist Miaohe said well, you and I are allies, we should advance and retreat in the same way. It doesn't matter if it's secret or not. Taiyizong will bear the consequences for this big case." The beast king smiled and held a long-handled golden gourd, pointing to the red-haired black-robed Taoist in the far sky: "Boy, if you are willing to tell us why your cultivation has advanced so quickly, I will be a peacemaker."

Miaohe peak Dazhenjun did not stop the Beastmaster of the Beastmaster Sect, the long mace in his hand was spinning with golden light, near the gauntlet, an octagonal prism reflected Miaohe's profile, his dark face was full of indifference that he was sure of victory.

Tu Shanjun waved his sleeves, and the head of the soul banner in his hand wrapped the topmost skeleton evil spirit. The evil spirit's arms and palms were folded to form a strange-looking mace, with black and red streamers flashing, and the long handle decorated with dark golden patterns.

The beast king praised: "Good weapon!"

"Of course it's a good weapon." Tu Shanjun immediately turned into a black mist.

The Great Elder of the Hehuan Sect shouted angrily: "Don't leave, thief! Give me a mace."

Instead of fleeing, Tu Shanjun went one step further. The black light turned into a huge ripple, which bloomed slowly after his body disappeared for a long time.

In the midst of the wind and lightning, holding a nail hammer fell from the sky like a meteor, and the force of the cracking wind was like a waterfall pouring down from the sky, intending to dye the earth into black black and scarlet.

"kill!"

Scarlet light burst out.

The Great True Monarch Miaohe Peak is not afraid at all, the body shield is shaped like a chaotic chicken, with golden and white hair, and the mysterious talismans on the body protection robe are like precise lines intertwined and converged, finally forming a light that turns the body of the Great True Monarch Miaohe Peak into a golden and white beam of light that soars into the sky.

The aura and coercion of the Great True Monarch at the peak were like a vast ocean, pouring down on the earth and sweeping across the sky.

Not to mention that everyone in the ancient city was stunned, each and every one of them seemed like wooden figures unable to utter a word.

Where have they seen this kind of power.In the past, Nascent Soul cultivator's fighting skills were rare, but now it is a battle between the Supreme Masters. In the situation where the Venerable Masters are rumored and rarely seen, the Master Master is the strongest in Xing Luohai, which is the limit of what they can see.

In the Hall of Joy, the Nascent Souls of the Acacia Sect watching the battle were amazed.

Just now I thought it was because Lin Zhao's strength had declined that he was defeated by that person with three punches and two kicks, but now I understand that it is not that Lin Zhao is too weak at all, but that this person is too strong, and the newly promoted Great True Monarch is not inferior to the great elders of their sect in terms of breath pressure.

The two mysterious lights collided.

The sound of gold and iron seemed to have been swallowed up by the sound of the explosion.

The radiance that bloomed suddenly paled.

The eight-faced prism in the hand of the great master of Miaohe peak spun rapidly, and the surrounding world was assimilated and saturated by his breath.

Originally thought it would be hell, the devil's kingdom, or the lustful sex of a woman, arousing primitive desires, but it is the purest Taoism, double cultivation, joy, and miraculous accompaniment.

On the contrary, it seemed that the gusts of ghost fog and howling wind, and the layers of scarlet banners spread out, Tu Shanjun looked like a crooked demon, a giant of the devil.

"Om."

The Great Master of Miaohe Peak only felt that he had bumped into a cold and hard rock.

The terrifying power caused his palms to break open, his muscles and bones tingling, and the black-red mist was like an invisible beast with its jaws wide open. Just one kill and bite made a huge gap in the world he infested.

Then look at the red-haired man in black robe holding a mace and striking like the wind, he is brave.

"Fellow Daoist, don't panic, I'll help you!"

When the voice fell, the man with a golden gourd had already appeared in the sky above Mr. Tu Shan.

It turned out that he left the giant beast's head and flew into the sky to form a mountain. The small gourd became bigger and bigger in Tu Shanjun's eyes.

It's like the coercive cover of Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

And Miaohe was not idle either, the long mace slashed along the long handle of the mace, and hit Tu Shanjun's wasp waist.

The giant beast's claws are like two clouds coming together, trying to pinch Tu Tiger into a pie.

(End of this chapter)