I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 659 Siege
Miaohe sneered.

The Beastmaster hugged his shoulders and stood on top of the tiger snake, with a serious expression of surprise and a sense of decency, and Da Zong's upright arrogance. It can't change the nature of your devil. No amount of slander can shake my heart."

Tu Shanjun, who patted his legs and straightened his waist, couldn't help but smile, pointed at the Beastmaster, and put his finger down again.

In fact, he already knew that it was useless to say so much.

All words are so pale.

Should you justify yourself?

Actually it should.

There is no such thing as the so-called clear from the turbid and the turbid from the turbid. As long as you don't refute it, you will be made into an iron case, and it will be regarded as an acknowledgment of what you have done by default.

But Mr. Tu Shanjun doesn't like to argue, and he doesn't even like to say more, he prefers to respect fate.

Of course, if he encounters an inhuman demon, he doesn't mind taking care of it.

Not because of doing good deeds or killing demons.

In fact, there is no particularly legitimate reason, and the only reason that counts is also relatively private, and it should be venting anger.Out of anger at the fate of the year, so he vented his anger on all the demon cultivators.

"My Beast Master Sect regards spirit beasts as brothers and family members with a common destiny. It is not an exaggeration to call each other fellow Taoists. How do you understand that you are such a heart-throwing, ruthless demon!" The Beastmaster said loudly He looked at the tiger snake under his feet, and then at the spirit beast armor on the battlefield that looked like an army.

"The so-called slavery is even more nonsense."

Facing him was only a pair of deep but scarlet eyes, those eyes were extremely indifferent, and there was no emotional fluctuation, as if the owner of the eyes didn't care whether he refuted or whether he could make sense.It was this kind of attitude that made the anger in Beastmaster's heart like sparks that started a prairie fire.

Then he shouted angrily: "What else can you say, the devil!"

"Friend Beastmaster Daoist, we have nothing to say with the devil. We can't follow the devil's way."

Master Miaohe stopped the Beastmaster from continuing, they can't follow the way of the devil, they will fall into the trap of self-certification.

All previous lawsuits have been about whoever suspects who will provide evidence, and they cannot be allowed to prove that they are not the devil. This is a fundamentally unsolvable thing, because no one is perfect.

While speaking, the Nascent Soul cultivator of Hehuan Sect has already walked to Miaohe's side.

Anyone who is not worthy of the Great True Monarch did not participate in this round-up.

Similarly, Tayun, a Dazhenjun from the Beastmaster Sect, also appeared beside the Beast King, but his companion beast did not appear, it was obviously a spirit beast with a high concealment ability.And he regarded it as a sharp weapon on the battlefield, and he didn't show it openly.

Tu Shanjun looked at the monk opposite him.

The three pinnacle true kings.

Three Yuanying Dazhenjun.

A total of six people.

Under the dark fog all over the sky, Mr. Tu stretched his muscles and bones.

Since he doesn't like nonsense, why bother to talk more with the monks of the Hehuan Sect and the Beast Control Sect, he didn't want to use a few words to spoil their mood, let alone to ridicule the two sects, but just to buy himself time to recover from his injuries. In the end, let him absorb more of the evil spirit.

"I'm sorry you can't say any famous sayings, so let's use the simplest method to decide the winner!"

"There is no need to talk about morality with the devil."

"kill!"

The six weakest monks who are also Dazhenjun surrounded Tu Shanjun, and the protective energy emitted different rays of light. Every breath was taken out to overwhelm one side. This kind of strength is to develop by oneself. Zongli faction can gradually become the big sect in Xingluohai.

They undoubtedly represent Xingluo's top combat power.

Fortunately, Da Zhenjun took the lead.

The speed of forming the seal is like a flying bird passing through the gap, forming a seal of calling for the law, and the breath and magic power of the whole body are transpiring.

A baby's head appeared behind Xing Jin. Under the urging of the spell, the baby's head turned into more than ten feet. Most of the body was still in the magic circle and did not crawl out. It just gathered two fleshy put his little hand over his mouth.

Make the appearance of shouting.

Then, terrifying fluctuations gathered in front of the baby's open mouth.

"Sky Ghost Killing Technique!"

The lines of spells on the body flickered and flowed.

"disease."

An obscure beam of light burst out.

The target was the black-robed blue-faced old devil who was surrounded in the very center.

Once such a powerful spell is cast, the breath of heaven and earth seems to collapse into a moment, and that moment is even more condensed into soldiers, cutting out with light, the sky is split into two halves, and even the black and gloomy mist that is steaming in front of it is torn apart , sweep to both sides.

This move is astonishingly fast, and with his Dazhenjun's strength and mana, even the peak Dazhenjun may not be able to take it head-on. A group of friends create opportunities.

Just as he thought, the blue-faced old devil didn't dodge or evade, and he didn't even hold up his protective energy.

Looking back, I saw beams of light shining in those scarlet eyes.

Before Dazhen Lord Xingjin was happy, he saw that the impacting beam of light seemed to have encountered some obstacles, and it turned into starlight in mid-air and was dispersed by the mist. The mist pushed away by the spell was like a tidal wave. When a wave hit, there was no loud noise or turbulent scene, and his spells disappeared, even the huge baby phantom and magic circle disappeared.

"It's the wind!"

"wind?"

Fortunately, Da Zhenjun looked up in surprise, only to feel the breeze blowing on his face.

He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and he didn't dare to stand up in front of the peak Dazhenjun who even the great elders found troublesome. The protective energy was like a blue mask, wrapping his body tightly, without any mistakes. .

However, this wind is like a maggot attached to the bone, and the effort of meeting his face has already eaten into pits and pits on his body protection mask, and it may not be long before it will be pierced by the wind's breath.

Fortunately, he took half a step back.

Horrified.

Such a silent method is indeed unexpected.

No wonder Linzhao was injured so badly, and was even sent directly to the sect to recuperate.

One can see the whole leopard at a glance, and to be able to break his spell so easily, his strength is simply unfathomable.For such a monk, ordinary means have long been useless to him.

It made Xing Jin feel the great pressure, and his heart couldn't help but feel terrified.

The beast king roared: "Change the world!"

The tiger snake under the seat opened its mouth and spit out a majestic thick fog, which turned into a drowning river in mid-air, like a spreading river, a wanton flood.In just a moment of effort, the world has been turned into the most beneficial to him, and the spiritual consciousness spreads like a spider web, grasping the world that has already been controlled in his hands.

"Change the world."

Miaohe didn't bother to watch, and also used mana to change the world for a short time.

True meaning and supernatural powers lingered around his side, and the breath of inspiration had merged with the heaven and the earth. The coercion of the pinnacle Da Zhenjun shone on the earth like a bright moon in the sky, but after the radiance bloomed, it was suppressed by something.

Miaohe looked at Tu Shanjun with a gloomy expression.

Tu Shanjun pursed his lips and raised his hands, a Nascent Soul Yin God in the distance carried the soul banner, and the soul banner wrote:

'Absolutely. '

Each of the ten soul flags in the killing formation of the ghost kings of the ten directions represents a kind of great supernatural power.

These ten soul banners are not in a progressive relationship, but a circular and equal one. Only when they are combined together is the complete ten-direction ghost king array.And the technique of this small streamer is 'Jedi Tiantong'.

The monks within the formation cannot use mana to infuse the world at all.The world inside the formation seems to have been cut from the sky and the earth, and has become a ghostly ghost with no support or support at all. No matter how much mana there is, there is no sky and earth to borrow, how can it exert its power to change the world.

"No, in his big formation, I can't sense..."

"Fellow Daoist is right, we miscalculated!"

"Did he trick us into joining the battle?"

"Don't panic."

"No matter how powerful his grand formation is, as long as the cultivator in charge of the formation dies, the grand formation will collapse without attack! Since you can't use the supernatural powers that change the world, use your true intentions!" Miaohe Dazhenjun said calmly. The inspiration has turned into endless threads, and the invisible threads reappeared beside Tu Shanjun like shackles.

"The true meaning of the beast soul!"

The beast king let out a low growl, and phantom ghosts appeared on the drowning river, and milky white animal tendons with blood spots appeared in their hands, stretching their bodies like willow branches, hanging on the blue-faced black-robed old man. on the devil.Two people and one beast seem to want to reproduce the scene of Tu Shanjun being seriously injured in the first place.

Mr. Tu Shan didn't dodge or evade, letting his true intention strike.It even binds the body with animal tendons.Only this time, his arms are like spinning wheels, just by turning his arms, the phantom shadow standing above the drowning river can no longer hold the beast's tendons, and is even dragged by the old devil to splash the water .

"Pfft!"

Countless shadows of ghost spirits stirred up waves.

The Beast King looked back, and immediately waved his hand to disperse a phantom of the Yin spirit, instead of the phantom, grabbing the tense tendons of the beast, the magic power of Ruhong surged, at this moment, it seemed that thousands of beast souls were released from his body together roar.Pale golden lines appeared on the body, and the beast king's body soared to eight feet before he could barely stop.

Bang.

"All beasts return to their hearts!"

Numerous galloping shadows of Yin spirits turned their tendons into star trails, like a wave of beasts coming, swaying down, and appeared in front of Tu Shanjun in the blink of an eye.

It is said that it is a ghost attack, but it is actually a magical attack.

It's like the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts of the Soul Banner.

Those Yin spirits that look like beast souls are not real, otherwise Tu Shanjun could open his bloody mouth and use his soul-swallowing true meaning to turn those Yin spirits that came to his door into the merits of soul banners.

In fact, don't say that these ghosts are not real, even the ghosts drowning in the river are not real, they have long been digested by tigers and snakes and become part of the true meaning.

Under the urging of mana, the soul banner on the shoulder turned into a large shield.

Landing with a bang, it resisted the turbulent waves for Mr. Tu Shan.

The beast king roared: "This is the moment!"

"Om."

Among the six people besieging Tu Shanjun, one figure disappeared.

It was a monk in a light-colored robe, with high cheekbones on both sides. The cultivation of the Nascent Soul Dazhen Monarch seemed inconspicuous, even among the Nascent Soul monks.

That is Nascent Soul Dazhen Monarch, how could he not attract attention, but it happened to be such a person, before he took action, he would not pay too much attention at all.

By the time he started to act, it was too late.

This is Zhenkong Chasing Lord of the Beast Sect.

I hadn't seen this person's companion spirit beast for a while, until he finally saw it when he made a move. The spirit beast was pitifully small, only the size of a palm, shaped like a stork. Its wings flapped obviously slowly, but it was extremely regular. Looking at the distance of the crane-shaped spirit beast, the monk's movements seemed to be in full half-beat, or entered an indescribable slow motion.

"Void Crane!"

"It is said that this beast can escape into the void, and even slow down time when it flaps its wings."

(End of this chapter)