I am the main soul in the soul banner
Chapter 660 Persecution
Chapter 660 Persecution
at this time.
Even the Great True Monarch at the peak will inevitably be affected.
The corner of Zhenjun Zhuikong's mouth showed a smile, he was completely capable of hitting with one blow in front of such a gifted supernatural power.
When the time comes, the head of the peak Dazhenjun in front of him will explode like a watermelon. This is undoubtedly an exciting thing, because killing the strong will always make the blood boil.
Although this strong man has been shrouded in the true meaning and supernatural powers of the Miaohe peak Dazhenjun, trapped by the drowning river of the beast king and the tiger snake, the beast tendons prevent him from escaping.
"die!"
The spirit treasure shaped like a long umbrella is about to hit Tu Shanjun on the head.
However, to the astonishment of Chasing Master Zhenkong, the blue-faced old devil who obviously shouldn't act turned his eyes and freed up a hand.
make a fist.
Hold tight!
"not good."
Zhenkong Chasing Lord was horrified, he didn't care to continue to attack, and even the protective qi that had been hidden earlier spontaneously activated, obviously sensing a good crisis.
"Oh!"
Chasing Zhenjun's body flew backwards with a bang,
"Do you think I will suffer a second time?"
……
"impossible!"
"That's a void crane!"
"Void Crane.
"So what about my mayfly?" Tu Shanjun murmured softly, and the look in his eyes flashed.
Over the years, this Taoist technique is no longer what it used to be. With the advancement of Tu Shanjun's cultivation, it has undergone a transformation, and it has become more suitable for him just like Tu Shanjun's practice of meditation.
Silently raised the banner of the soul: "Enter my formation, cut off the five senses and six consciousnesses, cut off the brilliance of the golden core, destroy the spirituality of the Nascent Soul, and damage the breath of life... the body is eroded by evil spirits."
"Makes me stormy!"
bone-biting wind.
Heartburn.
Yin deficiency thunder.
The soul banner swayed and turned, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
The majestic fog submerged the entire Dazhong City, and the thin wind was like cotton needles, more like the whimpering cries of evil spirits. It was heard in people's ears, flesh and blood, bones, and internal organs. Struggling, the dark wind drilled deeper, more poisonous than a poisonous snake.
The nameless dantian fire glowed in the mana sea, just look at the blazing flame rising from the heart, and it was going to burn a hole in the person from the inside to the outside.Not to mention the most sinister thunder, it is said that thunder is more like water, and water is like light, in short, it has no specific shape and does not look like a specific thing.
Stepping out with one step, the sticky thunder is like waves.
It was also like soldiers and horses accompanying the blue-faced old devil surrounded by soldiers and horses.
His pace is not fast, but the speed of his figure is frighteningly fast. He was still in the distant mountains a moment ago, but he has already walked over the clouds in the blink of an eye. He doesn't look like a devil who is eager for quick success, but like a calm fairy. Under the surging clouds and mist, he appeared in front of the burly beast king.
Condescending!
The scarlet aura at the corners of the old devil's eyes was like the trail of a comet.
But that's clearly not the case.
That is Gang Qi.
"Old boy!"
The beast king didn't dare to wait, his breath blended with the tiger and snake under his seat.
The tiger snake opened its bloody mouth wide, and its fangs sucked out shadows, but in an instant it had transformed into a huge beast of more than ten meters. Such a bloody mouth was enough to crush everything in front of it, not to mention it looked like an ant. Almost Tu Shanjun.
Tu Shanjun glanced at the strange beast indifferently, and raised his hand to wave a large black mist.
The strange beast that was about to bite suddenly realized that it was being dragged into its body. Looking carefully, there was no black mist but black and red silk threads, embedded in the flesh and blood like iron nails, and tied into straight balls of thread. Lock the alien beast in place.
"Eat me with a hammer."
When the Beastmaster leaped into the air, the pumpkin spirit treasure in his hand turned into a long handle.
Under the urging of mana, it is like a meteor falling, and the coercion is like nine mountains falling from the sky.
The might of the Great True Monarch at the peak was fully displayed at this moment.
With this blow, the Nine Heavens Immortal Mountain fell, and the vast pressure was completely concentrated on Tu Shanjun. However, what the Beastmaster didn't expect was that under such an attack and the lock of spiritual consciousness, the black-robed old devil was still walking in the courtyard.
Shaking the Nine Layers Immortal Mountain, he regarded Wanjun's power as nothing, and he couldn't even let his footsteps hesitate or stop.
A thought popped up in the Beastmaster's mind: 'Is this person really the cultivation of the peak Dazhenjun?It wouldn't be some old monster pretending to be in such a realm, let's make fun of them. '
Bang! ! !
Calling back the mace-like soul banner, a huge collision exploded in the sky, and the huge wave of air forcefully lifted the Beast King out. The trembling Beastmaster couldn't stabilize his figure, and the pain in his palm couldn't be ignored.
Looking down, it turned out that the palm of his hand was already bloody.
"not good!"
Master Miaohe's complexion changed dramatically.
He has already realized that he alone is by no means an opponent of this demon, and even he and the beast king will be at a disadvantage unless all Nascent Soul cultivators are assembled to form a battle formation.
It's interesting to say that in the past, low-level monks have always formed formations to deal with high-level monks, but now Miaohe feels that he is not capable of fighting against this person and needs to form formations.
"The great way of love leads to robbery!"
"Sincere love!"
"Do you think you are the only one who knows how to use emotions?" Tu Shanjun coldly snorted and turned his handprints, and the emotion-folding technique immediately merged into the ten-direction ghost king's killing formation.
The sudden change made Miaohe take two steps back. He found that his body, not just his body, but all the monks in the formation were covered with strange black and red rotten words.
Decline, death, failure, exhaustion, death, evil, darkness, illness, mantra,...
On the mirage-like ancient building in the distance, words lit up on soul banners.
Nearby, the Zhang Xu Zun soul flag in Tu Shanjun's hand has turned into the size of a "ling flag". His movements are very slow, like a master dancing a sword, but this weird dance step is obviously not for the enjoyment of the guests. The sword dance is more like a funeral ghost show.
The same is true.
Fortunately, Da Zhenjun felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, his eyelids were very heavy, he wanted to fall asleep very much, and he had better fall down at any place.
Dantian Fahai had already ignited raging flames, and the thick smoke generated by the flames covered his turbulent mana sea like mist, and the original golden dantian seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.The one who was cast in the shadows was also the lucky imprisoned Nascent Soul.
What Tu Shanjun said was not boasting.
Each of them looked like old men on the verge of death. Their robes were filthy, and their original pure bodies were also stained. However, they were sweating profusely after moving a few times, and their bodies exuded a faint stench.If it wasn't for his mana, he might turn into a puddle of pus and blood in a short time.
At this time, he could only rely on mana and spirit treasures to protect his body.
But, can it really be sheltered?
It's okay to have a big wave of terror, they still have to face that person.
Xing Jin looked at the person who was "dancing sword" on the ancient building, and then at the fellow beside him.
The Great Elder is embracing Yuan Shou Yi, and his protective energy is flickering slightly.The blood from the tiger's mouth, the senior Beastmaster of the Beastmaster Sect, had turned into two streaks. The wound on the tiger's mouth was deep enough to show bones, and the cross-section of the torn flesh and blood could be seen clearly.
As for Zhenkong Chasing Lord who still doesn't know life and death.The body-protecting qi was crushed by that man with bare hands, that is, the Lingbao protected the body, otherwise it would be no different from Linzhao, and the old devil in black robe and green face would forcefully cut a big hole in his body , even the internal organs are clearly visible.
"Junior brother, make a quick decision."
The sound transmission fell into Tu Shanjun's ears, and Tu Shanjun's lowered eyelids suddenly lifted.
He performed it really smoothly, but he suffered from Taiyi. The Great Five Elements Gathering Spirit Formation is not so easy to bear. In addition, he has to take pills to restore mana. The test is not only the speed of refining, but also the physical strength, endurance, A test of willpower.
Taiyi felt that his dantian was like a sponge.
Inhale the aura and squeeze it tightly to squeeze out all the magic power. Even a hardened monk can't hold it back like this.
"It's time to end." Tu Shanjun, who was holding the banner, walked in front of the Great Zhenjun Miaohe, and looked at the Dazheng Miaohe who was holding the yuan and guarding the Lingbao. Tu Shanjun rolled up the soul banner in his hand, and turned it into a The short-handled 'mace hammer', the skeleton ghost at the top of the mace showed a creepy smile.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Miaohe Dazhenjun opened his mouth and spit out a pitch-black orb: "Obstacle God Orb."
The orb floated between Miaohe's eyebrows, blending into it, Miaohe's aura climbed up again, and all kinds of negative conditions originally suppressed by the big formation also quickly faded away, like a stone clay sculpture pushing away the marl tires on its body.
Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and black and red silk threads flew out.A huge phantom of the high gate appeared above the sky and fell like a meteor.
bang.
The huge shrine fell behind Miaohe Dazhenjun.
There are layers of shrines like nesting dolls inside the huge high door that looks like a shrine.
Ashamed to say, Mr. Tu Shan seldom chooses a name for his spells. He either thinks there is no need to do so, or he feels that the spells are not perfect enough. Why bother to choose a name so early? Even if he doesn’t choose a name, he should use spells. It is not used at the same time, so it seems that there is no name except the legal domain and the true meaning.
clack.
The iron boots landed on the cold thunder, making a crisp sound.Tu Shanjun walked up to Dazhen Monarch Miaohe, raised the 'mace hammer' soul flag in his hand, and chopped it down without the slightest hesitation.
"boom!"
The moment the arm was separated from the body, it had already been reduced to dust.
Blood gushed out from the hideous wound.
It's just that it wasn't Miaohe Dazhenjun, but another Nascent Soul Dazhenjun of the Hehuan Sect, who stood in front of Miaohe without hesitation.The man's face was a bit delicate, showing a pale smile, fixedly staring at Mr. Tu Shan who was holding the spirit treasure, and squeezed out the words between his teeth without looking back: "Senior brother."
"go!"
"Let's go? Where are you going?" Tu Shanjun kicked away the Dazhenjun standing in front of him, causing the Dazhenjun's chest to collapse, and blood gushed out on the lapel of his clothes like a spring.
He continued to walk forward indifferently, but at this moment Dazhenjun Xingjian stood in front of him again and shouted: "Great Elder, let's go!"
Tu Shanjun was expressionless, did not stop his steps, punched Xingjian flying, and dragged it to the ground, then walked up to Miaohe, and said lightly: "As long as the Hehuanzong surrenders, I will not kill you!"
Miao He grinned and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, his eyes seemed to spew out flames, and roared: "You are dreaming!"
Tu Shanjun lifted him up by holding the head of Dazhenjun Xingjin, then raised the 'mace hammer' soul banner with his right hand, and the hammer fell, and the soul banner pierced Dazhenjun Xingjin's chest.
The late stage monks are also vulnerable in his hands.
The splattered hot blood fell on Tu Shanjun's face, which was even more terrifying against the blue face, but his voice was still hoarse and calm: "Surrender, or not?!"
Da Zhenjun Miaohe stared blankly, then unconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it, the warmth spread in his hand, his lips trembled, but he couldn't squeeze out any words: "I..."
"you……"
"Down or not?"
With a blue face and fangs, and scarlet hair, that obviously crazy but almost indifferent grimace was stuck in front of him, and the scarlet eyes looked down, fixedly staring at his eyes.
The hoarse voice was like the low roar of an evil spirit or the voice of a demon, and it could not stop echoing in the ears of Da Zhenjun Miaohe.
Miaohe stretched out his hand forward, wanting to take over the severely injured Xingjin Junior Brother from the hands of the blue-faced old devil, only to realize that he had no room to continue resisting: "I..."
"I……"
"I'm surrendering." Da Zhenjun Miaohe said these three words, and sat on the ground like a deflated ball, as if his energy and energy had been drained.
"I'm down!"
It was almost a yell to repeat.
(End of this chapter)
at this time.
Even the Great True Monarch at the peak will inevitably be affected.
The corner of Zhenjun Zhuikong's mouth showed a smile, he was completely capable of hitting with one blow in front of such a gifted supernatural power.
When the time comes, the head of the peak Dazhenjun in front of him will explode like a watermelon. This is undoubtedly an exciting thing, because killing the strong will always make the blood boil.
Although this strong man has been shrouded in the true meaning and supernatural powers of the Miaohe peak Dazhenjun, trapped by the drowning river of the beast king and the tiger snake, the beast tendons prevent him from escaping.
"die!"
The spirit treasure shaped like a long umbrella is about to hit Tu Shanjun on the head.
However, to the astonishment of Chasing Master Zhenkong, the blue-faced old devil who obviously shouldn't act turned his eyes and freed up a hand.
make a fist.
Hold tight!
"not good."
Zhenkong Chasing Lord was horrified, he didn't care to continue to attack, and even the protective qi that had been hidden earlier spontaneously activated, obviously sensing a good crisis.
"Oh!"
Chasing Zhenjun's body flew backwards with a bang,
"Do you think I will suffer a second time?"
……
"impossible!"
"That's a void crane!"
"Void Crane.
"So what about my mayfly?" Tu Shanjun murmured softly, and the look in his eyes flashed.
Over the years, this Taoist technique is no longer what it used to be. With the advancement of Tu Shanjun's cultivation, it has undergone a transformation, and it has become more suitable for him just like Tu Shanjun's practice of meditation.
Silently raised the banner of the soul: "Enter my formation, cut off the five senses and six consciousnesses, cut off the brilliance of the golden core, destroy the spirituality of the Nascent Soul, and damage the breath of life... the body is eroded by evil spirits."
"Makes me stormy!"
bone-biting wind.
Heartburn.
Yin deficiency thunder.
The soul banner swayed and turned, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
The majestic fog submerged the entire Dazhong City, and the thin wind was like cotton needles, more like the whimpering cries of evil spirits. It was heard in people's ears, flesh and blood, bones, and internal organs. Struggling, the dark wind drilled deeper, more poisonous than a poisonous snake.
The nameless dantian fire glowed in the mana sea, just look at the blazing flame rising from the heart, and it was going to burn a hole in the person from the inside to the outside.Not to mention the most sinister thunder, it is said that thunder is more like water, and water is like light, in short, it has no specific shape and does not look like a specific thing.
Stepping out with one step, the sticky thunder is like waves.
It was also like soldiers and horses accompanying the blue-faced old devil surrounded by soldiers and horses.
His pace is not fast, but the speed of his figure is frighteningly fast. He was still in the distant mountains a moment ago, but he has already walked over the clouds in the blink of an eye. He doesn't look like a devil who is eager for quick success, but like a calm fairy. Under the surging clouds and mist, he appeared in front of the burly beast king.
Condescending!
The scarlet aura at the corners of the old devil's eyes was like the trail of a comet.
But that's clearly not the case.
That is Gang Qi.
"Old boy!"
The beast king didn't dare to wait, his breath blended with the tiger and snake under his seat.
The tiger snake opened its bloody mouth wide, and its fangs sucked out shadows, but in an instant it had transformed into a huge beast of more than ten meters. Such a bloody mouth was enough to crush everything in front of it, not to mention it looked like an ant. Almost Tu Shanjun.
Tu Shanjun glanced at the strange beast indifferently, and raised his hand to wave a large black mist.
The strange beast that was about to bite suddenly realized that it was being dragged into its body. Looking carefully, there was no black mist but black and red silk threads, embedded in the flesh and blood like iron nails, and tied into straight balls of thread. Lock the alien beast in place.
"Eat me with a hammer."
When the Beastmaster leaped into the air, the pumpkin spirit treasure in his hand turned into a long handle.
Under the urging of mana, it is like a meteor falling, and the coercion is like nine mountains falling from the sky.
The might of the Great True Monarch at the peak was fully displayed at this moment.
With this blow, the Nine Heavens Immortal Mountain fell, and the vast pressure was completely concentrated on Tu Shanjun. However, what the Beastmaster didn't expect was that under such an attack and the lock of spiritual consciousness, the black-robed old devil was still walking in the courtyard.
Shaking the Nine Layers Immortal Mountain, he regarded Wanjun's power as nothing, and he couldn't even let his footsteps hesitate or stop.
A thought popped up in the Beastmaster's mind: 'Is this person really the cultivation of the peak Dazhenjun?It wouldn't be some old monster pretending to be in such a realm, let's make fun of them. '
Bang! ! !
Calling back the mace-like soul banner, a huge collision exploded in the sky, and the huge wave of air forcefully lifted the Beast King out. The trembling Beastmaster couldn't stabilize his figure, and the pain in his palm couldn't be ignored.
Looking down, it turned out that the palm of his hand was already bloody.
"not good!"
Master Miaohe's complexion changed dramatically.
He has already realized that he alone is by no means an opponent of this demon, and even he and the beast king will be at a disadvantage unless all Nascent Soul cultivators are assembled to form a battle formation.
It's interesting to say that in the past, low-level monks have always formed formations to deal with high-level monks, but now Miaohe feels that he is not capable of fighting against this person and needs to form formations.
"The great way of love leads to robbery!"
"Sincere love!"
"Do you think you are the only one who knows how to use emotions?" Tu Shanjun coldly snorted and turned his handprints, and the emotion-folding technique immediately merged into the ten-direction ghost king's killing formation.
The sudden change made Miaohe take two steps back. He found that his body, not just his body, but all the monks in the formation were covered with strange black and red rotten words.
Decline, death, failure, exhaustion, death, evil, darkness, illness, mantra,...
On the mirage-like ancient building in the distance, words lit up on soul banners.
Nearby, the Zhang Xu Zun soul flag in Tu Shanjun's hand has turned into the size of a "ling flag". His movements are very slow, like a master dancing a sword, but this weird dance step is obviously not for the enjoyment of the guests. The sword dance is more like a funeral ghost show.
The same is true.
Fortunately, Da Zhenjun felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, his eyelids were very heavy, he wanted to fall asleep very much, and he had better fall down at any place.
Dantian Fahai had already ignited raging flames, and the thick smoke generated by the flames covered his turbulent mana sea like mist, and the original golden dantian seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.The one who was cast in the shadows was also the lucky imprisoned Nascent Soul.
What Tu Shanjun said was not boasting.
Each of them looked like old men on the verge of death. Their robes were filthy, and their original pure bodies were also stained. However, they were sweating profusely after moving a few times, and their bodies exuded a faint stench.If it wasn't for his mana, he might turn into a puddle of pus and blood in a short time.
At this time, he could only rely on mana and spirit treasures to protect his body.
But, can it really be sheltered?
It's okay to have a big wave of terror, they still have to face that person.
Xing Jin looked at the person who was "dancing sword" on the ancient building, and then at the fellow beside him.
The Great Elder is embracing Yuan Shou Yi, and his protective energy is flickering slightly.The blood from the tiger's mouth, the senior Beastmaster of the Beastmaster Sect, had turned into two streaks. The wound on the tiger's mouth was deep enough to show bones, and the cross-section of the torn flesh and blood could be seen clearly.
As for Zhenkong Chasing Lord who still doesn't know life and death.The body-protecting qi was crushed by that man with bare hands, that is, the Lingbao protected the body, otherwise it would be no different from Linzhao, and the old devil in black robe and green face would forcefully cut a big hole in his body , even the internal organs are clearly visible.
"Junior brother, make a quick decision."
The sound transmission fell into Tu Shanjun's ears, and Tu Shanjun's lowered eyelids suddenly lifted.
He performed it really smoothly, but he suffered from Taiyi. The Great Five Elements Gathering Spirit Formation is not so easy to bear. In addition, he has to take pills to restore mana. The test is not only the speed of refining, but also the physical strength, endurance, A test of willpower.
Taiyi felt that his dantian was like a sponge.
Inhale the aura and squeeze it tightly to squeeze out all the magic power. Even a hardened monk can't hold it back like this.
"It's time to end." Tu Shanjun, who was holding the banner, walked in front of the Great Zhenjun Miaohe, and looked at the Dazheng Miaohe who was holding the yuan and guarding the Lingbao. Tu Shanjun rolled up the soul banner in his hand, and turned it into a The short-handled 'mace hammer', the skeleton ghost at the top of the mace showed a creepy smile.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Miaohe Dazhenjun opened his mouth and spit out a pitch-black orb: "Obstacle God Orb."
The orb floated between Miaohe's eyebrows, blending into it, Miaohe's aura climbed up again, and all kinds of negative conditions originally suppressed by the big formation also quickly faded away, like a stone clay sculpture pushing away the marl tires on its body.
Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and black and red silk threads flew out.A huge phantom of the high gate appeared above the sky and fell like a meteor.
bang.
The huge shrine fell behind Miaohe Dazhenjun.
There are layers of shrines like nesting dolls inside the huge high door that looks like a shrine.
Ashamed to say, Mr. Tu Shan seldom chooses a name for his spells. He either thinks there is no need to do so, or he feels that the spells are not perfect enough. Why bother to choose a name so early? Even if he doesn’t choose a name, he should use spells. It is not used at the same time, so it seems that there is no name except the legal domain and the true meaning.
clack.
The iron boots landed on the cold thunder, making a crisp sound.Tu Shanjun walked up to Dazhen Monarch Miaohe, raised the 'mace hammer' soul flag in his hand, and chopped it down without the slightest hesitation.
"boom!"
The moment the arm was separated from the body, it had already been reduced to dust.
Blood gushed out from the hideous wound.
It's just that it wasn't Miaohe Dazhenjun, but another Nascent Soul Dazhenjun of the Hehuan Sect, who stood in front of Miaohe without hesitation.The man's face was a bit delicate, showing a pale smile, fixedly staring at Mr. Tu Shan who was holding the spirit treasure, and squeezed out the words between his teeth without looking back: "Senior brother."
"go!"
"Let's go? Where are you going?" Tu Shanjun kicked away the Dazhenjun standing in front of him, causing the Dazhenjun's chest to collapse, and blood gushed out on the lapel of his clothes like a spring.
He continued to walk forward indifferently, but at this moment Dazhenjun Xingjian stood in front of him again and shouted: "Great Elder, let's go!"
Tu Shanjun was expressionless, did not stop his steps, punched Xingjian flying, and dragged it to the ground, then walked up to Miaohe, and said lightly: "As long as the Hehuanzong surrenders, I will not kill you!"
Miao He grinned and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, his eyes seemed to spew out flames, and roared: "You are dreaming!"
Tu Shanjun lifted him up by holding the head of Dazhenjun Xingjin, then raised the 'mace hammer' soul banner with his right hand, and the hammer fell, and the soul banner pierced Dazhenjun Xingjin's chest.
The late stage monks are also vulnerable in his hands.
The splattered hot blood fell on Tu Shanjun's face, which was even more terrifying against the blue face, but his voice was still hoarse and calm: "Surrender, or not?!"
Da Zhenjun Miaohe stared blankly, then unconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it, the warmth spread in his hand, his lips trembled, but he couldn't squeeze out any words: "I..."
"you……"
"Down or not?"
With a blue face and fangs, and scarlet hair, that obviously crazy but almost indifferent grimace was stuck in front of him, and the scarlet eyes looked down, fixedly staring at his eyes.
The hoarse voice was like the low roar of an evil spirit or the voice of a demon, and it could not stop echoing in the ears of Da Zhenjun Miaohe.
Miaohe stretched out his hand forward, wanting to take over the severely injured Xingjin Junior Brother from the hands of the blue-faced old devil, only to realize that he had no room to continue resisting: "I..."
"I……"
"I'm surrendering." Da Zhenjun Miaohe said these three words, and sat on the ground like a deflated ball, as if his energy and energy had been drained.
"I'm down!"
It was almost a yell to repeat.
(End of this chapter)
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