I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 948 Return to Heaven

The great devil in the world is nothing more than this.

His body is in flames and his mind is burning.

I want to ask who comes through the fog.

Zun Sheng is also known as the Soul-Eating Demon.

Gusu Cuiguang jumped out of the blood-eye Dharma's thousands of palm prints and did not attack or kill him again. His eyes were completely attracted by the approaching monk, and his expression was full of solemnity.

He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, you must be the soul master of the Soul Banner, Soul Tushanjun."

"I know you."

"I heard that you stirred up troubles in the Eastern Wilderness, and even Dao Lord took action."

“Being famous is not as good as meeting, meeting is worse than being famous!”

Gusu Cuiguang looked at the figure walking out of the sea of ​​evil clouds.

The eye of Dharma is like a torch, turning into two rays of divine light.

The divine light conceals the blade.

It seemed that he wanted to break open the red figure and see his true strength.

He could clearly feel that the main soul only had the spiritual aura of the False Refining Realm.

When she saw the dark iron rod held in the pale ghost's hand, Gusu Cuiguang put away her contempt and spoke with an equal attitude.

"My Taoist friends have great ambitions, so why should they help others do evil?"

"Luo Tianfeng is narrow-minded and will definitely limit the strength of fellow Taoists, but I will not. As long as fellow Taoists stand by and watch, the souls of these two people will belong to fellow Taoists."

Tu Shanjun, who was holding the Sky Strike, shook his head slightly.

"The profit is too small?"

"I think you don't like it."

Gusu Cuiguang was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard wrongly or was hallucinating.

He is a top sage, so there is no way he heard it wrong.

Others don't know his strength, but he himself knows very well that he didn't defeat Lu Jingsha just now because he wanted to hide his strength.

That is to say, he does not have the magic weapon in hand, otherwise he might be able to defeat the former leader Luo Tianfeng.

Even the powerful Dharma King Luo Manping, a monk who ranks among the top ten Dharma Kings, can't go two steps in his hands.

But a weapon spirit 'sees that you don't like it'.

This made him feel a little dazed.

When can weapons have their own preferences?

Gusu Cuiguang's face suddenly turned cold.

He said calmly: "It just so happens that I don't like a weapon to have its own opinions. Since you want to die, when I get the Soul Flag, I will refine your consciousness and use it completely for me!"

Tushanjun showed no signs of anger.

He had already seen clearly who Gusu Cuiguang was, so how could he become angry because of the other person's words.

It would be better to say that such words would not poke his lungs at all, but would make him want to kill Gusu Cuiguang here to obtain the soul of the Great Sage.

After the murderous intention was revealed, the demon king of hell opened his bloody mouth and said coldly: "When I crush your body and extract your soul and put it into the flag, you should understand that the life of the weapon spirit is also life."

"die!"

Gusu Cuiguang's body suddenly disappeared.

The golden wing knife in his hand was pressed against his palm, as if what he was wielding was not the knife at all but his own hand.

The sword light turned into a heavenly sword that could kill the devil in the underworld.

It was as if the ancient sage king's tyrannical blow seemed to break the whole world into two halves.

The endless murderous intent targets only one person.

It is the main soul of the divine weapon holding the divine weapon and the weapon spirit holding the iron front.

Tushanjun could feel the awe-inspiring sword energy tearing through his skin.

That was the coercion unique to the Great Sage Huanzhen, and it was also the omen of death coming from the golden sword.

It seemed that the next moment his head was chopped off with a golden knife.

If he were bare-handed, Tu Shanjun would definitely not be a match for Gusu Cuiguang.

However, he holds the divine weapon Sky Strike.

The power of the divine weapon means that he does not need to use secret magic to descend, and he can also use the false refining realm to attack the real saint. Especially Gusu Cuiguang only has a peerless holy weapon and no divine weapon at his side.

"bring it on!"

If we talk about other weapons, they may be very unfamiliar to Tu Shanjun.

But this is a mace, similar to the long-handled hammer of the Soul Banner.

In an instant, the contained fist intention was integrated into the sky strike.

When the stick is smashed out, the sky and the earth are darkened.

In the hands of the Great Sage, the mighty divine strike is like an iron curtain that destroys the heaven and the earth.

Not to mention Luo Manping, even Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged to stabilize his injuries, showed a look of surprise.

He originally just hoped that Tu Shanjun could hold back Gusu Cuiguang.

Once his Xuan Gong luck has brought the injury under control, he can make a comeback and suppress the rebels in the ancient forest, and lend Tushan Jun Tianshang to fear that the main soul will not be able to exert the power of the divine weapon.

Good guy.

He said he was practicing boxing, but secretly he had already integrated boxing skills into stick skills.

"kill!"

The blade was like cutting across the sky, cutting through the sky in two, and the terrifying energy swept through and turned everything around it into powder.

Even the mountains, lakes and seas were uprooted and swept deep into space. The divine weapon's heavenly strike remained motionless, and the heavenly pillar collapsed as if it was about to crush the monk who used this terrifying divine sword to death.

Boom.

puff!

Demonic blood spilled.

Dark gold blood melts into the earth like rain.

Tu Shanjun's frosty face took on the appearance of a green-faced, fanged evil ghost, and his rotating black and red eyes stared at Gusu Cuiguang who appeared in front of him with a knife.

Gusu Cuiguang's knife penetrated Tushanjun's chest.

Cut open the Gang Qi, tear it apart and fly away.

It seemed that he almost dug out all the internal organs of Tushanjun.

Tu Shan was not surprised by this.

Gusu Cuiguang, who was supposed to have half of his body crushed by the sky strike, was unscathed, but his arm seemed to have received a full blow from himself.

Not only was the entire arm shattered, but the shoulder blade was also crumbling.

Use Ding Xuan Gong to calm your mind and bring evil back to you like steam.

Tushanjun opened his mouth and spit out blood.

The blood suddenly turned into phantoms, and even the Gusu Cuiguang took action, each using magical magic, the gorgeous secret method turned into a bright light, completely submerging the Gusu Cuiguang.

call.

The fangs are opened, and the fire of the evil karma is pouring out.

The shadows and ghosts spread out brilliantly.

Tu Shanjun not only used his fists to perform divine weapons and heavenly strikes, but also integrated Taoism into the battle. It can be said that he used his Taoism to the extreme, like a madman who fights endlessly. The wildly dancing scarlet hair is like clouds hanging in the sky after bathing in the demon blood.

"it's useless."

"Thousands of Taoist techniques, all kinds of Taoist methods, under my Taoist body, will all become means of attacking yourself. This is the Taoist method of my Gusu Cuiguang."

Gusu Cuiguang was like a confident god, receiving the Taoist profound sea and endless divine power from the Great Sage of Souls, yet he remained unscathed.

laugh.

Chi Chi Chi!

The purple-black steam flowed back brilliantly, repairing Tushan Jun's body.

His eyes were firm and unwavering at all because of Gusu Cuiguang's words. He chuckled and said, "The stars have changed? Are you going to transfer all the attacks you receive to the one who uses your magical power?"

"Good name."

Gusu Cuiguang nodded slightly.

A look of approval flashed in his eyes: "My Tao body is called 'Huitian'."

"Have you ever heard of 'no cure'!"

"How long can your resurrection be in a stalemate with my immortality?!"

"You damn duck has a tough mouth." Gusu Cuiguang sneered.

"I have studied you, and you can use unknown Taoist techniques to repair your body to achieve the best condition at all times, but I can wear you to death. When you exhaust your magical power, the final winner will definitely be me!"

Gusu Cuiguang stopped talking and took a long breath.

The light of the sword divided Yin and Yang.

The majestic sword intent is like an angry dragon sweeping the world that wants to bite the world into pieces. The piercing murderous intent penetrates deep into the bone marrow and wants to tear people apart completely and turn them into wailing souls under the winged sword.

"kill!"

The yin and yang wheel is suspended in the body.

The millstone of the avenue turns.

Tu Shanjun, holding the Sky Strike, completely unleashed the divine power of the undead Taoist body.

The demonic blood surges thousands of miles!

Purple-black lines appeared on his skin, as if he was wearing a treasured garment.

In fact, this is part of his Tao body's power. The divine light of thunder shattered the infinite sword energy, and Tu Shanjun took action again.

Keng!

The emerald light and the purple-black electricity intertwined together, like a fierce fight between the two worlds.

What greets us is a scene of doom.

The world is filled with boundless thunder and lightning, black and red energy, and sword energy that can cut everything.

"Magic Ape!"

Tushanjun roared endlessly.

The old ape in the cassock in the sea of ​​​​consciousness suddenly opened his lowered eyes, and the golden armor under the cassock burst out with divine light.

An iron rod seemed to appear in the old ape's hand. The rod and the fist merged, evolving into a boundless holy method. It was the divine channel technique for fighting heaven and earth, prompting Tushanjun to become more and more courageous in battle.

The injuries on his body became more and more serious.

Once the demon blood drips, it immediately turns into a shadow and strikes.

At this moment, Tushanjun seemed to have really become an ancient demon lord.

A drop of demonic blood can transform into boundless Taoist magic, which can kill the venerable Huashen, and even compete with saints of the same level. Even Xusheng is afraid that he will not be able to take advantage of the shadow of demonic blood.

Luo Manping's eyes widened completely.

I watched helplessly as the two of them fought through the morning and dusk, severing the yin and yang.

Even the exterior of the Great Realm Shrine is dim, unable to compete with the fierce light of these two killer stars.

Bai Shihe passed in an instant.

Thousands of moves have yet to be settled.

Gusu Cuiguang came to his senses completely. He had no idea what kind of Taoist skills Tu Shanjun used to maintain his immortality. He could survive his consumption and recover from Tu Shanjun's many attacks. Once such consumption continued, he might have to hold on. Can't live.

Therefore, he wanted to chop off Tu Shanjun's head to stop this fight that was gradually going against him.

"Behead!"

The flying golden wings decapitate the enemy, and he can only rest after drinking the demon's blood.

The green light of Gusu manifests the true form of the Dharma, descends to the great world and flies out on golden wings. The light of the sword is like a river of stars flowing all over the sky. Only after death can it fall on the edge of the distant sky.

Tushanjun roared loudly and moved forward without hesitation.

The demon lord descended from the sky, with unparalleled divine power, seemed to be carrying the belief that we would die together, and used the magic ape fighting method to kill this shocking enemy in this life.

Bang.

Click!

Beheading with golden sword.

The head rolled down.

A pale ghost hand held the top corner of the green-faced fang's head.

At the same moment, the beheaded man held the Sky Strike and landed heavily on Gusu Cuiguang's shoulder.

As if breaking the limit, I heard a small sound.

Gusu Cuiguang looked at the monk who was beheaded by him in disbelief.

The pale ghost lifted his head with his hand and placed it on his neck.

Retrieve Sky Strike again.

He said coldly: "If you chop off my head, I will take your life!"

puff!

Gusu Cuiguang spit out a mouthful of blood.

His body instantly became tattered, without a single good piece of flesh.

Obviously he only received one blow, but he seemed to have received thousands of blows, and countless Taoist and magical powers bombarded him, preventing him from falling and sinking into a pool of blood on the earth.

"You...can still live?"

Tushanjun didn't answer.

But Gusu Cuiguang could tell that Tushanjun couldn't live any longer.

The two of them fought for several hours, fighting to the limit.

This is a replacement strategy that kills a thousand enemies and damages oneself a thousand and two.

Even Gusu Cuiguang, who possesses the Huitian Dao Body, has to admit that he flinched when life and death were at stake.

If he could have persisted just a little longer, he might have been able to become the final winner, instead of having his flesh and blood crushed to pieces by the main soul and falling from the sky like a useless human being.

The iron boots fell to the ground.

The thick blood was mixed with something unknown.

But they all turned into dust under their boots.

Tushanjun walked slowly with Sky Strike in hand.

Gusu Cuiguang, who was lying in a pool of blood, looked at the approaching bloody figure with her peripheral vision.

"The future is terrifying!"

An old voice came from the end of the void

That voice sounded too old.

It was like a dying old man talking to himself, but it was extremely clear, attracting everyone's attention, as if what he said was the golden rule, the sound of thunder.

(End of this chapter)