I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 955 Acting

Tens of millions of soldiers and a hundred thousand generals.

The sage is revealed, and the Dharma is mighty.

Up to the ninth heaven, down to the ninth abyss.

The soldiers are riding on clouds, full of murderous intent.

The biting cold breath completely changed the world. Amid the clanging sounds, the ghost generals, wearing iron masks and with their troops in formation, stepped into the air and dyed the boundless blue sky.

Such a strange scene left all the saints speechless.

It was as if they had never lived in the underworld, but in the brilliant world of the living.

Millions of soldiers are like clouds, and the sky is filled with ghost generals.

The ghost kings of the ten directions each made their own decisions and ascended to their respective royal thrones.

On the big high platform.

Wearing a pearl crown on his head and a royal robe, Tushan Jun has ten small banners behind him, like a line of thousands of soldiers with swords and spears. His tall and upright body looks like the king among ghosts against the backdrop of the royal robe.

He controls the sun, the moon, the universe, and the world, and establishes a government and is crowned king in the turbid and cloudy sky.

He stood sideways holding the divine weapon, and his power shook the whole world.

He asked in a long voice: "Daoyou, do you recognize my formation?"

Thousands of Taoist magics and myriad magical powers, even if performed by Tushan Jun himself, can only unleash a part of the combat power of the Zunhun Banner. Only the Ten Directions Ghost Kings Killing Formation can fully and extremely unleash all the power of the Zunhun Banner.

  This is the most powerful way of the Zunhun Banner!

Otherwise, Tushan Jun would not have said that he would give him ten saints to refine into a great saint and a holy king.

If there really are ten of them who can become the backbone of the formation and kill the Ghost King, as long as the Banner Master can hold on, perhaps he can also truly become the Lord of the Great Dao.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Soul-Respecting Banner, which can unleash the ultimate power of all Yin Gods.

Yanzang Great Sage hurriedly warned: "Heavenly King, be careful, this is the killing array of the Ten Direction Ghost Kings!"

"Is there any next step?"

Luo Tianya and the Female Saint King exclaimed. They thought that they had forced Tu Shanjun to exhaustion, but they didn't expect that in the end, they were fighting against just a Three Purities Blood God. Even if they won, it would not be a big deal, not to mention that they were defeated and lost completely.

In their opinion, when Tushan Jun appeared in his true form, he would certainly use the secret technique of becoming an immortal and his true body, but he unexpectedly used a large formation that they had never seen before.

That's not a formation at all.

It was more like the Yintian Ghost King who led his ghost soldiers in person to sweep across the world and fight to the edge of the universe.

It is unknown whether Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the hill, felt any regret in his heart.

His eyes were also full of disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Tushanjun’s bold words were not just bragging.

The ten ghost saints appeared in front of the formation, and millions of Yin gods transformed into soldiers in the sky, as if the ancient heaven had returned to the world.

The high shrine and the pearl curtain like mist make Tushan Jun even more hazy. He really looks like an emperor who has come to this world with his troops from the distant underworld.

Luo Tianfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he did not regret it.

He knew that he didn't trust Tu Shanjun.

He would not trust a weapon with its own thoughts, not only because the two of them had never experienced life and death together, but also because of his vigilance as the leader of a great sect, which made him naturally so.

In the end, what he thought about was not regretting that he did not accumulate power for the Zunhun Banner earlier, but making a desperate effort to ask the saint of the north to help Tushan Jun Huanzhen.

The formation rises in all directions, and all directions are destroyed.

The old king's clothes were hanging down like iron scrolls, and his hair fluttered in the wind and fell on his shoulders. He looked very old, but his eyes had a youthfulness that did not belong to his age.

Hearing the mighty name of Shifang, he did not retreat even a single step, but continued to step forward.

Take out a long mace from the void.

  Divine weapon, ninth level!

The mace has nine layers of heaven, engraved with ancient creatures from the nine realms, the four great holy spirits are lifelike, and the ancient barbarians running on the picture burst out with infinite power, as if pulling people into that era in an instant.

In that vast yet magnificent world, the old king holding the golden mace was like a war king from ancient times.

The old king of heaven is resting his hand on the golden mace and is drawing the true dragon holy spirit.

The True Dragon Festival is turning.

Swish.

Emperors of ancient and modern times have regarded themselves as real dragons, and emperors of mortal worlds even call themselves the real dragon emperor.

Activate the True Dragon Holy Spirit to assimilate the golden mace.

Strike back the unjust and incompetent rulers above, and strike back the treacherous and corrupt ministers below.

The dragon festival turns, and the brilliant light shines.

The true dragon seemed to be finally liberated at this moment. An illusory dragon shadow that was close to reality roared towards the sky, shaking the past and present, trying to tear apart the evil spirits in the sky.

"The power of divine weapons."

Luo Tianfeng looked stern.

Although they have mastered the magic weapons, they are unable to unleash their power.

The magic weapon is spiritual and has supreme magical powers. If one wants to fully display it, one must be a powerful Taoist. I didn't expect that the old king was almost about to exert the ninth level of power.

The old king strode forward like a god of war.

The shadow of the real dragon hovered and roared, isolating the original negative energy.

It seemed as if it had an endless stomach as it inhaled and exhaled, and any breath and inspiration it had was quickly refined by the true dragon's phantom.

"Dragon Spirit is good at defeating emperors."

"No matter if you are a ghost emperor or a human king, you will be defeated by the dragon spirit."

The dragon spirit driven by the military tactics seemed like a real ancient dragon that tore through time and flowed upstream from the long river. Any king would be defeated before the real dragon. This was the restraint of fate and the complete crushing of the lower by the higher.

Tushan Jun sneered, and his Tianyuan Demon Eye was indifferent.

He doesn't care whether he is the true dragon emperor or the son of God, and he never boasts about it.

He doesn't need the recognition of God, nor does he need the recognition of some damn real dragon.

His power comes from the ghosts and gods in the sky.

It was the ghosts who gave him strength.

Tushanjun on the high platform of the shrine wields a small flag.

The small flag flew into the formation at the end of the sky.

Ghosts and gods all over the sky were making decisions at the same time.

"The wind is coming!"

Tushan Jun holds a weapon in one hand and a large banner in the other, and he calls the wind and rain on the high platform of the shrine.

  for a moment,

The wind blew and the fog came.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder was looming in the vastness.

Five small banners were pulled in succession, and the hoarse thundering sound was like the command of ghosts and gods. When the banners fell, the formation diagram burst into a dazzling divine light, and then merged into this vast world, becoming a substantial and connected diagram.

“Enter my formation, cut off the brilliance, destroy the spirituality, weaken the vitality, exhaust the sea of ​​​​Dharma, and cause the three disasters of life and death!” The fairy picture ghost formation evolved.

The soldiers were disciplined and killed.

All the gods and ghosts in heaven made hand seals together.

The old Heavenly King who was walking over seemed to have aged a thousand years in an instant. The wrinkles on his face became deeper, his long hair was pale and withered, without the softness and divine light he once had. Sweat stains appeared on his crystal clear and flawless body, as if he had suddenly turned from an invincible ancient Saint King into an old man in his twilight years, and he walked tremblingly.

The old king looked at his decaying body.

Turn the golden mace into the spirit of phoenix and turtle.

The double spirit protection barely stopped the decline.

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a powerful killing array!"

If he had not used the military tactics to activate the magic weapon and stabilize his body with a half-step of Taoism that surpassed his current level, he would have been turned into a handful of dirt in the immortal array formed by tens of millions of ghosts and gods. By then, even if he had a Taoism that could reach the sky, without a physical body he would be just a soul of the Soul Banner.

It truly is worthy of being called a peerless killing formation.

Any living being that enters the formation must be killed!

"wind!"

"fire!"

"thunder!"

Tu Shanjun raised three more small banners without hesitation.

The three banners each fell into the hands of three ghost saints of the Refining Void Realm. When they were torn open, they saw ancient characters painted on the dark blue banners, like scriptures engraved under the Great Dao, emitting a terrifying power unique to "disaster". Every breath of it could plunge the mortal world into endless natural disasters.

The cold wind was about to tear open the old king's body, and the karmic fire burned from his dantian all the way to his purple palace, as if it was going to destroy him from the inside out.

Yin thunder is sticky, as if it is extremely yin and evil, yet also extremely yang and strong.

With one blow, the void was shaken down, annihilating the vitality of the ancient space.

  The old king howled:

"As long as there is breath, there is hope."

"The Immortality Technique of the Ancestral Witch!"

The old king looks thin and gaunt, but actually he has a strong body underneath his robes.

However, under the performance of the Ancestral Witch's Immortality Technique, his body's blood and energy seemed to dry up all at once, and his entire Immortal Shura body turned into extremely skinny bones, without any trace of flesh and blood left.

Tu Shanjun did not dare to be careless.

That skinny body was even more terrifying than before. The power contained in it was like a little bit of essence refined from countless stars, and then accumulated into a human shape.

That is not a human, nor a cultivator. It is the purest power, enough to destroy the heaven and earth and suppress everything.

hum.

The rhyme of Tao vibrates and shines.

Tushanjun seemed to see a strange flower blooming on the old king's head.

"Daohua!"

Luo Tianfeng was so shocked that he lost his voice.

"It's Daohua!"

“When the three flowers gather at the top of your head and the five qi converge, you will have the foundation to become an immortal.”

"The old king has indeed reached this point."

The saints were delighted.

They were more or less guessing.

No one has ever seen the Old Heavenly King's Dao Flower, and no one expected to see it today.

Luo Manping's mood fluctuated greatly. The experiences of the past few days could even become a highlight in his eventful life. He clasped his hands together as if praying: "No, the old king has not yet achieved it. His flowers are illusory, not real."

Tu Shanjun also saw it.

He had witnessed the power of Youdao Zhenjun in his past.

However, he even dared to blow up a Dao Lord. What was there for him to fear? A mere Half-Step Dao Lord, the Illusionary Dao Flower, was at best an unrivaled powerful one among the Saint Kings.

So, he raised the small flag again.

We must fully unleash the full power of the Ten Directions Ghost Kings Killing Formation.

"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream."

"ban!"

The old voice resounded.

The forbidden word technique stimulates.

  Another great magical skill!

Tu Shanjun suddenly found that he seemed unable to pull out the small flag behind him.

The small flag is just a ritual of the immortal formation, similar to the twisting spell casting. The power of the killing formation can be exerted without the small flag. However, the killing formation is now forcibly curbing the outbreak of power.

The old king said in a deep voice: "The powerful forbidden technique of the ancient emperor can only restrain you for three breaths. Your killing array is really terrifying, but this is enough!"

"The Great World is Coming."

"Dharma image!"

"Destroy the God Shura!"

The ten thousand feet tall divine body descended with the great world.

The four holy spirits are hovering in all directions.

Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise!

The golden mace turned into three thousand feet long and was held in the hand of God War Shura. The illusory Taoist flower hung above the head of God War Shura's Dharma image, as if it had replaced the sky, leaving only the purest purple Taoist flower.

The illusory Taoist flowers flew up like a waterfall from the sky, pouring down on the Asura god's body, turning it into an immortal purple Asura god of war.

Tushan Jun was not panicked.

Should we say that he is worthy of being the ancient sage king who once stood in the same era as Daojun? The secret technique he displayed is indeed extremely powerful.

Even tens of millions of Yin gods and ghost saints from all directions would stop for three breaths.

Then the Taoist will only become more terrifying.

Unfortunately, the old king has only reached that level and is not a true Taoist monarch.

Moreover, Tushan Jun was not just an ordinary saint king.

He also wanted to see whether the God of War Shura, who was created by the illusory Taoist flower, was more powerful, or whether the Supreme Emperor, who was the gathering of millions of Yin Gods, was more terrifying.

"The Great World is Coming."

"Dharma."

"The Ghost Emperor of Ten Thousand Gods!"