I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 956 Ghost Emperor

Woo!

The long neigh is like a complaint.

In the eighteen layers of heaven and earth, tens of millions of Yin gods with different expressions were performing hand gestures and saluting.

Sing scriptures.

The scriptures flowed into the dark abyss, transformed into chaotic turbid air, and surged away like waves in the blue sea.

It surged across the sky and hit a huge, heavy bronze gate that towered into the sky.

Ju Men is so tall that it seems to reach from the thirty-three heavens to the endless underworld. Tens of millions of ghosts and gods in the sky have become stars at this moment.

Boom!

There was thunder but no flash of lightning.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether Leiyin's true form was really there just now.

I saw the dark red horns tearing apart the heavy and sticky fog.

Perhaps what was erupting wasn't fog at all, but a door.

A bronze ghost gate that does not exist in this world at all appeared because of the call of millions of ghosts and gods, and slowly opened, shoveling out a dark red corner eaves.

The flying eaves of the corners were intertwined, and rare and exotic animals flew out at an angle, some squatting, some sitting, some lying down, and some standing upright. It was not until the long eaves completely flew out of the fog that one could finally see the real glazed tiles, as dark blue as the sky.

The wind howls.

The long banner hung from the corner eaves, as majestic as an iron scroll.

Under the pressure of the huge palace, the fog receded like a tide, and the giant bronze door disappeared with it.

clack.

The dark blue ghost feet stepped on the ground.

Black drops of water dripped from the wet trouser legs.

Ding dong.

The Taiyin Xuanshui suddenly covered the earth with a layer of black glow.

More ghosts crawled out and walked forward, until the iron chains on their bodies stretched and dragged them, causing them to stagger, but they climbed up again. In their eyes, they would just drag everything forward.

Under the drag of those densely packed evil spirits.

Floating and sinking in the sea of ​​evil spirits.

The shrine standing on the mountain of millions of evil spirits finally appeared before everyone's eyes.

How magnificent it was, emitting the power to suppress the heavens, as if it could evoke the deepest fear buried in the hearts of all living beings in heaven and earth.

It was the horror of death.

No matter they are mortals or monks, when they face the towering shrine above the sea of ​​ghosts, it seems as if they have seen their own ultimate.

  Everything has an end!

Luo Manping was in a daze for a long time. He shook his head slightly and sighed in surprise.

There are always amazing cultivators in this world.

The two words "Tao" and "Fa" describe all the practitioners.

The leader Luo Tianfeng who was sitting cross-legged in the formation was also shocked.

What surprised him was not the horror of Tushan Jun's Dharma image, but the tip of the iceberg of the spirit's plot that was revealed at the moment the Dharma image first appeared.

Just a corner of it appeared, but it was enough to shock him beyond words and horrify him.

"Do you want to be the second Wanfa Sect?"

"Do not."

Luo Tianfeng hurriedly shook his head, "Yin and Yang, life and death, reincarnation, don't you want to be the second Wanfa Sect?"

"You want to surpass the Wanfa Sect and become number one in the world!"

The Wanfa Sect cuts off the immortals and mortals.

From then on, the "immortals" could not interfere with the mortal world.

To bring eternal peace to the people of this world.

What the spirit of the weapon clearly wants to do is to steal God's authority.

Make life and death have destiny, yin and yang have numbers, the dead step into the underworld and reincarnate, and the dead cannot continue to stay in the world. The spirit of the weapon cannot do it now, he can only put the Yin God into the soul flag and slowly perform the Tao.

Creepy!

Appalling.

Luo Tianfeng, who was in charge of the Soul Banner, was the one who felt the most deeply.

After all, he is the leader of a great sect, and his extraordinary knowledge allows him to glimpse some clues from it.

The corners of Luo Tianfeng's mouth twitched and his pupils trembled.

He may be wrong.

  The spirit of the weapon might not be a spirit of the weapon at all, but an old monster that survived from the ancient times. It continues its own path in such a twisted form, hoping to completely replace the heaven one day!

Luo Tianfeng wanted to shout out loudly. He wanted everyone present to see Tu Shanjun's way, but when he tried to move, he could only roll his throat and no sound came out.

He lost his voice.

I was so nervous that I lost my voice.

Then a smile appeared.

A relieved smile.

No matter how terrifying Tushan Jun's Taoism is, what does it have to do with him?

he died.

Even the magic medicine was given to Tu Shanjun.

He has no choice but to give in, as both the Old Heavenly King and Tu Shanjun are more powerful than him.

He is now in the same situation as Luo Tianpeng at that time.

So he smiled brightly.

It's either death or the other, and dying at the hands of a sky-stealing demon is at least a bit of comfort.

Only such a demon lord is worthy of devouring Luo Tianfeng's soul.

Only such a demon god is qualified to enjoy the magic medicine.

It turns out that there are only wrong Taoist names, but no wrong nicknames.

  The soul-devouring demon intends to devour the sky!

Keng!

Iron boots step on black water.

The red hair fell down to his face, hiding his pale and ferocious fangs.

Tushan Jun stood quietly.

The top sword was clasped on his forehead, and his dark red eyes were fixed on the towering image of the God-Destroying Asura in the distant sky, as well as the Old Heavenly King who was also standing before the image.

The old king was filled with admiration and felt deeply for the power of the weapon spirit.

However, under the influence of the illusory Dao Flower, the God-Destroying Asura already possessed the terrifying power to destroy the heavens and the earth. No matter whether the opponent was the Avenue of Life and Death, the Yin-Yang Millstone, or "life", they would all be shattered into the void and turned into endless dust to be stepped on by Asura.

"The ancestral spirit destroys the law!"

"Soldiers kill all the might."

Gengjin in the west, the ancestor spirit of the white tiger.

Smart turn.

Countless sharp divine lights like sharp blades burst out, as if they were attacking from the chaos of heaven and earth. They were distant thunder, more ancient and profound than the thunder disasters in recent times. They transformed into a hundred thousand golden swords in the void and gathered into the ninth level of the three thousand feet high divine weapon, which was unleashed from the hands of the God-Destroying Shura Dharmakaya.

The burst of attack was like the energy of a hundred thousand soldiers forged into a light of destruction.

Everything that touches is cut into two halves.

It is the most extreme slash!

It seemed as if it wanted to destroy the shrine and the Ghost Mountain and Soul Sea with one blow.

……

  Roar!

The evil ghost screamed miserably.

Wow.

The pearl curtain opened, and a figure dressed in imperial robes walked out.

One step forward and the world becomes silent.

It was as if the unreal him had finally become real, and he existed not only in the present, but also in the past and the future.

The ten thousand feet high Dharma image towers above heaven and earth.

The Ghost Emperor opened his dark blue ghost hands to hold up the ghost mountain at the shrine.

In an instant, it was refined into a huge black and red seal hanging in the palm of his hand.

"Ugh."

"Woo!"

When the image of the Ghost Emperor appeared, all the ghosts and gods in the killing array congratulated the emperor.

The fierce howling ghost roars were as deep as thunder and shook the sky, and it seemed that the ghosts of the past and the future also heard the echo, and thus, they made ghost cries and divine howls that should not belong to the present.

Not illusory.

It is pure truth.

He stood tall and majestic, overlooking the universe.

He who held the emperor's seal seemed to be one with the immortal killing formation.

The imperial seal hangs on the top.

Spinning around.

The Ghost Emperor threw a punch without hesitation.

The black and red fist light shines through eternity, as if one really saw the empty ghost gods opening their bloody mouths to devour myriad souls.

Immediately afterwards, the spirit of a hundred thousand sharp soldiers was completely swallowed up.

"Swallow the soul!"

It was as if the roars of tens of millions of evil spirits merged into an ancient imperial sound.

With the help of the Immortal Killing Formation, the Ghost Emperor was no less powerful than the Shura created by his illusory Taoist flowers, and even had a slight overpowering power.

With the gradual revival of the Immortal Killing Formation, he will become more and more powerful as he commands tens of millions of ghost soldiers, controls a hundred thousand generals, and is surrounded by powerful ghost saints from all directions.

"rise!"

The Ghost Emperor made the decision.

A seven-story shrine rises from the ground.

The black and red chains pierced into the form of the God-Destroying Asura.

"Destroy!"

Shura is worthy of being a flower of Tao.

Even though it was an illusion, it tore open the seal of the shrine in the first moment and activated the spirit of the Vermillion Bird. Endless purple swept across the eighteen layers of heaven and earth.

Then he turned into the spirit of Xuanwu, and the purple shield light swept away all the disadvantages thousands of miles away.

Xuan Feng slashed again.

One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers slay demons and monsters.

The Ghost Emperor in the Immortal Killing Formation reached out his hand and held the Emperor's Seal in his right palm as if he had plucked the sun and the moon.

With his left hand he took back the large banner from the sky, and turned it into a scroll of life and death which he held in his palm.

As the right palm clenched.

The imperial seal turned into a pen of judgment.

Infinite spiritual light condensed in the void, and black and red blood were mixed and ground.

puff.

The jade pen fell into the ink pool.

The dancing black dragon roared in the sky.

Push your left palm forward.

The Scroll of Life and Death unfolded before the Ghost Emperor like a picture of the country and gods.

The complicated inscriptions are the power of Tao, just like the opened diagram is not a book, but an explanation of the truth of life and death, and it is the embodiment of the Tao of life and death.

It seemed to possess infinite magic power, encompassing all living beings of ancient and modern times, drawn into the Forbidden Pattern Emperor's Record, flashing with the mysterious light of yin and yang!

  hum!

The pen transformed from the imperial seal finally fell on the scroll of life and death.

  The pen frightens the gods and ghosts!

A name covered by purple air was crossed out by the Emperor's Seal Pen.

"puff!"

The old king suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The 100,000 black blade energies that were used to chop him off also turned into nothingness when the old king staggered.

The old king stared at the Ghost Emperor who was holding the Emperor's Seal, the Judgment Pen, and the Banner of Life and Death.

He didn't expect that Tushan Jun had such means. He used Taoist magic to take his life by force, forcing him to defend his body.

"I never thought someone would force me into this situation!"

The old king said in a deep voice.

"You are indeed an unrivaled strong man."

"It's a pity that it will eventually fall!"

Purple flowers are floating.

The unicorn-shaped divine body in the distant sky walked forward like a giant.

Instantly.

The misty purple air is like the halos of millions of stars, rushing into the sea.

Gathered on the old king's withered body.

The arm, as green as a dry tree trunk, pushed aside the robe.

Lifeless muscles glow.

Seal engraving of Taoist divine patterns.

It was as if the ancient gods had finally come back to life.

The shriveled body slowly became stronger.

The divine patterns were painted in blood like a battle suit, like a second skin.

The gray hair turned purple, and the wrinkles on the face disappeared rapidly, as if the years that had inflicted on the body had become dust that should have been brushed away, revealing an immortal body.

The horn squeezed out from the forehead and pierced the sky.

At this point, the old king had to admit that the weapon spirit's use of Taoist magic contained the essence of the Great Dao and was not just a wielding of brute force. The integration of the killing array gave him a headache. He could only take back the Law of Heaven and Earth to achieve a state of unity of the law and body, thus locking the passage of his life.

He is old.

Life is at stake.

However, the spirit of the weapon still carries the yin and yang millstone, determines life and death, devours souls and refines spirits to plunder life.

The Old King could feel his own vitality slipping away, which was exacerbated during his fight with the Ghost Emperor.

If he could no longer hold on to his life, perhaps the Ghost Emperor wouldn't even have to make any further moves, as he would naturally die in this fight.

Grasp the ninth level of divine weapon.

The Black Tortoise is used as clothes, the Vermillion Bird is used as feathers, and the Purple Fire Bear burns the heaven and earth.

Hold the magic weapon upright in front of your left chest.

Those eyes that seemed to be blessed and cursed by the gods and demons were firm and unwavering: "No one can stop me from getting the magic medicine and becoming a Taoist master."

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

  Swish!

The magic weapon turns again.