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The body of the Blood Demon was originally that of a Yin God.

After integrating into the blood pool and becoming one, it now needs the flow support of the blood pool, otherwise it will be a pool of stagnant water.

What Tu Shanjun is looking for is an opportunity to cut off the opponent's flow.

"Node flow, right here."

After the transparency technique was activated, blood-colored flowing light spots suddenly appeared on the body of the giant blood demon.

"disease!"

He drank the magic formula fiercely.

Hundreds of sword shadows were scattered on the red light spots.

The Blood Demon roared and opened his hands to slap Tushanjun who rushed in front of him, but his body collapsed uncontrollably.

Boom.

The condensed body fell into the blood pool again, and the original Yin Shen body appeared.

"You're the one waiting."

Tu Shanjun fiercely approached: "The demon ape worships the moon."

"boom."

Golden light appeared on Tushanjun's body.

Fear flashed in the blood demon's eyes. Tu Shanjun's fist was actually able to suppress the Yin God, and the light golden light even divided the condensed blood pool.

"boom."

"Bang bang bang."

Countless fist marks fell on the blood demon's body, and Tushanjun's scarlet eyes showed a golden Zen feeling.

The blood demon was knocked out of the blood pool, the violence in his eyes disappeared, the original clarity reappeared and he was frightened, and asked: "What kind of boxing is this?"

"The punch that kills people."

Tu Shanjun doesn't want to talk nonsense, the mana he can control is limited.

The most important thing is that without the support of his magic power, the Tongguan formation has begun to shake.

Once it completely collapses, hundreds of thousands of people in the city will be killed by the evil spirit.

"It turns out you can't last long at all." The Blood Demon was overjoyed.

"Kill you, that's enough."

The golden light around Tushanjun's body bloomed again.

"Actually, you are no different from me. We..."

Before the blood demon could say anything, Tu Shanjun's flying sword had already struck.

Tu Shanjun really has no intention of listening to a demon say some confusing words that he doesn't even believe. It would be better for him to break his defense than the arrogant words on the forum before traveling through time.

"Suffer death!"

Hundreds of sword lights turned into sword formations to surround the Blood Demon.

A look of astonishment appeared on the blood demon's face. This ghost couldn't make sense at all.

During the fight, the Blood Demon felt that he could no longer hold on.

He was already seriously injured and had yet to recover, but now he was blocked by a powerful and problematic foundation-building Yin spirit, causing his injury to worsen.

Now the Yin Shen is flickering in and out, and if he doesn't escape, he might really want to stay here.

He didn't have much memory, and he didn't have much waking time. He didn't know why a Yin spirit in the foundation-building realm was guarding the mortal city wall to fight with him.

But this is undoubtedly good news.

There will be flaws only if there is involvement. If this ghost is not afraid of anything, the blood demon will escape without saying a word. He does not want to fight a madman who will not get any benefits.

Next, the Blood Demon's attacks focused more on formations.

The ripples vibrated, causing the entire formation to shift.

Tushanjun's attack also fell on the blood demon, which was protected by the best magic weapon, the Blood Spirit Pearl. Until now, Tushanjun had the upper hand.

"I want to see what you choose."

"The blood flames are overwhelming!"

The blood demon roared, and the blood demon suddenly condensed.

The blood pool evaporated into mist and pressed towards the people in the city, hitting the already collapsed formation.

Countless cracks appeared in the ripples that were already overwhelmed.

Like broken glass, completely frozen in the sky.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Blood Demon escaped directly into the blood pool and disappeared in the turbulence.

"Chasing the blood demon or saving the people in the city?"

There was no need for Tu Shanjun to ask, Wen Yue from the Marshal's Mansion had already made a decision.

Tushanjun also knew the result a long time ago.

Save the people.

Tu Shanjun dispelled the ghost king and reincarnated.

The surge of pressure gradually subsided, and even the bloody lines on his body had dissipated.

He looked at the escaping Blood Demon and let out a sigh of relief.

Wen Yue's magic power has bottomed out. If he wants to fight again, what he will squeeze is Wen Yue's true nature.

In the end, it may not be possible to kill the blood demon.

Until now, whoever can't hold back first will lose.

Facing the evil aura soaring into the sky, Tu Shanjun stood in the sky and filled up the Tongguan Formation with his magic power. The already damaged formation immediately stopped its tendency to collapse and became stalemate with the outer evil aura.

In the Marshal's Mansion.

Wen Yue opened his eyes fiercely. After his husband eliminated the reincarnation of the Ghost King, the thirteen spirit gathering arrays quickly gathered their spiritual energy and transformed it into mana.

The swallowed Yinhun Pill is also transformed into pure mana.

The dry Dantian is more than half full.

"Look, the immortal master has stopped."

Although the soldiers have driven the people in the city home, it does not prevent them from watching the fun in their own homes.

Because the blood demon merged into the blood pool and opened up a huge body, it allowed the people in the formation to see his appearance.

When Tu Shanjun was hovering in the air to block the evil spirit, he only used a black robe to cover his body so that no one would discover his true identity.

An Nanbo, who was on the recruitment platform of the Marshal's Mansion, stared blankly at the sky. Looking at the figure in the sky, he couldn't help but murmured: "Three Tigers."

The body shape is similar, but not the same.

He could see clearly that the black-robed figure in the sky was the person who broke into Jiangyun Valley to save them that day.

Wen Yue did not get up from the formation, but pulled out the soul flag behind him and threw it violently.

The soul flag shoots.

It turned into a black stream of light and flew towards the tower.

Wen Yue himself stepped onto the battlefield and carried Tongguan.

Huge pressure came.

A trace of blood flowed from Wen Yue's mouth.

Tu Shanjun grabbed Zhang Xu's soul flag, and the flag quickly expanded, and the picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night fluttered on the soul flag.

Waving the soul flag, the flag cloth flutters, and the overwhelming evil energy is quickly absorbed by the soul flag.

The strength in the foundation building stage absorbs evil spirits very quickly.

The sky that was originally shrouded in blood-evil mist swept away the gloom and revealed the sunshine.

"The Immortal Master wins!"

"That red-haired immortal master waving the flag is so awesome."

"I didn't expect that we would also be lucky enough to see the immortal master fight."

"Long live the Immortal Master."

The people in the city quickly took to the streets to celebrate loudly.

They had seen the immortal master climbing the stairs last time, and today they actually saw the immortal master fighting. Although they couldn't see clearly at all, their life was not in vain.

Tu Shanjun quickly returned to the Marshal's Mansion after finishing the processing.

The thirteen-level overlapping spiritual formation was arranged by him personally. A monk at the seventh level of Qi training would have to bear a huge amount of pressure without the formation flag.

The magic formula was played to close the spiritual formation.

Tu Shanjun looked at Wen Yue on the stage and was silent for a while before raising his head and saying, "I failed to kill him."

Wen Yue, who was in the center of the formation, raised his head slightly. The blood in his seven orifices had stopped. He asked, "Sir, have we won?"

"Won."

Tu Shanjun actually didn’t feel like he was winning because it didn’t meet his expectations.

But they did win, that's an indisputable fact.

Originally he didn't want to tell Wen Yue because he was afraid that Wen Yue would die of relief like Li Qingfeng, but Tu Shanjun didn't like it and was not used to lying.

He still told Wen Yue the news.

Wen Yue breathed a sigh of relief, his face showing exhaustion and looking quite embarrassed.

Then he hesitated slightly and said with a bright smile: "Thank you, sir, for saving hundreds of thousands of people, tens of thousands of soldiers, and many others in Tongguan City."

Tu Shanjun shook his head: "It's not me, it's you."

Taking out the elixir that had been prepared long ago, the mana from the foundation-building realm was input to protect the heart and body.

After everything was done, Tushanjun just hid aside and did not return to the soul flag.

He still had to guard against a lot of people, and it would be troublesome if the blood demon tried to counterattack, and he was not sure where the big head was.

Wen Yue was just too tired, exhausted and under too much pressure. He could recover by resting.

Fortunately, none of the bad things Tu Shanjun was worried about happened.

Tongguan finally returned to peace.

The soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty stopped attacking.

Even if they had the intention, they were unable to do so. They lost a total of four to five million troops, and the Northern Wei Dynasty's wealth had been emptied. They are now cowering in their own territory and do not dare to move, and they have no troops to continue the conquest.

Originally, their intention to fight was mainly due to the promoters of the sect behind them. Now that the ancestor of Yuanling Sect was seriously injured, Yuanling Sect lost its confidence.

After all, there are only three foundation-building monks in Yuanling Sect, and the seriously injured ancestor is at the peak of foundation-building. From now on, apart from the leader, there will only be one foundation-building monk walking in the sect.

The Five Spirits Sect is even worse. The leader became a living dead because of the self-destruction of the Yin God. He doesn't know how many years he will have to lie down.

The other two foundation-building monks in the sect have little ability and can only wait.

After half a month of recuperation, Wen Yue finally recovered.

Tu Shanjun had already returned the Blood Spirit Pearl and the Anaconda Dragon Sword to Wen Yue, and these two magical weapons were quite easy to use.

The Blood Spirit Pearl is a top-notch defensive magic weapon. It can activate a full range of shields using magic power. Generally, monks in the middle stage of foundation building may not be able to break the shield with one blow.

There is also a powerful spell marked inside, but it consumes a lot of mana. With this mana support, it is better to let the more than 600 evil ghosts in the soul flag initiate the reincarnation of the Ghost King.

There is a small blood-colored snake swimming on the Anaconda Sword. As a high-grade magic weapon or a sword, it certainly has the characteristics of armor-breaking and sharpness. Generally, low-grade magic swords will be cut open by the Anaconda Dragon Sword after several collisions.

If it weren't for these two treasures, Tushanjun wouldn't have dared to ask Da and the Blood Demon to fight in close combat.

"Father-in-law, something has happened here. It's time for me to go back."

Wen Yue bid farewell to An Nanbo and prepared to return to Liangdu.

From now on, if there are no monks or demon cultivators from the Yuanling Sect on the battlefield, he will not be able to participate.

The appearance of the monks will escalate the war. If the Yuanling Sect takes action because of his own fate, even if everyone in the Yuanling Sect is killed, many people will die.

Peace is the balance after war.

After this battle, he realized the shortcomings of his cultivation, and he wanted to practice well next.

"Okay, dear son-in-law, please take Sanhu's body back."

The white-haired Wen Yue put the coffin into the holding talisman and turned to leave. After wielding his sword, he looked back at Tongguan behind him: "It is really a majestic city, and it is a barrier for my beams."

"Fortified City?"

"Since ancient times, no fortified city has been defended."

Tu Shanjun said a rare word.

Wen Yue laughed loudly, and the Anaconda Dragon Sword rose into the air under the command of the sword finger: "Sir, can you soar into the clouds?"

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, and the foundation-building magic power surged, turning into a black cloud and wrapping the Anaconda Dragon Sword.

Tens of feet above the ground, it turned into a black rainbow light and flew towards Liangdu.

When we passed Qingwen Temple on the way, the place was already deserted.

Not to mention the King of Ghosts, he can't even look at a little ghost.

Those beautiful skeletal beauties have also disappeared long ago.

Tu Shanjun only found a letter left by Da Tou in the main hall.

Thanks to the leader of "Yloo".

I wish you all the best, may all your wishes come true, may your life be as long as the sky, and may you live forever.

Thanks to the leader, the boss is here.

I'll give you some extra updates in the past two days by mentioning the speed.

…

Brothers, Lingshan overestimated himself and it was indeed tiring.

But six thousand is a benchmark, and I don’t want to give up, so let’s change the update time to around 12:30 noon.

Then I can still sleep for an hour or two at night, and I don’t have to worry about oversleeping and being unable to revise the manuscript.

When you get up to code, you don’t need to worry about preparing the early morning manuscript the day before.

Anyway, no matter what, under the condition of ensuring quality, we cannot lower the price for everyone.