Chapter 332 Silent Wind
"But, is that power really yours?" The speaker raised his index and middle fingers together as sword fingers.
Cut out with one sword.
There was no majestic pressure at all, just a gentle breeze blowing on my face.
Just like the spring breeze, it is pleasant.
Tu Shanjun was shocked to find that his Baizhang Dharma Body was collapsing, as if it had been eroded by thousands of years of wind and rain.
Just like a wild god separated from the worship of the common people and the incense of his own dojo, he slowly withered under the erosion of the long river of time.
Is that time?
No, it's still the wind.
It's just too much wind.
The sword's intention was like the wind, destroying everything and not giving Tushanjun any time to react.
"Without that power that doesn't belong to you, are you still strong enough?" The voice came slowly, and an old man wearing a dark gold robe and no more than five feet tall appeared in front of Tu Shanjun.
The Qi of his whole body is restrained and not showing any trace of water. It is not as sharp as if it were sealed into a seal.
The old man's face was ordinary, except for his eyes, which were as bright as stars.
Tu Shanjun, who was six feet tall and had the body of a ghost king, remained silent.
The fangs that had been hidden in his mouth for a long time no longer had any scruples, and a violent aura overflowed, and black and red lines surrounded his side like ripples: "Without the blessing of such power, I am still strong."
"Let me see Sunset Mountain's peak combat power."
As he said that, the Demon Ape set up his Dingyi Fist stance.
The black and red steam is like the curl of smoke after burning incense.
Stepping on the Doubugang, complex inscriptions appeared under Tushanjun's feet.
Without mountains and rivers, without people, without the sacred body of incense and fire, without the power of aspiration, would he have no power?
He still has himself.
Strip away the hundreds of thousands of people in the Dahei Mountains, the demons and monsters within the territory, and take away the name of the true king of the Dahei Mountains. He is just Tushanjun, the main soul evil ghost who first died at the hands of the demon cultivator and became the soul banner magical weapon.
Today, it’s time for the evil spirits to show their fangs.
The old man in the dark gold robe couldn't help but smile and asked: "You don't need a magic weapon, just a pair of physical fists?"
Tu Shanjun said: "This seat is the most powerful magic weapon."
The old man shook his head slightly and sighed: "Young man, you are so proud!"
Seeing the mana consumed to maintain Zhangliu Ghost King's body, Tu Shanjun knew that he could not wait any longer, and his fist intention and the true intention of the demon ape in the sea of consciousness could not wait any longer.
The old ape in cassock stood firm in the sea of consciousness, with a ferocious look on his kind-hearted face.
Xin Yuan is inherently violent, even if he is put on a cassock.
If there is no violence in the heart, how can one use the violence in the hands?
Tu Shanjun tightened his grip on his blue-gray ghost hands.
With each movement, the world where the Ghost King was was plunged into darkness. In the sky, only the hunting figure was left walking in the air, with ten green and black flags with scarlet edges fluttering behind him.
The gathering cyclones turned into howling winds.
The wild and unruly scarlet red hair was spread freely.
The full moon is like a bow.
The torrent of mana turned into a fist seal and condensed on the fist.
Tu Shanjun knew that even if this punch was used, he might not win.
Because the old man who appeared now was very powerful, a power that moisturized everything silently. With just one sword, he destroyed his incense dojo and cut off the hundred-foot body behind him.
However, since I started practicing, there is no battle that I am completely sure of.
Even if you lose, you still have to punch.
…
Nie Quanjiu stood up slowly while staring at the sky in the formation.
As soon as Nie Quanjiu, who was sitting in the formation, moved, the blue-eyed ghost king immediately noticed it and roared in an instant: "Old ghost Nie is crazy. The king has not been defeated yet. How dare you leave the formation at this time."
"The king has said that if there is any failure, a golden elixir monk should go to the Ghost King's Palace to retrieve the things left by the king. This way there is still a glimmer of hope."
The green-eyed ghost king gritted his teeth: "Then you will most likely die, as the king said."
As if to add weight to his words, the Blue-Eyed Ghost King then added: "Your Majesty will not lie to us."
Empress Ye Ling lowered her voice: "The sword cultivator from Sunset Mountain said he would spare our lives."
Nie Quanjiu turned back to look at the two people.
He scoffed, laughing disdainfully and indifferently.
Afterwards, he straightened his clothes, tied up his loose hair, and spat twice to gather up the loose hair. His slightly rickety body was unusually tall and straight at this time.
He stopped and said: "I am a scholar, different from you and other monsters."
The blue-eyed ghost king yelled: "Old ghost Nie, you damn..."
…
Just when Tu Shanjun was about to punch, a palm fell on his shoulder.
A kind and gentle voice sounded next to Tu Shanjun: "Tiger, you are no match for this old guy, so let me do it."
Tu Shanjun didn't say any more, he lost all his energy, extinguished the ghost king's magical power in the world, and the illusory flags on his body separated one by one, turning into black streamers, and finally returned to the main peak of Dahei Mountain.
The sacrificial armor robe took off, and the body shrank, returning to its original appearance of more than seven feet.
"There are still 30% left." Tu Shanjun sighed in his heart.
Such a large consumption of mana can only be compared on the way to Chiwu Sect. Now, the 35% of the mana consumed was only enough for him to punch and concentrate one punch with all his strength.
Without the blessing of the Ghost King in this world, Tu Shanjun's cultivation realm quickly fell.
From the original peak, he has returned to the late stage of Jindan. He is locked in energy and does not waste any mana.
Standing next to Tu Shanjun, Master Yuyan praised: "Your boxing technique has already taken shape, and the foundation is solid enough. Unfortunately, you have experienced too little, so although your boxing is intentional, it has not touched the Tao, and it is not enough to become your great success." capital."
Maybe he could see Tu Shanjun’s doubts.
Master Yuyan explained further: "In the same realm, ordinary people are rarely your opponents, but in the eyes of Taoist cultivators, your boxing skills are still just moves."
"This is the key to how easily he can neutralize your punches."
Tu Shanjun asked: "What is touching the road?"
"You should have the golden elixir realm, which is the Tao of cultivation, and boxing, swordsmanship, swordsmanship, Taoism, spells... are the things that support your cultivation. How to enter the Tao can only be done by yourself. To understand, no one else can help.”
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Sensing the aura fluctuations on the Tianji Sword, Zhuang Hai said in surprise: "Elder brother is here?"
And the young Jin Dan, who seemed to be a descendant of Feng Chengyin, had not yet recovered from the battle just now.
He never thought that such a scene would occur. Although both senior brothers raised their opinion of the Daheishan Ghost King, he actually didn't think much of it.
There are many golden elixir monks in the world, and there are not many who have reached the later stages. However, it is not easy for those who reach the peak of the golden elixir.
There may not be many peak golden elixirs in the entire small wilderness.
What shocked him even more was the magical power of the True King of Daheishan, which was simply unheard of.
"Sure enough, he kept his hand." Lei Wuji sighed.
At that time, such an idea appeared in his mind, but it was too shocking. A golden elixir appeared out of nowhere and defeated the two sword masters of Sunset Mountain in a row, but still kept it in hand.
If you say this, even if you don't make a name for Xiaohuangyu, it will be enough to set off huge waves in the practice world, and no one will even believe it.
The only excuse is that the other party is from outside the region.
Looking at the body and Tao method now, Lei Wuji is even more sure of this conjecture. This person must be the true successor of a large sect outside the territory, otherwise he would not have such cultivation and strength.
The old man in the dark gold robe did not interrupt Master Yueyan's words. It was not until he saw Master Yueyan's gaze coming at him that he said sarcastically: "You old immortal is not dead yet. It's really disappointing."
Master Yuyan said sternly: "Jiang Tianfeng, Daheishan is our ally in Yangcheng." "The sects under Sunset Mountain crossed the border to mine, resulting in the death of more than 3,000 people. The disaster of destroying the sect is the fault of ourselves."
"Even if this matter is brought to the Xiaohuang Domain sect's meeting, you and Sunset Mountain will have no reason to take it back."
The old man in the dark gold robe snorted coldly: "The dignity of the great master cannot be violated. Since it is you, Zi Daoxu, standing next to him, let me see the ability of the person who is known as the first person under Nascent Soul in the Xiaohuang Domain."
Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised. This was the first time he knew the name of Master Yuyan.
This is not surprising. Zi Shaoqing was adopted and must have the surname of Yuen Yan.
Master Yuyan was still indifferent: "Master Jifeng, the sword master of the first peak of Sunset Mountain, I have long wanted to ask for advice."
Then he looked back and said, "Tiger, keep an eye on it."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was clear that Master Yuen Yan still had no energy or mana fluctuations, but Tu Shanjun felt the heat, as if he was facing the sun at close range.
Compared with the former Red Wu Sect Golden Pill, it is almost like the difference between a bright moon and a firefly.
The meaning of the fist is like the sun, and the bright light fills the sky and the earth.
During the roar, storms and clouds swept across the sky, and wisps of thunder were running. The entire universe seemed to have locked onto the figure wearing the robe of the God of Nine Sun Flames.
Master Jifeng's expression was originally calm, but when he turned his sword finger, a breeze suddenly started, and the warmth made people feel lazy and didn't want to move.
However, after seeing the running thunder above the head of Master Yuyan, his color suddenly changed.
"Thunder Tribulation."
"Have you come this far?"
Just showing his fist power, heaven and earth can't wait to destroy Zi Daoxu.
It is simply an honor that is hard to find.
"Is that true?"
Tushanjun clenched his fists.
His true meaning of the Demonic Ape did not come from his own cultivation, but he absorbed it from the unknown animal skin. If you just take it and use it, even if you understand it, it will be very shallow and you will not be able to use the full power of your true meaning.
Master Yuyan looked up at the sky and said, "Three punches will determine the outcome."
"Arrogant!"
Master Yuyan raised his arms, clenched his palms, and the magic power all over his body condensed in his fists.
When the bow is opened, it is like the full moon, and when the horizontal fist is opened, it is like the sun.
"Nine Suns, rise!"
Punch out.
The thunderclouds above turned into powder, not even the cotton rain was left.
"The second punch."
The voice seemed to be still in the wind, and Master Yuyan was already walking in the air.
The divine light in Master Jifeng's eyes could no longer be restrained. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a wind sword flew out and landed in his hand.
"cut."
The thousand-year wind is coming.
The flowers and grass withered, the earth and rocks dissipated, and the whole world seemed to decline at this moment due to the breath of the wind, leaving only a long period of silence.
However, this kind of wind was unable to dissipate halfway.
That was the end of the fiery fist.
"Bang."
He held the sword in front of him, but he still received a solid punch, and a trace of blood immediately flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Although nervous, Feng Chengyin did not make a sound, let alone draw his sword.
Master Jifeng couldn't help but exclaimed: "If you can take my strongest sword, today's matter will be over."
"One more punch." Master Yuyan said calmly.
"Tiandao Seal!"
After sealing the Dharma Knot, Jifeng Zhenren's coercion was fully spread as the Dharma Domain opened.