Chapter 354 Domain Fight
As soon as the secret technique is activated, black air evaporates and lingers, turning into light that reaches the sky.
The sky above turned into pitch black, and the ground below turned into a faint underworld.
The whole body of the Heavenly Ghost King was surging with flowing magma. The iron rod in his hand cracked when the black rocks were connected, and the explosive fire energy emerged and surrounded his side.
Unexpectedly, the Heavenly Ghost King was actually a fire monk.
Netherworld fire, green.
As his breath rose, the Heavenly Ghost King waved the stick-shaped magic weapon in his hand.
Tushanjun, who was dressed in a grand ceremony attire, with the small flags clustered behind him exposed, his eyes had no other consciousness at all, only the purest instinct of fighting was left, and even the fighting was supported by killing intent.
Therefore, when the magic technique was performed, only soft murmurs were left, echoing around.
"kill."
The Heavenly Ghost King who cast the secret method roared, and the magic power supported his body. The magic weapon in his hand turned into a long pillar in an instant, and then expanded again, looking like a cylindrical mountain range.
The other end of the mountain range was held in the hands of the Heavenly Ghost King.
"ah!"
straight stick,
Face to face with that vastness.
The air and machine have collided at the same time.
boom! ! !
Supported by murderous intent, Tu Shanjun combined his hundred-foot divine body and punched with all his strength. The cylindrical mountain range transformed from the magic weapon's long staff instantly shattered, and turned into lava scattered in all directions under the force of the fist's force.
Boom boom boom.
Even if the Heavenly Ghost King is standing on the ground of Netherworld, with his back to Netherworld.
The magic weapons continued to overlap and grow, and the mountains were shattered at the moment. They grew under the urging of the magic power, but they still could not resist Tushanjun's pace.
Gravel, mountain peaks...
Burning fireworks.
And the magic weapon fragments wrapped in mana.
The Heavenly Ghost King looked at the fist that was getting closer and closer, and shouted: "Youming, help me!"
As an elf born in the Netherland, he should be the darling of this land. In the past, no matter what he did, everything went smoothly, as if the opportunity was prepared for him, just waiting for him to take it.
This was the first half of his life.
very smooth.
However, this time, when he called out to the heaven and earth under his feet again, he found that he didn't feel that way anymore.
"Why?!
"The Heavenly Ghost King looked ferocious.
He didn't know why, but Tushanjun's attack was already so close that he couldn't think about it anymore and had no choice but to face the enemy first.
"Bang."
One punch clears the world,
One hundred thousand mountains and rivers are wide.
The upper and lower dark areas condensed by the Heavenly Ghost King were penetrated by a punch.
With the sweeping movement of the horizontal fist, the territory of the Heavenly Ghost King was like a deflated rubber ball without any strength or hindrance. It could only turn into dust in the wind with the surge of the fist wind.
The monster body wearing the high priest's armor slowly raised its head.
His dark eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Ghost King, his horns were majestic, and a small flag fluttered behind his back. He stared at everything sternly, and whispered softly: "In this world, I am the true god!"
One Hundred Thousand Miles of Black Mountain.
Mountains and rivers all work together, and all people unite as one.
How could the world here respond to the Ghost King?
To respond is also to respond to the true God.
Tushanjun!
"Tiandao Seal."
Tushanjun murmured quietly, and quickly formed seals with his blue-white ghost hands. As the mana flowed, a black-red light curtain rose from around him, instantly covering the world where they were fighting.
"Legal domain."
"The gods understand the realm of death."
Thousands of shrines, candlelight fluttering.
Tushanjun stepped into the air, raised the small flag in his hand, and his already weird body began to dance in an unusual and weird posture.
A huge word "death" suddenly appeared on the face of the Heavenly Ghost King.
A nine-foot-long shrine rose behind the Heavenly Ghost King.
With insufficient mana, he needed to kill the Heavenly Ghost King as soon as possible.
In fact, there is not much clear consciousness left in Tushanjun now.
There was only one voice in his heart urging him to end the battle as soon as possible and then return to aid Daheishan. The monk who plotted against Daheishan and the monks beside him were not ordinary people.
…
The Faceless Ghost stared at the magic circle in front of him and the overall defense of Daheishan.
He couldn't help but nod and praise: "It's really hard to imagine that this is a newly rising force. If he is given another few hundred years to accumulate knowledge, it will be another Yangcheng."
"Yanmu, let's do it." He said, tilting his head and saying to the monk in the late Jindan stage next to him.
The monk next to him who was in the late stage of Jindan took out his magical feather fan.
At this level, it is like fake elixirs contained in the Peak Foundation Establishment, and top-grade magic weapons are only the top of the top-grade list and will not be separated separately.
But the feather fan in his hand can indeed be called a top-quality magic weapon.
It is actually a powerful weapon to break the formation.
It is much easier to use than the standard magic weapon of Wanfa Sect.
Mangmu waved the flaming Luan fan, and the flames burned intensified, immediately burning out a small gap in the already unstable inner formation. The two of them took advantage of the moment the gap appeared and walked in.
The formation's self-repair quickly filled the gaps.
With the late-stage Jindan monks covering the formation, Nie Quanjiu, who was presiding over the formation, felt the formation shaking and the aura flickering. He did not know that a monk had already sneaked in, and he was such a powerful monk.
"Separately look for it." The faceless ghost looked at Mianmu.
Mianmu curled his lips. Although the Faceless Ghost has a good mind, his cultivation level is really not good enough. He is just an early stage of the Golden Core, so he said frankly: "If we separate, I won't care about you."
Wu Mian smiled calmly and said: "No need, finding the child is the most important thing."
After planning for so long, I can't make a wedding dress for others.
Thinking of this, he looked back at the fight between the two peak monks and sighed: "It's true that heaven and earth are all working together, but Tushanjun actually relied on a crazy demonic intention to let the unknown body help him. From this point of view, the Ghost King is not If I take out some of the things I ordered from the press box, my life may be a bit hanging."
Mianmu sneered: "This is what he chose."
He then said with great distress: "The inheritance of the handwriting reflects the experience of the great monk of the Holy Spirit Nascent Soul. It is a powerful foundation. There is also a prescription for the immortal elixir and the core of the Nine Yang Yuan Sheng Fruit."
"If you can pay such a high price to ask a monk with true intentions to take action, why bother to ask him?"
"Compared to him, the one deep in the Netherworld is the real strong man."
The Faceless Ghost shrugged and said calmly: "Who said he would be able to take everything away completely? Who should he rely on, himself, or the golden elixirs of his men who had been scared away long ago?"
Yan Mu's eyes lit up: "You have known for a long time that Lord Tushan is difficult to deal with!"
"I have seen him before."
The Faceless Ghost didn't answer yes or no, and quietly dropped the topic.
Then, the two of them left separately.
…
"Tiandao Seal."
The Heavenly Ghost King has discovered his own weakness.
But he knew that Tushanjun wouldn't last long in this situation. This was common sense. The more powerful the secret method is, the harder it is to support it. It is enough to survive the most difficult moments.
Now that I think about it, I feel really annoyed.
It's not that he was upset that he took action, but that he underestimated Tu Shanjun.
‘Guxianlou knows very little about Tushanjun, and the Faceless Ghost didn’t tell the truth. ’
The thought flashed through, and the black twilight energy swept across, snatching half of the entire world away.
"Legal domain."
"Netherworld Ghost King's Mansion."
The Heavenly Ghost King's seal is completed, surrounded by mountains, and behind him is a huge palace complex.
His legal domain is the epitome of a small world. If you look carefully, you will find that this seems to be the Netherworld. It's the same but very different.
The territory expanded, and the palace complex behind him slowly appeared.
There were only two figures left on the long and huge stone bridge.
The Heavenly Ghost King stood on this side of the bridge, while Tu Shanjun, with dark eyes, stood on the other side of the bridge.
This bridge occupies at least 20 to 30% of the entire legal area.
…
Although Tu Shanjun's true strength has not reached the peak of the Golden Core, with the blessing of many combat powers and the manifestation of the mountain and river god's body, his strength has already reached the peak of the Golden Core.
Today, he is even more powerful than that day when he fought against the Tianji Sword Master of Sunset Mountain.
Feng Chengyin is the kind of monk from the sect who goes smoothly, and may not have experienced many life and death crises in his life.
Tu Shanjun was different. When he was weak, he struggled on such an edge, and even died several times in battles. This kind of experience is something that no one has ever had.
Naturally, the sense of smell for fighting is different, and the ability to fight harder is also different.
Two peak monks clashed in the sky.
The roaring sounds were louder than ordinary thunder.
That is to say, being in the legal realm, they can freely display their own cultivation.
At the end of the bridge, the Heavenly Ghost King called out to the formation: "Do you dare to step onto the Bridge of Destruction and fight with me?"
Tu Shanjun turned his head slightly, his dark eyes devoid of any emotion, just doing weird tricks on his own.
The shrine that had already stood was lit by candles.
Countless black threads poured out and wrapped around the body of the Heavenly Ghost King.
I don't know whether it was Tu Shanjun's lack of strength or his inability to sustain his magic power. Even though this body's strength was extraordinary, it still did not allow the shrine to pull out the ghost king's ghost.
The peak golden elixir was indeed different from the monks he had dealt with before.
Xu realized that Tushanjun, who was six feet tall, stepped onto this ancient long bridge.
One step falls and the footprints appear.
The Heavenly Ghost King laughed.
This is the power of his domain. The monk who steps on the bridge will be dragged down by himself. By the time he walks in front of him, his strength has been reduced by 30 to 40%, so how can he be his opponent.
But in the blink of an eye he stopped laughing.
The sound stopped suddenly, like a goose being choked.
Although the man in front of him walked very slowly, he walked extremely steadily, and the footprints did not let him stop too much at all.
A few moments.
Tushanjun is already halfway through.
The Heavenly Ghost King roared angrily: "How could the Ghost King's Mansion and the Destruction of Life Bridge not be able to drag his body?"
"What the hell is 伱?!"
In fact, he didn't see that every time he passed a footprint, there was a faint shadow left behind.
It's not that the Life-Destroying Bridge is useless, but because the Soul-Reverent Banner is not afraid of this strange place that can retain and affect the Yinshen.
Since you have influenced me, just leave Yin Shen with you.
After a while, Tu Shanjun appeared in front of the Heavenly Ghost King.
The black silk thread of the shrine behind him fixed the Heavenly Ghost King, which gave Tushanjun the opportunity to take action.
There is no need to consider anything else at all.
With a flick of his finger, he took out the black seal from the sea of consciousness.
As the mana surged, the seal grew stronger in the wind, and was held by Tushanjun in his hand.
Then he raised his arms.
He aimed at the Heavenly Ghost King's head and slapped it hard.