Chapter 447 Xiang Tian
Staring at the red-robed figure in the center of the thunderstorm.
He was a worldly wealthy man dragging his body with heavy fatigue.
Step out of the small world and face the baptism of the small wilderness calmly.
The thunder was like water, not only did it not extinguish his aura, but it washed away the dust and dust on his body, revealing the inner aura that soared into the sky.
Out of the corner of his eye.
He laughed like a night owl, with thick dark circles under his eyes and scarlet beads framed by a skinny old man holding his large robe and staring strangely at the emaciated Golden Elixir Grandmaster who was wearing a black and white robe.
Master Changshui glanced over from the corner of his eye and looked at the bald old man carrying a small coffin not far away. From the back, he could see the bones of immortality, and from the front, he could see crooked melons and cracked jujubes. With his bald top, it made people laugh at him. .
There was no smile on his face.
This man is the Master of the Earthly Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect. His cultivation has reached the pinnacle of the Golden Core. He is a great master in the Xiaohuang Realm. It was just a bit inferior to the blood elder monster that came first.
These two people are the most troublesome. In addition, this place is the closest to the Corpse Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect. The fact that they can come here means that they have ordered the sects to prepare.
With so many monks eyeing him, how could he wait until the other party failed to overcome the tribulation and obtain the magic weapon?
He said yes and no, and he said no and no.
The only blame is that the man in red robe came here to escape the tribulation. If he was far away from the Demon Sect, he would not have attracted these two great masters. The remaining blue-robed monks in the late Jindan stage did not know the details because they deliberately concealed their figures.
The other grandmaster is the famous Ghost King in the Netherworld.
Changshui Zhenren found that he had no advantage at all next to these monks. Even if he was the master of Wanfa Sect, when the other party did not interfere with the secular world, he was just the master of Jindan.
The blood elder monster's eyes rolled, and he hid the greed in his eyes: "In my opinion, the person who overcame the tribulation is not a real person from the Wanfa Sect, but rather a monk from outside the Small Wasteland."
"Master Changshui came early, maybe your sect has some care."
The blood elder monster squinted his eyes and licked his dry lips.
It had been a long time since there had been a monk who had survived the tribulation in the Xiaohuang Realm. Now one suddenly appeared and came here to survive the tribulation again. It was probably not one of the famous real people from the big sects.
Master Changshui secretly thought that it was not good, and Master Xuesha Sect obviously also changed his mind. So he cleared his throat and said, "Although this person is not a monk of our sect, he has had conversations with the ancestors of our sect."
"The ancestor asked me to take care of it."
After Chang Shui's words fell, the blood elder monster's proud expression was slightly startled, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He laughed casually, but the greed in his eyes was suppressed deeper, and the fearful expression surfaced.
As soon as the ancestor's name comes out, he, a great master, has to give face. Moreover, he did not believe that Master Changshui of the Wanfa Sect would openly use his ancestor as a guarantor, so the matter was probably close to the same conclusion.
Even the Master Earth Corpse, who was carrying a coffin beside him and had a huge contrast in figure, hesitated.
Not to mention the ghost king and the blue-robed monk who came riding on the clouds. The two of them have the lowest cultivation level. Even if they really have any benefits, they will not be able to turn to them.
"This great master who has overcome the tribulation, uses Yin Qi to fly and black mist to follow. Judging from the fluctuations of his mana, it is also very similar to my Demon Sect..." Master Earth Corpse touched his chin and watched with a pair of moves. situation.
They also want to extend their spiritual consciousness, but if their spiritual consciousness stretches out, it will be shattered by thunder and cannot be touched at all.
Just as the old monster of the Blood Elder was about to answer the question, he thought of something again. He turned his hand and burned a Ten Thousand Miles Communication Talisman in his sleeve robe, and then the old god hugged his shoulders.
Master Changshui was still thinking about how to deal with them, when he suddenly saw a sudden change in the thunder calamity.
The seventh ray of lightning has turned into a dragon shape.
The majestic pressure suppressed the formation by about ten feet.
Tu Shanjun on the high altar solemnly worshiped the soul flag. The soul flag had been completely repaired by the evil spirit carried by the banyan tree. In order to withstand the thunder disaster, he consumed most of the evil spirit brought out from the small cave sky.
Fortunately, there is also the banyan tree, a growing incense tree.
The Dao tree once served as the host body of the Nascent Soul Old Dragon. Both the material and the evil aura it carries are extremely rare treasures of heaven and earth. If there is a great master in refining weapons, the banyan tree may be used to refine a powerful spiritual treasure. .
However, even with such a treasure, it is still very difficult to overcome it. I don’t know if any magic weapon that is promoted to a spiritual treasure will pass through such a pass. In short, Tu Shanjun feels that the thunder catastrophe faced by the soul banner is beyond expectation.
Two thousand miles of thunder rolled down the sky, and tens of thousands of miles of wind stirred up the clouds. The sky and the earth seemed to be connected at this moment, turning into a field of thunder that completely submerged Tushanjun and the formation he had set up.
The golden elixir masters who were watching the excitement were sore that their eyes were stung by the dazzling lightning. Even with the divine light in their eyes, they couldn't see clearly what was happening in the thunder.
They didn't dare to get close, for fear of being caught in the thunder.
Tushanjun raised his hand.
His skin had cracks, and traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Although Chi Xuan's body is powerful, after all, he is only in the late stage of Jindan. If he cannot reach the level of overcoming the tribulation, he will naturally be overwhelmed by the thunder tribulation.
The soul flag shook, and Tu Shanjun's true form came out of the soul flag and grabbed the transforming soul flag.
The head of the evil ghost at the top of the Zunhun Banner has grown out of its shoulders. While roaring, the cloth of the banner held by its fangs rolled back and stretched out from the chest again.
The shoulders grown by the evil ghost turned into the horizontal bars of the soul flag, and the two ghost claws grasped the two auxiliary ridges of the soul flag.
The iron ingots forged from the skeletons into weapons were nailed to the main pole under the hammering of thunder and calamity. The black and red main pole showed lines, as if magma flowed over and met at the top to form a blood-red spiritual bead.
The black iron bone forged into a fan shape is fixed on the spirit bead.
Most of the magic weapon has been transformed, and even the burned banners have been woven and repaired into a more spiritual black. If you want to be fully promoted to a spiritual treasure, the only thing missing is the main pole.
The seventh thunder dragon roared and charged.
Boom! ! !
The power of thunder seemed to annihilate everything in sight, and there was no grass growing for hundreds of miles. Not even a complete stone was left. Even the core of the formation that blocked the thunder was exposed.
The ten flag-bearing ghost kings all raised their heads and resisted the crazy thunder dragon.
The huge pressure made the flesh rattle, and blood flowed out from between the teeth and the surface of the body.
"Hold on... hold on."
Tushanjun's eyes exploded and protruded, and the hidden fangs could no longer be restrained. The scorching hot arcs were like magic steel needles piercing the top of his head inch by inch. Such severe pain made Tushanjun raise his head uncontrollably.
"ah!!!"
Scarlet red hair spread out and flew in all directions.
The ghost horns soar into the sky.
Only a ferocious evil ghost with a face twisted in pain was left behind.
The pain of thunder tribulation not only affects the physical body, but also affects the soul and even the deepest part of the soul. With the attack of the thunder dragon, the countless accumulated pains poured out like a flood, drowning Tushanjun in one fell swoop.
It hurt like hell but there was nothing I could do.
"The Ghost King of the Ten Directions..."
Tu Shanjun recited the mantra to activate the Ghost King of the Ten Directions word by word. His hands, which were already twitching in pain, forced the sealing method, and blood flowed along the elbows on the flat ground of the high altar.
He twisted his hands almost violently to form a seal.
"Array up!"
The light beam rose, and the soul flag in my hand fell into the formation of the Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions. The soul flag in my hand was spinning, but before I could continue to take action, the thunder dragon finally broke through the formation and came down.
"boom."
At the same time that the formation was broken, the ten golden elixir spirits returned to their soul flags.
The brontosaurus above has lost its original ferocity.
Although it still struck the main pole of the soul flag steadily, causing Tu Shanjun to lose his hand, the main pole of the soul flag shattered into a huge crack that penetrated up and down, all the way to the head of the new evil ghost.
The blood-colored spirit beads protected by the evil ghost's chest and ribs also had a white crack.
"puff!"
The back blood surged up and wetted his clothes. Tu Shanjun raised his palm tremblingly, and with a flick of his palm, the soul flag that had been blown away by the thunder fell into his hand. He murmured: "The Killing Formation of the Ghost King of Ten Directions is a killing formation after all, not a defense." The formation is easily broken."
"It's a pity that I wasn't prepared enough."
"Thunder Yi Jiuji, there are two more, it seems I need my help to keep an eye on them."
Tu Shanjun left his spiritual consciousness to sit on his body and control the overall situation, and he appeared in the sky above Leiyu instead of the soul flag. If you cast the magic domain, you will be defeated by the thunder, and you can only rely on the magic weapon and your own strength to fight head-on.
The evil energy accumulated by the banyan tree should be enough to condense another body.
Therefore, losing a physical body is nothing.
"bring it on."
Tushanjun's eyes were covered with madness.
After passing the thunder tribulation, he would take the second step and become the top legendary monk in the Xiaohuang Realm. If he failed to take this step and the soul flag was damaged again, he didn't know what the consequences would be.
Maybe he will disappear as the soul flag is damaged.
Since ancient times, no one has died.
Cultivation is inherently about sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat.
He has come this far. If he doesn't want to die, he has no choice but to fight for his life. Tu Shanjun originally thought that he would be afraid of death after becoming the Great Master of the Golden Core Peak. In fact, he was more afraid of not being able to become an immortal.
Therefore, even if he died on the immortal road, this was his choice.
"If you don't become an immortal, you'd rather die!"
Tu Shanjun looked up to the sky and screamed, as if he wanted to pour out all the emotions accumulated over the years. He stumbled forward. He was not numb or heartless, nor did he forget the burden he had carried back then.
That is a life, a living life.
He embarked on the road to immortality with him, but died on the way to becoming an immortal.
Their Yin Shen true spirits are all within the soul flag, and they cannot even reincarnate.
If he Tushanjun cannot remember them, no one will remember them.
Tu Shanjun doesn't know if others have reasons to become immortals. He only remembers the reason why he became an immortal.
"God."
"Are you immortal?!!!"
The enraged deity rushed into the sky, and his true spirit turned into a roaring evil ghost, punching hard at the thunder dragon descending from the sky.
Give it a punch and ask the world
Do all monks in the world yearn to become immortals like me?
This punch is the fist of shouting, the fist of resistance, the fist of devouring... It is the fist of asking God whether he will live forever, and it is the fist of thousands of Yin gods who are most persistent in becoming immortals.