Chapter 568 Victory

Chapter 568 Victory

Time passed by minute by minute.

venue,

Everyone cheered.

"Taiyi Sect."

"Taiyi Sect!"

Tu Shanjun sat cross-legged in front of the soul flag and waited quietly.

Taiyi Zhenjun took the opportunity to swallow pills to restore his mana. He even swallowed a lot of Yinhun pills that were one level higher, quickly making up for the lost mana.

He was also afraid of being seen through, especially the Soul Flag's heels.

Once people know that Tu Shanjun is a weapon spirit with such a high spiritual intelligence and his cultivation level can be improved, even the Lord Transformation God will be tempted.

With his current strength, he can't keep the treasure.

As someone who has died once, he certainly knows what it means to not be able to keep your treasure. He will definitely have to die, and then the Yin Shen will enter the soul flag. At that time, how will he recover the sect and pass on the inheritance.

Therefore, he did not object to Tu Shanjun's challenge, but he felt that he could not kill people as a last resort.

These are the cornerstones of the sect. If one of them dies, it means enmity. If too many dies, causing the venerable to take action, they will also not end well.

Old Man He from Danmeng narrowed his eyes and twirled his beard.

The Jurchen Lord of the Hehuan Sect looked at Tushanjun up and down, pursed her lips, and murmured: "What a proud person. I didn't expect that such a person has not lost his vitality. If he can enter my sect..."

"Mr. Yinshao, you must be overthinking it. That person who looks like a stranger should not be approached, how can he be your servant?"

"You don't understand. The more a person behaves like this, the more he will indulge himself once he sinks."

"..."

Nascent Soul Lord of the Beast Control Sect looked at the monks in the Ancient Immortal Tower: "Are you interested in taking action?"

"Hey, there's always some human connection, so let's take a look." He shrugged and walked away.

At this time, the Jurchen Lord of the Hehuan Sect also left.

An early Yuanying monk from the Dan Alliance nodded without knowing what instructions he got, and walked on as well: "Don't worry, ancestor, I know what I'm worth, but it's rare to fight against the Great True Lord, so I want to give it a try."

It doesn't take a while.

The seven Nascent Soul Lords have already stepped into the ring.

The Dragon Clan took the lead, and the one who took action was also a late Nascent Soul.

The Jurchen Lord from the Hehuan Sect is also in the late stage of Nascent Soul, while the one from the Dan Alliance is in the early stage.

The Ancient Immortal Tower is in the middle stage of Yuanying, and the Yuan Ying Zhenjun of the Beast Control Sect is also in the middle stage, but he has a strange beast of the same level, a three-foot-long pangolin, which should not be underestimated.

The Yuandao League sent an early stage Yuan Ying.

As for the lower ranking sects, most of them only have one or two Nascent Soul Lords, and their cultivation levels are not high enough. The few Nascent Soul forces at the bottom even sent peak Golden Core cultivators as their chiefs, so of course they dare not take action.

In the early stage, it was difficult for Nascent Soul to fight. Didn't they think they had a long life?

The Taiyi Sect was so powerful that it was hard to offend, so they simply gave up.

…

There are some who come because of interpersonal relationships, some who are interested in Tushanjun, and some who want to get some advice.

Ao Zhan of the Jiaolong Clan simply did not want to see the Taiyi Sect grow stronger. He told True Lord Taiyi a few days ago that they were living in a crack, and today he was challenged and slapped in the face. With his joy and anger, of course he was not interested in the Taiyi Sect. I'm not happy, and I'm not happy with True Lord Taiyi either.

"Please." Tu Shanjun stood up and held his hands.

"The True Lord Yinshao of the Hehuan Sect, I have admired the name of my Taoist friend for a long time."

True Monarch Yinshao smiled and held up his hands. His clothes were barely able to cover his key parts. The remaining gauze clothes danced gracefully. His every frown and smile made the monks stupefied, drooling, and their eyes full of lust.

"How dignified!"

Those old monks with strong concentration quickly woke up their disciples, and they all showed their ugly faces, which was really embarrassing and made them feel shameless.

"Senior, please."

"Senior, please give me advice."

"I have no intention of becoming an enemy of fellow Taoists. I just wanted to see the gap between myself and the Great True Monarch." Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Beast Control Sect raised his hands and said.

When it was the turn of Zhenjun Ao Zhan from the Jiaolong Clan, he snorted coldly and said: "I am enough for one person. It doesn't matter if you come here to cause trouble. Since it is requested by fellow Taoists, I will bear the reputation of bullying the minority with more people."

Tu Shanjun took off his hair crown and formed a seal with his hands: "Ghost King."

"Here we come." Jin Ao Zhenjun quickly sat up straight and stretched his neck to look at the ring.

"What's coming?"

The True Lord of the Dragon Tribe said: "It's useless to take off your hair crown and admit defeat now."

"Reincarnation!"

At the same time as the magical power came out, Tushanjun's body suddenly grew to 1.6 feet.

The originally fair and handsome face suddenly turned green, with fangs protruding from the mouth. The two horns on the top of his head grew three feet long, and the purple-black lines of seal carvings gathered between Tushanjun's eyebrows.

A pair of scarlet eyes mixed with pale white.

His eyes moved.

It seemed like he was being targeted by a demon.

"magic……"

boom.

A 'mourning stick' came.

Two sounds turned into one.

The two Nascent Souls from Yuandao League and Dan League were instantly knocked out of the arena. They had just vaguely seen the afterimage of Tu Shanjun's attack, but when they came back to their senses, they had already been knocked away by the soul flag that turned into a hammer.

"Roar!" The figures of the pangolins gathered into a ball and appeared in front of Tushanjun. The hammer in his hand quickly turned into a large shield, which withstood the attack of the alien beast in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Shake it.

The large shield turned into a hammer again.

With one face-to-face meeting, the pangolin flew out and hit the Yuan Ying Zhenjun of the Beast Control Sect. Like a bowling ball, one person and one animal were swept off the ring in a ball.

Tu Shanjun's aura is still soaring, and it seems that he is only half a breath away from the peak. However, with the blessing of millions of Yin gods, plus the three Nascent Souls in the banner, and hundreds of Jindan Yin gods, he still has invincible power. Combat strength.

The soul-revering flag in his hand is only short of the perfection of Yin Shen to be called the best spiritual treasure.

In one encounter, the four Nascent Souls were swept away.

The monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul from the Ancient Immortal Tower took a breath of cold air, his back teeth aching slightly. He looked at Tushanjun who had already rushed over, turned around and jumped off the ring without the slightest hesitation.

This caused a burst of boos from the Nascent Soul Lords on the corridor above.

The True Monarch of Guxian Tower sneered and muttered: "Hush, uncle, I don't want to get beaten. How can I risk my life for a little favor?" After muttering, he turned into a rainbow and returned to the corridor, sitting back in his seat calmly. .

Everyone in the arena still has a sense of control, and it's not a life-and-death fight. Since they know how powerful they are, why would they reveal their trump cards? Just get down quickly.

After all, he also came on stage, and the favor was repaid.

Besides, if one person can defeat four Nascent Souls in person, even if they are in the early or mid-stage stage, they are still the True Monarch of Nascent Souls, so why not find them happy.

When it comes to boos, he doesn't care.

Nascent Soul monks can laugh.

The tens of thousands of monks here would not do this at all.

No matter how numerous they were, they would not dare to be rude to True Lord Nascent Soul. Nascent Soul Lord is also a human being. If he encounters a petty person and is hated by others, not only will he be unlucky, he will also bring trouble to the sect.

"What a pity. It would have been better if we were from the same sect and had arranged the arrangements in advance. We used formations to trap him and then cooperated with each other. Otherwise, it would have caused more chaos."

"That makes sense."

"If you ask me, this Taoist Tu's secret skills are just ordinary. He just relies on his cultivation and martial arts. It's hard to win outside the ring."

"Forget it, it's an arena battle after all, let him win."

"Array?"

True Lord Jin Ao has a strange look on his face. When it comes to formations, you haven't seen his methods yet.

On that day, Tushanjun almost left him in the formation in the middle stage of his Nascent Soul.

Want to use formations to deal with others?

In the blink of an eye, Tu Shanjun was fighting with Ao Zhan.

The body of the Jiaolong tribe is indeed strong, and Ao Zhan's martial arts are also extremely superb. He can block Tushanjun's hundreds of moves without losing, and he becomes more and more courageous the more he fights.

It's a pity that his physical strength, which usually allows him to fight without slacking off, has problems at this time.

"Have you indulged too much recently?"

Ao Zhan was thrown off the ring with such questions. At this point, he also knew that the Taiyi Sect was in a strong position and could not stop it, so he simply put away his will to fight.

…

"Friend Tu, am I beautiful?"

For some reason, the figure of Zhenjun Yinshao floated to the side of Tushanjun, who was nearly five meters tall. He blew a stream of hot air into Tushanjun's ear and restlessly placed his hands on his shoulders.

"beautiful."

"but……"

"But what?"

"However, my surname is Tushan, and my single name is Jun."

At the same time as the words fell, a sandbag-sized fist also fell on Zhenjun Yinshao's face.

One punch will reveal a panda eye.

The beating caused Zhenjun Yinsha's nose to bleed.

"hiss!"

There were bursts of wailing from the Shangwanya seat outside the ring.

He scolded Tushanjun for not knowing how to show mercy to women.

With the emotion-bending technique pressing down on his body, and the old ape in a dark golden cassock sitting in the sea of ​​consciousness, Tushanjun's eyes were clear and there was no trace of turbidity.

He could even use the Love-bending Technique to control the charm of True Lord Yinshao, but he had no such interest. Bangbang knocked True Lord Yinshao off the ring with two more punches.

Tu Shanjun stood in the center of the ring and accepted the cheers from the Xingluo monks.

Mr. Su, another member of the Jiaolong clan who controlled the rhythm, looked at the first two rooms.

Kunyun and Tianpeng didn't show any pretense, they held their hands in congratulations with smiles.

"Welcome Taiyi Sect to join Xingluo Sea, and welcome these two fellow Taoists to become part of Xingluo Sea, from now on..." Another long speech, and congratulations to Taiyi Sect.

After Tushanjun left the ring.

The old man of the Jiaolong Clan continued: The first major event has been successfully completed, let’s start the second major event, the Centenary Sect Meeting, to divide the keys to the Yuanyang Territory, and other resources... "

…

Tu Shanjun returned to the wing and was meeting his comrades who were approaching.

After dealing with those people, he leaned back on the seat next to him tiredly and said jokingly: "Senior Brother, you won't want me to give you the key to the Yuanyang Territory, right?"

Taiyi Zhenjun shook his head and said: "Each family will send ten disciples to participate in the competition, and they will be divided according to their rankings. This will also happen in some disputed resource areas."

After saying that, Taiyi Zhenjun's eyes and Tushanjun's eyes both fell on Qian Fei.

Qian Fei realized later, pointed at himself and said in surprise: "Me?"

"No, no, no, I can't do it, Master. If I go up, won't I bring shame to our Taiyi Sect?"

"Just go up and have fun. We don't blame you for good or bad."

Tu Shanjun groaned and waved his sleeves to let the demon roll out. He looked left and right and said to Zhenjun Taiyi: "Senior Brother, if I let the demon go to fight, it shouldn't be a violation of the rules, right?"

"this……"

True Lord Taiyi looked at the demon kneeling on the ground and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Dong dong."

A knock on the door made the lost Taiyi Zhenjun turn around.

"Fellow!"