Chapter 659 Siege
Miaohe sneered in response.
The Beast King held his shoulders and stood on top of the tiger and snake. His serious expression was filled with a bit of surprise and a sense of righteousness and arrogance. He glanced at the laughing black-robed old devil and said, "You can laugh as much as you like. It can't change your devilish nature. No matter how slanderous you are, it can't shake my heart in the slightest."
Tushanjun, who clapped his legs and straightened his back, couldn't help but smile, pointed at the Beast King, and then put his finger down.
In fact, he already knew that it would be useless to talk so much.
All words are so pale.
Should I defend myself?
Actually it should.
There is no such thing as the pure and the turbid. As long as you don't refute, it will be made an ironclad case and it will be regarded as acknowledging what you have done.
But Tushanjun doesn't like to argue, and he doesn't even like to say anything. He prefers to respect fate.
Of course, if he encountered a demonic cultivator who was inhumane, he wouldn't mind taking care of it.
It’s not about doing good or killing demons.
In fact, there is no particularly legitimate reason. The only reason that counts is rather private, probably to vent anger. He was angry at his fate, so he was angry with all the demon cultivators.
"We, the Beast Controlling Sect, regard spirit beasts as brothers and family members with a common destiny. It is not an exaggeration to call each other Taoist friends. How can you, a devil who excites the soul and refines the soul, and is ruthless and unfeeling, understand!" the Beast King said loudly! He stood, looking at the tiger snake at his feet, and then at the army of spirit beast armor on the battlefield.
"The so-called slavery is even more nonsense."
What faced him was a pair of deep yet crimson-like eyes. Those eyes were exceptionally indifferent, and there was no emotional fluctuation. It was as if the owner of the eyes didn't care whether he refuted or could make sense. It was this attitude that made the anger in the Beast King's heart like sparks that set off a prairie fire.
Then he shouted angrily: "What else can you say, you devil!"
"Fellow Taoist Beast King, we have nothing to say to the devil. We cannot fall for the devil's ways."
Miaohe Dazhenjun stopped the Beast King from continuing. They could not fall in love with the devil, otherwise they would fall into a self-evident trap.
Historically, lawsuits have been about whoever is suspicious and who provides evidence, and they cannot be allowed to prove that they are not the devil. This is simply an unsolvable matter, because no one is perfect.
While you were talking, the Yuanying monk from the Hehuan Sect had already walked to Miaohe's side.
Anyone who is less than the Great True Lord did not participate in this round-up.
Similarly, a great true king of the Beast Control Sect also appeared beside the Beast King on the clouds, but his companion beast did not appear. It was obviously a spiritual beast with high concealment ability. And he regarded it as a weapon on the battlefield and did not display it openly.
Tu Shanjun looked at the monk opposite him from a distance.
Three supreme true kings.
Three Nascent Soul Great True Lords.
There are six people in total.
Under the dark fog, Tushanjun stretched his muscles.
Since he didn't like nonsense, why bother talking to the monks of Hehuan Sect and Beast Control Sect? He didn't mean to spoil their mood with a few words, nor did he want to ridicule the two sects. He just wanted to buy time for himself to recover from his injuries. This is boundless. He must absorb more of the evil spirit.
"I'm sorry you can't say anything wise, so let's use the simplest method to decide the outcome!"
"There is no need to talk about morality with the devil."
"kill!"
The six monks who were the weakest and also the Great True Lord surrounded Tushan Lord. The body-protecting aura emitted a different light. Each one's aura was overwhelming to the other party. With such strength, it was necessary to open it by oneself. Zongli Sect can gradually become the largest sect in Xingluo Sea.
They undoubtedly represent Xingluo's top combat power.
Fortunately, the Great True Monarch was the first to take action.
The seal is formed as fast as a flying giant passing through the gap, forming a seal of Nian Zun calling for magic, and the aura and magic power around the body are steaming.
A baby's head appeared behind Xing Jin. Under the urging of the magic, the baby's head turned into more than ten feet. Most of the body was still in the magic circle and did not climb out. It just gathered two fleshy heads. Put your little hand on your mouth.
Make a sound like shouting.
Then, terrifying fluctuations gathered in front of the baby's open mouth.
"The Heavenly Ghost Shocking Killing Technique!"
The spell lines on the body flicker and flow.
"disease."
An obscure beam of light burst out.
The target was clearly the green-faced old devil in black robe who was surrounded in the center.
Once such a powerful spell was cast, the atmosphere of heaven and earth seemed to collapse into a moment. At that moment, it condensed into a sword and turned into light and slashed out. The sky was suddenly divided into two halves, and even the steaming black gloomy water-like mist in front of it was torn apart. , swept to both sides.
This move is astonishingly fast, and with the strength and magic of his Great True Lord, even the peak Great True Lord may not be able to take it head-on. Even if this person's strength is extraordinary, he can still use the Heavenly Ghost Shocking Killing Technique. A group of fellow Taoists create opportunities.
Just as he thought, the green-faced old demon refused to dodge, and he didn't even hold up the body-protecting aura.
Looking back, I saw the beam of light shining in those scarlet eyes.
Before the Supreme Lord Xingjin could be happy, he saw that the impacting beam of light seemed to have encountered some obstacle, and turned into starlight in mid-air and was dispersed by the mist. The mist pushed away by the magic was like a tide. When a wave came over, there was no huge sound or exciting scene. His spell disappeared, and even the huge baby shadow and magic circle disappeared with it.
"It's the wind!"
"wind?"
Xingjin Da Zhenjun raised his head in surprise and felt the breeze blowing on his face.
He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and he didn't dare to stand up in front of the Supreme True Lord, who even a great elder found difficult. The body-protecting aura was like a cyan light mask, wrapping his body tightly, without any mistakes or omissions. .
However, this wind was like a maggot attached to his bones, and it had eaten away holes in his protective mask just by touching him, and it might not take long for the wind's breath to pierce through it.
Xing Jin took half a step back.
Inexplicable horror.
Such quiet means are indeed unexpected.
No wonder Linzhao was so seriously injured that he was even sent directly back to the sect to recuperate.
One can see the whole thing at a glance, and to be able to defeat his spell so easily, his strength is simply unfathomable. For such a monk, ordinary means are no longer useful to him.
It made Xing Jin feel great pressure, and he couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart.
The Beast King roared: "Change the world!"
The tiger snake under the seat opened its mouth and spit out the majestic thick fog, which turned into a drowning river in mid-air, like a spreading river, a wanton flood. It only took a moment to transform this world into what was most beneficial to him. His consciousness spread like a spider web, grabbing the world he had already controlled in his hands.
"Change the world."
Miaohe did not watch, and also used magic to temporarily change the world.
The true meaning and magical power linger around him, and the aura of spiritual intelligence has merged with the heaven and earth. The pressure of being the pinnacle true king shines on the earth like the bright moon in the sky. However, after the full light bloomed, it was suppressed by something unknown.
Miaohe looked at Tushanjun with a gloomy expression.
Tu Shanjun curled his lips and raised his hand. A Yuanying Yin spirit in the distance picked up the soul banner, and the soul banner wrote:
‘Absolutely. ’
Each of the ten soul flags of the Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions represents a great supernatural power.
These ten soul flags are not a progressive relationship, but a cyclical and equal relationship. Only when combined together is the complete Ten Directions Ghost King Formation. And the technique of this small flag is ‘Jedi Tiantong’.
The monks within the formation cannot use their magic power to saturate the world. The world within the formation seems to have been cut out of the sky and the earth, turning into a ghostly ghost with no leverage or support at all. No matter how much magic power there is, there is no heaven and earth to borrow, how can it exert the power of changing the world.
"No, I can't sense it in his formation..."
"Fellow Taoist is right, we made a miscalculation!"
"Did he trick us into joining the battle?"
"Don't panic."
"No matter how powerful his formation is, as long as the monk in charge of the formation dies, the formation will collapse without attack! Since you can't use the magical power to change the world, use your true intention!" Miaohe Dazhenjun said calmly, the true meaning of the magical power The inspiration has turned into endless threads, and the invisible threads appear next to Tushanjun again like shackles.
"The true meaning of the beast soul!"
The Beast King roared, and phantom spirits appeared on the drowning river, and milky white beast tendons with blood spots appeared in their hands, like stretched willow branches, hanging on the green-faced and black-robed old man. On the devil. The two of them and one beast seemed to want to recreate the scene of the original serious injury to Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun did not dodge or evade, and allowed the true meaning to come to him. He even let the animal sinews bind his body. But this time, his arms were like spinning wheels. Just by turning his arms, the shadowy shadow standing above the drowning river could no longer hold the beast's tendons, and was even dragged by the old demon and splashed with water. .
"Plop!"
Countless shadows of ghosts stirred up waves.
The Beast King looked back, and immediately waved his hand to disperse a ghost shadow. Instead of the shadow, it grabbed the tense beast tendons. Rainbow-like mana surged. At this moment, it was as if thousands of beast souls were emitted from his body at the same time. roar. Pale golden lines appeared on the body, and the Beast King's body soared to eight feet before stopping.
Bang.
"All beasts return home!"
Countless phantoms of surging Yin spirits turned the long tendons into star trails, like an incoming tide of beasts. They swayed down and appeared in front of Tu Shanjun in the blink of an eye.
It was said to be a Yin spirit attack, but in fact it was a magic attack.
It’s like the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts in the Soul Banner.
Those Yin spirits that look like beast souls are not real, otherwise Lord Tushan could open his bloody mouth and use his soul-swallowing true intention to turn the Yin spirits that come to his door into the materials for the Soul-Respecting Banner.
In fact, let alone these Yin spirits, even the Yin spirits drowning in the river are not real. They have long been digested by tigers and snakes and become part of the true meaning.
The soul flag on his shoulder turned into a large shield under the influence of mana.
Landing with a crash, Tu Shanjun withstood the stormy waves.
The Beast King roared: "This is the moment!"
"Buzz."
One of the six people who besieged Tushanjun disappeared.
He was a monk wearing light-colored robes, with high cheekbones on both sides. The cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Great True Monarch seemed inconspicuous, and he would not attract anyone's attention among the Nascent Soul monks.
That was the Great True Monarch of Nascent Soul, how could he not attract attention, but he was such a person, and would not pay too much attention to him before he took action.
By the time he took action, it was too late.
This is Zhenjun Zhuikong of the Beast Control Sect.
He hadn't seen this person's companion spirit beast until he took action. He finally saw it. The spirit beast was pitifully small, only as big as a palm. It was shaped like a stork. Its wings flapped very slowly, but it was extremely regular. Looking at the crane-shaped spiritual beast in the distance, the monk's movements seemed to be taking half a beat, or entering an indescribable slow motion.
"Void Crane!"
"It is said that this beast can escape into the void and even slow down time when it flaps its wings."