Chapter 660 Forced
at this time.
Even if he is the supreme true king, he will inevitably be affected.
A smile appeared on Zhenjun Zhuikong's lips. In the face of such innate magical powers, he was completely able to hit him with one blow.
At that time, the head of the supreme true king who is overwhelming everyone will explode like a watermelon. This is undoubtedly an exciting thing, because killing a strong person always makes the blood boil.
Although this strong man has been shrouded in the true meaning of the Miaohe Peak Great True Lord, trapped in the drowning river of the Beast King and the Tiger Snake, the beast tendons prevent him from vacating.
"die!"
The spiritual treasure shaped like a long umbrella is about to hit Tushanjun's head.
However, what horrified Zhuikong Dazhenjun was that the green-faced old demon, who clearly shouldn't have acted, rolled his eyes and freed up a hand.
make a fist.
Hold on tight!
"not good."
Zhuikong Zhenjun was so horrified that he didn't care to continue taking action. Even the body-protecting Qi that had been hidden for a long time spontaneously activated, obviously sensing a serious crisis.
"Bang!"
Zhuikong Zhenjun's body suddenly flew upside down,
"Do you think I will suffer a second loss?"
…
"impossible!"
"That's the Void Crane!"
"The Void Crane.
"So what if he's better than me?" Tu Shanjun murmured softly, a look flashing in his eyes.
Over the years, this magic method is no longer what it used to be. As Tu Shanjun's cultivation has advanced, it has undergone transformation, and just like Tu Shanjun's cultivation method, it has become more suitable for him.
He silently raised the soul banner: "Enter my formation, cut off the five senses and six consciousnesses, cut off the brilliance of the golden elixir, destroy the soul of the Yuanying, destroy the breath of the living person... The body is corroded by the evil spirits."
"Make me wind, fire and thunder!"
Bone-gnawing wind.
Burning heart fire.
Yin Xu Lei.
The soul flags swayed and turned, and the color of the world changed.
The majestic heavy fog submerged the entire Dazhong City, and the thin wind was like cotton needles, more like the whimpering cries of evil spirits. When heard in human ears, flesh and blood, bones, and internal organs, the more... Struggle, the sinister wind penetrates deeper and deeper, becoming more poisonous than a poisonous snake.
The nameless Dantian fire glowed in the sea of mana, and the raging flames rose from the heart, burning a hole in the person from the inside out. Not to mention the most sinister thunder, which is said to be more like water, and said to be water, but also like light. In short, it has no specific shape and does not look like a specific thing.
Taking one step forward, the sticky Yin Lei was like waves.
It's like the soldiers and horses accompanying him surrounded the green-faced old demon.
His pace is not fast, but his body moves at an alarmingly fast speed. He was still in the distant mountains a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye he is already walking on the clouds. He does not look like a devil who is eager for quick success, but more like a calm and leisurely immortal. Under the billowing clouds and mist, he appeared in front of the burly Beast King.
Condescending!
The scarlet aura in the corner of the old devil's eyes was like the trajectory of a comet.
But that's clearly not the case.
That's Gang Qi.
"Old boy!"
The Beast King did not dare to wait, and his aura blended with that of the tiger and snake beneath him.
The tiger snake opened its bloody mouth, its fangs sucked out the shadow, but in an instant it turned into a huge alien beast of more than ten feet. Such a bloody mouth is enough to crush everything in front of it, not to mention it looks like an ant. Similar to Tushanjun.
Tushanjun glanced at the strange beast indifferently, raised his hand and waved out a large black mist.
The strange beast, who was about to take his mouth, suddenly found that his body was being pulled. If he looked carefully, he saw that there was no black mist but black and red silk threads, embedded in the flesh and blood like nails, and tied into straight threads. Lock the alien beast in place.
"Hit me."
When the Beast King jumped into the air, the golden melon spirit treasure in his hand turned into a long handle.
Driven by the magic power, it was like a meteor falling, and the pressure it contained was like a nine-layered mountain falling from the sky.
The power from the pinnacle Great True Monarch was fully displayed at this moment.
With this blow, the Nine Heavens Immortal Mountain fell, and the vast pressure was completely concentrated on Tushanjun. However, what the Beast King did not expect was that under such an attack and locked by his spiritual consciousness, the black-robed old demon was still strolling around.
Shaking the Nine Level Immortal Mountain, he regarded the overwhelming force as if it were nothing, and could not even let his footsteps hesitate in the slightest.
The Beast King couldn't help but have a thought pop up in his mind: 'Is this person really the cultivation level of the Peak Great True Monarch? It's not some old monster pretending to be in such a state to make them happy. ’
Bang! ! !
Pushing back the hammer-like soul flag, a huge collision exploded in the sky, and the huge air wave blew the Beast King away. The protective aura was torn apart like a piece of steel by bladed scissors, and the powerful aura poured in, creating endless ripples. The shocked Beast King couldn't steady his body, and the pain in his palms couldn't be ignored.
When he looked down, he saw that his palms were already bloody.
"not good!"
Miaohe Dazhenjun's expression changed dramatically.
He has already discovered that he alone is no match for this demon. Even if he joins forces with the Beast King, he will be at a disadvantage unless all Nascent Soul monks are gathered to form a battle formation.
It's interesting to say that in the past, low-level monks had always formed a formation to deal with high-level monks, but now Miaohe felt that he was unable to defeat this person and needed to form a formation.
"The love thread of the great road leads to disaster!"
"Sincere love!"
"Do you think you are the only one who can use emotions?" Tu Shanjun snorted and turned his hand seals, and the emotion-bending technique was immediately integrated into the killing formation of the Ghost King from all directions.
The sudden change made Miaohe take two steps back. He found that his body, not just his body, but all the monks in the formation were covered with strange black and red rotten words.
Decline, death, defeat, exhaustion, death, evil, underworld, disease, curse,...
On the mirage-like ancient building in the distance, soul flags lit up with words.
Nearby, the Zhang Xu Zun Soul Flag in Tu Shanjun's hand has turned into the size of a 'command flag'. His movements are very slow, like a master dancing with a sword, but this weird dance step is obviously not something that guests can enjoy. The sword dance is more like a funeral ghost show.
This is also true.
Xingjin Da Zhenjun felt that his movements were getting slower and slower. His eyelids were very heavy. He really wanted to fall asleep. It was best to just find a place to fall asleep.
A raging fire has been ignited in Dantian Fahai, and the thick smoke generated by the flames has covered his surging mana sea like mist, and the originally golden Dantian also seems to be covered with a layer of dust. Also cast a shadow was the imprisoned Nascent Soul.
Tu Shanjun was not talking about boasting about Haikou.
Each of them looked like an old man on the verge of death. Their robes were dirty, and their originally pure bodies were stained with stains. However, they were sweating profusely after moving a few times, and their bodies emitted a faint stench. If his magic power hadn't been able to sustain him, he would have turned into a puddle of pus and blood before long.
At this time, I can only rely on my magic power and spiritual treasures to protect my body.
But, can it really be protected?
Forget about the terrifying formation, they still have to face that person.
Xing Jin looked at the man 'dancing the sword' on the ancient building, and then at the comrades beside him.
The great elder was hugging Yuan Shouyi, his body-protecting aura flickering slightly. The blood from the tiger's mouth, the senior beast king of the Beast Control Sect, turned into two lines. The wound at the tiger's mouth was deep enough to see the bone, and the cross-section of the torn flesh and blood could be seen clearly.
As for Zhenjun Zhuikong who still doesn’t know life or death. The body-protecting aura was crushed by that man's bare hands, that is, the Lingbao protected the body, otherwise it would be no different from Linzhao, and the old demon with a black robe and a green face would also forcefully cut a big hole in his body. , even the internal organs are clearly visible.
"Junior brother, fight quickly."
The sound transmission fell into Tushanjun's ears, and Tushanjun's lowered eyes suddenly raised.
His performance was indeed smooth, but Taiyi suffered a lot. The five elements spirit gathering array was not that easy to bear. In addition, he had to take pills to restore his mana. It not only tested the speed of refining, but also the physical strength, endurance, and strength. A test of willpower.
Taiyi felt like his Dantian was like a sponge.
He sucked in the spiritual energy and squeezed it tightly, squeezing out all the mana. Repeatedly, even an iron-clad monk couldn't bear it.
"It's over." Tu Shanjun, who was holding a banner, walked up to the Great True Monarch Miaohe and looked at the Great True Monarch Miaohe holding Yuan Shouyi to guard the spirit treasure. Tu Shanjun rolled up the soul flag in his hand and turned it into a A short-handled 'machine', the evil skeleton on the top of the hammer showed a scary smile.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Miao He Da Zhenjun opened his mouth and spat out a dark orb: "Obscuring God Bead."
The orb appeared between Miaohe's eyebrows and blended into it. Miaohe's aura rose again, and the various negative conditions originally suppressed by the formation also quickly faded away, just like a stone clay sculpture pushing away the marl on its body.
Tushanjun opened his palm, and black and red threads flew out. A huge tall gate appeared in the sky, falling like a shooting star.
Boom.
The huge shrine fell behind Miaohe Dazhenjun.
Inside the huge high door that looks like a shrine, there are layers of shrines like matryoshka dolls.
It is shameful to say that Tu Shanjun rarely gives a name to his magic. Either he feels that it is not necessary, or he feels that the magic is not perfect yet, so why bother to name it so early? Even if he does not give a name, he should use the magic. They are not used in the same way, so there seems to be no name except for the legal domain and the true meaning.
Bada.
The iron boots landed on the cold Yin Lei, making a crisp sound. Tu Shanjun walked up to the Great True Monarch Miaohe, raised the 'nail hammer' soul flag in his hand, and chopped it down without any hesitation.
"boom!"
The arm turned into powder the moment it separated from the body.
Blood gushes out from the hideous wound.
But it was not the Great True Lord Miaohe, but another Great True Lord Nascent Soul from the Hehuan Sect. He stood in front of Miaohe without hesitation. The man's face was somewhat delicate, and he showed a pale smile. He stared at Tushanjun holding the spiritual treasure, and without looking back, he squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Senior Brother."
"Walk!"
"Let's go? Where are we going?" Tu Shanjun kicked away the Dazhenjun who was standing in front of him. With one kick, the Dazhenjun's chest collapsed, and blood gushed out like a spring on his clothes.
He continued to step forward indifferently, but at this time, the Great True Lord Xingjin stood in front of him again and shouted: "Great Elder, let's go!"
Tu Shanjun had no expression on his face and did not stop. He punched Xing Jin away and dragged him to the ground. Then he walked up to Miao He and said calmly: "As long as the Hehuan Sect surrenders, I won't kill you!"
Miaohe spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, his eyes seemed to be spitting out flames, and roared: "You're dreaming!"
Tu Shanjun picked up the Great True Monarch Xingjin by his head and raised the 'hammer' soul flag with his right hand. With a hammer fall, the soul flag penetrated the chest of the Great True Monarch Xingjin.
The later great monks were equally vulnerable in his hands.
The splashing hot blood fell on Tushanjun's face, making his green face look even more terrifying, but his voice was still hoarse and calm: "Surrender, or not?!"
Miaohe Dazhenjun stared blankly, unconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the warmth spread in his hands. His lips trembled, but he could not squeeze out a single word: "I..."
"you……"
"To surrender or not to surrender?"
With a green face and fangs, crimson hair, that obviously crazy but almost indifferent grimace was right in front of him, and the scarlet eyes looked down, staring into his eyes.
The hoarse voice sounded like the roar of an evil spirit and like a demonic sound, echoing in the ears of Miaohe Dazhenjun.
Miaohe stretched his hand forward, wanting to take the seriously injured Junior Brother Xingjin from the hands of the green-faced old demon, only to realize that he had no room to continue to resist: "I..."
"I……"
"I surrender." Miao He Da Zhenjun said these three words and collapsed on the ground like a deflated rubber ball, as if all his energy and energy had been drained out.
"I surrender!"
Repeatedly, almost yelling.