Chapter 795 Ascension to Immortality

Chapter 795 Ascension to Immortality

"disease!"

Magical powers appear during the circulation of spells.

The shadow formed by the black and red blood lines that gathered on the body roared.

The arc of lightning flashed, completely igniting the robes on his body!

The black thunder turned into armor and attached to Tushanjun's Zhangliu body. When the electric light was formed, it tore a vacuum around him. Whether it was spiritual aura or actual coercion, it seemed that the black thunder penetrated the gap to protect the body. The body creates a small world of freedom.

The thunder armor is like surging light particles flowing around the body.

The stream of magical power turned into raging steam when it touched the thunder.

"Thunder Prison You Ming Yi!"

"become."

Xutian Shenyi, who tore half of the abyss open, could only stretch out one arm and could not fully stretch his body.

However, at the same time that the thunder clothes were formed, black thunder also appeared on Xu Tian's mysterious body. In an instant, light and shadow intertwined, thunder and electricity were woven, and the black-purple thunder light flow covered Xu Tian's magical body.

"Roar!"

The terrifying ghosts and gods as tall as a hundred feet high in the illusory city finally tore open the narrow gates of the abyss on all sides.

Come out of it completely.

For a moment, the evil spirit surged up and turned into thick black clouds. The dancing thunder and lightning seemed to be celebrating, and the light curtain under the waterfall sang endlessly.

It's as if the world is cheering, but it's not the clear sky and vast land outside, but this dark cave sky, abyss and blessed land, where thunder and rain are falling, and a long river of blood is formed.

The scarlet candlelight is like a dim light falling on the black river.

The huge miraculous shadow, as tall as a hundred-foot city, stood barefoot and quietly on this long river in the dark cave.

Tu Shanjun tightened his grip on the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

While waving, the infinite soul-swallowing energy burst out from his own body.

Take off the gun and turn it into a fist, and use the fist to turn into a gun.

The stick in his hand has already been mastered by his true intention. What's more, the main stick of the Zunhun Banner was originally a part of Tushanjun's body, and now it doesn't feel unfamiliar at all.

As he used his fists, Xu Tian Shen Yi, who was holding the small world behind him, also moved accordingly.

Unfold the killing frame and hold up the soul-swallowing fist.

Pei Mingru, who was in black robe, looked at the powerful figure who dared to challenge the great elder in shock, and the wisdom of heaven and earth seemed to be gathered into his body.

The terrifying lightning could even annihilate their spells.

Even the pressure of the False God Formation is like a piece of foam being burned to make way for the person in the center.

Looking at the supernatural power behind it, it was even more shocking.

If he read correctly, this virtual god is composed of the flesh and blood of the black gold blood tiger and the green-faced fox. It is not uncommon for ordinary people to have different virtual gods, and even multiple virtual gods.

What makes people feel strange about this person is that different kinds of gods are actually combined together.

It's as if the tiger and fox were originally part of the terrifying figure, and now they are just filled with flesh and blood.

Even though it was filled with flesh and blood, it still seemed incomplete.

However, this is enough.

Looking at that illusory figure seemed to stir up fear in my heart.

There was obviously no ferocious figure, and there was no terrifying scene. There was an indescribable horror in that sacred place, making people dare not look at the illusory figure standing on the blood river in the cave.

Boom.

Ripple flow.

Scarlet candlelight flickered.

The black and red bloody mist split the sky.

Waves appeared in the river condensed by mist, and the roaring and wailing creatures crawled out in twisted shapes, but turned into evil spirits and surged back when the waves hit them. Until the vision in front of them returned to calm, it was still not clear what it was. My own misunderstanding was that some ghost spirit had actually landed just now.

"Who is this?!"

Pei Si's grandfather sent a message to Pei Mingru in surprise.

He came from the dojo only after sensing the pressure of the spirit machine, so he didn't know what happened.

Pei Mingru sighed and said, "Oh, I can't tell for a while."

He couldn't help but think of the situation that day in Tianyang Shenzong, after Pei Wanyou's defeat, he was in control.

Although he felt that Pei should not continue to be persistent, he was not from Sanniang's point of view, but from Pei's point of view.

He hopes that the Pei family will become better and stronger, instead of holding on to a secret like it is now, like picking up a stone, putting it down, and not letting it go.

Unexpectedly, the helper Sanniang found was so powerful.

He should ask Lao San about his history.

I only heard that Pei Wanhong, the third child, went into seclusion to recuperate decades ago and could not be disturbed.

The slightly chubby monk snorted coldly and said: "If he is not one of his own family, he is not good enough. I think this person is not a good person, otherwise he would not be enough to rely on Xu Hongshang."

Immediately he turned his eyes and looked at Pei Mingru and said: "Uncle Clan is so soft-hearted, how can he achieve great things? I don't think Clan Uncle can explain it to the ancestors."

"Things haven't gotten to that point yet."

"No matter how strong this person is, no matter how extraordinary his origins are, he is still no match for the Great Elder."

Another Venerable Pei waved his hand to smooth things over.

But he was also speculating on the origin of Tu Shanjun.

Now, no one will definitely connect Tu Shanjun with Tianyang Shenzong anymore.

This magic power is not possessed by Tianyang Shenzong.

Looking at the origins of the monks, the spiritual aura comes first, followed by magic and magical powers.

In the world of spiritual practice, the different paths are not just words.

Once there is a conflict between the cultivation techniques, it may be seriously injured and the cultivation level will regress, or it may go crazy.

Pei Si's grandfather looked searchingly, looked across the Qingming Blessed Land, looked at where Pei Yezheng was, and asked, "Didn't the clan elder take action?"

"No."

Pei Mingru was also confused.

While everyone was talking, the great elder's sub-sage magical power had been fully displayed, and the terrifying ghost and god whose appearance could not be seen also punched brazenly, and the "mountain" fought against the "mountain".

In an instant, it was like a meteor hitting the earth, setting off a blazing heat wave and terrifying ripples.

Daylight flashed before my eyes.

It's like the weight of Mount Tai, annihilating everything.

The ghosts and gods of Baizhang took action in anger, with majestic momentum and unparalleled magical fists.

Like a bright moon rising into the sky, like a scorching sun.

The terrifying mixture of spiritual intelligence exploded together, like two blazing meteor iron ingots, quenching at the same time, and the burst of air waves even swept away hundreds of miles around.

The flowers, birds, fish and insects turned into dust, and the flying sand and stones turned into powder, leaving only the bare and open-chested earth with endless heat, and the sky covered with clouds and mist.

The illusory sun and moon fell into the deep sea of ​​​​the blood river, and the entire small world of the netherworld quickly collapsed.

After ten seconds of stalemate, the giant ghosts and gods resisted tenaciously, and then their bodies collapsed like a mountain, roaring and splashing into waves.

No matter how unwilling he is, he is still no match for Ya Sheng's magical power.

That is already a method similar to that of a saint. Even if it cannot exert its full strength, it still has at least 60% to 70% power.

Tu Shanjun's six-foot-long figure seemed to be burning under the overthrow of Yasheng's 'mountain'. The fire and thunder collided, tearing and burning his flesh and blood until nothing was left.

A few moments.

Heaven and earth are both clear.

There was silence for miles.

Pei Mingru sighed softly: "What a pity, Daozi's seedling."

"I don't see it as a pity."

"It will be a pity for us if he becomes a Taoist master in the future." Monk Yuan Gun said, holding his shoulders.

Pei would be happy to see this genius suppressed here.

Pei Si's grandfather didn't say anything.

He just looked at the great elder walking through the sky in the distance.

The Great Elder, Pei Wanming.

It's unimaginably powerful.

Maybe the Great Elder has approached that realm and left them all behind.

Overall the results are good.

The monks who broke into the Pei family have been suppressed and killed.

They don't have to be so nervous anymore.

…

"Is he...dead?"

Pei Ye, who was in the blessed land, was asking softly.

He didn't know who he should ask.

However, he was still a little disappointed after all.

It was a strange feeling, as if he clearly wanted the clan elder to win, but didn't want that person to lose. However, that person still lost in the end.

No one in the same realm can defeat the Great Elder.

Pei Yezheng didn't know whether the candidate Taoist disciple and the eldest brother of his generation who was cultivating in the sect could do it.

After all, that person is also the genius of the Pei family, so it is impossible for him to take action against the clan.

"well."

Many monks in the Qingming Blessed Land sighed in unison.

Most of them can't see clearly the fighting skills of the top sages, but it might as well hinder them from sighing for a passing strong man.

"finished?"

"not yet."

"The protector of the Tao died, but Xu Hongshang is still alive."

"Will she die or go to jail?"

"Who knows? It depends on what the elders want..."

"I think this matter is still Pei Xiran's fault."

"You can't be parents if you don't want to..."

"Shhh."

"It doesn't matter who is right or wrong now."

"Everyone is dead, what is there to say."

"It's a pity that we lost a clan elder and saw a proud lord fall."

…

Xu Sanniang, wearing the Zunhun banner, looked into the distance, which was a broken sky.

Under the sky, there is a river of blood condensed.

On the river, stood a skeleton body holding a long-handled hammer that had not fallen. The flames around the skeleton body gradually extinguished, leaving only embers.

With both hands, the index fingers are placed together, the ring finger and the little finger are entangled, and the hands are rotated to form the tower seal.

"Raise the flags!"

The green flag flew out from behind.

In an instant, it had landed on the hammer.

The hammer demon grabbed the banner.

Take a breath.

call!

Surrounded by black and red mist, the dead skeleton seemed to have gone back in time. Countless ashes clung to the body, connecting flesh and bones, connecting meridians and blood vessels. The dead bones gradually came to life, with the appearance of fangs, chins, and noses. , and Chongming with a pair of black and red blood pupils.

Tushanjun stretched his body.

Breathing out thousands of undead spirits, he suddenly threw the soul-honoring flag in his hand into the sky.

Zhangliu's body returned to more than seven feet tall, and his aura of coercion was rapidly fading. However, he cast the spell again without any intention.

Tushanjun chuckled.

Nian Jue said: "The killing formation of the ghost kings of the ten directions."

"Array up!"

A large suit is draped around the body, and ten small flags emerge from behind.

Millions of ghost soldiers are crowding around, and thousands of rampant generals are accompanying them.

The sky seemed to be suddenly divided into jade towers and clouds, and among the clouds, like the yin gods of heavenly soldiers and generals, twisting spells, or holding weapons, they controlled the entire formation, solemnly and solemnly. There was a murderous atmosphere in the formation, guarding the king holding orders.

Tushanjun, who had returned to the middle stage of spiritual transformation, opened his mouth and spat out a blood jade gourd.

The gourd roared and turned into a tall man, who was hung on his back.

"Three thousand pieces of gold medal, behead my immortal coffin."

"Ascend to heaven's will through feathers, cultivate the Tao and the demonic body!"

"Tao and demon are one."

"Shengxian!"

"start."

Mana flowed through unimaginable complex meridians, white light intertwined with black and red evil spirits, and was formed into a sword light, which was put into the huge blood jade gourd behind him.

Tushanjun took a deep breath, and steam formed by interweaving silvery white and black red swirled at the corners of his mouth where the fangs came out.

Take one step.

All ghosts are watching.

He said quietly: "I never thought that one day, I would completely expose all my combat power!"

"Even the origin of my sect."

As he spoke, he looked with far-reaching eyes at the great elder who was enveloped by the formation, as well as the elders of the Pei clan who were still around.

Tu Shanjun always thought that he could always win by relying on the magical power of Yuan Shengming Demon.

Obviously, as a man who accidentally acquired supernatural powers, even if he could use those magic powers and study them thoroughly enough to be able to evolve them, he was still not considered to be the descendant of the Yuan Shengming Demon.

And he is not Yehu Zen.

"Taiyi Shengxian Sect."

late.