Chapter 815 Win or Lose

Kunpeng flapped its wings, and day and night began to alternate between breathing.

The boundless sea blocks the sun and the sky.

The method of reversing heaven and earth instantly imprisoned the spirit and turned it into an invisible chain, locking the powerful god who stepped out of the abyss into the void.

The intertwined spiritual network turned into a muddy swamp and cold pool, and once you fell into it, you could never get up again.

Venerable Chuiyun, wearing armor and walking in the air, stood on top of Kunpeng's head, tilting one finger of the Tianpeng sword in his hand.

"kill!"

Suddenly, endless pressure hit.

The abundant inspiration from Kunpeng gathered into an illusory sky-cutting sword.

Looking from a distance, it seems that it is not a knife, but a beam of light.

The aurora divides yin and yang into dusk.

Spreading towards that mysterious neck.

This bunch.

One chop.

The coordination is so exquisite.

Even if it were replaced by a late-stage venerable, even if it could only resist hard resistance.

Coming from a peak venerable, he has been enlightened in this realm for hundreds of years. How can a monk who has touched the edge of a saint be able to resist an ordinary monk.

After the sword was struck, the color of the world changed instinctively. Maybe it was reflected by the light, or maybe it was because the magic was powerful enough to affect the world.

No one can tell the difference, and no one cares.

Both sides on the battlefield only care about their opponents, and now the remnants of the Kunpeng Sect only care about whether their ancestor can win.

When this knife was cut out.

Many Nascent Soul Lords let out a breath of turbidity.

In their opinion, no one can resist this sword.

Not even the later sages, let alone that person.

Now that person may have left them far behind.

He was only the Great True King at his peak back then.

Two hundred years have passed. It was a fluke to have crossed the realm of the Venerable. How could they hope to win against their ancestor who had already recovered from all his injuries?

"He's really strong."

The old man with a gray beard sighed.

As a former elder of the Kunyun Sect, although he had not met this man many times, he had heard his stories.

"It would be better to say that his progress is too fast."

"It's only been so many years."

"What kind of cultivation was he when he came?"

"I remember it was the early stage of Nascent Soul."

"Nascent Soul...initial stage?!"

Everyone who had been a little relaxed at first was in awe.

There was no joy or sadness on Li Tianshui's face.

Didn't agree with everyone.

Maybe they were nervous, so they wanted to talk a little to ease the situation in their hearts, but they didn't know that the person was not that simple at all.

Since the ancestor is already prepared to win or lose, it means that this person's strength is not judged purely by his cultivation.

Moreover, this person may not be a human being.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what everyone in the Kunpeng Sect was thinking.

After seeing the slashed Aurora Heavenly Sword, the seal in his hand changed accordingly.

execration:

"Lefa Heaven and Earth."

"Show me my prison clothes!"

boom!

Purple-black electric arcs intertwined into an invisible armor of light that burned blazingly from the body of the hundred-foot-long miraculous. Everything close to the miraculous, whether spiritual or aura, was turned into disappearing dust by the lunar thunder.

Even the invisible chains and the cage made by inspiration were burned into a huge cave.

It was as if what stood there was not a miracle at all, but the purest thunder.

This is also nature, a pure natural change between heaven and earth, just like the alternation of day and night. However, unlike the peaceful alternation of day and night, the thunder is the most violent, which makes people fearful.

laugh.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The steam burns into mist, confronting the boundless sea in the sky. The long and huge river of mist converges into an endless expanse of glass. Under the miraculous step of the prison-clothed man, circles of black and red smoke are stirred up, like The waves look like formed black and red lotus terraces.

"Lift."

Those hundred-foot-long miraculous eyes flashed with light, like the flames of a furnace being lit.

Green face, fangs, and red hair.

The mouth is like a pool of blood, and the teeth are like door leaves.

Roaring to the sky.

Thousands of inspirations burst out and converged into rays of light.

Take up the boxing frame

Like the bowstring of the full moon, the bow is bent and the arrow is ready.

At this moment, the sea above and the heavy fog below were completely split by this fist.

The terrifying fist power gathered into a demonic skeleton, opening its mouth of a pool of blood, as if it wanted to swallow the entire world while waving its fists.

"Swallow the soul!"

The sharp whistling sound was like drawing a sword.

The method of cutting the sky is like a sword.

The collision between swords and knives exploded between blue and black.

The sudden light was like the explosion of the soul, turning the eyes into a snowy white, and I was confused and at a loss. It was even more like I had forgotten why I was here.

Immediately afterwards, the concussive ripples instantly crushed the body-protecting Qi he had supported.

Buzz!

Clarity.

clear.

The sun is high in the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds and sky above had already evaporated into raging mist, scattering in all directions.

As the sky clears, Kunpeng hidden in the sea finally emerges, but Kunpeng has long lost its original magic, and is as languid as a giant beast stranded on the shore, panting heavily.

Lord Chuiyun, who stood at the head of Kunpeng, took two steps back.

His hands were shaking.

A trace of blood dripped down, and he finally let him hold the Tianpeng knife in his hand tightly.

On the other hand, the red-haired monk looked calm, and the aura around him was complemented by the Baizhang miraculous power behind him. Not only was he not sluggish, but he was even more energetic.

Clear sky and bright sun,

The fierce ghost moves forward.

Take one step with a bang.

The mist beneath my feet blossomed into black and red lotus flowers.

"Recite the mantra and lotuses will grow on your feet. During the day, ghosts and gods appear to be approaching."

Venerable Chuiyun looked startled.

He didn't expect that the Zunhun Banner would grow so fast, and its combat power would be extremely powerful.

It is obvious that his aura is only in the middle stage of becoming a god, but his combat power is already comparable to that of a peak venerable like him. Looking at his conduct, he is afraid that he has also blazed his own path on the path to immortality.

The more this happened, the more regretful the Venerable Chuiyun felt in his heart.

If he hadn't been worried about Taiyi and the Zunhun Banner in the Ghost Sea that day, he would have taken action to obtain the Soul Banner.

Where can we be in such a situation now?

Ah.

Chuiyun wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He is also more and more glad for the decision he has made now. If he continues to wait, he will not know how terrifying this thing will grow to when they meet again.

Maybe this is his last chance,

Of course he won't let it go.

"fine."

"At least your cultivation is not as good as mine, and you also have the most fatal weakness..."

Lord Chuiyun looked at the shadow behind Tushanjun.

It looked like a woman, but for some unknown reason, the phantom did not look like a living person, it seemed to be just an illusion with the same source of mana.

"With how much mana you consume, who can help you keep taking action?"

"As long as I use up the shadow behind me, I will still be the victor in the end."

Chuiyun Nian Jue was cast, and the magic power surged out.

Blooming with thousands of glorious lights.

Now that he has made up his mind, Chuiyun will certainly not be stingy with his mana consumption.

As long as it drags on until the Sovereign Soul Banner has no magic power to support it, even the most powerful man will have to bow his head. At that time, it was naturally time for him, a human being, to put everything in order.

"bring it on."

"Carefree and escape into nature!"

"Want to compete in endurance?"

Tu Shanjun looked at Venerable Chuiyun at the far exit.

The other party's words fell into his ears easily, as if they were meant to be spoken to him.

Chuiyun said this just to provoke him to take action.

If he was concerned about his own magic power and chose to flee far away, even Chuiyun might not be able to catch up.

Even if he could catch up, it would still be a fierce battle, and there might even be variables that he couldn't control. It would be better to drag it out here until the end.

"The Ghost King is alive!"

The powerful ghosts and gods hundreds of feet behind him picked up Tushanjun and instantly merged into the supernatural being behind him.

The mysterious body that was not clear at first was filled with arcs of light.

The clear sky and earth are turned upside down, and the mist sinks and drops of water condense into the river.

Above the river of blood.

In the netherworld.

The body of the phantom ghost seemed to disappear in an instant.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The two of them shouted and fought together.

The phantoms of ghosts and gods affected the entire small world and punched brazenly.

This punch was delivered like a mountain coming.

"This is?"

Venerable Chuiyun immediately widened his eyes.

He couldn't believe that the main soul in front of him had actually touched the edge of a saint. Even though the mountains were just similar in shape and had a little charm, there was no need to question it, they were the same thing.

It is the road from the venerable to the saint.

"Mountain!"

"Why is it called a mountain?"

"Because the first small realm of the Five Saint Realms is called the Mountain Realm."

"The Saint of the Mountains."

Chuiyun whispered softly.

At this point, he must go all out and not think about defense, because that punch is too powerful, and if he is not careful, he will die from this punch.

Faced with such magical powers, pure defense is of no use, and there is no way to be sure that you can defend it.

"Before the enemy comes first!"

"Kunpeng defies the sky and kills the sky."

Venerable Chuiyun threw the Tianpeng Sword in his hand into the sky.

The long knife merged into Kunpeng, and his body also sank into it.

The sluggish Kunpeng Shenyi once again showed his heroic spirit, igniting the sky and the earth.

"Destroy!"

Baizhang ghosts and gods roared.

boom.

Boom boom boom!

The two great gods fell like the sun and the moon.

The oscillating ripples completely swept away the entire upper and lower sides.

Even the Kunpeng Sect's mountain gate has mostly disappeared, leaving only a few corners.

It seems to be the collision of water and thunder, but in fact, Tushanjun's movement is also made of water.

Taiyin refining is originally Xuan Shui, and Shui Zang Lei is not the real thunder.

If Tu Shanjun did not die in the hands of demon cultivators, but instead embarked on the path of immortality, his spiritual roots would also be water spiritual roots. I just don’t know whether it is a single-attribute heavenly spiritual root or a spiritual root with other miscellaneous attributes.

"Buzz."

"Buzz buzz."

Kunpeng looked as if he was frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, countless cracks appeared on his body.

Click.

It's like the starlight disappears.

The magic then shattered into pieces.

Lord Chuiyun, who had merged into the supernatural, fell down. The Tianpeng Sword in his hand no longer shone, and even the Kunyun Cauldron armor made by the Taoist soldiers was pitted and pitted as if it had been corroded by time.

There were even damages in many places, and there was no way to continue to protect his body.

Bang.

Tushanjun approached brazenly.

He grabbed Venerable Chuiyun's head and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, that's it for now!"

Chuiyun opened his only remaining eye with difficulty.

As if he wanted to see the monk in front of him clearly.

The armor on his face had long since cracked, and even his face was blurred.

"cough."

A large mouthful of blood surged up, along with fragments of internal organs.

"If I die, you won't know what you are going to face."

Tu Shanjun asked: "What?"

"The world."

Chuiyun squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "The pursuit of monks all over the world."

I wanted to squint, but I overslept. Late update, sorry.