Chapter 837 Late Stage

Chapter 837 Late Stage

The main soul frowned slightly.

His plan to stay on Meng Zhi was indeed activated, but he didn't expect Feilai Jun to be the first to attack.

Before he could say anything, Feilaijun had completely sealed the void in front of him.

The monk in the hat said: "The Taoist friend's powerful methods can actually leave the power of the venerable in the younger generation."

"If you were allowed to live, wouldn't it mean that all of our descendants would be killed by your disciples? Not to mention the opportunity of the Dao body, it would be difficult to even survive!"

"What?"

The old woman was surprised.

The same goes for the big man in green with the sword in his back.

In fact, they all more or less gave their descendants the means to save their lives and kill people.

However, according to Fei Laijun, this person's Taoism is particularly powerful.

At this moment, even the Confucian scholars and the great demon cast their gazes.

The strong are naturally easily targeted, especially in the face of great opportunities and life and death.

The main soul looked at the monk in the bamboo hat with an indifferent expression, and said calmly: "Life and death are determined by destiny, and you can't force it. If you insist on doing this, I don't mind giving you a ride."

The intention of the fist is like a waterfall flowing backward and a mountain falling.

It exploded loudly, shattering the previously sealed void.

The monk in the bamboo hat took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a handsome face.

His nose was like a hanging gallbladder, his eyes were like stars, and his thin lips contained a hint of sarcasm: "With a terminally ill and decaying body, no matter how powerful your fist is, how can you use it? Your time is running out, fellow Taoist!"

"that person……"

"The Holy Son of the Sun and Moon Holy Palace, Marquis Lu Xin."

Chu Kuang, the master of Baijia Academy, opened his mouth to explain the great demon’s doubts.

The big demon frowned and said, "In this case, Mr. Fei Lai and Marquis Lu Xin are in the same group."

"It certainly seems so."

"Marquis Lu Xin, if you want to clear the way for your descendants, you don't have to be so pretentious."

Yin Zhaoluo stood next to the gray-haired old man and said with a smile: "I will tell you why Mr. Feilai is haunted by shadows. It turns out that it is a good show that you guys put on together."

"It's just to help the younger generations get opportunities."

Yin Zhaoluo stepped forward to resist Lu Xinhou's aura of inspiration and said: "Lü Xinhou, if you want to kill him, you still need to pass my test."

"Fellow Daoist Chu, if we lose, it will be your turn."

"What the saint said is absolutely true."

Chu Kuang smiled calmly and said: "Zhao Wu Dao, it is said that your Ju Mie Dao has unparalleled magical powers. I am here to ask for advice."

The big man in green snorted and said, "I've heard for a long time how powerful Master Chu from the Hundred Schools Academy is!"

"Hello!"

When Miao Ran was stunned, the big and sturdy demon shouted: "Genius of the ancient holy land, I want to see which one is more powerful, your black stone Taoist body, or mine..."

"I won't fight."

Miao Ran shrugged and took a step back.

Lu Xinhou's side eyes were smouldering sideways.

Miao Ran grinned and said, "I don't want to be your Lord Lu Xin's sword, so don't force me, otherwise if I join them, your plan will be over."

After Miao Ran saw Lu Xinhou appear, he seemed to suddenly understand something, but he did not point it out and withdrew from the dispute.

Miao Ran's withdrawal made Yin Zhaoluo's beautiful eyes light up, but she did not say anything to win her over.

Anyway, they are four against four, so as long as the numbers are equal, they have the advantage.

However, Miao Ran's non-participation actually made Da Yao no longer intend to take action.

The old woman said: "Zhao Wudao, Master Chu, let me resist. You go and help Mr. Feilai."

"good!"

The big man in green nodded.

Of all the people present, only the gray-haired old man and Fei Laijun were in the middle stage of spiritual transformation. The rest were more or less above this level, with Lu Xinhou and Yin Zhaoluo being the top ones.

One of these two people is a saint and the other is a saint. Naturally, they are like iron pots and steel brushes, and they are both very tough.

Therefore, in order to quickly kill the gray-haired old man, Zhao Wudao, who has a slightly weaker aura, needs to take action.

Together, the two of them could kill the gray-haired old man in a short time.

It's too late, but it's soon.

A heavenly sword sliced ​​open the sky, splitting mountains and splitting seas.

The terrifying inspiration that belongs to the late stage of divine transformation instantly infiltrated the space of this area.

The strength of the Tianjiao-level venerable is beyond imagination. Just the light of the sword has already locked the small world upside down. If it is outside the domain barrier, I am afraid that it can easily tear apart the mountains and seas.

this moment.

The sword light annihilated everything.

It seemed that the old man standing in the boat was also engulfed in the sword light that filled the sky.

Fei Laijun has already seen the scene where the old man's head is missing.

"boom!"

Changes in heaven and earth.

A black-gold blood tiger appeared in front of the old man. The blood tiger was very huge. During its roar, the sound waves were like waves. Even the vast sword light at close range was dispersed by the sound waves.

The gray-haired old man kneaded the spell in his hand and chanted softly. The green-faced fox sitting cross-legged on the blood tiger took action.

"The sky is empty and the earth is different!"

Zhao Wudao didn't dare to be careless.

Sacred objects are sacrificed.

A huge green bull broke through the ground and appeared in front of Zhao Wu Dao. It raised its head and roared. The two horns of its halberd pointing to the sky fiercely exerted force and withstood the attack of the black gold blood tiger.

It's a pity that he still didn't stop the green-faced fox.

So much so that the fox stepped on the green cow and appeared in front of Feilaijun.

The fox didn't look big when it was on the tiger's back, but now it looked like a blue tower.

A cold light suddenly appeared, and the steel claws of the green-faced fox were only a moment away from Feilaijun.

"Void God Vision!"

Bang!

The huge wings are like a shield wall to protect Feilaijun.

"How dare you get distracted?!"

Zhao Wudao glanced at it with his spiritual consciousness, and the blade of the sacred long sword instantly turned into a Milky Way and appeared in the sky.

The green bull that was supposed to be wrestling with the black-gold blood tiger was galloping on top of it, like a beetle running across the sea, carrying infinite power. Even the black-gold blood tiger fell behind in the fight.

"Holy weapon."

The main soul whispered softly.

Compared to Dao soldiers, holy weapons are undoubtedly much more powerful.

Although the power of the sacred weapon cannot be fully exerted in the later stage of divine transformation, it can definitely give the person holding the sacred weapon an advantageous position in the battle of arts.

He had been planning for a long time and had been waiting for such a long time. There was no way he would give up the opportunity in the Tiger Tomb just because everyone was forcing him to do so!

…

"Once your identity is exposed, don't think about living a stable life."

In front of Jinghu Lake, Venerable Chuiyun said loudly: "It is unwise to put yourself in danger for a mediocre person."

The outside master soul said calmly: "Who said I was just trying to get a talented disciple?"

"Then you are..."

Chuiyun was stunned for a moment.

It seems that Tushanjun did not expect such an answer.

"The Ghost King is alive!"

But obviously Tushanjun did not continue to answer his doubts.

The face of the gray-haired old man was cracked, revealing a bluish-white face with fangs protruding from his mouth. Two short black and purple horns appeared on his forehead. They grew huge in an instant and pointed diagonally at the sky.

The gray hair on his head turned into a flying waterfall, as if dyed red by blood, and spread over the shoulders of the tall evil ghost.

The already tall body suddenly increased to 1.6 feet.

Wearing a large uniform.

Ten small flags stood behind him like thousands of troops.

The deep eyes were dyed black and red, turning into two distinct eyes.

Tu Shanjun opened his arms and breathed in the evil energy of heaven and earth wantonly, enjoying the moment of tranquility after being freed from the restraints.

He likes this feeling of living in the sun.

Otherwise, I always think they are rats living in dark ditches.

With the beginning of the ghost king's life, the breath also reached the late stage of divine transformation.

"This is?!"

"Okay, okay, I knew he had an extraordinary origin." Miao Ran shouted.

He couldn't recognize Tushanjun's true appearance.

But this appearance at this moment is more in line with his understanding of Tianjiao.

In his eyes, how could the person who could beat him in fisting spirit be a dying old man?

"who is he?"

"Not sure."

"But we should be able to find news about him in Guxian Tower."

"he……"

Not to mention Miao Ran, who was watching the show, Master Chu, who was also in the middle of a fierce battle, and Marquis Lu Xin and Yin Zhaoluo, who were also facing opponents, were also attracted by such changes.

But none of them have any information about Tushanjun in their minds.

I just feel like this person finally showed his true strength.

"It's you!"

Everyone present had different expressions, but one person was extremely excited and shocked.

It is Feilaijun who unfolds the magic of the crane.

"You know him?"

Miao Ran cast an inquiring gaze.

"who is he?"

Fei Laijun was surprised by everyone's doubts. At this time, he did not expect that he would encounter such great luck here.

According to legend, a war broke out in Wanwu City decades ago. The battle alarmed many people. The city lord of Wanwu City personally suppressed it and finally subdued the geniuses.

At that time, no one knew what they were fighting for until a piece of news spread later.

It is a spiritual treasure.

It is said that the weapon spirit treasure is a soul flag. The weapon spirit not only possesses far beyond ordinary sanity, but also has the ability to fight across levels.

The treasure is called the Honored Soul Flag.

The weapon spirit is Tushanjun!

Also known as the Soul-Eating Demon Lord.

Seeing that everyone had no idea, Fei Laijun was so happy that even his body couldn't stop trembling.

If he could get this opportunity, there would be no need to help Lu Xinhou, let alone the so-called support of the younger generation. The opportunities of the younger generation are not as important as his own.

"careful!"

Zhao Wudao looked solemn and quickly spoke to remind him.

"Pfft."

A blue-grey arm tore open the body-protecting aura and penetrated Fei Laijun's chest.

Even though Zhao Wudao had used the holy object to slash Tu Shanjun on the shoulder, he was still unmoved.

Tu Shanjun still couldn't tell. Among the monks, only Fei Laijun looked at him with the most excited and surprised expression.

It was obvious that he had discovered his origins, so it was even more impossible to keep him alive.

"ah!"

Stab.

Zhao Wudao tore Tushanjun's flesh and blood open with one blow, and the iron armor on his back and chest cracked open, revealing the bone-deep wounds. But just when Zhao Wudao wanted to kill Tushanjun in one go, those black men The red blood turned into blood shadows and emerged from the wound.

The blood shadow turned into two similar figures and jointly attacked Zhao Wudao.

"he……"

Fei Laijun looked at his chest in horror.

"Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner!"

"He is..." Feilai Jun was stunned and opened his mouth to reveal Tu Shanjun's identity. He really couldn't believe that the legendary weapon spirit was so powerful that even his armor was pierced.

As a genius in the middle stage of becoming a god, he didn't even receive a single blow.

However, Tushanjun would not give him a chance to speak.

One punch.

"Bang!"

The big head exploded like a watermelon.

Fei Laijun's Yin Shen was held in the hands of the tall ghost cultivator who was 1.6 feet tall. When he pulled up his sleeves and robes, there was no trace of breath left.

Tu Shanjun only felt that his shackles disappeared and his inspiration suddenly increased.

A few moments.

Even if the ghost king is removed, his spiritual aura will not fade away.

The big red-haired ghost murmured: "The late stage of divine transformation."

"My last piece of the puzzle should be complete!"

I don't know why I was so sleepy that I slept for nearly 30 hours in two days.