Chapter 938 Dharma King

Chapter 938 Dharma King

"Wang Wuji!"

Inside the banner.

Tushanjun, who was sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree in the Taoist temple, suddenly opened his eyes.

The immortal eyes turned into the sun and the moon.

The sun and the moon suddenly turned into a Yin-Yang Avenue millstone that appeared behind Tushanjun, evolving into a great realm as it rotated.

The surrounding area was blurry, and only a moon-white figure could be seen. A dry and generous hand holding a compass emerged from the fog.

Although even the sound was very vague, it really echoed in Tushanjun's ears.

"Wang Wuji?"

Tushanjun murmured softly.

After summoning his soul, he immediately locked onto the Yin Shen of Dacheng, and then waved his palm.

As the majestic fog swept across, the Zunhun Banner fell completely silent.

"A monk in the organization." Tu Shanjun already knew who was calling Wang Wuji's ghost spirit.

I didn't expect that the death of a branch leader would alert the saint to come. I still remember that he killed the branch leader of the organization in the Eastern Wasteland. The person who came to investigate was just an incarnation of a god.

Later I had several encounters with him.

Even if he is a saint, as long as the other party does not have powerful enough means, it is impossible to recruit him. He only needs to hide the soul in the city to cover up the soul's intelligence.

But this incident did serve as a reminder to Tu Shanjun.

As long as he is still active, he will always fall into the public eye again.

World Saint is not strong enough.

If you want to return to the Eastern Wilderness and deal with the Taoist Lord Yanfu, you must at least be a top saint. It would be even better if you can become a Taoist Lord.

It's a pity that Luo Tianfeng is not a living monk. Now Luo Tianfeng cannot lend his life to Tu Shanjun, so there will always be a limit to the growth of his cultivation.

"What is the inscription engraved on the main pole?"

Luo Manping's words brought Tu Shanjun back to his senses from deep thought.

"It's nothing like literature."

As if unwilling to give up, Luo Manping asked: "This is like a magical power."

When the Soul Banner accepted Luo Zhiqing and the main soul became the World Saint, he clearly saw words appearing on the main pole of the Soul Banner. Later, when the Soul Banner stabilized, the words that should have been engraved disappeared.

He felt that this was a technique that could control the soul flag, and no matter how bad it was, it should be something related to the soul flag.

Tu Shanjun was silent for a long time and still did not answer the question.

Luo Manping shook the soul-honoring flag in his hand, but did not receive any response.

It was as if the sound he just heard was just the murmur of ghosts coming from afar, a music composed of the sound of wind and rain, but he just regarded it as the weapon in his hand and spoke.

suddenly.

"It's time for us to move on."

An ethereal voice with a bit of hoarseness came from the mouth of the evil ghost on top of the banner.

"Yes." Luo Manping nodded slightly and looked into the depths of the blessed land.

He could feel the extremely sharp chill, which made even a great sage like him feel cold. It was not brought by the wind and rain, but the spiritual energy caused by the collision of deep battles, and the smell of blood mixed in the wind and rain.

In the eyes of the monks, murderous intent is murderous intent turned into substance.

However, in Luo Manping's view, murderous intent was a very strong smell of blood.

I still remember that the first time he killed someone when he was young left a deep impression on him. It was not the killing but the treatment after the killing. What was dealt with was not the body but the knife in his hand.

His father asked him to clean the knife.

Still remember to wipe off the blood on the blade with a coarse cloth, then wipe it carefully with a damp silk cloth, rinse it with water, dry it with a dry silk cloth, and finally lick the blade surface with your tongue.

If there is still a bloody smell, it means the knife is not clean and needs to be washed again.

Luo Manping was like a scavenger, picking up corpses like a ghost.

So far, three people have been buried in his body, and the headless body that died here is the third one. However, his soul is no longer here, and it has not settled down safely in the body.

Without waiting for Tu Shanjun to ask questions, Luo Manping told the other party's identity.

"Fa Wang Lin, one of the ten great Dharma Kings."

"The son of the elder of the Qian tribe."

Luo Manping sighed as he looked at the tall body standing upright, with the one-horned head rolling to the side.

I don’t want even the Dharma King to die.

The elder has died, the Dharma King has died, should the next one be the king of heaven, the elder of the clan, or should it be the leader.

The body of the saint has become indestructible. Not to mention the magic weapons, not even the years can turn this body into powder.

But he didn't know what kind of terrifying holy weapon could cut off his head.

'pity. ’ Tushanjun sighed.

They came a little late and did not receive the soul of the Asura King. Otherwise, two more statues of the same level would allow him to take a further step and step into the realm of refining from a world saint.

If we can't take advantage of such a great sect's internal strife, I'm afraid there won't be a chance to gather together the Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions in the future.

"I just said that along the way, I always felt like someone was following me. I didn't expect it to be you."

The loud voice tore through the darkness.

A figure stepped through the mist beside him and walked out of the shadows. He hugged his shoulders and looked at Luo Manping, who was wearing a white robe and had already walked to the corpse.

Luo Manping calmly took away the body and said calmly: "I don't want to fight with you."

The man sneered, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Staring at Luo Manping, he said coldly: "I didn't expect that Dharma King Li, who ranks high among the top ten Dharma Kings of the Great Sect, would say such a thing. However, whoever buries their corpses is our enemy."

Luo Manping looked at the man and said: "As the leader of the four hall masters of Zuo Tianwang, your words represent the attitude of the king to a certain extent. Do you mean that it was wrong for me to even collect their coffins?"

Murong Jing lowered his eyes and said loudly: "Since you know, you should understand what I mean."

"Either you put the body down and kowtow three more times, and I'll let you go."

"Otherwise, you will leave your life behind."

As the head of the four hall masters, Murong Jing is a real great saint.

He never felt that these so-called Dharma Kings were powerful. Among the top ten Dharma Kings, only the Celestial Dharma King Gusu Cuiguang was powerful enough. The others were mostly just a make-up, just like the Dharma King Lin he killed.

For King Lin, he respected him as a man who could die standing.

However, with such an advantage, why would Luo Manping act so coquettishly?

Since Luo Manping couldn't see the situation clearly and wanted to be a walleye, he naturally wouldn't take action.

However, he wanted to be a wallflower and wait and see the situation, but also wanted to gain a good reputation and increase his bargaining chips. Both sides were unclear. This was something he would not allow, and the King of Heaven would not allow it.

What he said was not to be reckless, but to make Luo Manping completely surrender to the King of Heaven.

If you don't accept it, you will kill this place to serve as a warning to others.

Luo Manping snorted angrily: "Murong Jing, you have such a loud tone!"

The saint became angry and everything turned upside down.

Luo Manping is naturally not a fool. As the Li Dharma King of the Great Sect, he also deserves the title.

Considering the leader's plan, Luo Manping did not rush to take action, but wanted to tear open the hole under the pressure of the spiritual machine, so that he could safely withdraw from the battlefield.

Murong Jing snorted coldly: "I want to leave!"

"You can't leave."

"So many people have died. Since you are unwilling to surrender, it is your fault that the Holy Saint Luo will be stained with blood!"

laugh!

A red light flashed, and the scarlet sword appeared in Murong Jing's big hand.

It was a holy weapon, made of red dragon blood gold. When Murong Jing held it in his hand, it looked like a soaring fire dragon. It looked like a weapon, but it bloomed with awe-inspiring pressure like a living thing.

"He wants to kill you."

Tu Shanjun's voice rang in Luo Manping's ears at the right time: "You should remember what he said, whoever loses will have his soul in the flag, and your body will be taken away by you."

Luo Manping's expression changed.

The same applies to him.

Once he is defeated, will he be like Luo Qianjing and Luo Zhiqing, whose soul is captured in the flag, and his battle blood is refined by the Blood Refining Demonic Scripture to become the material for the leader to restore his own strength?

After seeing Zunhunhun's ability, he had no doubt whether he could escape from it.

Luo Manping, who wanted to leave, paused.

Make a seal with your hands.

The seal is very similar to the Dharma Domain, it is an innate sacred seal.

"God is in heaven, holy is in earth."

"Dharma image!"

"Blood-eyed Asura."

boom.

Roar!

A blood-eyed Shura stretched out his arms.

In an instant, Luo Manping's figure disappeared.

The great world inside the body suddenly settled down and completely enveloped this place. In this world, the blood-eyed Asura was still growing, and in a short time, it grew to a height of ten thousand feet.

The scarlet divine eyes are like the sun, moon and stars rotating around.

Two arms hanging from the sky were raised brazenly.

The world seemed to be completely dominated by this innate divine figure at this moment.

Tu Shanjun had seen Luo Manping's appearance when he suppressed Luo Tianfeng's corpse in Nirvana Palace.

Luo Manping's Dharma Aspect is indeed so powerful, he seems to be able to reach the stars and the moon with just a single move. However, compared with Gusu Cuiguang, who is a true great sage, there is still a gap between the two.

A sentence came to Tu Shanjun's mind: "Refining the fake is still not the real thing!"

However, after reaching this level, in the eyes of ordinary monks, they are all unrivaled great monks. What's more, the original legal domain has completely turned into a great realm that appears in the world, and has become a world that carries the Dharma. There is a substantial great realm. Support, even if you are practicing falsehood, you are still a great saint.

Murong Jing, who was included in the great world, also saw the terrifying Dharma form with the blue sky above his head and the earth under his feet.

He didn't expect that Luo Manping would be the Shura Dharma Prime.

Qingtian's blood-eyed Asura moved.

Make a seal with each hand.

It was like Dajie's body twisting out an infinite palm print. As the palm was opened, the pressure of the world from Dajie also fell on Murong Jing's body at the same time.

At this moment, the ten thousand-foot-long Faxiang looked down from the sky and the earth, and at this moment, the giant palm like the sky suddenly fell.

"die!"

A palm fell, shaking the heaven and the earth.

It seems to smash the entire earth into pieces and turn it into land floating in the world.

The terrifying Qi movement is like ushering in the end of the world.

If there is no big world covering it, perhaps no land can withstand the saint's bombardment, and even the void will ripple and crack.

With the tolerance of the great world and the stability of the great world, the creatures outside the world cannot feel the heaven-opening inspiration of the saint's dharma.

Murong Jing held his sword in front.

Twist.

"Dou Zhan!"

The bloody sword made of real gold from the Red Dragon still seems to be bloody.

However, his figure was suddenly submerged under the palm of the Dharma Prime Minister.

It seemed that the whole world was silent.

Luo Manping, who should have been happy, suddenly looked solemn, staring at the red light blooming in the distance.