Chapter 941 War Saint

Chapter 941 War Saint

Luo Manping was shocked.

He grasped the Soul Flag's arms and swung it around, turning the Soul Flag into a halberd and leaning it in front of him.

His eyes turned blood red due to the magic.

He asked in a deep voice: "Did you accept it?"

"Didn't get it."

"That knife was too fast."

Tushanjun suppressed his restless mind.

If it hadn't been for this sword, he would have been able to pocket the great saint's soul.

The extraordinary power of the Soul Reverend Banner can bring great suppression to the soul, and it is not impossible to suppress the soul of the Great Sage.

It's a pity that the Zunhun Banner is more aimed at the soul. When Luo Tianpeng made that blow, the chance of taking away the old soul of the Qian clan was completely cut off.

Tu Shanjun lowered his voice and said with fear: "It's best not to use the soul flag to resist his magic sword."

"I know." Luo Manping looked at the knife marks on the soul flag.

Although only a shallow mark has been healed, I did feel the fragility of the soul flag just now.

The soul flag itself is a holy weapon rather than a divine weapon. Secondly, there is a difference between offensive divine weapons and functional divine weapons.

If you want to use the soul flag to fight, you must at least be at the consent level.

Otherwise, the head-to-head confrontation between a holy soldier and a divine soldier would be the difference between a wooden stick and an iron weapon. Even if this wooden stick can be restored quickly, it will only consume the accumulated evil energy, which does not mean that there is no cost.

Luo Tianpeng snorted coldly: "Hide your head and show your tail!"

The overbearing pressure is like the brilliant God of War, coming from the Nine Heavens to suppress people into the Nine Netherworld and the Deep Hell. When his divine consciousness is locked, he slashes out three sword energies, immediately cutting the space into three layers.

Under the squeeze of the air blast, a tall figure walked out.

Luo Manping, who came barefoot, raised his hands in salute.

Called the King of Heaven.

"Luo Manping."

Luo Tianpeng frowned and pondered, and read out the name of the strange saint.

He said calmly: "It turns out to be the Dharma King with great teaching power."

Luo Tianpeng, who was about to say a few more words to persuade Luo Manping to surrender, suddenly changed his expression. He stared at Luo Manping with a pair of heavenly eyes and said sternly: "Who did you kill?"

"You are so brave!"

Luo Tianpeng is like a big roc covering the sky.

With a sharp roar, the heaven and earth shook.

The great world that was originally calm was immediately detonated by this violent thunder sound.

Like a sea bursting its banks, darkness ushered in the world, seeming to destroy everything and turn it into dust.

The furious Luo Tianpeng was like an ancient emperor who sent an order of divine punishment. It was just a shout, but under the magical power, it seemed to have turned into the most primitive sound.

The majestic pressure displayed by the self-proclaimed top saint of the world made Luo Manping in the False Realm unable to help but feel frightened. However, he did not retreat. Not to mention the stable space of the blessed land, how much it would take to tear open the void barrier. With great strength, if he loses concentration, his head will be chopped off by that magic sword.

The grief and anger in Luo Tianpeng's eyes turned cold, and he locked eyes on Luo Manping. His voice was as cold as a knife: "I advised you not to interfere in the affairs of the great religion."

"I thought you would really keep to yourself."

"But you killed my hall master."

"He has made great contributions to the Great Religion and is a true hero. He did not die on the battlefield to open up territory for the Great Religion. Instead, he died in your hands and even became your magic weapon. One of the souls.”

"Luo Manping, you deserve to die!"

"Even if I cut you to death with a thousand swords and extract your soul to suppress you, it still won't be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Luo Manping looked unmoving and said quietly: "He didn't die in my hands, he died in your ambition. Since ancient times, he has been one religion and two kings. It is the rule set by the ancestors. What do you think about it?" The day you learn to take action, you should understand that no one can live forever.”

"We can die, but your men, Luo Tianpeng, can't?"

"What kind of bullshit is this!"

Luo Tianpeng took one step forward, and it felt like the whole world was being trampled under his feet.

He raised the magic sword in his hand awe-inspiringly.

"The ancestors are not worthy of the law."

"One religion and three divisions are divisions. I, Luo Tianpeng, will unify the sky to be the direction of the road! It is for the Asura clan to become a top clan. You, the rebellious ministers, dare to act like a chariot and hinder our clan from reaching the top. Even the old ghost has died in my hands. Under the knife, how dare you speak nonsense here!"

"Stop talking nonsense, murderers will pay with their lives!"

"Then come on."

Luo Manping looked up to the sky and roared, forming seals with his hands, and infinite golden mana poured into his body.

A bloody light and shadow suddenly grew in size. Its head was like Mount Song, and its mouth was like a lake of blood. As its fangs sprouted, blood covered its body. A blood-eyed Shura statue stood on the ground, its hands suddenly clasped together.

"Thousand-Destroying Shura Palm!"

The blood-eyed Shura stretched out his hands up and down, as if there were really thousands of arms blooming behind him like refining. At the moment when the blood-eyed Shura handed out the seal, thousands of blood-colored arms were like falling stars in the sky. The universe shines with the most brilliant divine light.

Luo Manping, who is practicing the method of strength and moving forward on the road, exerts all his strength as soon as he takes action.

This blow is far stronger than thousands of mountains and rivers.

It's not the arrival of magical powers, it's the purest power.

It is the most basic power of thousands of Taoist arts and magical powers, and has the ability to open up the world.

After cultivating to this point, the great world is formed in the body and the Dharma is condensed. The monk can no longer be called a monk. He is a saint and an acquired holiness. Even the second-step god-transforming monks cannot match such power. No matter what Whether the other party understands the mountain environment.

Because they are no longer facing mountains.

However, Luo Manping was not facing a junior god-forming soul. If he were a god-forming Nascent Soul, he would be able to destroy the opponent's cultivation simply by relying on the technique of witnessing.

The man opposite him had anger in his eyes, but he drew the sword calmly and steadily, even with a coldness.

Speechless.

Quietly raise the magic sword.

cut.

There is no divine light, let alone dazzling light.

The flash of swords and shadows does not describe him.

Under the torrent of the heavenly waterfall, he struck out at the end of the sea and at the edge of the universe.

The heaven and earth were silent, and everything was motionless under this knife.

And because it's not that the world has stopped, but that all life has died under this knife.

Even though it was the avenue of power, it was thousands of tyrannical bombardments from the power saints, all of which seemed to turn into black and white in an instant. How gorgeous it once was, how silent it is now.

Walking on the two-color black light, Luo Tianpeng appeared in front of Luo Manping.

There was less anger and sadness in his eyes, like a lofty king looking down at the ants who couldn't understand him at all.

He is the top great sage, Luo Tianpeng.

His sword is a divine sword, and from now on, the great sect he leads will also become a divine sect.

Just like the Tianpeng who has taken off his shackles and soars in the wilderness of the universe.

Peng can't see the withered bones under your feet, let alone the dust of the past. What he yearns for is a broader sky.

"You don't understand me, I don't blame you."

"People always like to settle for the status quo."

"Tend to be stable, go with the flow, accept things that come and go. Even if you have force, you don't dare to resist. Instead, you will spurn those who seek change, spurn those who dare to resist, and those who dare to fight. They are afraid of all new things and are afraid of things beyond their own understanding. Monk... No exception."

"Everyone has different reasons and purposes for embarking on the path of cultivating immortality."

"But, people should pay the price for their stupidity, Luo Manping."

Luo Tianpeng raised the long knife in his hand and said coldly: "Death!"

Phew!

Luo Manping's eyes suddenly widened.

His body actually moved back more than three feet. In fact, even three feet cannot avoid the blade of the magic sword. However, for a monk, a slight difference can lead to a loss of thousands of miles. Three feet is already a huge number. .

The so-called three feet is not a distance, but a fold in space.

Moreover, a figure wearing black and red robes stood in front of him.

Fight for him.

This knife directly hit the black-robed saint standing at the front.

The blade of the divine sword was too sharp, and in an instant, a hideous wound was opened on the chest of the black-robed saint, which penetrated the left and right sides.

While the skin and flesh were torn open, the fractures of the shoulder blades and ribs could be clearly seen, and even the internal organs were evenly separated into two halves and stopped beating completely.

Luo Tianpeng couldn't help but be surprised by the sudden change.

What's even weirder is that the strange saint who was supposed to be dead took action brazenly.

He raised his palm into a fist, and with one punch, the world suddenly became colorful.

When this gap appeared, Luo Manping reacted and descended to the great world, completely solidifying the space, giving the Dharma image, which originally did not have the foundation support of the lotus platform and Taoist throne, powerful power.

With one palm strike, Qingtian's big hand swept thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers of the blessed land collapsed under this palm, which also caused the approaching Luo Tianpeng to retreat.

Luo Manping hurriedly turned around and asked nervously: "How are you?"

He really didn't expect that the weapon spirit would show up to help him block the knife.

He had a premonition just now.

If he took this knife forcefully, his body might be cut in half.

At that time, he was already feeling bad.

The statue of Tushanjun's incarnation stood motionless with his eyes blank and his fist extended.

Although his body was almost cut in half, the body was quickly repaired by the black-red evil spirit, and even the bones and blood were rejoined together, and his godless eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

"What a strong sword!"

Tushanjun looked down at the injury on his chest in horror.

With the power of the immortal Taoist body, he could resist the holy weapon long ago, but he was almost chopped to pieces by the divine sword. One can imagine the power of the divine weapon and the terror of the person holding the divine weapon.

This also shows that his judgment is correct.

Once Luo Manping died in Luo Tianpeng's hands, it would be a matter of life and death if the Zunhun Banner fell into the opponent's hands.

He is different from Luo Tianfeng who is in the state of remnant soul.

Seeing Tu Shanjun regaining his vitality and recovering from his injuries quickly, Luo Manping let out a long sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the weapon spirit would die just now, not only because he would inherit the magic weapon Soul Flag, but also because he was grateful to Tu Shanjun for his help. After all, he did not want his allies to die under the enemy's sword.

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "If you and I join forces, there is still a glimmer of hope."

"His knife is indeed very fast," but I am not slow either. "

With that said, Tu Shanjun raised his hand to retrieve the soul flag and turned it into a long dragon that flew into the sky.

Shen Sheng said: "I have long said that the Ten Saints Formation was built for my soul. That guy wants to check and balance my strength. I must not let my strength increase beyond him, otherwise I will not fall into this situation."

"What should we do now?"

"Do your best."

Tu Shanjun has not activated the grand formation. With the current number of souls, even if he activates the grand formation, it will only be ashes under the magic sword of Luo Tianpeng.

"Too."

Luo Manping nodded slightly and immediately formed a seal: "Reverse Blood Shura Body Reincarnation Technique!"

"The Dao Demon is one body!"

Later.