Chapter 948 Return to Heaven
The great devil in the world is nothing more than this.
His body is in flames and his mind is burning.
I want to ask who comes in the fog.
Zun Sheng is also known as the Soul-Eating Demon.
Gusu Cuiguang jumped out of the blood-eye Dharma's thousands of palm prints and did not attack or kill him again. His eyes were completely attracted by the approaching monk, and his expression was full of solemnity.
He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, you must be Lord Soul Tushanjun, the weapon spirit master of Zunhun Banner."
"I know you."
"I heard that you stirred up troubles in the Eastern Wilderness, and even Dao Lord took action."
"Being famous is not as good as meeting, meeting is worse than being famous!"
Gusu Cuiguang looked at the figure walking out of the sea of evil clouds.
The Dharma Eye is like a torch, which turns into two rays of divine light.
The divine light conceals the blade.
It seemed that he wanted to break open the red figure and see his true strength.
He could clearly feel that the main soul only had the spiritual aura of the False Refining Realm.
When she saw the dark iron rod held by the pale ghost's hand, Gusu Cuiguang put away her contempt and spoke with an equal attitude.
"My Taoist friends have great ambitions, so why should they help others do evil?"
"Luo Tianfeng is narrow-minded and will definitely limit the strength of fellow Taoists at all times, but I will not. As long as fellow Taoists stand by and watch, the souls of these two people will belong to fellow Taoists."
Tu Shanjun, who was holding the Sky Strike, shook his head slightly.
"The profit is too small?"
"I think you don't like it."
Gusu Cuiguang was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard wrongly or was hallucinating.
He is a top sage, so there is no way he heard it wrong.
Others don't know his strength, but he himself knows very clearly that he didn't defeat Lu Jingsha just now because he wanted to hide his strength.
That is to say, he does not have the magic weapon in hand, otherwise he might be able to defeat the former leader Luo Tianfeng.
Even the powerful Dharma King Luo Manping, a monk who ranks among the top ten Dharma kings, can't go two steps in his hands.
But a weapon spirit said, "You don't like it."
This made him feel a little dazed.
When can weapons have their own preferences?
Gusu Cuiguang's face suddenly turned cold.
He said calmly: "It just so happens that I don't like a weapon to have its own opinions. Since you want to die, when I get the Soul Flag, I will refine your consciousness and use it completely for me!"
Tushanjun showed no signs of anger.
He had already seen clearly who Gusu Cuiguang was, so how could he become angry because of what the other person said.
It would be better to say that such words would not poke his lungs at all, but would make him want to kill Gusu Cuiguang here to obtain the soul of the Great Sage.
After the murderous intention was revealed, the demon king of hell opened his bloody mouth and said coldly: "When I crush your body and pull out your soul and put it into the flag, you should understand that the life of the weapon spirit is also life."
"die!"
Gusu Cuiguang's body suddenly disappeared.
The golden wing knife in his hand was pressed against his palm, as if what he was wielding was not the knife at all but his own hand.
The sword light turned into a heavenly sword that could kill the devil in the underworld.
It was as if the ancient sage king's tyrannical blow seemed to break the world into two halves.
The endless murderous intent targets only one person.
It is the main soul of the divine weapon holding the divine weapon and the weapon spirit holding the iron front.
Tushanjun could feel the awe-inspiring sword energy tearing through his skin.
That was the coercion that belonged exclusively to the Great Sage Huanzhen, and it was also the omen of death coming from the golden sword.
It seemed that the next moment his head was chopped off with a golden knife.
If he were bare-handed, Tu Shanjun would definitely not be a match for Gusu Cuiguang.
However, he holds the divine weapon Sky Strike.
The power of the divine weapon means that he does not need to use secret magic to descend, and he can also use the false realm to attack the real saint. Especially Gusu Cuiguang only has a peerless holy weapon and no divine weapon at his side.
"bring it on!"
If we talk about other weapons, they may be very unfamiliar to Tu Shanjun.
But this is a mace, similar to the long-handled hammer of the Soul Banner.
In an instant, the contained fist intention was integrated into the sky strike.
When the stick is smashed out, the sky and the earth are darkened.
In the hands of the Supreme Sage, the mighty divine strike is like an iron curtain that destroys the heaven and earth.
Not to mention Luo Manping, even Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged to stabilize his injury, looked surprised.
He originally just hoped that Tu Shanjun could hold back Gusu Cuiguang.
Once his Xuan Gong luck has brought his injuries under control, he can make a comeback to suppress the rebels in the ancient forest, and lend Tushan Jun Tianshang to fear that the main soul will not be able to exert the power of the divine weapon.
Good guy.
He said he was practicing boxing, but secretly he had already integrated boxing skills into stick skills.
"kill!"
The blade was like cutting across the sky, cutting through the sky in two, and the terrifying energy swept through and turned everything around it into powder.
Even the mountains, lakes and seas were uprooted and swept deep into space. The divine weapon's heavenly strike remained motionless, and the heavenly pillar collapsed as if it was about to crush the monk who used this terrifying divine sword to death.
Boom.
puff!
Demonic blood spilled.
Dark gold blood melts into the earth like rain.
Tu Shanjun's frosty face took on the appearance of a green-faced, fanged evil ghost, and his rotating black and red eyes stared at Gusu Cuiguang who appeared in front of him with a knife.
Gusu Cuiguang's knife penetrated Tushanjun's chest.
Cut open the Gang Qi, tear it apart and fly away.
It seemed that he almost dug out all the internal organs of Tushanjun.
Tushan was not surprised by this.
Gusu Cuiguang, who was supposed to have half of his body crushed by the sky strike, was unscathed, but his arm seemed to have received a full blow from himself.
Not only was the entire arm shattered, but the shoulder blade was also crumbling.
Use Ding Xuan Gong to calm your mind, and the evil spirits will return to you like steam.
Tushanjun opened his mouth and spit out blood.
The blood suddenly turned into a series of phantoms, and even when attacking Gusu Cuiguang, each of them used magical treasures, and the gorgeous secrets turned into dazzling light, completely submerging Gusu Cuiguang in it.
Huh.
The fangs opened, and the sky-devil fire poured out.
The dark ghost flame spread out gorgeously.
Tushan Jun not only used the fist to perform the magic weapon and the sky-strike, but also integrated the Taoist magic into the battle. It can be said that he used his own Taoist magic to the extreme, like a madman who fights endlessly.
The dancing scarlet hair was like a sky cloud after being bathed in the devil's blood.
"It's useless."
"Thousands of Taoist magics, tens of thousands of Taoist methods, under my Taoist body, will all become means to attack you. This is my Gusu Cuiguang's Taoism."
Gusu Cuiguang was like a confident god, accepting the mysterious sea of Taoist magic and endless divine power from the Great Sage of the Soul, and he was still unscathed.
Tsk.
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
The purple-black steam returned brilliantly, repairing Tushan Jun's body.
His eyes were firm, not shaken by Gusu Cuiguang's words, and he chuckled and said: "The stars are changing? Will all the attacks be transferred to the party that uses the magic power?"
"What a good name."
Gusu Cuiguang nodded slightly.
A look of approval flashed in his eyes: "My Taoist body is called 'Huitian'."
"Have you ever heard of 'Huitian Wushu'!"
"How long can your Huitian last with my immortality?!"
"You are just being stubborn." Gusu Cuiguang sneered.
"I have studied you. You can use unknown Taoist techniques to repair your body to achieve the best state at all times, but I can exhaust you to death. When you have exhausted your magic power, I will be the final winner!"
Gusu Cuiguang said no more, but took a long breath.
The knife light divided the yin and yang.
The majestic sword intent was like an angry dragon sweeping across the world, wanting to bite the heaven and earth to pieces. The piercing killing intent penetrated into the bone marrow, wanting to tear people apart and turn them into wailing ghosts under the winged sword.
"Kill!"
The Yin-Yang Wheel was suspended above his body.
The millstone of the Great Dao was turning.
Tu Shanjun, holding the Sky Strike, completely burst out the divine power of the immortal Dao body.
The devil's blood was surging for thousands of miles!
A thread of purple-black lines appeared on his skin, as if he was wearing a precious robe.
In fact, this was originally part of his Dao body's power. The thunder god light shattered the infinite sword energy, and Tu Shanjun attacked again.
Clang!
The emerald light and the purple-black electricity intertwined together, as if two great realms were engaged in a tragic fight.
What came into view was the doomsday scene.
The world was filled with endless thunder and lightning, black and red, and sword energy that could cut everything.
"Demon Ape!"
Tu Shanjun roared endlessly.
The old ape in the cassock in the sea of consciousness suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden armor under the cassock burst out with divine light.
An iron stick seemed to appear in the old ape's hand. The stick and the fist merged, evolving into boundless holy methods, which were the magical arts of fighting heaven and earth, prompting Tushan Jun to fight more and more bravely.
His injuries became more and more serious.
Once the devil blood dripped, it immediately turned into a phantom and attacked.
At this moment, Tushan Jun seemed to have really become an ancient demon lord.
A drop of devil blood evolved boundless Taoism to kill the god-transforming venerable, and even to compete with the saints of the same level. Even the virtual saints would not be able to get an advantage under the shadow of the devil blood.
Luo Manping's eyes widened completely.
He watched the two people fight out of the morning and evening and cut the yin and yang.
Even the exterior of the Great Realm Palace was dim and could not compete with the fierce light of these two killers.
A hundred rounds passed in an instant.
Thousands of moves have not yet settled.
Gusu Cuiguang reacted completely. He had no idea what kind of Taoist magic Tushanjun used to keep his body immortal. He could survive under his consumption and recover under Tushanjun's many attacks. If he continued to consume like this, he might not be able to hold on.
Therefore, he wanted to chop off Tushanjun's head and stop this fight that was gradually unfavorable to him.
"Behead!"
Flying golden wings to chop off the enemy's head, thirsty for devil blood to stop.
Gusu Cuiguang manifested his true body, descended to the big world and flew out of the golden wings. The knife light was like a galaxy flowing in the sky, and only when he died could he fall in the distant wilderness.
Tushanjun roared and moved forward without hesitation.
The devil lord descended from the sky, with unparalleled divine power, seemed to be wrapped in the belief of dying together, and used the devil ape fighting method to end this shocking enemy he had encountered in his life.
Bang.
Crack!
The golden knife beheaded.
The head rolled down.
A pale ghost hand held the top horn head with green face and fangs.
At the same time, the man he had beheaded held the Sky Strike and landed heavily on Gusu Cuiguang's shoulder.
A subtle sound was heard as if breaking the limit.
Gusu Cuiguang looked at the monk he had beheaded in disbelief.
The pale ghost hand lifted the head and placed it on the neck.
Then he took back the Sky Strike.
He said coldly: "You cut off my head, I will take your life!"
Puff!
Gusu Cuiguang spit out a mouthful of blood.
His body instantly became tattered, without a single piece of good meat.
He had only taken one blow, but it seemed as if he had taken thousands of blows. Countless Taoist magic bombardments made him fall and sink into the pool of blood on the ground.
"You... can still live?"
Tushan Jun did not answer.
But Gusu Cuiguang could see that Tushan Jun was about to die.
The two fought for several hours, to the limit.
This was a replacement battle method of killing one thousand enemies and losing one thousand and two hundred of oneself.
Even Gusu Cuiguang, who possessed the Heaven-Returning Body, had to admit that he had retreated when his life was at stake.
If he could hold on a little longer, he might have become the final winner, instead of being crushed by the main soul and falling from the sky like a cripple.
The iron boots landed on the ground.
The sticky blood was mixed with something unknown.
But it all turned into dust under the boots.
Tushan Jun, holding the Sky Strike, walked slowly.
Gusu Cuiguang, lying in a pool of blood, watched the bloody figure approaching with his peripheral vision.
"Young people are formidable!"
An old voice came from the end of the void.
The voice sounded too old.
It sounded like the mumbling of an old man on his deathbed, but it was extremely clear, attracting everyone's attention, as if what he said was the golden rule and the thundering sound of the great way.