Chapter 949: Not Allowed
White clothes.
old.
Just listening to the sound was like a whisper coming from a dream. It was an echo of distant ancient times. It did not belong to this era and should not exist in this world.
What was carried out of the void was an old man lying on his side on a couch.
His face is old and wrinkled.
Skinny as a ghost.
There is a pair of bright eyes in the thin and deep-set eyes, as if they have received the curse and blessing from the gods and demons.
These eyes should not be carried in a decaying body.
The first thing Tu Shanjun noticed was these eyes.
When he wanted to see the other person's face clearly, the hanging pale hair blocked him, preventing him from truly seeing who the other person was, where he came from, and where he was going.
Tu Shanjun didn't know him, but Luo Tianfeng did.
Not only did Luo Tianfeng know each other, but Luo Manping and Gusu Cuiguang also knew each other.
"Old King."
Luo Tianfeng called out the other party's name with a gloomy look. He consciously changed the process of suppressing Luo Tianpeng and did not give Luo Manping and Gusu Cuiguang any chance to convey the news.
Even when Gusu Cuiguang rebelled, he never panicked.
At this moment, I really felt fear and nervousness.
He didn't understand how the old king found this place.
"Are you surprised, Tianfeng? The ancient Shinto magic weapon is not yours alone."
His voice sounded so ancient.
Calm and indifferent, as if he had already secured victory. No, he had planned everything so exquisitely, from letting Luo Tianfeng's soul go to finding the magic medicine.
Even though the magic medicine was in front of him, his expression remained unchanged.
He indeed has the bearing of an ancient king.
…
Immortal eyes.
Lift your eyes and plunder.
Tu Shanjun's pale palm holding Tianzhi exposed several blue veins.
Just when he stopped taking action, in just a moment, Gusu Cuiguang had already used Xuan Gong, regenerated the severed limbs, traced back the flesh and blood, made the body intact, and stood up from the pool of blood.
"Young man, you seem very unconvinced."
The old king looked sideways at the nervous red-haired main soul.
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
He was not unconvinced, but felt pity.
He had defeated Gusu Cuiguang just now, and he might not have such a good opportunity in the future.
Once Gusu Cuiguang stood up and gained experience in fighting, the initial method of risking one's life became ineffective.
In the final analysis, he was only in the False Refining Realm, relying on the Divine Weapons and Heavenly Strikes and the Immortal Dao Body to win against Gusu Cuiguang's mentality of overpowering him with strength.
Even if he uses the secret technique of ascending to immortality, Dharma form, and the power of Gathering Ghost King, he will probably only be able to gain the upper hand, but will not be able to easily kill Gusu Cuiguang.
Unless Luo Tianfeng forced Luo Tianpeng to do it, making the opponent abandon his body and fight with his soul.
Then the characteristics of the Soul Flag will be fully exerted, and the Soul Flag at that time may be the best magic weapon in the world.
Now that Gusu Cuiguang has recovered from his injuries, he has arrived at an old monster whose depth he cannot even discern, and six monks who followed the old monster.
Tu Shanjun glanced at Luo Tianfeng who was healing his wounds behind him.
Now we can only hope that Luo Tianfeng can suppress his injuries.
"You don't have to look at him."
"He couldn't stand up."
The old king seemed to have sentenced Luo Tianfeng to death.
He also completely stopped Tu Shanjun from asking for help.
"Aren't you going to get out of the way?"
Tu Shanjun was stunned by his words.
It turned out that at some point, he had blocked the entire chariot, or in other words, he didn't move at all, and the chariot flying out of the void was about to pass by where he was standing.
He only needs to get out of the way to let the old king pass in front of him.
He can't get hurt or hit hard.
Not even dead.
The magic medicine was of no use to him.
The so-called battles and changes have nothing to do with Tushanjun. He is just using the internal struggles of the Asura Sect to accumulate his own strength.
It's somewhat despicable to interfere in other people's internal fights, not to mention harvesting souls from them.
Tushanjun doesn't care about other people's opinions.
He just wants to save people.
Even if this power makes him bow his head, he is willing to do so.
Just like when he faced the Sunset Sword Sect in Daheishan, for the safety of Daheishan, for the monks who followed him and the people he loved, he was willing to bow to Yangcheng.
At that time, he was still very weak, and Yangcheng was like a sun.
It was said that it was cooperation, but in fact it was Taoist Brother Yuyan who saved his face.
One generation, two brothers.
For the sake of friendship, he was willing to bow his head again. He just wanted to let Yueyan survive the scheme of Lord Jambudvipa.
For this reason, he sneaked into the underworld, changed his original strategy of choosing the banner master, and instead chose the partner for cooperation, which was Luo Tianfeng.
Luo Tianfeng is not a good person.
He is not a good person. He always gives up easily when making a decision.
Just like Tu Shanjun said, why he is more inclined to kill evil, because at that time he will never be soft-hearted, nor will he be soft-hearted.
Now he stands in front of the King of Heaven.
It was not for Quanluo Tianfeng's life.
Instead, he is guarding that immature miracle medicine!
Miracle medicine.
Resurrection from the dead.
Flesh and bones of the living dead!
With this magical medicine, Brother Yuyan's chance of survival increases by at least 50% to 60%.
Tu Shanjun clenched the Sky Strike tightly, shook his head and said, "I can't let it go!"
The tone was firm and decisive.
There is no indifference or indifference, only perseverance!
The seven-foot body looks like a tiny praying mantis in front of the huge chariot frame.
"presumptuous!"
The Great Sage standing in the air beside him shouted angrily: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are invincible just because you defeated Gusu Cuiguang by trickery? To kill you, I only need three moves."
The cold breath bloomed, just like the ancient moon suppressing the earth, covering the world with silver sand.
Tushan Jun still had three words.
"Can't let!"
"You..."
The old king waved his hand slightly, signaling the Great Sage beside him.
The ancient king made a move, and the insects beside him naturally fell silent.
They stood there motionless like sculptures, waiting for the instructions of the ancient king.
"Why?"
The old king became interested and continued: "I haven't seen you."
The implication was that Tushan Jun was not a member of the Asura Sect.
"Even his most trusted disciple, Gusu Cuiguang, betrayed him because of his personal problems. Why are you so determined to protect him?" The old king's eyes flashed with doubt.
In his opinion, Luo Tianfeng's fate was his own fault, and he was not worthy of sympathy and following.
I didn't expect that in such a desperate moment, there would still be someone willing to stand in front of him.
This is really regrettable and admirable.
The old king also developed a love for talent, hoping that the red-haired ghost cultivator in front of him could turn back from his mistakes and stop working for Luo Tianfeng.
Tu Shanjun did not explain.
Personal suffering and persistence cannot arouse the sympathy of the opponent, and will only give the opponent an opportunity to attack his weaknesses. He does not need to explain why he stood in front of the frame.
Not to mention telling the world whose life he was defending.
One person, one stick.
No need to say more!
Seeing that the red-haired ghost cultivator was silent and did not give way at all, the old king felt that this person was really stubborn and terrible.
It may also be that the ghost cultivator has never felt fear and despair under the extreme Taoism, which makes the other party have the belief that he can resist.
Even Luo Tianfeng was moved.
Unexpectedly, in the end, it was a weapon that protected him from the wind and rain.
This made Luo Tianfeng wonder if he was too harsh and shouldn't have limited Tushanjun's strength, otherwise he might not have ended up in such a situation.
Things have already happened, and there is no point in recalling them.
Luo Tianfeng also knew that given their friendship, it was probably not for him.
"I will kill this beast!"
The Great Sage standing on the left who first rebuked Tushanjun bowed forward.
"Don't kill him."
"Yes."
The big man wore a purple crown and Taowu robes.
The mysterious light and magnetic element were filled with a terrifying aura.
He opened his mouth and spit out a black light, which was like a sea tide and a sun and moon shuttle, instantly covering Tushanjun, just like a surging wave rolling a stone into the vast sea.
The big man took a step out and stood in the air.
It was like a big moon across the sky to suppress the sun.
"Time!"
The black air emits a gray light against the silver sand, and the man in the air is really like the ancient moon, shining on all things, and the gray mist released can even influence the growth of all living things.
Tushan Jun, who was in it, felt the twilight for the first time.
His body seemed to decay in an instant, as if he had existed between heaven and earth for endless years, and would eventually become a handful of yellow earth.
The power of time really shocked Tushan Jun. Even the magic weapon would hide its edge in the long river of time until it buried its former glory at some unknown time.
"Hu Yue Dasheng!"
Luo Manping's expression changed drastically.
It was also the first time he saw the power of Hu Yue Dasheng under the command of the old king.
"Time flies."
"Can you feel the power of time?"
The cold voice resounded at the end of the sky, causing the old man who climbed the Moon Ridge alone to look sideways. The old man with a gray beard grabbed his long red hair and laughed.
"The power of time is indeed powerful, but it is not yours."
As if he was growing backwards, the gray-haired Tushan Jun returned to his prime.
"What's going on?" Hu Yue Dasheng was shocked. He couldn't refine this fake saint. It was as if a strange power protected his body.
Not only that, this power was constantly eroding and stealing his moonlight and time.
"Suppress!"
He couldn't help but attack.
A terrifying big handprint fell with a bang.
Bang! ! !
Tushan Jun almost fell.
In the end, he relied on the power of the magic weapon to resist the attack.
Puff.
Blood gushed out.
The broken crown made the wild hair fly.
The bloody demon lord was finally defeated by the cultivator who was stronger than him.
What's more, he just fought with the top great sage, and although he won, it was a miserable victory.
Spit.
A fang pierced the ground like a nail.
Yang Wu seemed to have not recovered from the shock.
The man who was invincible in his heart was now in a state of embarrassment.
He even pleaded with a trembling voice: "Dad."
"Help him."
Luo Tianfeng sighed, his eyes full of complexity.
He was sure that he had the upper hand, but he was still one step behind.
However, the higher the virtue, the higher the evil. Luo Tianfeng smiled grimly and took out the Zunhun Banner from his sleeves: "If I can't take the magic medicine, he can't take it away!"
"Three refining fakes, seven half-saints, nine peak incarnations."
"You are really brave!"
Later.
I was so fascinated that I forgot the time.