Chapter 953 Holy King

Chapter 953 Holy King

The female Saint King in the Kirin robe said: "A weapon spirit is a weapon spirit after all. If there is no weapon master to control it, even if you have the ability to penetrate the heaven and earth, you will be imprisoned in the mysterious weapon."

"We have seen through your weakness long ago. If you dare not come forward, we will force you to come forward!"

"It's over, it's over."

Luo Manping forced himself to sacrifice the Dharma image and pushed his palm horizontally to save Luo Tianfeng.

However, the man was one of the left and right hands of the old king, and he was a powerful monk who was worthy of being called a Saint King.

This knife was fast and fierce, and there was no chance at all.

Especially after the other party quietly touched the leader.

Not to mention that Luo Manping couldn't save him, even Tu Shanjun couldn't save him without being involved.

Clang.

Metal and stone collided.

Sparks flew like the sun and the moon falling, and like the endless glow of dusk, brilliant enough to make people indulge in it, but also dazzling enough to make people dare not look directly at it.

It seemed that if you dared to look at the sparks, you would be pierced by the holy energy and the divine light would gouge out the brilliance and color of your eyes.

Luo Tianya stared at the knife that blocked him.

That was a magic weapon.

The entire sect only had five magic weapons.

There were two in the north and south, the head of the sect had one, the elders had one, and the ancestor had one. Of course, the magic weapons in their hands were incomparable to those in the ancestor's hands.

People have different levels of cultivation, and weapons are even stronger and weaker.

But even the weakest magic weapon is definitely not something that ordinary people can own.

If the holy weapon is extraordinary and immortal, it contains boundless magic power, and the lightness of the activation can overturn the rivers and seas, and the heavy weight can shatter the stars and suppress the paradise.

Then the magic weapon is the acquired god.

If it can give birth to divinity and breed a god, it can step on the world of mortals and suppress a starry sky universe.

The magic weapon can only be controlled by the Taoist.

Even a weak divine weapon is a terrifying treasure that is extremely sharp.

Each one can transform an ordinary great saint into a saint king. If one is a saint king, and then holds a divine weapon, his combat power is unimaginable.

Just like that weapon spirit.

With the divine weapon in hand, he can defeat the four saints with one force under the evolution of combat methods.

He thought that the divine weapon would fall into Luo Tianfeng's hands.

Because Luo Tianpeng died, the divine weapon crystal soul would definitely be taken away by Luo Tianfeng. However, under the burial nail of the burial god clan, even if Luo Tianfeng has infinite magic power, he can only suppress his own injuries first and cannot move to attack.

It is impossible to block his knife by activating the divine weapon.

Therefore, he seized this opportunity.

As long as he could cut off Luo Tianfeng's head, without the weapon master, the red-haired demon saint weapon spirit would be nothing more than a weapon no matter how powerful it is.

Letting the weapon kill people by itself is undoubtedly a fantasy.

Even other weapon spirit treasures need a weapon master who controls the weapon.

However, at this moment, the divine weapon crystal soul is blocking him.

The one holding the divine weapon was a sturdy and majestic man in a robe, who looked like a king and a lord. He held a divine sword and blocked Luo Tianya's long sword.

The two swords cut into each other.

The divine sword's crystal soul cut three inches, almost splitting the holy weapon long sword in half.

"You are not dead?!"

Luo Tianya was shocked.

How could the king of heaven's plan fail? Moreover, with Luo Tianfeng's temperament, he would definitely annihilate the lineage of Zuo Tianwang and leave no survivors.

Even if this move would cause the strength of the great sect to decline, who would care whether the power that does not belong to him is related to the balance of the great sect.

Not to mention that Luo Tianfeng claimed to have mastered the divine medicine, which could be used to change fate and revive the dead, and then conflict with the realm of the Taoist monarch. As long as the great sect regained the Taoist monarch, the past losses would not be a big deal.

With the divine power of the Taoist monarch, he could suppress the four directions and be crowned as a marquis and a king.

Luo Tianpeng's eyes were full of spirituality but without any spiritual wisdom. With the blessing of the magic weapon, his powerful inspiration was like the ancient Kunpeng resurrected and used golden claws to tear the sky and shatter the earth. He protected Luo Tianfeng holding the banner behind him and evolved the holy law to force Luo Tianya who was approaching to retreat.

"Where are you looking at?"

A voice with a bit of hoarseness in the ethereal sounded.

The female saint king suddenly came back to her senses.

The weapon spirit in front of her did not know when it split into three sides.

It seemed that the three sides merged into one.

The robe on her body also turned into a standard crown, like a king leading the army in person.

The iron rod in his hand was powerful.

With one blow, her peerless holy weapon chain shield was broken, and her body was also hit.

The protective qi could not resist it at all, and her body was broken in an instant, and blood also leaked out, staining the robe red, outlining her exquisite body, but the weapon spirit was unshakable and hit again.

The three-phase Dharma body is the same body.

The immortal scripture finally turned.

The Holy King was mighty and his devilish flames were blazing.

Now Tushan Jun seemed no longer to be the devil lord who had walked out of the abyss, but the god king and immortal king who sat in the ninth heaven.

The three methods were combined into one, and the inner devilish fighting method played the Buddha Mingwang, watching the rise and fall of the sky, covering the vast world of the mortal world, bearing the rotation of yin and yang, and the great way was grinding.

It was clearly a stick, but it made people see the supreme fist. The fist came from the nine netherworlds and seemed to be suppressed from the nine heavens.

It was a kind of black, with the power to swallow the sky and the earth.

The fist rose and shook the sun and the moon, and the intention shook the galaxy.

The space became empty and silent, not stable, but swallowed and refined.

It was refined into a dead and silent void without breaking and lifeless, and even the flying ring was broken in this "punch".

The two golden rings were peerless holy weapons, with the seal of the great way law, containing the true meaning of immortality, but they were smashed by a punch. The owner of the golden ring tried his best to avoid it,

"Kill!"

The female Saint King in the Kirin robe did not retreat at all and evolved her fighting method to face the punch.

No surprise.

The Holy Blood was spilt again.

The entire arm of the female Saint King was completely crushed by the divine weapon of the three methods.

The female Saint King's face was pale.

The Holy Weapon was blown up alive and it had already backfired on her. Now it was broken into her body. Even the Kirin Saint Robe could not resist it. It became tattered clothes. The crown was broken and her hair was scattered, and she was in a mess.

In other words, she was a strong person in the true heart. She could be honored as a Saint King after leaving the big sect, otherwise that punch would have taken her life.

At this moment, she finally realized why the four great saints could be suppressed by this person.

This weapon spirit is simply a monster, more terrifying than the Tianjiao Daozi of those big clans.

Tu Shanjun felt the sharp sword light coming from behind him and continued to attack without turning around.

A blue-white ghost hand emerged from the turbid and chaotic mist above his head. The ghost hand was like the blue sky, and the palm turned into a fist.

A punch was delivered, as if people could see the path of reincarnation appearing in front of them, and then they saw the peerless holy weapon in Luo Tianya's hand broken in half under this punch.

Puff.

Luo Tianya vomited blood.

He looked at the broken knife in his hand in disbelief.

It was true that the long knife was cut into three inches in the fight between the magic weapons, but it should not be so fragile. It was broken in half by the unknown Dharma image.

It was simply unbelievable.

He had never met such a cultivator in all these years. No, this was not a cultivator at all, this was a weapon.

"Damn it, damn Luo Tianfeng!"

Luo Tianya's eyes showed violence and jealousy.

If he had a magic weapon, if this strange ancient treasure was his, perhaps he would be the winner today, and perhaps even the old king might not be his opponent.

He looked over.

Then he shook his head hurriedly.

Impossible, the Heavenly King is old but terrifyingly strong.

At the moment, the weapon spirit has used all its means, including the magic to enhance strength and the Dharma image. Basically, these two trump cards are the limit of the Holy King. Although the weapon spirit suppressed the six of them, in fact, after this hard battle, he has no chance of winning.

He can only lose and become a handy weapon.

Luo Tianya seemed to have anticipated the scene of the old Heavenly King in charge of the Xuanbing in the future.

"Kill!"

The fight continued.

The divine weapon suddenly fell.

It was about to tear open Luo Tianya's sea of ​​consciousness and grab his soul.

Luo Tianya had no choice but to sacrifice the Dharma image.

Floating like a big mountain standing on the ancient stars of mountains and rivers.

The immortal Shura battle body urged the power of destroying the world, making the ten thousand feet Dharma image seem to be able to pick stars and moons, and brazenly fought with the blue-white ghost hand, one punch and one palm, turning into two big stars colliding.

The female Holy King also found the right opportunity to attack.

The Dharma image world descended.

In the joint battle between the two holy kings, Tushanjun's mouth was covered with black and red blood, and his robes were mottled.

He didn't know whose flesh and bones were on the Tianji stick, and he no longer had the energy to pay attention to it. He only knew that he crushed the holy king's Dharma image in the fierce battle.

The female holy king fell with a broken leg, breaking a series of mountains and hills. She fell thousands of miles before she could barely stop her body, but there was no movement for a long time. Even if she didn't die, she was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Luo Tianya struggled to support but couldn't get a chance to fight.

He was filled with grief and anger but could only roar furiously.

Luo Tianya, whose chest and five internal organs were shattered by the divine fist, vomited out fragments of his internal organs. He struggled for a long time but didn't get up from the ground. Even if he got up a little, he fell heavily again.

The heavy sound was silent on the earth.

He suppressed the two holy kings with force and chopped the four saints alive!

Like a demon lord, like a god.

He was outstanding.

His red hair danced wildly.

Tushanjun, with a cold expression, did not move forward.

"Those who cross the line will be killed without mercy!"

The hoarse ghost finally made a judgment.

It was like a sky wall and a divine moat, blocking the long road of the saints and the divine medicine.

Luo Tianya gritted his teeth and roared. He fell into the opponent's plan from the beginning.

He thought he could sneak attack the master of soldiers, but he didn't expect to be intimidated by the resurrected Luo Tianpeng. When he reacted, the Golden Unicorn Great Sage was almost powerless to fight back, so he could only go back to rescue, but he didn't expect that the holy weapon was broken by the weapon spirit.

"You dare not move forward, are you afraid?"

The old king did not look at his defeated subordinates.

A pair of divine eyes seemed to want to pass Tushanjun and pierce the master of soldiers, but he did not do so. Instead, he stood up leisurely, walked down the long steps, and said calmly: "You are afraid that I will kill him!"

Since the weapon spirit can improve its strength through the soul, why not continue to expand the results of the battle and continue to kill in exchange for the improvement of strength? That is, he dare not.

As long as the distance exceeds a certain point, Luo Tianfeng, the master of weapons, will be exposed to the hands of the old king.

Just as Luo Tianya thought, the death of the master of weapons and the fall of the black weapons will settle everything.

The old king will not allow Tu Shanjun to swallow his subordinates, but if it can create an opportunity to obtain the Zunhun Banner, he does not mind sending a few saints to the weapon spirit to swallow the soul.

Tu Shanjun understands this point.

He did not move, but said coldly: "If they kill you, they will all die!"

"That's right."

"If they kill you, they will all die." The old king also said this, and his divine eyes swept over Luo Tianfeng and Luo Manping and slowly retracted them.

He does not need to be like Luo Tianya and the saints.

If the six people acted together, there might be a chance to win, but unfortunately they gave up and wanted to kill the master of weapons to take advantage, but this would fall into inferiority.

"When I wipe out your spiritual body and consciousness, and take the magic medicine to break through the half-step realm and become a Taoist, you will eventually submit to me and become a soldier in my hands, fighting for me!"

"No matter how strong a weapon is, it is still a weapon. It is controlled by the cultivator, not by you."

The old king's eyes, which were like the curse of the gods and demons, evolved into a purple mysterious light.

While stepping forward, he twisted his fingers and said, "The ancient great masters of supernatural powers once performed the military tactics. Let me show you that under the military tactics, even the divine weapons have to bow down."

"Soldiers!"

Buzz.

A strange wave vibrated and exploded in the void.

The purple mysterious light spread, as if the entire world's military front was sleeping under the reflection of this mysterious light.

That was the direct control of the divine weapons, to stamp all the masterless and mastered divine weapons with their own spiritual imprint.

"Heavenly Evil Spirit Qi!"

A purple-red to black flame burned from Tushan Jun's body, and when he raised his magic weapon, it bloomed into a pillar of light that led to the tenth heaven, tearing apart the dark purple weapon energy above.