Chapter 955 Acting
Tens of millions of soldiers, one hundred thousand generals.
The saint appears and the Dharma king is powerful.
Ascending to the ninth heaven, descending to the ninth abyss.
The troops are flying in the clouds, full of murderous intent.
The biting cold breath completely changed the world. During the clang and vibration, each ghost general's iron mask was cold, and the leading formation stepped into the air and soaked the boundless blue sky.
Such a strange scene left all the saints speechless.
It was as if they had never lived in the underworld at all, but in the glorious world of the sun.
Thousands of rampant soldiers are like clouds, and the sky is surrounded by ghost generals.
The ghost kings of the ten directions each performed tricks and ascended to their respective royal courts.
A large platform.
With a beaded crown on his head and a king's robe, Tushanjun has ten small flags behind him, standing like thousands of troops, swords and halberds. His tall and tall body is like a ghost king against the background of the king's robe.
He controls the sun, moon, heaven and earth, controls the world, opens his mansion and seals the king in the cloudy sky.
Holding the divine weapon and striking the sky, he stood sideways and shocked the world.
He asked in a long voice: "Do fellow Taoists recognize my formation?"
Thousands of Taoist arts and magical powers, even if used by Tu Shanjun himself, can only bring out part of the combat power of the Soul Banner. Only the Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions can fully and fully exert all the power of the Soul Banner.
This is the most powerful way of the Zunhun Banner!
Otherwise, Tushanjun would not have said that he would give him ten saints to lively refine the Great Sage and the Holy King.
If there are ten who really are the mainstays of the formation and can kill the Ghost King, as long as the banner master can hold on, they may be able to truly become the Lords of the Great Dao.
This is the terrifying part of the Zunhun Banner, which can exert the most extreme power of the Yin Gods.
The Great Sage Nightmare hurriedly warned: "King of heaven, be careful, this is the killing formation of the ghost kings of the ten directions!"
"Is there any next step?"
Luo Tianya and the Female Saint King exclaimed. They thought they would force Tushanjun to his extreme exhaustion, but they didn't expect that the one they fought in the end was just a Sanqing Blood God. Even if they won, it wouldn't be a big deal, let alone that they would lose. , completely defeated.
In their opinion, Tu Shanjun, who appeared in person, would definitely use the secret technique of ascending to immortality and the true form of the Dharma, but instead of using it, he used a grand formation that they had never seen before.
That's not a formation at all.
Rather, it is like the Yintian Ghost King who led his personal conquest and led his Yin soldiers to sweep through the world and fight to the edge of the universe.
It's unclear whether Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the hill, regretted it.
His eyes were also filled with wonder.
Unexpectedly, Tu Shanjun’s bold words were not bragging.
In front of the manifestation formation of ghost saints from all directions, thousands of ghost gods turned into soldiers all over the sky, like the ancient heaven returning to the world.
The beaded curtain on the high platform shrine is like mist, making Tushanjun more and more hazy. He really looks like an emperor coming from the distant depths of the netherworld, leading his troops to this world.
Luo Tianfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, not regretting it.
He knew that he didn't trust Tushanjun.
He would not trust a weapon with its own thoughts, not only because the two of them had never lived and died together, but also because of his vigilance as the leader of a great religion, which made him naturally like this.
In the end, what he was thinking about was not that he regretted that he had not accumulated strength for the Zunhun Banner in advance, but that he had tried his best to help Tu Shanjun with the help of the saint from the north.
The formation rises in ten directions, and all ten directions are destroyed.
The old king's clothes hang down like iron curls, and his hair is swaying in the cold wind and scattered on his shoulders. He is very old, and only his eyes have a youthfulness that does not belong to his age.
Hearing the reputation of the ten directions, he did not take a step back, but continued to step forward.
Take out a long mace from the void.
Divine weapon, ninth level!
There are nine heavens in the mace, ancient creatures from the nine realms are carved on it, the four holy spirits are lifelike, and the ancient people of the wilderness are running around the map, bursting out with infinite power, as if it suddenly pulls people into that era.
In that vast but majestic world, the old king holding the golden mace is like a war king who has stepped out of ancient times.
The old heavenly king holds his palm on a golden mace and is drawing a picture of the real dragon and the holy spirit.
The true dragon turns around.
Swish.
Emperors of ancient and modern times regarded themselves as true dragons, and even mortal emperors called themselves true dragons and emperors.
The golden mace of assimilation with the Holy Dragon Holy Spirit.
Beat up the ignorant and ignorant king at the top, and beat up the treacherous and sycophantic ministers at the bottom.
The dragon festival turns and the glory is in full bloom.
The true dragon seems to have finally been liberated at this moment. An illusory and almost real dragon shadow looks up to the sky and roars, shaking the ancient and modern times, trying to tear apart the dark gods that fill the sky.
"The power of divine weapons."
Luo Tianfeng looked solemn.
Although they have mastered the magic weapons, they cannot exert their power.
The divine weapons are spiritual and possess supreme magical powers. To fully utilize them, one must be a strong Tao Lord. Unexpectedly, the old Heavenly King is almost ready to unleash the power of the ninth level.
The old king strode over like a god of war.
The shadow of the real dragon entrenched and roared, cutting off the original Yin Qi.
He seemed to have an endless belly while swallowing, and no matter what kind of aura or inspiration he had, he was quickly refined by the real dragon's shadow.
"The dragon spirit can defeat the emperor."
"No matter whether you are the ghost emperor or human king, you will be defeated by the dragon spirit."
The dragon spirit driven by military tactics is like a real ancient dragon tearing apart time and coming back from the long river. Any king in front of the real dragon will be defeated. This is the restraint of fate, and the complete crushing of the lower ones by the higher ones.
Tushanjun sneered, Tianyuan's demonic eyes were indifferent.
Whether he is the True Dragon Emperor or the Son of Heaven, he doesn't care, and he doesn't pride himself on it at all.
He doesn't need God's recognition, nor does he need some bullshit real dragon's recognition.
His power comes from the ghosts and gods in the sky.
It was the ghosts who gave him strength.
On the high platform of the shrine is Tushanjun's servant Xiaoban.
The small banner flies into the formation diagram at the end of the sky.
Ghosts and gods all over the sky were twisting their heads at the same time.
"The wind is coming!"
Tushan Jun held a weapon in one hand and a large banner in the other, calling the wind and rain on the high platform of the shrine.
At one time,
the wind rose and the fog came.
The dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the dark thunder was in the vastness.
He pulled five small banners in a row, and the hoarse thunder sound was like the command of ghosts and gods. The banners fell and the formation diagram burst into dazzling divine light, and then merged into this vast world, becoming a substantial through-the-line diagram.
"Enter my formation, cut off the light, destroy the spirituality, decay the vitality, exhaust the Dharma, and the three disasters of life and death!"
The immortal map ghost formation evolved.
The soldiers were solemn and killed.
The ghosts and gods in the sky pinched the seal together.
The old king who came seemed to have aged a thousand years in an instant, the wrinkles on his face were deeper, and his long hair was pale and withered. He had lost his former softness and divine light. Sweat stains appeared on his crystal-clear body of the saint king, as if he had suddenly changed from an invincible ancient saint king to an old man in his twilight years, trembling as he walked.
The old king looked at his decaying body.
Turn the golden mace into the phoenix spirit and the turtle spirit.
The double spirit protection barely stopped the decline.
He couldn't help but sigh: "What a powerful killing formation!"
If he hadn't used the military tactics to activate the magic weapon and stabilize his body with a half-step of Taoism beyond his current level, he would have turned into a handful of yellow earth in the immortal formation evolved by tens of millions of ghosts and gods. At that time, even if he had a Taoist practice that could reach the sky, without a physical body, he would be just one of the souls of the soul flag.
It is indeed a peerless killing formation.
All living beings entering the formation must be killed!
"Wind!"
"Fire!"
"Thunder!"
Tu Shanjun drew three more small flags without hesitation.
The three flags fell into the hands of three ghost saints of Lianxu. When they were torn apart, they saw that the blue-black flags were painted with ancient characters, like scriptures engraved by the Great Dao, emitting a terrifying power unique to "disaster". Every breath could plunge the world of mortals into endless natural disasters.
The gloomy wind was about to tear the body of the old king of heaven apart, and the karmic fire burned from the dantian all the way to the purple palace, as if to destroy from the inside out.
The yin thunder was sticky, as if it was extremely yin and evil, but also extremely yang and strong.
With one strike, the void was shaken down, annihilating the vitality of the ancient space.
The old king of heaven roared:
"As long as there is breath, hope will not be extinguished."
"The immortal technique of the ancestor witch!"
The old king of heaven seemed to be withered and thin, but in fact, there was a strong body under the robes and battle robes.
However, under the use of the immortal technique of the ancestor witch, his body's blood and qi seemed to dry up all of a sudden, and the whole immortal Shura body turned into extremely skinny bones, as if there was no trace of flesh and blood left.
Tushan Jun did not dare to be careless.
That skinny body was more terrifying than before, and the power contained in it was like a little bit of essence refined by countless stars, and then accumulated into a human shape.
That was not a human, not a cultivator, the purest power, enough to destroy the world and suppress everything.
Buzz.
The Dao rhyme was vibrating.
Tushan Jun seemed to see a strange flower blooming on the head of the old king.
"Dao flower!"
Luo Tianfeng was shocked and lost his voice.
"It's a Dao flower!"
"Three flowers gather at the top of the head, five qi return to the origin, and then you have the foundation for becoming an immortal."
"The old king has really reached this step."
The saints were delighted.
They were more or less guessing.
No one had seen the old king's Dao flower, and they didn't expect to see it today.
Luo Manping's mood was ups and downs. The experience of the past few days could even become a highlight in his magnificent life. He closed his hands like praying: "No, the old king has not reached it yet. His flower is illusory, not real."
Tushan Jun also saw it.
He had seen the power of Youdao Zhenjun back then.
However, he dared to blow up even Daojun. A mere half-step Daojun, the illusory Dao flower, at best, was just an unparalleled strongman among the saints. What was he afraid of?
So, draw the small flag again.
It is necessary to fully exert the full power of the Ten Direction Ghost King Killing Formation.
"Before crossing the river, strike the middle stream."
"Banned!"
The old voice resounded.
The forbidden character formula was activated.
Another great magical skill!
Tushan Jun suddenly found that he seemed unable to pull out the small flag behind him.
The small flag is just a ritual of the immortal formation similar to the twisting formula casting. It can also exert the power of the killing formation without the small flag. However, the killing formation now forcibly restrains the burst of power.
The old king said in a deep voice: "The powerful forbidden technique of the ancient emperor can only restrain you for three breaths. Your killing formation is really terrible, but this is enough!"
"The great realm is coming."
"Dharma!"
"Destroying God Shura!"
The ten thousand feet divine body descended with the great realm.
The four holy spirits hovered in all directions.
Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird, White Tiger, Black Tortoise!
The golden mace turned into three thousand feet and was held in the hand of the God War Shura. The illusory Dao flower hung above the head of the God War Shura Dharma Image, as if it replaced the sky, leaving only the purest purple Dao flower.
The illusory Dao flower flew like a waterfall, pouring the Shura God Body, making it an immortal purple Shura God of War.
Tushan Jun was not panicked.
Should it be said that he was worthy of being the ancient sage king who once stood in the same era as the Taoist Lord? The secret technique he displayed was indeed extremely powerful.
Even the tens of millions of Yin Gods and the Ten Directions Ghost Saints stopped for three breaths.
Then the Taoist Lord would be even more terrifying.
Unfortunately, the old king only touched that realm, not the real Taoist Lord.
Moreover, Tushan Jun was not an ordinary saint king.
He also wanted to see whether the God of War Shura poured by the illusory Dao flower was more powerful, or the Supreme God King with tens of millions of Yin Gods gathered in one body was more terrifying.
"The Great Realm is Coming."
"Dharma Image."
“The Emperor of All Gods and Ghosts!”