Chapter 956 Ghost Emperor
Woo!
A long hiss like a complaint.
In the eighteen layers of heaven and earth, tens of millions of Yin gods with different expressions twisted their fingers and saluted.
Chanting scriptures.
The scriptures flowed into the dark abyss, turned into chaotic turbid air, and surged like waves in the blue sea.
It surged in the sky and hit a heavy bronze giant door that towered to the sky.
The giant door was so tall that it seemed to reach the thirty-three heavens above and the endless underworld below. Tens of millions of ghosts and gods in the sky became stars at this moment.
Boom!
The thunder resounded but there was no flash of lightning.
It was unclear whether there was really a real thunder sound just now.
I saw the dark red collision horn tearing open the heavy and sticky fog.
Perhaps what burst out was not fog at all, but a door.
A bronze ghost door that did not exist in this world at all came down because of the call of tens of millions of ghosts and gods, and slowly opened, shoveling out a dark red corner eaves.
The eaves of the corners were intertwined, and rare animals flew out diagonally, squatting or sitting, crouching or standing, until the long eaves completely flew out of the fog, and finally the glazed tiles were seen, blue and black like the sky.
The wind was howling.
The long banners hung down from the corner eaves like iron rolls.
Under the pressure of the huge palace, the fog retreated like a tide, and the huge bronze door disappeared with it.
Click.
The blue-black ghost feet stepped on the ground.
The wet trouser legs dripped black water drops.
Ding Dong.
The Taiyin Xuanshui covered the earth with a layer of black glow in an instant.
More ghosts crawled out and walked forward, until the iron chains on their bodies stretched and dragged them, causing them to stagger, but they climbed up again. In their eyes, they would only drag everything and continue to move forward.
Under the drag of the dense evil ghosts.
Floating and sinking in the evil ghost tide.
The shrine standing on the mountain of millions of evil ghosts completely appeared in front of everyone.
What a magnificent sight, exuding the power to suppress the heavens, as if it could evoke the deepest fear buried in the hearts of the creatures of heaven and earth.
That was the horror of death.
Whether it was mortals or cultivators, when they faced the towering shrine above the ghost mountain tide, it seemed as if they saw their own ultimate.
Everything has an end!
Luo Manping was absent-minded for a long time, shook his head slightly, and sighed in shock.
There are always amazing cultivators in this world.
The two words "Taoism" and "Fa" describe all cultivators.
The leader Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged in the formation, was also shocked.
He was not surprised by the horror of Tushan Jun's Dharma image, but the tip of the iceberg exposed by the conspiracy of the spirit of the weapon at the moment when the Dharma image first appeared.
It was just a corner that emerged, which made him shocked and horrified.
"Do you want to be the second of Wanfa Sect?"
"No."
Luo Tianfeng hurriedly shook his head, "Yin and Yang, life and death, reincarnation, you don't want to be the second of Wanfa Sect."
"You want to surpass Wanfa Sect and be the best in the world!"
Wanfa Sect cuts off immortals and mortals.
From now on, the "immortals" cannot interfere with the mortal world.
Bring eternal peace to the people of the mortal world.
What the spirit of the weapon wants to do is clearly to steal the power of God.
Make life and death have destiny, yin and yang have numbers, the dead step into the underworld and reincarnate, and the dead cannot continue to stay in the world. The spirit of the weapon cannot do it now, he can only put the Yin God into the soul flag and slowly perform the Tao.
Horror!
Shocking.
Luo Tianfeng, who is in charge of the soul flag, is the one who feels the most deeply.
After all, he is the master of a great sect, and his extraordinary knowledge allows him to glimpse a little clue from it.
Luo Tianfeng's mouth twitched and his pupils trembled.
He might be wrong.
The spirit of the weapon may not be a spirit of the weapon at all, but an old monster who survived from the ancient times, continuing his own path in such a twisted form, hoping to completely replace the sky one day!
Luo Tianfeng wanted to shout out loudly, he wanted everyone present to see Tu Shanjun's Tao, but when he made a move, he could only roll his throat and couldn't make any sound.
He lost his voice.
He lost his voice due to nervousness.
Then he smiled.
A relieved smile.
No matter how terrifying Tushanjun's Dao was, what did it have to do with him?
He was dead.
He even gave the magic medicine to Tushanjun.
He had to give it to him, because both the old king and Tushanjun were stronger than him.
He was now in the same situation as Luo Tianpeng at that time.
So he smiled brilliantly.
Either way, he would die, but dying in the hands of a sky-stealing demon was a bit of comfort.
Only such a demon lord was worthy of swallowing Luo Tianfeng's soul.
Only such a demon god was qualified to enjoy the magic medicine.
Sure enough, there was only a wrong Dao name, but no wrong nickname.
The Soul Devouring Demon, the Heaven Devouring Demon!
Clang!
The iron boots stepped on the mysterious water.
The red hair like a waterfall fell on his cheeks, blocking the slightly pale and ferocious fangs.
Tushanjun stood quietly.
The top sword halberd was clasped on his forehead, and his black and red eyes were staring at the towering God-Destroying Asura Dharma Image in the distance, as well as the old king who was also standing in front of the Dharma Image.
The old king was full of admiration, and felt the power of the weapon spirit.
However, under the pouring of the illusory Dao flower, the God-Destroying Asura already had the terrifying power to destroy the world. No matter whether the opponent was the Avenue of Life and Death, the Yin-Yang Grinding Wheel, or the "life", they would be shattered into the void and become endless dust to be stepped on by Asura.
"The ancestor spirit destroys the law!"
"The soldiers kill the mighty."
The Western Extreme Gengjin, the White Tiger ancestor spirit.
Spiritual transfer.
There were countless sharp divine lights like sharp blades, as if they came from the chaos of heaven and earth. They were distant thunderbolts, more ancient and profound than the thunderbolts of recent times. In the void, they turned into 100,000 golden spears and gathered in the nine layers of the three thousand feet of divine weapons, which were inspired by the Dharma image of the God-Slaying Asura.
One blow was like 100,000 soldiers casting a world-destroying light.
Everything that touched was cut in half.
It was the most extreme slash!
It seemed to want to destroy the shrine and the ghost mountain soul sea with one blow.
…
Roar!
The evil ghost screamed shrilly.
Wow.
The bead curtain opened.
A figure wearing the emperor's clothes walked out.
One step out, the world was silent.
It was as if the illusion of him finally became real, and he existed not only in the present, but also in the past and the future.
The ten thousand feet Dharma image stood in the world.
The ghost emperor opened his blue-black ghost hand to hold the shrine ghost mountain.
In an instant, it was refined into a black and red seal hanging in his palm.
"Woo."
"Woo!"
When the image of the Ghost Emperor appeared, the ghosts and gods in the killing array all congratulated the emperor.
The fierce ghost roar was as deep as thunder and shook the sky, as if the ghosts of the past and the future also heard the echo, so they made ghost cries and god howls that should not belong to the present.
Not an illusion.
It is pure reality.
He stood thousands of feet tall, overlooking the universe.
He seemed to be integrated with the immortal killing array with the Emperor's seal in his hand.
The Emperor's seal hung on the top.
It turned around.
The Ghost Emperor threw a fist without hesitation.
The black and red fist light shone through the ages, as if one really saw the ghosts and gods of nothingness opening their bloody mouths to swallow thousands of souls.
Immediately afterwards, 100,000 sharp soldiers were swallowed up.
"Soul swallowing!"
It was as if thousands of evil ghosts roared together to form an ancient emperor's sound.
With the blessing of the Immortal Picture Killing Formation, the Ghost Emperor was no less powerful than the Shura built by the illusory Dao Flower, and even had a faint pressure.
With the gradual recovery of the Immortal Picture Killing Formation, he, who controlled tens of millions of Yin soldiers, controlled hundreds of thousands of generals, and was surrounded by the ten powerful ghost saints, would become more and more powerful.
"Rise!"
The Ghost Emperor twisted his fist.
The seven-layer shrine rose from the ground.
The black and red chains pierced into the Shura Dharma Image of the God-Destroying God.
"Destroy!"
Shura was indeed built by the Dao Flower.
Although it was illusory, he tore open the shrine blockade in the first time, and turned the spirit of the Vermillion Bird, and the boundless purple swept across the eighteen layers of heaven and earth.
Then he turned the spirit of the Black Tortoise, and the purple shield light swept all the disadvantages away thousands of miles away.
Xuanfeng slashed again.
Hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers killed demons and eliminated monsters.
The Ghost Emperor in the Immortal Picture Killing Formation reached out and held the Emperor's Seal in his right palm as if he had taken off the sun and the moon.
The left hand took back the big banner in the sky, and the banner turned into the scroll of life and death and held it in the palm.
As the right hand clenched.
The emperor's seal turned into a pen of judgment.
Infinite spiritual light condensed in the void, and black and red blood was mixed and ground.
Plop.
The jade pen fell into the ink pool.
The flying ink dragon roared in the sky.
The left palm pushed forward.
The scroll of life and death unfolded in front of the ghost emperor like a fairy map of the country.
The complicated inscriptions were the power of the law of Taoism, as if the opened picture array was not a book, but an explanation of life and death, the closest embodiment of the great way of life and death.
As if it had infinite magic power, it included the ancient and modern creatures and drew the forbidden pattern of the emperor record, flashing the mysterious light of yin and yang!
Buzz!
The pen transformed by the emperor's seal finally fell on the scroll of life and death.
The pen fell and shocked the ghosts and gods!
A name covered by purple air was crossed out by the emperor's seal of judgment.
"Puff!"
The old king suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
The 100,000 Xuanfeng Qi that was chopped off also turned into nothingness when the old king staggered.
The old king stared at the ghost emperor who held the emperor's seal and the life and death banner.
He didn't expect that Tushan Jun had such means to use the Taoist magic to take his life, forcing him to defend his body.
"I didn't expect someone to force me to this point!"
The old king said in a deep voice.
"You are indeed a peerless strong man."
"It's a pity that you will eventually fall!"
Purple flowers floated.
The unicorn god body in the distant sky walked forward like a giant.
In an instant.
The misty purple air was like the halo of thousands of galaxies, rushing into the sea.
It gathered on the dry body of the old king.
The arms as green as the trunk of a dead tree opened the robe.
The lifeless muscles glowed.
The Taoist divine pattern was engraved.
It was as if the ancient gods had finally resurrected.
The shriveled body slowly became strong.
The divine pattern was painted like blood into a battle suit, as if it was a second layer of skin.
His gray hair turned purple, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared rapidly, as if the years that had been imposed on his body had become dust that should have been brushed off, revealing his immortal body.
The horn squeezed out from his forehead and stabbed at the sky.
At this point, the old king had to admit that the use of the spirit of the weapon to practice Taoism was implicit in the great Dao, not just the wielding of brute force. The killing array was even more of a headache for him. He could only take back the law of heaven and earth to achieve the state of unity of the law and body, so as to lock the passage of life.
He was old.
His life was in danger.
But the spirit of the weapon was still carrying the yin and yang grinding wheel, determining life and death, devouring souls and refining spirits to plunder vitality.
The old king could feel the passing of his vitality, which was aggravated in the fight with the ghost emperor.
If he could no longer lock his life, perhaps the ghost emperor would not have to continue to attack, and he would naturally die in this fight.
Grasp the nine layers of the magic weapon.
The black tortoise was his clothes, the red bird was his feathers, and the purple fire bear burned the heaven and earth.
He held the magic weapon upright in front of his left chest.
The pair of eyes that seemed to be blessed and cursed by the gods and demons were firm and unwavering: "No one can stop me from getting the magic medicine and becoming a Taoist master."
"Whoever stands in my way will die!"
Swish!
The magic weapon turned again.