Chapter 957: Suppressing the Enemy

Chapter 957: Suppressing the Enemy

The ancestral spirit destroyed the law, and the four spirits suppressed the world.

The heaven and earth seemed to stop at this moment.

The turbulent black and red mist froze.

The Ten Thousand Gods and Ghost Emperors, who stood in the sky, were awe-inspiring and controlled the universe. All sentient beings should worship like pilgrims, and the immortal killing array that should have been in operation was also silent at this moment.

The iron-booted figure standing on the Xuanshui stared into the distance, as if he did not notice the approach of the cultivator at all.

The old king walked step by step.

Stepping into the realm of Taiyin.

Crossing the killing array, the ghost emperor stared.

He came to Tushan Jun as if he was in an empty space.

"Divine weapon."

"You shouldn't come here."

The old king whispered.

If it was an ordinary fight, he would be willing to retreat and take it slowly.

But it was about the great way and life and death.

Even if it was such a divine weapon, he would not hold back, not to mention that if he held back, he would be killed by the divine weapon.

It was a pity that a mysterious weapon that had never been seen before was about to fall in his hands.

There was no pleasure in killing the Tianjiao Daozi in his eyes, nor was there any laughter of victory. It seemed that there was only sigh and unspoken determination.

He might not be a pure cultivator, but his desire for the Great Dao was pure, and he was willing to sacrifice everything for it.

On the Great Dao, it was expected that anyone would be buried.

Perhaps one day, he would become a pile of dry bones on the road, his immortal body weathered, and his magic weapon broken and powerless.

But he did not regret it.

It is better to say that when he set foot on this road, the word regret had been thrown behind his mind.

"We cultivators."

"Only forward!"

Raised the magic weapon in his hand, and rushed straight to the head of the Red-haired Ghost Saint.

Bang!

The expected skull shattering did not appear.

At some point, Tushan Jun raised the magic weapon to block the blow that could take his life, but even with the magic weapon in hand, this blow still shattered his entire arm and most of his body, causing the devil's blood to flow and splash into the black water.

"Impossible!"

The old king was suddenly shocked.

He used his great power and the illusory Dao flower to drive the four spirits of the divine weapon to suppress the world.

He locked the space with the forbidden character formula, just to get the chance to attack. Once he failed, the forbidden formula would backfire, and the internal and external locks would collapse, and his downfall would be just a thought away.

To put it bluntly, this was a desperate attack.

How could Tushan Jun resist it.

"There are high and low in Taoism, but there is no noble or humble in life. You desperately attack, I will take it with my life!"

Tushan Jun looked at his half-broken body and the half of his face that was cut off by the golden mace.

The broken fangs spat out: "The Holy Spirit Demon of Yuan Sheng, the Death-Enduring Technique!"

"It keeps me alive."

The old king blurted out in shock: "Even if you have the ancient technique, you can't resist it under the forbidden formula."

Tu Shanjun said: "That was a long time ago."

After all, the old king didn't know the magic in Tu Shanjun's hand. He had a Taoist technique that could be used under the forbidden formula. The Taoist technique was originally a seedling. After thousands of years of his perception and completion, it has long been different from the past.

The Ghost Emperor of Tongyu Xiantu Killing Formation stretched out his palm.

The blue-black ghost hand clenched in the air.

Boom.

A towering shrine rose from the ground.

Clang clang clang!

Another shrine rose inside the shrine, and seven layers of it were embedded into a divine gate, standing above the old king.

When the Ghost Emperor was twisting the formula, the millions of Yin Gods in the killing formation twisted the formula together.

The murderous mist weakened the purple air covering the old king's body like a heavenly sword.

That was the method of pouring the illusory Taoist flower.

The old king stepped forward.

He passed by Tushan Jun.

After the purple energy on his body was exhausted, his strong flesh and blood covered with forbidden patterns began to dry up and quickly returned to his original skinny appearance.

Even his purple hair lost its divine light and only remained gray, withered and scattered on the old man's shoulders. The old king still didn't care and continued to move forward.

Click.

His heavy feet fell on the mysterious water.

The water that was only above his ankles splashed and burst into turbulent waves.

The old king looked down and found that it was not the turbulent water, but his legs and feet were too heavy. Most of his flesh and blood had been eroded into stone by the faint evil spirit, and a layer of gray death appeared.

The petrification was slow, but it could not be stopped.

The old king dragged his heavy body forward step by step.

Even though he felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back, and gradually seemed to be dragging the realm of death, he still did not stop his steps. He walked forward, towards his goal.

Distant sky.

Valley.

The blue-gold light washed the sky and covered the earth.

He walked.

Until his body could no longer move.

A purple light flashed.

The figure of the old king of heaven walked out of the stone statue.

It was a spirit.

The spirit of the Yin God, Yang God, and Dharma.

When the spirit appeared, everyone saw a thread emerging from the body of the old king of heaven. This thread had existed for a long time, but it finally manifested at this moment.

"No, King of Heaven!"

Luo Tianya shouted to the sky: "We can still fight to the death!"

They didn't expect the old king of heaven to lose.

The body of the illusory Dao flower was cast, holding the nine-fold magic weapon.

No one should have defeated the old king of heaven, but the spirit of the weapon won after all, and won the victory at the cost of his life.

Everyone knew that after that moment, the old king was completely defeated, but defeat did not mean death. The old king could still continue to attack. However, once the soul left the body, there would be no chance at all.

The restraint of the soul-honoring banner on the soul was too strong.

The old king paused and looked at Luo Tianfeng.

He said: "After I die, they will become your helpers. The great sect still needs masters to take charge. I am not discussing with you, but telling you clearly that they will be a good helper before the next generation grows up."

The old king could see that the secret technique of the spirit of the weapon could not last long, and Luo Tianfeng would be the one who controlled the mysterious soldiers from then on.

This was the last thing he could do.

As for the fate of everyone in the future, he, a dying man, could not control it.

So he did not say much and continued to move forward with his soul.

After a while.

He walked to the bottom of the divine medicine plant.

It was a three-meter divine plant, shaped like a tree but more like a fruit tree, with dragon-like branches stretching, but the leaves were yellowing and dim, as if it was about to wither in late autumn.

But this was a divine medicine after all, even in its current appearance, it still contained the aftermath of the avenue, and the light and haze were scattered for more than ten thousand miles.

Among the clusters of divine plants, there was a green peach.

It was as green as gold and jade.

It was delicate and imitated rouge.

The fragrance was refreshing, as if even the realm was fluctuating, and thousands of pores were dilated, as if it was not the fragrance of green fruit but the ethereal fairy air. Just one bite could make mortals cultivate into true immortals and travel freely in the universe.

"It's so beautiful!"

The old king standing under the tree stretched out his hand, but he could never reach it.

In fact, he didn't know whether he could break through the half-step realm and become a Taoist after taking the magic medicine.

The unripe peaches were still green fruits, and the medicinal effect might be weaker.

If he hadn't fought to the death today, he might have lived for another thousand years.

Whether to linger and enjoy the last thousand years, or to try his life, he had already made his own choice.

He didn't blame Tushan Jun.

This was his disaster.

It was the fate he should have experienced.

Without the magic weapon spirit, there would be other people who would hinder the way.

Maybe the other party would be even more terrifying.

At least it was not unfair to lose to the weapon spirit.

The treasures of heaven and earth are obtained by those with virtue. Virtue is not easy to show, but strength is easy to show.

The old king took a deep look at the peach tree, and finally left an unwilling sigh. The silk thread on his body had been stretched straight into chains. Behind the rising shrine was unknown, and no one knew where it led to.

Tsk.

The old king stood still.

Let the chains on his body buzz.

Looked at Tushan Jun who was also walking.

Said: "I thought I would take it into the coffin and tell no one."

"It is said that after I die, who cares about the flood, but..."

The old king did not say anything else, but changed the subject and said: "I am willing to exchange the lives of the six people with two ancient techniques of great supernatural powers!"

The green-faced and fanged Tushan Jun's eyes moved slightly.

If the old king's soul is filled into the banner, he can also use the soul-asking technique to obtain the ancient technique.

But he cannot comprehend it at the first time.

Because the old king has lived too long.

Completely absorbing the other party's perception is likely to break the sea of ​​consciousness.

The spirits of the six saints are very powerful, but they are not very useful for Tushanjun's cultivation. They will become evil spirits to help the soul flag itself to become a divine weapon.

Tushanjun is not sure how much evil spirit is needed to transform the holy weapon. These six people are probably a drop in the bucket.

The only important thing is to replace the killing array ghost saint and make the Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Array to a higher level.

The killing array is powerful, but Tushanjun wants the great magical weapon tactic more.

That is definitely a very useful thing, which is very beneficial to the future growth of the soul flag.

If there is a risk of breaking the sea of ​​consciousness, he will try it.

Of course, it is better to get it safely.

After thinking, Tushan Jun nodded slightly: "Okay!"

"It's great."

The old king laughed: "These two ancient emperor's great arts, the forbidden word art is incomplete, but the military art is very complete, which will be of great benefit to you."

"You may want to use the soul-searching technique to take it from my sea of ​​consciousness. To tell you the truth, if I don't take the initiative to give it to you, you can't take this ancient emperor's great art from me at all."

Tushan Jun was stunned and asked: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know the ancient art of military art. I use a treasure to perform it!"

"Nine-fold magic weapon?"

"No."

The old king reached out to his body, and a small black tripod emerged, spinning in his palm.

"Ding?"

"You see it is a tripod, but it is actually a group of military spirit."

"When a person dies, it is like a lamp going out. When I completely lose my vitality, this military spirit will also be extinguished in my Dharma Realm like a blown-out lamp. From now on, the ancient emperor's military art will be completely lost!"

Tushan Jun's pupils shrank immediately.

He didn't expect that the old king used a group of military energy to perform the spell.

It also reflects the horror of this ancient spell.

Even such a saint king can't comprehend it and use it for himself.

"The forbidden spell is engraved on the ancient tree, you can comprehend it."

The old king took out another ancient half-piece of wood from the big world.

The pair of eyes that once looked extremely young are full of vicissitudes, like the aging starry sky leaving a lingering sound: "I hope you can keep your promise."

In fact, the old king doesn't care whether Tushan Jun will break his promise.

He just doesn't want the military spell to disappear with him in the long river of history.

The Taoist magic of the ancient emperor should continue to bloom brilliantly.

It shouldn't be buried with him, a loser!

The door of the shrine slammed shut.

Tushan Jun, who held the military energy, opened his bloody mouth and sent the military energy into his own death realm, and hid the ancient tree in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He transformed into the body of the demon of endurance without hesitation.

With the help of the evil spirit generated by the old king entering the banner and the evil spirit annihilated by the demon body, the Taoist body was recast.

Just like printing.

The black and red evil spirit was bubbling.

The body recovered quickly.

The tall figure in the robe stepped out of the mist.

Standing under the green peach tree, looking at the green fruit.

A scorching divine light flashed in his eyes.