Chapter 1025 Enlightenment
Dead?
Death was quick and clean.
It's unbelievable that a Taoist Lord who has just finished his life was killed like this.
It wasn't the monks who took action.
It is the future body reflected by the thunder tribulation.
This is too overbearing.
The thunder calamity did not hit the person who was affected by the calamity, but instead harmed the monks around him.
After the ancestor of Zhenxiu Guan disappeared, the remaining three Taoists all covered their faces.
Anyone could see the fear on their faces. They set up their escape lights one by one and carried their magic weapons. They didn't dare to be careless at all, for fear that they would be the next ones Lei Jie dealt with.
No matter how much they cared about hiding their identities, they all showed their special skills.
The cultivators were frightened.
Tu Shanjun was also not happy.
His eyes were extremely serious.
Long roar:
"The Ghost King of Ten Directions Killing Formation!"
Order to enlighten the ten directions.
The black and red royal flag responded accordingly.
Tushanjun, who is in charge of the soul banner, wears the crown of life and death on his head, combs the Eighteen Emperors, and wears the robe of the emperor in disguise.
There are two horns on the head, red hair, green face and fangs, adding majesty and terror.
The dark soldiers and ghosts will soar into the clouds.
One side occupies the immeasurable sky, while the other side plunders the virtuous earth.
sky,
land,
Just like clear air and turbid air, they are clearly divided.
This moment.
Heaven and earth are going to war.
Shou He was surprised and stunned.
He didn't expect that Lei Jie would eventually confront the old god.
He looked towards the sky, as if he wanted to see clearly the golden-red figure's face and the expression in his eyes. However, no matter how he looked, he felt that it was the same old god.
High, far, divine.
Like the divine king who suppresses the heavens.
Power means power,
that is……
It's a little less human.
The old god on the high platform near the ground has a green face and fangs, surrounded by Dao Qi, and a pair of black and red eyes that disillusion life and death and embrace rest. He looks more evil, but there is always a bit of indescribable... smell about him, which actually makes people feel more at ease. and peace of mind.
Shou He asked: "Old god, do we want to be your enemy?"
"yes."
"this……"
"Um?"
"I feel that he is terrifyingly strong."
Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, you see he is me, but in fact he is not me, but the future me reflected by heaven, and he is just the Tao Lord who has exhausted his lifespan."
"That's the special suppression of the monks who have run out of life on the Dao of Reincarnation. In fact, you can tell by your own observation that the aura he exudes is the same as mine!"
"I am still transforming Dao Lord, and he is not the real Dao Lord."
Shou He didn't believe Tu Shanjun's words.
But this was the first time he saw the old god explain something in such detail.
Look at the Holy Emperor of Samsara at the top of the sky.
‘The Way of Heaven’
‘future me’
‘The Avenue of Reincarnation’
No matter how these three are combined, there is nothing weak about them.
It sounds like the Holy Emperor of Samsara is not the real Taoist Lord, and his spiritual aura is similar to that of the old god. Because of this, Shouhe feels the terror of Lord Tushan even more.
Could it be that an old immortal with enough magic power could really kill a corrupt Taoist king instantly?
There is obviously no answer to this question.
The voice of the Holy Emperor at the end of the sky turned around.
Buzz.
The secret is locked.
Tushanjun felt a huge pressure.
He didn't back down.
Cultivation is a process of constantly challenging yourself.
Even if the person standing in front of him is himself, whether it is his past self or his future self, he will defeat them all.
"No one can stop me from becoming enlightened."
"Neither can I!"
The moment the hoarse voice fell, Tushanjun, who held the Soul Flag tightly, rose into the air.
"kill!"
The sound of rolling thunder rises and countless rampaging soldiers and ghosts will ascend to the sky on the clouds.
The end of heaven.
The Chakravartin Holy Emperor, who was sitting on the throne, slowly stood up and stretched out his arms glowing with golden light.
He grasped the air.
Oval-shaped nails made of oval fairy gold formed buckles, and a long golden-red flag appeared in his hand. The mysterious light was vast and sacred, and the fairy curtain was flying and lingering in the mythical atmosphere.
The way of heaven reflects, and the divine weapons are forged by themselves.
The golden and red wheel-turning emperor raised up his hand, which looked like the soul flag of the Great Dao Divine Weapon. No one would think that it was something evil.
Oops!
The soul flag pointed diagonally at the earth.
The Holy Emperor looks down!
Tens of millions of immortal soldiers and gods will descend from the sky above.
They are said to be immortal soldiers and divine generals, but in fact the military formation is mixed. When the tiger roared and chanted, a white tiger ran in the military formation. Kunpeng tore open the long mist and roared angrily. Dragon-shaped creatures quickly rushed into the black under the control of the divine general. The mist-steaming killing formation, the divine general covered in divine light is like a tiger entering the flock of sheep...
roar!
Not to be outdone, the Ghost King in the killing formation flew into the air and released boundless evil energy, like a siege pillar that knocked open the sky!
There are not only humanoid soldiers and horses in the Zunhun Banner, but also all kinds of strange beasts showing their magical powers, such as the tiger demon plundering formation, Kunpeng splitting the sky, Dragon King Aokong,...
The alien creatures also display their magical powers. Whether they have three eyes or two eyes, or have horns or no horns, they all display their proper strength.
Tu Shanjun didn't care about the Wheel-turning Holy Emperor who was heading straight for the Sky Throne.
The same goes for the Holy Emperor.
Bang!
The unparalleled war is like the opening of a fairy scroll.
The emperor of life and death, who is responsible for reincarnation, holds the soul banner in his hand and goes straight to Tushanjun. The golden and red long hammer condensed with three phases is like the divine sky crushing.
Tu Shanjun's fighting spirit was strong, and the Old Ape of Knowledge Sea roared and took action. The reforged Soul Flag seemed to be a supreme divine weapon in his hand.
Carrying the Yin-Yang millstone on his back and a peach blossom on his head, Tushan Jun had a clear understanding of his combat power for the first time.
The golden-red long hammer was like a terrifying fairy mountain crashing down heavily.
The void was smashed by the golden-red soul banner.
It seemed to encompass a large universe.
Even if he came to take it, his muscles and bones were numb.
The big and big attack was full of the explanation of the great way.
The life and death black blade seemed to split the world, and the Yin-Yang millstone was going to crush everything.
Every blow of the Holy Emperor of Samsara, who held everything, under the evolution of the Holy Ape's fighting method, was like the great way coming to the world.
Fire burning.
Fighting.
Ghosts crying and gods howling.
The world turned into a huge millstone.
The top was golden and red, and the bottom was black and red.
Two figures pushed the wheel.
Boom.
Buzz buzz buzz!
In the collision and fusion of the great way, Tushan Jun gradually realized the true meaning of reincarnation.
As he said, life and death are two sides, and reversal is reincarnation.
However, although the three paths are extreme, they are based on his own understanding. In the battle of becoming a Dao, he has to adapt to the Dao and completely evolve his own Dao.
Become a true king with Dao!
At this moment, Tushan Jun is no longer hostile to the Holy Emperor of the Wheel.
Instead, he feels that the other party has helped him and helped him to further understand the Dao.
What he has to do is not to kill himself, but to accommodate himself.
People always have to tolerate themselves.
Stand still.
The tall Tushan Jun, wearing the robe of hell transformation, looks at the Holy Emperor of the Wheel.
The Holy Emperor wears the robe of reincarnation, dominates the world, and walks on the road.
The two of them chose to put down their magic weapons at the same time.
The Soul Devouring Fist and the Reincarnation Fist fight.
The fist shakes the ages.
The intention is in the sky.
"Hell Transformation."
"Reincarnation to Suppress the World!"
The immortal soldiers are stained with blood, and the ghost soldiers return with their souls.
The beacon fire is burning, and the eyes are swept.
The world is engraved with the legend of this battle!
Tushan Jun's body has been reunited many times.
But this time is very different.
The Yin-Yang millstone behind Tushanjun rotated the black and red silk thread, weaving and pulling the body to reunite, the rotation of the true meaning of reincarnation made the Dao flower completely condense, and Tushanjun's unique peach blossom of life and death broke through.
The shadow of the Holy Emperor of the Wheel appeared on the throne.
Holding the golden red soul flag, he is a true emperor and the embodiment of the Great Dao of Reincarnation.
The Holy Emperor of the Wheel, overlooking the sky, the earth and the four directions of the universe, has a calm look, and the disillusionment of Yin-Yang life and death evolves in his eyes.
However, his figure can no longer be reunited and manifested.
Because the person in front of him has already achieved enlightenment.
Tushanjun shook the Honored Soul Flag.
The last mysterious breath of the thunder tribulation spread and merged into the soul flag.
The Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Reincarnation evolved the battle method as if he didn't care that he would disappear, but unfortunately his figure gradually blurred.
Finally, even the fist intention that shook the nine heavens and ten earths slowly subsided. Until now, the thunder tribulation finally calmed down, and the last bit of the heaven was about to be wiped out by the Great Dao millstone.
"It's done!"
Tushanjun smiled tiredly.
Turning his head, he will return.
Shou He bowed and congratulated: "Congratulations, old god..."
Boom!
There was no loud shouting, nor any signs.
Under the cover of the last bit of thunder tribulation aura.
A dragon-shaped giant wheel slammed into the platform for worshipping generals.
The platform for worshipping generals collapsed and turned into ruins.
Tushan Jun couldn't see what happened next.
He couldn't feel it either.
Because now even the palm holding the soul flag had become illusory, and the soul flag without support fell downward like a meteorite.
...
"Who is it!"
Changhen's roar came from the earthquake and rushed into the sky.
It was the roar from the Lord of Heaven.
The seed of form and spirit that he regarded as hope was completely crushed.
That was his hope to revive the way of gods, and it was extinguished.
However, just when his roar was about to stir the heavens, the sound was strangely suppressed slowly.
No matter how the Lord of Heaven roared, it was useless.
No one could hear it anymore.
Tianjun looked towards the distant sky with red eyes, and he passed by Yuan Tong who had made the move.
Yuan Tong was certainly the direct murderer who killed Shou He.
But at that moment, Yuan Tong alone was not enough to accomplish this task, at least Yuan Tong's move would not leave Tushanjun no chance to react.
Yuan Tong silently retracted his magic weapon and glanced at Wei Luoge who did not stop him.
He said in a deep voice: "The divine way cannot be revived."
"At least not here!"
All the cultivators were shocked by the scene that happened at this moment and were at a loss.
The only thing they knew was that the banner owner who held this magic weapon seemed to have died.
The magic weapon fell from the sky.
Many saintly monks were immediately jealous.
What was the reason for the fight just now? Wasn't it the magic medicine?
That thing was so precious that even they might not be able to obtain it.
Now, let alone the magic medicine, there is also a soul banner that has become a magic weapon and a main soul that has successfully cast the way. If anyone can get the honored soul banner, it will increase the chance of becoming a god by 30% to 50%.
"If not now, when?"
The three Dao Lords who were about to die no longer cared.
They rushed forward in an instant.
...
Yuan Tong asked: "Senior Wei didn't stop him just now, are you going to stop him now?"
"Just now it was for justice, but it's different now."
Wei Luoge took a step forward.
...
"The magic weapon belongs to me!"
The Dao Lord with a cold breath was overjoyed and was about to reach out his palm to take it.
He was about to touch it.
A tall figure blocked his way.
That was a monk wearing a bamboo hat, standing in front of him, but he could no longer move forward.
The monk in the big bamboo hat said with a smile: "Daoyou should retreat when you know the difficulty."
"You are looking for death!"
Bang!
Fists and palms met.
The Taoist with a cold and mysterious breath flew backwards into the void like a kite with a broken string.
The monk in the big bamboo hat pushed with both palms.
The other two Taoists were also shocked back three steps before they stopped.
The monk in the big bamboo hat laughed:
"Everyone."
"It's time to return it to its original owner!"
As he said,
he turned his palm to hold the soul flag.
A handsome Taoist came up to him and grabbed the soul flag.
The moment he held the soul flag.
The ghost was destined to become a saint!