Chapter 1086 Disbandment
The hammer and the long hook collided.
The chaos had colors.
The rotating eyes of Tushanjun of Huadao Dutian dispelled the peace of life and death.
Both hands tightly grasped the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.
The immortal body provided him with a constant supply of power.
The rising Dao pattern and the mysterious breath intertwined into restlessness and powerful force.
He had overestimated Yuan Tong as much as possible, but it was not until they fought that he realized the other party's foundation of achieving Dao in the ancient times.
What was more surprising was actually Yuan Tong.
He was not young.
In the ten thousand years he had been in the world, there were few opponents.
He really came from the top.
He was at the forefront when he first practiced, and he was even more famous in the subsequent lists.
Since he entered Daojun, he dared not say that he was the strongest, but he was definitely the most murderous.
After entering Erhua, he had never been defeated.
However, the weapon spirit in front of him was able to fight him on equal terms with him in a hundred moves with such a thin body.
How could it not be surprising.
However, this did not make him retreat, but completely stimulated his murderous nature.
He activated the Jidi Killing Art.
The cold light of Jiemie in Yuan Tong's hand became stronger.
The murderous aura lingered, like the palm of an ancient emperor, reviving from the fluorescent color of the sky.
A hook that destroyed the world came from the past of the universe to cut the present, and also to completely separate the future of Tushan Jun, who was in the Dao of Transformation, from the present.
Weird,
cold,
silent.
Swoosh!
The cold touch came.
Tushan Jun used the magic ape fighting method to perform the Six Paths of Devouring Souls and struck Yuan Tong horizontally.
The ‘nail hammer’ was like a pillar of heaven that shattered stars, but at this moment he turned it into a long shield to protect him.
He did block the long hook Jiemie that was like a knife or a sword, but it seemed that he did not block the murderous aura that attacked him, so that the murderous aura directly rushed to his neck.
The coldness rushed into the sea of consciousness.
It seemed that nothing unexpected happened.
Until Tushan Jun attacked again with fighting methods.
Under the huge force, his head rolled down like a ball into the abyss under the long rainbow.
"I got hit."
This was Tushan Jun's last thought.
Boom!
The red-haired head exploded into boundless evil spirit.
"The ancient emperor's murderous spirit, he actually refined this thing..."
The Taoist of Hehuan Sect spoke in a deep voice, his face solemn.
He felt that Yuan Tong was too strong. Although the killing way was powerful, it shouldn't be like this. He didn't expect that he already had the ancient emperor's foundation and refined the murderous spirit into his own way.
"Killing gods and demons to refine the murderous spirit, is it the killing tactics of that ancient emperor?!"
"No doubt."
"This move kills not only the present but also the past and the future. Even if the spirit of the weapon has an immortal body and can recover from the injury, it can't grow a head."
"..."
"This!"
Yu Shen's heart was shaken, staring at the distant sky. In his eyes, the mysterious and powerful Tushan Jun, who saw with his own eyes, was also like this, would be beheaded.
According to Daojun, it seems that the killing tactics of the ancient emperor can cut off three lives.
Doesn't it mean that he can never grow a head again?
If even Erhua, the extremely accomplished master, can't resist the other party, can the master of the house still survive?
It's obvious.
The tall body with the head cut off is being eroded by the killing way.
In a moment, only one ghost hand was left holding the main pole of the soul banner.
"It's not time to despair yet!" Master Ruzang, who closed his eyes, did not wipe his blood and tears. He had no time to take care of these details. His tone was serious and firm.
He was a cultivator who witnessed Tushanjun's fight. On that day in the divine ban of the law, Tushanjun faced desperate situations more than once.
"He has been beheaded, and he is not desperate yet..."
The Xiangliu clan leader almost collapsed and shouted angrily. How could he get on such a pirate ship?
"It's over..."
Zhu Yan, the bronze soldier god, took a breath.
However, at this moment, the ghost hand with only half a palm left trembled slightly.
The black and red evil spirits were like embers that had been burned to ashes, gathering at the place where the Ghost Hand Avenue was eroded.
After a while.
Like a print, the red-haired Tushan Jun reappeared in front of everyone.
"Not yet!"
The Taoist with double pupils hugged his shoulders and said calmly.
Elder Fu looked at the Taoist beside him in surprise, and then moved to the demon shadow in the distance.
Scarlet, pale and weird.
Or it could be said to be evil.
Elder Fu also thought that the weapon spirit had no power to turn the tide, but he didn't expect it to grow back in full view of everyone.
"He..."
"No wonder he dared to accept the challenge, his body can be repaired by magical powers."
"It doesn't look like a magical power, but it looks like pure evil spirit."
"..."
Yuan Tong's eyes were full of surprise. It was impossible for him to miss this attack, and he clearly felt that he had hit it. Logically, the body of the weapon spirit should have no future.
How could something without a future come back to life and be intact?
First he was confused, then he suddenly realized.
"So that's it, you are a weapon spirit, and the Zunhun Banner is your real body."
"I just hit your external incarnation."
"Unlike ordinary weapon spirits, your incarnation's main soul can be repaired by unknown magical powers."
Tushan Jun was more focused than ever before.
He did encounter a great enemy. Although he and Wu Rong had studied the other party and understood most of the other party's methods, the background was not something that could be solved by knowing and seeing.
Fortunately, he was not weak, and the ten thousand strands of evil spirit could reshape the main soul body.
Many years of accumulation were burned.
"I don't know how many times you can use this unknown magical power."
Yuan Tong raised the long hook to kill.
Tushan Jun clenched the main hammer and grinned: "Even if you refine the killing formula, you can't exert the power of the ancient emperor. How many strikes can you make with your current level!"
Yuan Tong said coldly: "It's enough to kill you and make you unable to resurrect."
"Come on!"
Tushan Jun roared proudly and transformed again.
The mourning stick in his hand flew across the sky like a mountain pressing down on his head.
If the opponent's body cannot be defeated, the mourning stick will not be able to exert its full magical power.
"Kill!"
Another blow.
The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The flying stars bombarded each other like forging iron.
The road in the glowing breath was once again grasped by the ancient emperor's shadow.
Tushan Jun urged the soldier formula of Emperor Chi.
The sun and moon Dao Qi spun the mythical Milky Way, and the mysterious breath of life and death intertwined to form the unparalleled emperor's shadow.
The Chi emperor raised the iron hammer in his hand high and refined the void into his own anvil. The stars rose, the weapons melted, and the galaxy washed the iron armor.
As if dissatisfied, a hammer flew from the ancient times.
"Military tactics."
"Take off your armor!"
Boom!
The avenue roared and trembled, as if it was going to overturn the entire starry sky.
The long hook Jiemie, like a knife or a sword, cut open Tushan Jun's body, and the long-pole Zunhun Banner hammer also hit Yuan Tong's shoulder heavily.
Tushan Jun had a hideous wound on his chest that was so deep that the bone could be seen. The murderous aura was still eroding his internal organs, trying to completely wipe out the five qi in his chest.
The blood of Taoism gushed out and turned into a long river.
The iron armor on half of Yuan Tong's body was deformed by the smash, and the flesh and blood of Taoism seemed to be run over by a roller, and merged with the iron armor on his body.
Puff!
The blood gushed out.
Even the internal organs were vomited out.
"I won!"
Yuan Tong's body, which had turned into Taoism, could no longer support it and collapsed, but he laughed out loud.
He knew that the killing tactics would not achieve any more miracles after killing the opponent, but in this state now, he was still slightly better and could win the final victory.
"The Emperor's Secret Art is not the foundation for me to fight to the end."
"My strength is always the way of killing."
Yuan Tong obviously did not mean to clear Tu Shanjun's doubts.
Tu Shanjun grinned: "Because I have the intention to kill you in my heart, you can fight to the end."
Yuan Tong was shocked.
He really felt the horror of the soul of the main soul of the Zunhun Banner.
This terrifying smell of battle.
Tu Shanjun scraped off the rotten flesh on his body and threw the Zunhun Banner back to the throne of Gaotian.
…
Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne of the king's court, burst into divine light in his eyes.
Under the scope of the killing array, the world had long been refined into a furnace.
As the eye of the array and the person who mobilized the sky, he could clearly see the battle in the central domain.
The distant sky was the collision of two supreme divine weapons.
In this terrifying fluctuation, the united sun, moon and Mars were like ancient stars constantly washed by the Milky Way.
Brilliant.
Shining.
Endless power burst forth to shatter the void of the domain barrier.
However, it was still a little short.
After consuming all the accumulated two layers of evil spirit, even with the three bodies of cultivation, it was still a little short.
Wu Rong, wearing a royal robe, had a gloomy face and caught the main pole of the soul flag.
He opened the ten king orders in front of him.
He stood up slowly.
The blue iron flag was like a cloak of heaven, rustling in the wind.
He stretched out his palm and grasped it in the air.
He melted the ten orders into the huge main pole of the soul flag.
It seemed like a flag and a spearhead.
There were thousands of auspicious auras and thousands of fairy floss.
The life curtain fluttered in the fierce wind, showing the great life and the sky.
"Wind, fire and thunder!"
"Here!"
A sharp roar rose from the army to the sky, like a golden bell.
The flag was raised, with twisted and evil characters written on it.
It flashed black and red as if it was drenched in divine blood.
"Refine."
The Lord of the Underworld gave an order brazenly.
Three banners flew out of his hand, and like a dragon, they penetrated into the three armies and were received by the ghost king.
The peak Saint King's profound breath, under the blessing of the Heaven-cutting Art, was approaching the Dao Lord, and his breath was still rising rapidly, without any sign of exhaustion.
"Yes!"
Bone-eating wind, Danxin fire, and Taiyin thunder, instantly filled the entire formation.
Wow!
The soul banner was lowered.
The emperor sitting high pointed at the world.
"Behead."
"Destroy."
"Decline."
"Exhaust."
"Death."
The five kings of heaven and man.
They stepped forward in response.
"Yes!"
...
"Punish!"
"Exterminate!"
"I am here!"
The two most critical ghost kings stepped forward.
The person holding the banner of punishment was Ouyang Qiuxian, and the person holding the banner of extinction was Yu Ren Feihe.
The killing formation contained the boundless sky and the earth of virtue, and refined the universe into a big furnace.
The Lord of the Netherworld, who was high up in the Ninth Heaven, raised his hand and struck out a jade seal. The jade seal turned into a majestic mountain in the air, trying to completely suppress Yuan Tong, who had transformed into the Mars Dao and reflected his whole body, under the mountain.
The jade seal was like the king's order.
Millions of soldiers,
millions of generals,
ten kings gathered around the emperor.
Nine Heavens and Nine Abysses, a total of eighteen layers of hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers and ghosts rushed to kill.
The army was one, and the ten kings turned into indestructible masters of the Dao in the formation.
The flying dragon tore open the space, the galloping mythical beast white tiger roared and hit the soaring star, Kunpeng fell in the blue sky, and the golden crow danced at the end of the sacred tree...
The roaring demon waved the weapon in his hand, and the ghost soldiers stepping on the cloud formed the most solid wheel.
It was like the scene of the mythological era reappeared in front of the world.
Yuan Tong, dragging his broken body, turned a deaf ear to it.
He killed up to the Ninth Heaven with a crushing attitude.
At this moment.
Yuan Tong was so close to Wu Rong that he didn't need to tell her.
"Killing will only make me stronger!"
Wu Rong standing on the high platform said lightly: "Killing will also generate boundless evil spirits."
Yuan Tong didn't understand.
Puff!
A blue-white ghost hand pierced Yuan Tong's chest at this moment.
Yuan Tong's eyes widened immediately.
Puff!
Another ghost hand pierced his chest and came parallel to it.
Swish!
A terrifying force exploded from his body.
Yuan Tong's Taoist body was suddenly torn apart by a pair of ghost hands.
Later.