Chapter 1087 Refining Killing

Chapter 1087 Refining Killing

The oval purple-black nails still had a large piece of flesh and blood.

Whoosh!

The glowing blood turned into a bloody rain.

The internal organs were mixed with the Taoist spirit, and the bones and meridians contained the divine brilliance.

Only a head with long hair flew up into the sky, carrying the soul and trying to escape completely, but before he could tear open the void, a pale ghost hand had already grabbed his head.

Everyone was shocked.

Yuan Tong Erhua, who was in a good situation just now, how could he become so miserable in an instant?

"He's alive again?!"

"How did he do it?"

"Even the ancient emperor's killing tactics can't kill him completely, but..."

"Yuan Daojun is a recent Taoist who is invincible in the same level. How many heroes and heroes died in his hands, their bodies were crushed and torn into a sea of ​​blood, and even their souls could only curl up in a head and choose to escape."

"This... is too terrifying."

Not to mention that many great saints were stunned, those Taoists who were watching were also dumbfounded.

They didn't expect this result.

Yuan Tong looked stunned.

He turned his head to look.

The one holding his head was a big ghost with red hair and horns. Wasn't it Tushanjun who had just fought with him and was killed by him for the second time.

Tushanjun is still the same now.

The whole person exudes a cold and weird aura.

The rotating yin and yang eyes do not show any emotion.

The most terrifying thing is that the killing intent that he was proud of, which had never been noticed by others, or was harmless even if it was noticed by others, disappeared.

The killing way will not perish.

Even if he was severely injured by the opponent or even crushed by the Dao-transformed body, he could regenerate with the mysterious power.

As long as the opponent still had killing intent in his heart, he would always be the one who had the upper hand.

If the enemy had killing intent, he would use it for his own benefit. If the enemy had no killing intent, why would he fight him?

This was the terrifying thing about the Great Dao, the prosperous Dao Lord.

But now he could not feel the killing intent.

This was impossible and should not have happened.

If the opponent had no killing intent, why could he kill him? If the opponent had killing intent, why could he not use it for himself and make himself undefeated.

The state of Tushan Jun in front of him was very wrong.

No joy or sorrow.

Mysterious.

It was as if he had erased all his emotions.

What was even more strange was that he did not do anything except grabbing his head.

Yuan Tong did not dare to act rashly, for fear that he would accidentally break this peace.

"What's going on? Why don't they make any moves?"

The Taoist of Zhenxiu Temple showed doubt in his eyes, looking around, as if he wanted other Taoist friends or seniors to solve his doubts.

A voice came from the void: "If I guess correctly, the spirit of the weapon eliminated its killing intention towards Taoist Yuan Tong."

"He... erased all his emotions."

"I just don't know why he erased all his emotions and still had such fighting power, and could kill and destroy Taoist Yuan Tong's body."

"Could it be that the Taoist of the Underworld urged him?"

Everyone looked over.

"But wouldn't that mean he would fall into the path of killing again?"

"He should have retained an emotion." Elder Fu said in a deep voice.

"Which one?"

'Guard. '

The Taoist with heavy pupils holding his shoulders muttered in his heart.

"Guard!"

Everyone was a cultivator with a profound cultivation base, and they immediately understood the key points.

"Guard?"

The corners of Yuan Tong's eyes twitched.

No wonder Tushan Jun didn't make any further moves now. It turned out that he could no longer threaten Wu Rong in the other party's judgment, so there was no need to continue.

Sitting on the throne, Wu Rong's eyes were calm. He explained calmly: "If I were to control the master's main soul body, my killing intent would spread over, and I would still not be able to kill you at that time."

"Besides, my killing intent was actually dispersed too much, because I am a flower, much weaker than you."

"I can only resort to this last resort, using myself as bait to lure you to kill me."

"After seeing the master's powerful strength."

"You definitely don't want to continue to entangle, thinking that as long as you kill me, the dust will settle."

"Come on, kill me."

"I know you still have the power to strike."

Wu Rong was wearing a banner and holding the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

He only needed one chance.

That was the moment when Yuan Tong's soul stepped out of his head and rushed straight to him.

He was not afraid at all. The Soul Honoring Banner was the best at restraining the soul. As long as the opponent dared to launch this mutually annihilating attack, he, with only one flower, could defeat the Two Flower Dao Lord.

Yuan Tong looked at Wu Rong who had stood up, and then at the 'Tu Shan Jun' who had grabbed him.

How could a person be so cruel?

Erasing all his emotions and leaving only protection, this method was not just talk.

Tu Shan Jun was originally a weapon spirit. Although he could use the evil spirit to revive, and he could also recover to a good state after revival, would he be willing to be a cow and a horse after revival?

Definitely not.

The weapon spirit has its own consciousness, and the banner master who controls the magic weapon has even more.

He certainly doesn't want to have an emperor riding on his head.

If a banner master has a little bit of malice in his heart, Tu Shan Jun may never be able to recover his sanity again.

This means trusting the other party completely.

Yuan Tong really wanted to ask Tu Shan Jun: 'Is this Lord of the Underworld your biological son? Can you be so cruel? '

Erhua's Yuan Tong thought so, and so did other Daojuns. If they were in that position, would they be in such a position because of "trust"? I'm afraid they wouldn't.

As Daojuns, they have always looked down upon the world, so how could they be willing to be protectors of Dao.

"Yihua boy, if you want to lure my soul to kill you, use the soul flag to take my soul."

"Senior, your life is over, don't struggle in vain!"

Wu Rong, holding the flag, waved slowly.     Even if the other party's soul doesn't come out, and the stalemate continues, the killing array can slowly grind Yuan Tong's last armor, and then the soul can still be taken away.

With Erhua Daojun's soul, the master will surely be able to recover.

Yuan Tong, who only had a head left, sneered.

He didn't ask for help, nor did he need anyone to save him.

He was always sober, aware that he was killing people, clearing obstacles for the Ancient Immortal Tower, and clearly aware that he was making thousands of enemies, and there would be no good ending.

Do cultivators need a good ending?

Is it to enjoy the company of grandchildren and spend their old age in peace, or to go far away to continue the Taoist tradition and create a great family, or to live forever and enjoy endless wealth and glory...

None of them.

As the Dao Lord of the Killing Dao, he can only continue to go on, fighting and killing, never ending,

"From now on, the world will be overturned, why should I be reluctant to kill people."

Yuan Tong laughed loudly: "How can killing people and killing Dao compare to me."

"I am the Dao, I am the Killing Dao, killing me is killing Dao!"

"The Dao kills me!"

Buzz!

The head was broken by a long hook magic weapon.

The Jiemie Weapon pierced the Dao skull and passed through the sea of ​​consciousness to cut Yuan Tong's soul.

Killing intention.

Killing aura.

Killing Dao.

Cut off the past and the future and leave only the present.

Live in the present!

The starry sky was shaken, the world was weeping, as if wailing the return of the killing path.

There were two real late autumn flowers on the head of Yuan Tong's soul.

With their concession, another illusory flower was about to bloom.

"Three flowers gathered at the top?!"

There was only silence between heaven and earth except for the ancient sound of the Great Dao.

Those Dao Lords who wanted to come to clean up, seize treasures or have a grudge against Yuan Tong, all fell silent tacitly.

They didn't expect to witness Yuan Tong's achievement of the Three Flowers at this time.

He is worthy of being a cross-river pawn of a super power like the Ancient Immortal Tower.

His background, understanding, strength...

are all top-notch.

"The ancestor is indeed invincible!"

The prestige of the ancient immortal tower's cultivators soared.

They were crestfallen with red eyes just now, and now they were cheering and celebrating that the ancestor Yuan Tong defeated the powerful enemy again.

This battle will surely be recorded in the history of the Ancient Immortal Tower and become a model to inspire countless immortal tower monks.

Ancestor Yuan Tong realized the true self of the killing path in adversity.

In a desperate situation, he used the three flowers.

It was as if the legend was happening in front of his eyes.

They were all witnesses.

Suddenly.

The wind stopped and the thunder died down.

The movement of the Great Dao was completely eliminated.

Ancestor Yuan Tong, who was supposed to break through the Three Flowers and reshape his body, also disappeared without a trace.

"Daoyou,"

"Please enter the banner!"

The hoarse and ethereal sound of the Great Dao echoed in the furnace of heaven and earth.

Wu Rong fell back to the throne with a pale face and looked at the figure not far away from him, and laughed: "Haha...haha."

"Dispel the evil!"

The figure of 'Tu Shanjun' collapsed into a sky full of evil spirits and was reabsorbed by the soul banner.

Wu Rong returned to the throne and looked forward.

Most of the ghost soldiers and generals were killed by Yuan Tong, and now only the remnants are left.

But it doesn't matter. As long as Yuan Tong is killed, the evil spirit can be replenished, and the troops can be rebuilt, the battle formation can be reorganized, and the mythical beasts and demons can be reproduced.

"Good opportunity!"

The master of Zhenxiu Temple soared into the air, overjoyed.

Now the Taoist Yuan Tong who was practicing Taoism was taken away by the soul flag.

The body of the main soul of the weapon spirit that protected Taoism collapsed, and hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers and millions of ghost generals were killed and only defeated.

It was like the mythical Three Kings Battle Flag, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, the Two Daos of Zhu Jue, and the beasts and demons were completely annihilated in the hands of the killing Tao.

Only the Taoist Yihua, who was seriously overdrawn and had incomplete mana, was left.

And he was conserving his energy.

He had both magic and magic weapons.

Isn't it the perfect time to take action to seize the treasure.

In an instant, he was close to him.

The blade-shaped magic weapon of the master of Zhenxiu Temple was only a few feet away from Wu Rong.

"Bold!"

The remaining gods and the great saints on the giant ship shouted angrily and wanted to fly up to block it, but they were too slow.

Just when everyone thought that the war was about to break out.

Once the master of Zhenxiu Temple killed Wu Rong, the magic weapon would change its owner, which would definitely attract the Taoist masters of Xuanmen to attack together.

Now they did not move because they were afraid that the main soul of the weapon spirit had a backup plan. It happened that someone who was not afraid of death went to explore the way, so they didn't have to take action themselves.

Bang!

The master of Zhenxiu Temple felt that he had hit a big star in the starry sky.

With his strength, even a star field could be destroyed, let alone just a big star.

However, he stopped firmly in mid-air.

It felt cold.

His eyes focused on it.

The pupils of the master of Zhenxiu Temple shrank to a point.

A large bluish-white hand stretched out from the blue iron-like banner and was firmly imprinted on his face.

Then.

The owner of the ghost hand slowly walked out along the spread soul banner.