Chapter 1114 Fairness

Chapter 1114 Fairness

The spirit of the Fuhai Pot was merciless.

There was no sympathy for its ‘kind’.

With its back against the Styx, the pot transformed the world into a great formation. Even an ordinary Sanhua Daojun would be skinned if he fell into it.

She didn’t believe that such an arrogant fellow could still move freely after being refined by her Styx.

“Refine!”

Moving forward, Tushan Jun suddenly found that his five senses and six consciousnesses had disappeared.

But he was not afraid at all.

The Yin-Yang grinding wheel behind him turned into a big seal under the urging of the spell.

The Book of Life and Death in his left hand was spread out.

It moved automatically without wind.

The long scroll turned into a thick book, and the pages rustled.

He scrolled and turned to a page.

He pondered, “The target, Xiong Yingchen.”

The Yin-Yang seal was only the size of a palm, but it was as big as a star while running.

Boom!

When Xiong Yingchen reacted, the Yin-Yang seal had already shaped like Mount Dongyue.

Mount Tai was pressing down on his head.

In just one encounter, his protective Qi was crushed, and his magic weapon and armor also shattered at the same time, and his body was completely annihilated in the flying seal transformed by the Yin-Yang millstone.

"Ah!"

The scream was drowned in the explosion.

The Styx formation collapsed more than half after Xiong Yingchen died.

The look of the Fu Hai Hu spirit changed drastically. She didn't expect that she still couldn't stop Tu Shanjun after doing so much.

Tu Shanjun, who had recovered his five senses and six consciousnesses, hesitated slightly, and his eyes shone with divine light: "Daoyou can still move freely after the death of the weapon master. What do you rely on?"

"Forget it, Daoyou won't tell me."

"I'll check it myself."

The Flying Star Yin-Yang Seal was suspended behind Tu Shanjun. He had broken through time and space and appeared in front of the Fu Hai Hu spirit. The purple-black oval rough nails touched the forehead of the beauty.

The Fu Hai Hu spirit's eyes flashed with panic and helplessness, and shouted: "What are you waiting for?"

The magic power hit.

Tushanjun raised his arm to block.

Bang!

Tushanjun stepped back ten steps and looked down at his arm.

The steam transformed from the immortal body was quickly repairing his wound.

The afterglow of the Dao circulated the mysterious power of life and death and woven into silk threads.

Standing next to the Fuhaihu spirit was a tall monk of the Hades clan. He was at least ten feet tall, with long black hair like mane, a pair of demon eyes on his indigo-blue face, and a faint smile on his lips: "Daoyou hit too hard, how come you don't know how to be gentle with women."

Tushanjun glanced at the other party, and said while flipping through the Book of Life and Death: "I am a ghost, useless, why should I be gentle with women."

"Daoyou is really humorous." Xiong Jianzun laughed.

He now likes this spirit a little bit.

"Xiao Jian Zun, Sanhua Daojun."

Tu Shanjun found the other party's message and said coldly: "I have informed fellow Daoist Xuehai in advance. Don't hinder the unification of the northwest. As Sanhua Daojun, I should also expand the territory."

"The Hades occupy the best section of the Hades River. Do they want to point out the internal affairs of other princes?"

"Before leaving, the ancestor did say not to care about the situation in the northwest."

Xiao Jian Zun picked his nails and blew some dust. The powder enveloped Xiong Yingchen's soul and reshaped his body in a short time.

Xiong Yingchen touched his head and saluted to the Hades Daojun: "Thank you, Daojun!"

When he turned his head to look at Tu Shanjun, he was full of fear.

Tu Shanjun's face was quite calm. It was not so easy to reshape the body of a person killed by the Yin-Yang Seal. Now at most he was just holding on to prevent the soul from being consumed.

Xiong Jianzun nodded and continued: "How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed? After you unify the northwest, do you want to go south? It's not that the Ming Clan wants to interfere in the internal affairs of other princes, but your existence threatens us."

"I give you two choices."

"One: Maintain the status quo and everyone will live in peace."

"Two: You take Wu Daoyou as a guest elder of my Ming Clan, and the upper reaches of the Ming River will belong to you."

"What do you think?"

The black-robed monk in the void snorted coldly.

The Ming Clan is really unreliable. They even want to recruit the Lord of the Underworld who holds the Zunhun Banner.

How could he let such a situation happen, so he said: "Your plan is going to fail. I heard that all monks who hold the Zunhun Banner will have a hard time ending up well. After death, they will all enter the banner as a service soul. Even if you want to hold it, you have to think about it."

"It's hard not to be suspicious. The devil soldiers devour the master."

Xiong Jianzun's flying look stagnated.

Tushanjun looked for the source of the voice, and the one who spoke should also be a Sanhua Daojun.

He moved his nose.

He sneered, "The ghost spirit can't be hidden."

"I wondered who it was, it turned out to be a fellow Taoist from the ghost clan."

"There is not much conflict of interest between our underworld and the underworld clan. Even if we want to go south, the underworld clan can stay safe and sound. The ghost clan is different. The existence of the underworld not only cuts off your foundation, but also the underworld will strengthen in the future and deal with the ghost cultivators who have reached the end of their lifespan."

The black-robed monk walked out of the void, hugged his shoulders and laughed, "You think it's really simple, I'm afraid you'll have to die here now."

He looked at Xiong Jianzun, "Fellow Taoist, one flower and three flowers are completely different. The cultivator just now couldn't exert the strength of fellow Taoist Fu Hai."

"If the three of us join forces, even if he is powerful, how long can he exert it? You don't know yet, the one in the underworld has hidden his cultivation and is now in the realm of two flowers."

"Sixty years ago, he turned into a flower, but he was promoted to two flowers in Jiazi. The Zunhun Banner hides a big secret."

"Defeat this person, kill the Lord of the Underworld, and you and I will compete fairly for the magic weapon."

Xiong Jianzun was immediately moved. After the three of them joined forces, he was still two to one in the Fuhaihu, and had the greatest chance of winning.

He was a little surprised that Wu Rong had cultivated to the second flower, but then he realized it.

Wu Rong held the soul flag and carried the destiny.

Once the northwest was stable, the power of the underworld expanded, and his cultivation naturally rose. If he unified the upper, middle and lower reaches of the Styx, he should be able to gather the three flowers at the top of his head.

If the cloudy sky was reversed.

Change of dynasty.

The Great Dao imprinted the world?

Emperor!

Great supernatural power.

Xiong Jianzun's eyes were as hot as the dark waves.

This is a road to becoming an emperor that can be seen by the naked eye.

Staying in the Styx can only achieve the three flowers gathering at the top of the head.

There is also the ancestor above him. As a latecomer, it is conceivable how difficult it is for him to become an emperor.

The ancestor is the fastest one, one step faster, every step faster. As a cultivator of the underworld, the ancestor refined the middle section of the Styx and faced the sky, wanting to evolve the blood sea into an emperor.

What should he do?

Only another way can be found.

The strong are respected.

As long as he can get the Zunhun Banner, he will have a road to the emperor.

The three existing paths have evolved into a prototype, and the rest is to spread all over the world.

As for whether Tushan Jun will cooperate with him, he believes that there is nothing that cannot be discussed after Wu Rong's death.

In front of the emperor's road, it is also common for masters and apprentices to turn against each other. Cultivators have no eternal friends or eternal enemies. Everything must give way to cultivation and the great way.

While others have not discovered it, he must take the lead.

Xiong Jianzun stepped forward and said loudly: "Daoyou, it is most beneficial for you to cooperate with the underworld. As long as Daoyou is willing, the underworld will do its best to help Daoyou."

Tushan Jun's eyes wandered and said: "What should I do?"

"Daoyou just need to change a soldier master."

"As a weapon spirit, I believe Daoyou should be able to do it." Xiong Jianzun still did not give up persuading.

Appeal to emotion and reason.

"Who to change?"

...

All the cultivators on the giant ship heard the conversation between Daojun.

They all looked at the great man in the robes on the throne.

Many of the saints thought this was a good idea. If they wanted to unify, they had to unite the strong.

The palace master Wu Rong was still too weak. Even if he was a second-flower Taoist, he was still not good enough in front of the big clan. When Wu Rong cultivated to the third flower, it would be better to find a third-flower Taoist to take charge of the soul flag.

"What will the Taoist choose?"

No one answered.

Qiu Long Jue opened his mouth but said nothing.

Yuan Tian.

Tu Shanjun sneered: "You?"

"Of course." Xiong Jianzun nodded calmly.

"I think you don't like it."

Xiong Jianzun was stunned for a moment.

He asked without reacting for a while: "What do you mean?"

Tu Shanjun's fangs moved, and he uttered: "You don't deserve it!"

Xiong Jianzun's face was instantly ashen.

"Three against one, Taoist friend dares to say such arrogant words."

"What are you still talking about, do it! "

The spirit of the Fu Hai Hu roared in anger.

Having suffered a loss at the hands of the Bingzhu just now, it is now under the control of Xiong Jianzun.

The Three Flower Daoist Master plus her Three Flower Spirit are enough to destroy this opponent.

"That's right!"

"Kill!"

The three of them attacked immediately.

Boom!

The galaxy trembled.

The void exploded into an abyss that could not be relied on.

Tu Shanjun, who was in the center, could not escape being submerged by the three Daos.

The body was shattered in the violent roar.

"Unable to withstand a single blow! ”

…

"Daojun"

"Qi Ling Patriarch"

“…”

"Oh my God"

The cultivators on the giant ship cried out in surprise, one after another. They never thought that three Daojuns would appear in Linhai City, and they were targeting the Qi Ling Daojun of the underworld.

One against three, it's not fair.

However, there is no absolute fairness in the battle between Daojuns.

The cultivators, who felt like they had lost their parents, found it hard to accept for a while.

At that time.

A drop of Dao blood in the shattered void turned into evil spirit and flew back.

Falling into a blue-white ghost hand.

A squeeze, a twist.

The owner of the ghost hand laughed: "Three against one is indeed unfair."

Twist.

The hair crown fell.

The robe fluttered.

The hoarse and ethereal voice of the demon god came.

"Three thousand golden medals, chop my coffin to ascend to immortality."

"The will of the immortal to ascend to heaven, the Dao and the demon body cultivation!"

"Ascend to immortality."

"Start! ”

In a flash, he had three heads and six arms.

The faces of the Immortal Lord and the Demon God were separated.

The six arms twisted their fingers, and the three heads chanted the Taoist formula together.

"Great magical power."

"One breath turns into three pure ones!"

Took a step forward.

The immortal body and the demon body broke free from the evil ghost body and walked out.

The three bodies separated.

The exiled Immortal Lord was extraordinary in divinity.

He kindly put the green cloth of the soul flag on Wu Rong.

The demon god was as evil as the abyss of the sky.

With a wave of his hand, the demonic energy filled the sky.

The green-faced evil ghost in the main body took the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

"The great magical power of Taoism, one breath turns into three pure ones!"

"..."

"What you did just now was just a drop of Taoist blood of the ancestor?"

"It's just the blood body."

"This is the true body of the ancestor. "

The cultivators shouted excitedly.

It is rare for such a great skill to be performed.

It is a great blessing for them to watch this battle.

Yushe Dunyi had a complicated expression. His three-flower body skill was considered an alternative one-qi-transformed-three-purities. Seeing the great power of this skill again, he missed it a bit.

White.

Blue.

Black.

The three-purities stood with horns.

The evil ghost body flew into the air.

"Three against three."

"Fair!"

The Three Pure Ones said in unison.