Chapter 1139: Magnificent

"Get together." Old man Zhou, who had broken his leg, said sternly.

Master Boy turned his head and said, "We have also killed Sanhua Taoist Lord. The aura on Yan Fu's body is unusual, so be careful."

The strong man with a broken arm shouted from the urn: "Don't let any powerful man break through the defense line we forged."

"Look at this big banner!"

Granny Qin, who was covered with imperial gauze, pointed at the long flag.

"A disciple of my Immortal Sect."

"Those who die and disappear, enter the banner!"

"Junior brother, please strengthen my Immortal Sect!" Granny Qin looked at Tu Shanjun.

All the elders of Taiyi Shengxian Sect handed over their hands.

in unison:

"Senior brother, please strengthen my Immortal Sect!"

The Great Elder Chongming of the Tianyang Divine Sect roared: "Even if we shed the last drop of phoenix blood, we will fight until every soldier is killed, and we will never take a step back!"

"Don't retreat!"

"Don't retreat!"

The murderous master shouted: "Cover the old Taoist master and charge forward!"

The eight Dao Lords were in the shape of a guard, covering the 'Tushan Lord' in the middle. Dozens of Dao Lords who were also flying away were as powerful as their bare arms.

In the changing formation, it was like a long sword splitting open the barrier of the Demonic Abyss. The Demonic Qi rushed towards the face, and what caught the eye was the towering Dao Xuan Qi.

Those were obviously the powerful Dao Lords who were fighting against them.

Tushanjun had no time to think and be moved. He had to concentrate on the battlefield.

win.

It is worth a thousand words.

Divine consciousness spans the sky and encompasses the universe.

Among the countless figures, he suddenly locked onto Yan Fu, who was surrounded by many great powers in the battle formation.

Wearing a Xuanxian crown and a Taoist robe, the Buddha's rosary is spinning in his hand.

Jamfu Daojun stood up slowly.

The power beside you steps into the sky.

Only a few of the hundreds of Dao Lords showed their figures.

"Huh, don't you dare to see people?" Lord Jiji sneered.

He never covers himself when blocking others, which is a reflection of his strength.

Even if this group of cowards who are greedy for life and fear of death are superior in numbers, without courage, in his eyes, they are just cowards hiding their heads and showing their tails.

"careful."

"I have recognized several fellow Taoists."

Old man Zhou, who had no legs, sent a message to Lord Yoshima.

His eyes were full of solemnity.

It can be said that they hide their heads and show their tails, but it is undeniable that these people are strong.

There are more than ten Sanhua Dao Lords alone, more than double their number.

A small difference in fighting at the same level can determine the outcome. Now that the opponent has a numerical advantage, the difference is even greater.

They are the monks who crawled out from the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood. Otherwise, if they were monks who had not gone through the battle on the avenue, they would probably turn around and tear open the void.

"pity……"

Lord Yoshima sighed secretly. He should continue to work hard to convince the clan monks not to follow his arrogant temper. If he had the support of the Nether Clan, the pressure of this battle would be greatly reduced.

Although he himself understood that it was impossible for the Underworld clan to take action because of his persuasion.

Whoever wins, who they help.

This is the key to the large clans being able to maintain their heritage, and it is also the confidence that enables them to become mere wallflowers.

The reason for not taking advantage of the emptiness of the underworld and taking over the underworld is because the underworld has won a game.

"Daojun is three times more powerful than us."

"Whoever loses the ball gets into the flag."

"I didn't plan to come back alive from this battle."

"..."

As the main force, the elders of Taiyi Shengxian Sect communicated with each other.

…

Gui Fangfu stood in front of him with a carefree attitude, raised his hands and said: "Old ghost Ping, you Taiyi Shengxian Sect's old, weak, sick and disabled people are all coming out, do you intend to destroy the sect? Why don't you go back now, and wait for us to kill the underworld? So that you can continue to watch for a long time, otherwise you will have to die obediently when your life span is up. "

Another Sanhua powerful man wearing a black iron mask glanced over indifferently and said: "You are right, we are not willing to die obediently."

"Practice is for immortality."

The old man took the words and said with a smile: "Now that you have finally achieved immortality, you still want to put a knife on our necks again?"

"The underworld wants to follow the path of the ancient divine court, but we will never agree."

"Whoever helps the underworld is the enemy of the monks in the world."

Everyone spoke, and the one who spoke was all Sanhua Daojun. In this war, only Sanhua Daojun could speak. Even if the rest have something to say, they must keep it in their hearts and communicate with each other.

Ping Chao Jing's haggard finger pointed at the other person, then moved away to point at another person, and called out names: "Old Monster Huang, Hua Lao Gui, King Xiaoyao Dao, God of Disease, Taoist Immortal, Upside Down Bodhisattva, King of Joy, King Qilin, Tie Xianhou..."

Only after he named nine in a row did he put down his finger and said: "There are not many Taoists in the world, and there are even fewer who can top the three flowers."

"I can't know them all."

The expressions of the Sanhua Daojun who were named had different expressions. Some simply took off their disguises, while others were unmoved. They came to kill people, not to recognize people.

Even if they could name everyone, they still wouldn't be able to stop their will to destroy the Soul Flag and destroy the underworld. Maybe other forces would have to thank them for their intervention.

Cut off the underworld and rise up, destroy the wheel-turning king.

"Exhaustion of lifespan will eventually have an impact on Taoism. If you are not afraid of death, you can try the long sword in my hand." Ping Chaojing took a step forward and held down the sword box.

"snort!"

"Old ghost Ping."

"Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you." Tie Xianhou walked out of the crowd.

"Don't worry, fellow railroaders, we'll join forces." The old Taoist smiled and went out to fight.

The sick god laughed loudly and formed a triangle formation: "I've heard that Ping Chao's swordsmanship can reach the gods, so why don't you let me, the sick god, weigh you in?"

"Come!"

The four people immediately split the void.

"I've heard long ago that Taoist Qin from Taiyi Shengxian Sect is unparalleled." King Huanxi walked out of the crowd and looked at Granny Qin.

Granny Qin, who was covered in imperial gauze, sneered: "You are no match for me."

"What if we include a poor monk?" The Upside Down Bodhisattva took action and tore open the sky above.

Senior Brother Zhou, whose legs were gone, sat cross-legged on a jade blanket.

One pointed at four of them.

Immediately, Taiyi Xuanguang illuminated the sky and the earth across time and space, and pulled everyone in without hesitation.

"Don't rob me, leave these three people to me." The boy, who has returned to his youth, tore through the ripples.

Chongming Daojun burned the phoenix living flames on his body, burning out a side of the universe: "Everyone, take action!"

"Those two are yours, and the rest is mine."

"No objection?"

Tu Shanjun looked sideways at Ji Jianzun and pointed at five of them.

The last two people left were slightly weaker.

The murderer did his duty.

He had already taken advantage. He had mastered the spiritual weapons and was able to deal with two people. It was because of the care given to him by many seniors that he had a one-on-one opportunity.

Except for him, all the seniors were in pairs.

Especially Tushanjun, not only had to fight five people, but also had to deal with Yanfu.

It was too late for him to be grateful, so how could he have any objections.

He didn't break through the void alone. He wanted to sit in the army.

In a one-on-one situation, try your best to withstand the confrontation between the backbones, that is, the battle between Erhua and Ichika.

With him taking care of it, the situation would not be completely bad.

If you really can't, you can still help out.

As the blockers left one by one.

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Tushanjun, holding a banner, walked towards the sacred tree.

The five people looked at each other.

As Tushanjun advances, he slowly retreats.

Old Monster Huang said in a deep voice: "Since you are a magic weapon, why do you have to go against the will of heaven? The imperial path is not the only one. If fellow Taoist is willing to dissolve the underworld, I don't mind being a middleman and letting fellow Taoist take over the East Wasteland." , use the heaven-repairing method to refine the heaven and earth, master the power of reincarnation, and achieve the full reincarnation fruit."

Everyone was shocked.

King Xi hurriedly spoke: "If fellow Taoist is willing to give up..."

Tushanjun said nothing and only moved forward.

Majestic and proud.

Look down on the world.

"You don't have to waste your words."

"That day, the Pure Land Buddha persuaded him to become a Buddha and offered him the Buddha's throne, but he remained unmoved."

"Ask yourself, are you qualified to persuade him?"

"In his eyes, you are just the materials for him to become emperor."

Yan Fu spoke very calmly and indifferently.

But what he said is the truth.

Sanhua Daojun is indeed an unparalleled strong man, but compared with Buddha and Lao, there is a huge difference.

Even the Buddha and Lao's persuasion could not sway him, so how could they let the main soul destroy the way.

"snort."

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

The Immortal King angrily reprimanded, his eyes behind the mask full of hostility.

Some even got furious.

It turns out that Chakravartin was not thinking, but was treating them as if they were nothing. How arrogant is this!

However, what a pride.

Red-haired waterfall.

The top corner points to the sky.

There was no expression on the iron-like face.

Even if he is an enemy, he can't help but feel a bit of respect.

At least he's here.

Dare to come.

Dare to join the battle.

Everyone stopped talking.

Useless nonsense.

The Taoist heart of the main soul weapon spirit is indestructible.

Lord Jambu Dao sits on the throne in the Tianque of the shrine, with the ancient branches of the crooked neck behind him stretching across the sky.

Laughed.

There was endless calm in his eyes: "I defeated countless people and walked on this road destined to be difficult. I gave you time to catch up. Now, you are finally here."

"I didn't expect it to be you."

Yan Fu was filled with emotions.

He thought about who it would be and what kind of enemy he should face.

Some people walked faster than him, but they didn't notice the former kid catching up.

"The qualifications of the extraterrestrial devil are really extraordinary!"

"What do you mean?" King Xi looked at Yan Fu for a moment.

Gui Fangfu asked: "What did you say he was?"

The Immortal King was stunned.

Old Monster Huang also looked surprised.

The beast-eyed Sanhua Daojun narrowed his eyes.

Yan Fu smiled and said: "You are all wrong. He is not a weapon spirit. He is actually an extraterrestrial demon who was disguised as a weapon spirit by unknown means."

"It's not a disguise. He was indeed made into a weapon, and there should be someone with great magical powers behind him. Otherwise, how could he, a weapon spirit, possess all the magical powers of the demon from outside the realm?"

…

"The demons outside the territory are different. They have the magical power to integrate everything into their own cultivation."

"From this point of view, he is indeed an extraterrestrial demon."

"It's unbelievable that a monk captured a demon and made it into a magical weapon."

"What a powerful method this is!"

Tushanjun stared at the crooked-necked tree in the distance, and then gradually withdrew his gaze.

His identity was still leaked.

Yan Fu knew him when he was young.

There is nothing wrong with knowing his heel.

Saying it now is just to make him confused.

Unfortunately, he is no longer afraid of his identity being exposed.

Tu Shanjun smiled and opened his fangs lightly: "After all these years, haven't you realized that you will never be free with these little tricks?"

"What's not a trick?"

"strength!"

"Let's end it."

The soul flag flicked.

One section was pinched by ghost hands.

The nail hammer at the end flew like a meteorite, like Mount Tai.

The secret was twisted.

The magic power came.

The sky and the earth were dark for a moment.