Chapter 1147: Fighting the Immortal [Additional Chapter for ‘Shennong Tasting Hundreds of Herbs’]

The heroes were shocked!

The arrogant Tushanjun died unexpectedly.

The scorching heat of the abyss that was shattered by the hammer just now still lingers beside him.

The bridge connecting Moyuan and Donghuang was broken by him.

Many great powers joined forces to block the magical power, so that the Soul Reverend Banner did not burn the flames of war in the vast territory of the Eastern Wasteland.

However, in just a blink of an eye, such a terrifying monk was beheaded.

The red-haired head rolled down.

The immortal body still maintained the movement about to take action.

"Master!" Wu Rong's eyes widened in anger, and the 'wind' flag in front of the case flew into the sky like a small dragon.

"Junior brother!" The five elders could not hide their shock, but they were more worried about Tu Shanjun's life.

"Brother!"

Many elders of the Immortal Sect stood stunned on the spot.

"..."

"Ancestor!"

"God!"

The silence was broken for a moment as the voices gathered together.

The momentum of the underworld army was greatly reduced, and the expression of the great saints of the hundreds of tribes changed drastically. They really did not expect such a situation.

The appearance of the Chi Emperor Sword completely turned the tide of the battle.

The underworld army that was supposed to swallow up Tianyuan had to retreat into the Dutian Ghost King's killing formation.

Moreover, the ghost array is no longer safe now. Once the old Taoist king is completely dead, they will be insignificant dust to Yan Fu who holds the ancestral weapons.

The arm of Ghost God Tushanjun slowly dropped down.

Bah!

A mysterious black demonic hand grasped the divine weapon.

The trinity of demons emerged from the shadows to replace the ghosts and gods.

Black and red silk threads appeared to reconnect the fallen head.

"The power of the ancestors!"

The underworld army roared and roared, venting their fear just now.

The Seal of the Ghost King emerged, Wu Rong integrated it into the heaven and earth, and ordered the army: "Kill."

"Kill Shen Moyuan."

"Kill until the evil spirit is sufficient!"

He has completely seen that the teacher with the Three Purities Technique is no longer the opponent of Yan Fu, and must be supplemented by endless evil energy.

At the same time, he also needs land to further his path.

For the current plan, the only way is to kill Shen Moyuan and seize the endless evil energy, thus making the teacher Tushanjun completely immortal.

"kill!"

The underworld army came out in full force.

In this battle, one must fight to the death and create immeasurable evil energy.

Tushanjun, the Three Pure Ones, roared:

"Ghost King"

"Reincarnation!"

The Ghost King of Dutian led the Yin soldiers and ghosts like a tide of clouds and seas to come through the air, and countless lights and shadows were like immortal light and mysterious breath, converging on the body of Sanqing Tushanjun.

The two illusory figures in the trinity are completely solidified. As the ghosts, gods and immortals merge into the Tao body, the green iron face in the center regains dominance.

The starry sky trembled.

The world is shaking.

Buzz!

The universe seemed unable to carry his body.

Shattered and collapsed into nothingness.

The traces of the avenue are like spider webs cracking the domain barrier.

One after another, there are deep and strange mysterious breaths.

Billions of Yin soldiers, tens of millions of ghost generals, and the souls of eleven Taoist monarchs gathered in the body.

life and death,

yin and yang,

Reincarnation.

Burning fire will never destroy the sky.

spirits,

Demon Lord,

Banish the king.

The Three Pure Ones become a war immortal.

Awesome!

Carry ten flags on your back.

The scarlet red hair is flying wildly, the yin and yang millstone is hanging behind him, and the hammer in his hand is burning the fire of karma in the three extreme realms, like the intertwining of blood vessels and flesh and blood, shining with the divine light of ancient times.

His eyes were as cold as lightning.

The aura of the avenue around the undead body is as mysterious as fairy light, crushing the sky and the earth, and suppressing the boundless vastness.

call!

Ember tail flames exhaled from the gap between the fangs.

Tushanjun felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

This is his ultimate magical power.

The combination of the Three Pure Ones and the Ghost King is the complete and most real combat power.

Like a resurrected ancient warrior immortal.

Unlock the great scroll of life and death, covering the world.

"Soldiers!"

laugh!

The fighting skills are brilliant.

The old ape in cassocks in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly jumped up and completely merged into Tu Shanjun's body.

The blood of the Immortal Eye turned into red gold pupils.

After two thousand years of quenching, the demon apes have reached the sky!

"What kind of magical power is this?"

"His energy has reached its peak, right?"

"More than that, he probably already possesses great supernatural powers, but he just hasn't reached the level yet."

"Is it really a technique?"

"Why do I feel that this is the power he should have unleashed."

"..."

"Isn't this really the destiny of the heir of the military art and the holder of the imperial sword?" Gu Huojin was amazed.

For a moment just now, he felt that he had asked for help at the wrong time, and the outcome had already been decided, but now it seemed that the real battle had just begun.

The heroes looked shocked.

Silence fell.

This is clearly a struggle for supremacy in the Imperial Road.

Regardless of whether it was Yan Fu who shattered the divine weapon or the spirit of the divine weapon devoured Yan Fu, they could all see that there would definitely be a winner or lose between the two of them, and perhaps there would be births of the 'Infinite Lord, the Buddha, the Sanxian, the Ancient Emperor, the Ancient Emperor' Emperor...', but he is definitely a person with great supernatural powers.

As witnesses, they are enough to go down in history, but they feel sad for no reason.

Many Taoist heroes in ancient and modern times fell at the last step.

There were already two people walking in front of them, but they could only be spectators.

Wow, what a shame.

God's will is so high that it cannot be asked. Where is the path to the great god?

Bang!

Take one step.

War Immortal Tushanjun swung out with a hammer.

Push thousands of stars across the board.

The divine energy bursts into pieces.

The world turned into a thin piece of ice that broke into pieces at the touch of a touch.

The infinite divine power made the hammer like Mount Tai rush forward.

Boom!

The Great Dao collided.

The imperial soldier cut through the chaos edge, so fast that even the Great Dao Lord who was watching the battle could not see it clearly.

In an instant, Yan Fu had appeared in front of him.

The pupils of the war immortal Tushan Lord were shocked, but he did not have any intention of retreating. He roared fiercely, and his blood was burning wildly.

The yin and yang grinding wheel behind him turned like a windmill, like a loom of fate to decompose the mysterious magic light, melt the pressure of the imperial soldier and wipe out the killing method of the ancestor god: "Kill!"

The imperial soldier and the extreme divine soldier blasted against each other.

Everyone could no longer see the two monks who were close to the great supernatural power.

Although they were all Great Dao Lords with three flowers gathered at the top of their heads, and the divine power of the sky eye could see the Great Dao clearly, they could not catch the two people at all, leaving only the roar of two heavens and earth.

The Great Dao method destroyed the heaven and earth, and the Tianyuan battle line, which was originally a rotten iron, became sand and dust, and the war burned into the endless Demon Abyss.

On one side is Yanfu, who holds the imperial weapon and steps on the Demon Abyss with endless power.

On the other side is Tushanjun, who is the reincarnation of the Three Pure Ones and the ghost king, and has transformed into a war immortal with all his magical powers.

The fight between the two made everyone tremble, and even the cultivators below the Daojun could not resist the aftermath and would be annihilated.

Tushanjun, who entered the Demon Abyss, was full of shock.

The sky eye bursting with karmic fire pushed away the clouds.

He actually found that Yanfu's breath was connected with the Demon Abyss, as if the Demon Heaven provided Yanfu with endless power.

"Oh my God!"

In the one-six-nine-one-book-one-bar, there is no wrong version!

Tushanjun's roar tore the sky, and the main pole of the soul flag soared like a pillar of heaven, reaching the nine heavens and the nine abyss: "Why give him power!"

"Why?!"

Bang!

Tushanjun, who turned into a war immortal, fell down after fighting for thousands of moves.

The impact completely plowed a small area.

Several large stars exploded.

Puff!

Black gold Dao blood gushed out, and the immortal Dao body and the nail hammer were even more scarred.

If it was just the emperor's weapon, he could still fight with the blessing of the weapon and the supreme divine weapon soul flag.

But when he broke into the devil's heaven, he found out that he was wrong. Yan Fu's aura not only did not dim, but it surged again because of the devil's heaven.

Now Yan Fu is completely a great supernatural being with no realm but only power.

A knife scar was cut on his chest that injured his internal organs. Tu Shanjun took in less air and exhaled more. Even the nail hammer in his hand became tattered. Without any hesitation, he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the soul flag.

Eat yourself and reshape immortality!

"You are really tenacious."

Yan Fu looked at such a fierce Tu Shanjun with a flash of vigilance in his eyes, which was completely covered by confidence in an instant.

He has entered the devil's abyss and turned from a Buddha into a demon. Although he has no realm, he has the power of great supernatural powers. He also holds the emperor's sword. Even if he faces the blood sea ancestor, he can win, not to mention that he is just a divine weapon spirit with extreme Taoist skills.

A divine weapon is a divine weapon, and it is still a divine weapon even if it is limited to the world.

All are ants under great magical powers.

No matter how powerful a divine weapon is, it will be crushed by an imperial weapon.

After wiping off the bruises on his arm, Yan Fu sighed, "You question the heavens, but you don't understand that God's will is in my hands!"

"I want to see whether you live faster or I kill faster."

"Die!"

The immortal Tu Shanjun was unwilling to roar, but the gap between divine weapons and imperial weapons was too big.

At the moment when Yan Fu used his great magical power, the main pole of the Zunhun Banner, the nail hammer, could no longer bear the heavy load.

Tu Shanjun's body was also reduced to ashes at the same time.

"Not good!"

Cloak opened a red-gold ghost eye.

The speed of the elders still couldn't keep up with Yan Fu.

Zi Daoxu's five-color divine light also couldn't withstand the sharpness of the imperial soldiers. He was so anxious that he called for weapons again: "Five-color wheel!"

"Why don't you come?!"

The five-color imperial soldiers of Tianyang Divine Sect trembled endlessly, as if responding to their masters. Unfortunately, Zi Daoxu was not the ancestor of the Divine Sect after all, and the imperial soldiers were still distinguishing.

"No!"

Puff.

The sword pierced through the heart.

Wu Rong opened his mouth but couldn't make any byte sound, and the Great Dao also perished at this moment.

Tu Shanjun, who should have revived, suddenly found himself disappearing, and he had to return to the original form of the weapon.

"After all, I still lost."

"Alas!"

"Now even if a great master takes action, I'm afraid he can't defeat Yanfu in the Demon Abyss."

"Sad, lamentable..."

"What a pity."

The expressions of the great powers were complicated.

...

"Heaven and earth are the inns of all things;"

"Time is the passerby of hundreds of generations!"

Xiong Jianzun exploded and burned blood.

Stretched out his dark hand as if to grab something in the void.

The divine eye shattered with a loud bang, and blood and tears flowed.

The three flowers on the top of the head bloomed to the utmost, and the infinite breath of Tao locked the heaven and earth. He strode forward, chanted in a long voice, and screamed: "The world is reversed, and time is reversed."

"Give me..."

"Go back!"

Buzz!

The black hair withered in an instant.

The magic weapon Dingkong Pillar exploded into pieces.

Time and space seemed to be paused at this time.

At the same time.

Everything that happened to Wu Rong really seemed to be reversed and flowed back.

In an instant.

Everyone was in a trance.

…

A trace of vigilance flashed in the eyes of Yan Fu holding a knife.

Why did he feel a little familiar.

The fully recovered war immortal Tushanjun opened his eyes wide with anger.

He has the Great Way of Reincarnation. Others don't know what happened just now, but he remembers it completely.

The withered and mummy-like Xiong Jianzun couldn't take a step forward, staggered to the ground, and fainted.

"Not good!"

Grand Elder Zhou Wuzi said in horror: "It must be the Great Dao of Retracing, otherwise the evil Daoist friend would not be so miserable, then..."

"Wu Rong died just now?"

Elder Ping looked solemn and dignified.

Senior Brother Broken Arm said in a deep voice: "We are fine, which means we can't stop it."

"There is only one way."

"What?"

"Sacrifice the soldiers!"

Elder Ping said fiercely: "All my immortal sect cultivators, get on the banner!"

Ping Chaojing ignored the expressions of the crowd, he seemed to have issued a final cry, carrying the magic weapon and his flesh and blood into the Zunhun Banner.

"Senior Brother Ping!"

Everyone was in great sorrow, but they were not immersed in it.

The boy let out a long roar: "I'm leaving!"

Bang.

Another top three flower Dao Lord's soul.

"Taiyi should rise."

"Xianzong cultivators, follow me to sacrifice the soldiers!"

Swoosh!

One by one, Dao Lords flew in the air.

As strong as a meteor.

No farewell!

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