Chapter 510 Ten Thousand Ghosts

"It's over, it's over..."

The demon who had just swallowed a Foundation-Building Yin God looked sad.

Now we are living a good life, so how come we have another great monk? Judging from the old devil's nervousness, the monk he faced this time was definitely unusual.

"This is where I've left my life." With tears in his eyes, the demon grabbed another Xuesha Sect monk and pulled out the Yinshen. He was about to throw it into his mouth and swallow it, but then he thought of something and just grabbed it and didn't dare to swallow it.

What I didn't say was that the method of absorbing demonic energy and evil spirit did not stop for a moment, but accelerated a lot, for fear that these monks of the Blood Evil Sect would become the nourishment of the old man in rags.

The devil lives on food, how could he just watch these possessions being snatched away?

His eyes rolled again.

If the old devil dies, it will be free, which is a good thing, but I don't know if the great monk who just appeared can beat the old devil to death.

Thinking of this, it couldn't help but raise its head in hope, and took a closer look at the fire phoenix entrenched on Yang Zongchen's shoulder and said, "It's not over yet. We must kill the old devil, Tianyang Shenzong's... Turkey Uncle?"

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"Hahaha, what a shameless statement!"

Yang Zongchen laughed loudly.

He comes from the Tianyang Divine Sect in the Eastern Wilderness, and is a genius within the sect. This bumpkin actually said arrogantly that he wanted to stop him. I don’t know who it was just now, but it was almost killed by Yang Yan.

Anyway, no matter how many Nascent Soul cultivators they are, they will all die in his hands.

This is not only the information provided by the Blood Evil Sect, they don't care about the Blood Evil Sect at all, but such a great alchemy master who can refine the Dragon Mark Infant Transformation Pill can never be a help to the real person Yuyan.

'It's a pity that they still found out about this, allowing Zi Daoxu to escape. ’ A shadowy light flashed in Yang Zongchen’s eyes. He originally wanted to find a chance to get rid of Zi Daoxu, but he didn’t expect his master to follow him.

Otherwise, with Uncle Na Dequan alone, he would have taken action long ago.

If Zi Daoxu is not dead, then he is not dead. There are plenty of ways to come back to the sect. However, these helpers must be cut off to prevent those who protect Zi Daoxu's faction from adding Nascent Soul cultivators in the future.

With that kind of dragon-tiger energy, he was able to refine a Transforming Infant Pill with 30% to 40% potency. This person was indeed a great talent.

Yang Zongchen looked at you and said in a deep voice: "Since you are the master of alchemy, if you can plant a slave seal to make alchemy for my sect, I will not be able to consider sparing your life."

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Tushanjun's eyes were as cold as a knife, and it hurt his life.

Instead of using his words, he whispered to Zhenjun Taiyi: "My Taoist friends already know the secret method of Lingbao..."

"Just leave it to me."

Hearing the words coming from behind, Tu Shanjun was doubtful, but still didn't take a step forward.

True Monarch Taiyi is certainly powerful, but the person who came here is a great Nascent Soul monk from the Tianyang Divine Sect. He is also a top-notch genius even in the Eastern Wilderness Realm. Even though he is only in the middle Nascent Soul stage, the opponent can even surpass those in the late Nascent Soul stage. Monk.

"Don't worry, I, True Lord Taiyi, am not in vain." True Lord Taiyi smiled and held out the white pagoda in his hand. The pagoda hovered three inches above his head and covered it with a magic shield of blooming light.

Click.

The tower body rotates and separates into eight layers, with the top part falling like a crown on the top of the head, and the remaining parts turn into armor plates attached to the torso, arms, and legs, and turn into a layer of soft clothing that is like skin but extremely soft to wrap around the body.

The core of the tower in his hand turned into a six-in-one prism, spinning like a constantly changing Luban lock.

With the tower on his body, Taiyi Zhenjun's aura around his body was round and unified, and the rising spiritual intelligence was like shining starlight connected into a curtain of light. Even his own aura was improved to be similar to that of Yang Zongchen at this time.

"It hasn't been used for a long time."

Taiyi Zhenjun stretched his body, and the Liuhe Prism in his hand turned into a giant floating at his feet under the urging of magic power. As the prism rotated, the inscriptions lit up, and magic shields piled up and formed.

Tu Shanjun looked at it with his mouth agape.

He really underestimated Taiyi Zhenjun. This spiritual treasure turned out to be multi-functional.

Half a month ago, I mentioned some of the magical powers of the two, but in fact there are many other things that I have not fully mentioned. After all, the two have only known each other for a short time, so how could they tell all the trump cards.

Moreover, many of Taiyi Zhenjun did not say anything because the inheritance was unspeakable.

Tu Shanjun didn't care about this, and he didn't reveal all the functions of the Soul Flag and what he knew about it. Demonstrating all the trump cards that one relies on for survival is not being honest but being a fool.

See this.

Not only was Tushanjun not angry, but he was happy in his heart.

Taiyi Zhenjun is worthy of being a veteran monk, and the little bit of impermeable inheritance he clings to is very useful. It can not only provide him with deep magic power to support him in fighting, but also protect himself with the addition of spiritual treasures.

In this way, he can rest assured that Taiyi Zhenjun can block Yang Zongchen, and he can also take advantage of this time to kill the old man in ragged clothes of the Blood Evil Sect.

"Then I'll help you, fellow Taoist."

Tu Shanjun did not hesitate and used his escape technique to turn into a rainbow light and appear not far from the old man in ragged clothes.

In this battle, one must use the strongest magical power to bring the entire Blood Evil Sect alive in one fell swoop to avenge life and death.

At this time, the old man in ragged clothes was holding a dragon gun, his skin and flesh turned scarlet, and his eyes were like the dark moon reflected in the cold pool. Rich demonic energy surged out of his body, and the spells rotated: "Heavenly Demon Transformation into Evil!" "

A crack came, and black light approached.

The old man in ragged clothes was furious. Every time he wanted to use his magical powers, he was blocked by this man. He never gave him a chance to distance himself, and he was determined to fight him at close range.

"Straight mother-in-law, my body has been sealed for thousands of years, and I don't have much energy and blood at all. If it weren't for the support of the Demonic Art, I would be torn apart by him." The old man in ragged clothes grinned and kept squeezing his own flesh and blood.

While thinking to yourself, do you use the Bone Dragon-binding Spear to resist the attack of the 'Mace'?

Just as he said, how could such an old man's body withstand such a fierce attack? In just a moment, his bones were weak and his muscles were numb. The palm of his hand holding the dragon gun was already showing bones, and the flesh and blood had been worn away long ago. Go.

"Ji!"

"Seal of Heaven." The old man in ragged clothes threw the dragon spear in his hand and turned it into a roar of bone dragon to block Tushanjun. His hands formed a tower shape, and he was about to form the seal of Heaven and take out his own magic domain to fight with this person.

When the legal domain unfolds, he can also use the legal domain to refine the Blood Evil Sect first, and turn all those "filial sons and grandsons" into materials for him to become possessed by the devil. There is a certain foundation, he should be able to break through the seventh level.

Unexpectedly, the dragon gun was entangled by the soul flag. In the blink of an eye, the fist as big as a casserole had enlarged in the old man's eyes. The thick fist wind compressed the surrounding air into a ball, and he could not feel the flow of breath at all.

"Swallowing souls."

"True meaning!"

Seeing the iron fist about to fall, the old man shouted: "Zhen Gang!"

Bang.

One punch shattered the body-protecting power.

It hit the old man in ragged clothes firmly on the face, knocking his head to the side. At this time, he couldn't tell whether the sticky stuff on his face was flesh and blood or bone residue. In short, it was all a blur.

Tushanjun will not let go of such a good fighting opportunity.

The two fists turned into four hands like shadows. After the fist fell, Yinghuang couldn't tell how many arms there were. He only saw that all the demonic energy around him was crushed, and the defensive methods supported by magical powers were also penetrated.

Even though the pair of iron fists were wasting away, they saw the dense white bones supporting the flesh and blood. Tu Shanjun felt no pain, only pleasure. The ferocious look on his face became even more ferocious under the background of his fangs.

"Give it to me, pay with blood!"

Hundreds of years of accumulated hatred and anger have all turned into the hardest fist. The soul-swallowing true meaning is completely integrated into this fist, and every punch can swallow a point of energy.

Within half an hour, the old man in ragged clothes felt that Tushanjun was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that he seemed unable to resist.

"No, it's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker."

"It's his true power!" The old man in ragged clothes felt the weight of his body, as if what he was wielding was not the powerful body of a Nascent Soul cultivator at all, but a mortal body sunk in the mire and lava.

At this time, the old man felt a little regretful.

He had indeed understood the magical power, but it was a pity that he encountered such a demon as soon as he came out of the mountain. His magical skills have not been fully cultivated, and he still needs a huge amount of inner demons and demonic energy.

"magic?"

"Where are the demons?"

"Sect?"

"Of course there are demons in the sect." The old man in ragged clothes used his escape technique and turned his head into a shooting star. Ao Ran stood above the sect and looked down. He did not want to escape, but to refine the entire Blood Evil Sect into strength.

"Where to go!" Tu Shanjun yelled, grabbed the hammer and went straight to the old man's head.

Keng.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless. In order to resist the attack of the soul flag, the bone dragon-binding gun had completely transformed into a bone dragon to protect the old man. However, this form gave the soul flag a chance.

Amidst the constant knocking, cracks appeared in the white bones of the bone dragon, and it began to wail and roar. However, it could not get more mana blessing from the old man in rags, and could only rely on the tenacity of the Lingbao itself to resist.

"Devil's Heart Tianyin!"

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At the moment when the old man made his announcement, all the Blood Evil Sect disciples with inner demons were instantly possessed by demons. Even those without demon fetuses were knocked unconscious by the demonic energy. When they stood up again, all their magic power was transformed into demonic energy.

This spell completely enveloped the Blood Evil Sect, and in an instant, half of the disciples became possessed by demons.

The manpower originally organized to support the formation was gone. The mountain-protecting formation above the Blood Demon Sect was now so ineffective that perhaps any Nascent Soul cultivator could crush the mountain-protecting formation.

Master Xuan Sha stared blankly at everything that happened before him, wailing, roaring, hating, roaring, crying, and struggling to ask for help...

He raised his hands, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears: "I...I, what did I let go?"

"Uncle Master, why?"

"Why is this happening!"

Thirty-two peaks and twenty-one floating islands, most of them floated and sank under the rampage of the Yuanying monks. Countless disciples were killed and injured. However, at this time, the great uncle still used magic to attract countless disciples to become possessed.

No longer caring about the death of his sect disciples, Master Xuan Sha felt as if the world was falling apart, which was unacceptable.

However, in his shocked and horrified eyes.

He saw the red-haired True Lord in the top corner raising the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand, muttering something in his mouth, and then thousands of black clouds were reflected in his pupils.

What is the most basic thing about Zunhun Banner?

You can ask any monk about such a question.

The most basic element of the soul banner is, of course, the evil spirits and ghosts.