Chapter 931 Punishment of Rebellion

Fist shock.

Asura shakes the sky.

Asura's ancient fist broke through everything that stood in the way, and also turned the pale finger like a pillar of heaven into powder.

The pillar of heaven descended, and disappeared like an illusion in the clouds.

Luo Ganjing was overjoyed.

He said excitedly: "It is indeed an illusion."

He was surprised and alert at the same time.

He had seen Luo Tianfeng take action, and the mace that looked like the Mingwang prison pestle turned everything into dust.

With the blessing of the undefeated Asura Dao body, Luo Tianfeng was like a resurrected ancient great sage. Although he had such a strong strength, he was not proficient in illusion.

In other words, the person who blocked him this time was most likely an outsider.

Luo Ganjing's pupils shrank slightly.

If this was a master of illusion, then his close combat would definitely not be as good as his.

As long as he could find the opponent's true body, he would be able to capture and kill him.

From this point, Luo Ganjing speculated that the resurrected leader must not have the original strength, otherwise why did he threaten him with words first, then use his identity to shock him so that he could flee, and then send outsiders to suppress him with illusions on the way.

It's just a pity that if the person who cast the illusion was not imitating some finger technique he had never seen before, but the wolf tooth sky attack of the leader Luo Tianfeng, he would definitely not choose to resist it.

And he could react to all this so quickly.

So he cast the spiritual official's eyes without hesitation.

The refining eyes burst out with a thousand feet of magnificent light.

It penetrated the illusion in front of him.

The divine light burned like a flame.

Under the light and shadow.

The figure standing in the void gradually appeared.

The top corner, red hair.

"Found it!"

"Which tribe is the cultivator?"

Luo Ganjing didn't have time to think about it.

No matter which tribe the other party was from, the spiritual breath did not look strong.

Even if his body was injured, he could still break through the blockade of a master of illusion.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to offer a pair of holy weapons.

Those were two fist armors covering his forearms, which were his famous weapons.

As an elder of the Asura clan, there were countless powerful enemies who died under these two iron fists.

His physique was also a Taoist body.

Even if they were from the same clan, or even twin brothers and sisters, their Taoist bodies were slightly different.

Some were strong while others were weak, some performed well while others did not.

Coincidentally, he was the one who could fully perform.

"Break the dust and break the underworld!"

A punch was offered.

The arm armor seemed to breathe like skin, and the terrifying aura vaguely turned into the red dust.

That was just the fist wind after the punch. The so-called fist wind was not the divine power of the holy fist. The fist wind was the red dust that died in his hands, and the cry of life that fell into the netherworld forever.

The scene of Luo Gan, who displayed the fist intent, seemed to become sacred.

Like an ancient Asura walking from the wilderness.

Wildly dancing black hair.

Divine eyes with cold light.

And the vertical eyes that seemed to tear everything apart, all of which told of his power.

Holy light shines, and the world of mortals is shattered.

"Die!"

Far away.

The tall figure standing in the void also made a move.

He no longer used any magic skills, but evolved a fist.

His body was like a long bow pulling the full moon, and his fist played the sun raising the dark yellow. The moon and the sun rotated, and the immortal soul-swallowing saint king was suppressed.

The soul-swallowing fist accompanied Tushan Jun's long cultivation career. It was his ability to settle down and make a living, and it was also a powerful fighting method that helped him defeat powerful enemies again and again when he had not yet become famous.

In his later enlightenment, he realized the importance of weapons and magic treasures, but he did not fall behind in the improvement of boxing, but integrated it into the soul flag.

Use the fist as a hammer, and use the hammer to perform the fist.

Until the Tao body is immortal and the divine body is like iron, the ordinary magic weapons and magic treasures finally return to their essence after they can no longer damage his body.

Just as Tushanjun said.

He doesn't need the help of magic weapons.

Because he is the strongest weapon in the world.

The boxing stance is strange.

Stand still.

A dark picture appeared behind the red-haired figure. Looking closely, it seemed to be an unknown big fish. The big fish opened its mouth and spit out a white light. It turned out to be a small fish.

The big fish surrounded the small fish, and the small fish nestled beside the big fish, forming a black and white wheel.

Tushanjun slightly side-eyed.

All things carry Yin and embrace Yang, Yin produces Yang, and Yang produces Yin.

This is the truth he realized when he arrived at the sea.

What is the sea? The sea is vitality, the place where life is born. So, in the vast black sea, a white fish was born, and the white fish swam happily.

'Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, and two gave birth to three. '

When Tushanjun whispered softly, two black and white images suddenly appeared on his face, which were Tao and Demon. The green-faced evil ghost in the center of Tao and Demon moved his body.

The three magnificent divine lights turned into a gray fist, which swallowed up the whole world and covered the vast land.

"Fake!"

Luo Ganjing roared hoarsely in shock.

It must be fake. It is impossible for a great master of illusion to have such a terrifying fist.

If his fist is a supreme sword, it can cut the mortal world and cut off the netherworld.

In his eyes, the fist of the distant sky is like a group of chaos that swallows the sky and refines the earth. It is the unity of all things, and that one is the unquestionable way, and it is a god that does not need anyone to defend it.

There should not be such a fist in this world.

There will not be such a fist.

"This punch."

"Soul-swallowing and soul-refining to ask the true immortal!"

Bang! ! !

The two fists faced each other.

The holy weapon collapsed suddenly.

That was no longer the sound of metal clashing, nor was it the silence of heaven and earth, but a kind of chaotic expansion.

Luo Ganjing watched the holy weapon in his hand shatter, and his entire arm suddenly turned into blood-colored mist, and the terrifying force permeated his body.

Puff.

Blood surged up.

Spouted violently.

Luo Ganjing fell fiercely from the sky to the ground. As strong as a saint, he no longer had the ability to stand up.

This punch completely shattered his way of life and cut off his vitality. He could clearly feel the collapse of his body. It was a disintegration of the great world, and once it started, it would be difficult to stop.

In fact, he was already injured.

It was still a serious injury.

The more powerful the cultivator, the more afraid they are to continue fighting after being injured.

Blood drop rebirth is not a means of defying the heaven for them.

However, if he still fights with the same level when he is injured, no, his realm is even higher than the opponent. At the moment of contact just now, he already knew the realm of the cultivator.

Sea Saint.

It's just the middle stage of Void Saint.

He defeated a cultivator of the late stage of Void Saint with a middle stage of Void Saint.

He was proud enough.

Luo Ganjing didn't say that Tu Shanjun was proud enough, but he was proud enough.

Geniuses are always different from ordinary people, especially the fist intention. In front of that fist intention, maybe even if he entered the True Saint and displayed the Dharma image unique to the True Saint, he might not be his opponent.

'What kind of terrifying monster is this? '

"You..."

"Which tribe is this cultivator from?!" Luo Ganjing moved his head with difficulty and stared at the red-haired main soul who was walking over.

He wanted to see the origin of the other party, but the red hair on the top corner, the pale face, and the lingering cold murderous aura made him unable to guess.

"Are you, a cultivator of the top tribe, the ghost tribe!"

Tu Shanjun said nothing.

Luo Ganjing laughed bitterly twice, looked at Luo Tianfeng and said: "I may die first, but you, the leader, will die one day, either under siege or at the hands of others."

Luo Ganjing, who was about to die, suddenly had tears in his eyes.

As Luo Tianfeng walked over step by step, he said in a deep voice: "I will not die."

"Not only will I not die, I will also kill all of you traitors one by one!"

"I, Luo Tianfeng, am the future of the great sect."

"Do you regret ending up like this?"

Luo Tianfeng looked at Luo Ganjing and said: "As long as you say that you have repented and are willing to serve me again, I can spare your life, allow you to continue to be the elder of the great sect, and allow you to see the prosperity created by me!"

Seeing that the other party was not really a traitor, Luo Tianfeng decided to give him another chance.

"Hahaha."

Luo Ganjing laughed up to the sky.

"Kill him if you want to."

"Why should a man fear death?"

"I only regret that I am not strong enough to avenge my fellow Taoists and to remove the shackles of the Great Sect. I hope my death can awaken the Great Sect and let everyone know that you, the tyrant, are still alive."

Luo Ganjing roared: "I am just leaving first and will wait for you in the underworld!"

"Your death will not wake them up, but will also fulfill my plan."

"Kill him."

Luo Tianfeng waved his hand.

Tu Shanjun looked at Luo Ganjing who was going to die with a strange look in his eyes: "Daoyou, please enter the banner!"

Luo Ganjing's Taoism is stronger than his, but he also has Wu'an Guixu, a 'yang world' relative to the world of the Soul Banner. Those who sink into the Soul Banner are of course in the 'hell'.

Luo Tianfeng said in a deep voice: "Where is the soul?!"

Tu Shanjun looked at Luo Tianfeng and said lightly: "The soul belongs to me."

Luo Tianfeng frowned. He chose Luo Ganjing because he was a key figure and his cultivation was higher than that of the Soul Banner. He could perform a move.

Unexpectedly, the cultivator who was higher than the soul flag was still taken away by Tushanjun.

Fortunately, I didn't see how powerful Tushanjun was.

In this case, there was no need to be aggressive.

"Hit me."

Tushanjun looked at Luo Tianfeng in surprise.

"Hold back."

"Don't let me get seriously injured."

"Don't worry, I always know when I hit you." Tushanjun agreed happily.

A punch hit the third rib.

The entire left chest collapsed.

Puff.

Luo Tianfeng spurted blood and glared at Tushanjun fiercely: "You..."

It was important, and there was no time to say more.

Let Tushanjun remove the cover formation.

Suddenly fell on Luo Ganjing's body.

Crying loudly: "Elder Luo, you died so tragically."

"Someone come."

"Someone come quickly!"

After the formation guarding the dojo was withdrawn, Luo Tianfeng's loud voice suddenly penetrated the great sect and awakened everyone.

, and the wind and clouds gathered, and holy light burst out. In a short while, the elders, clan elders, and hall masters in the great sect who had never been in seclusion gathered in the dojo.

As soon as they arrived, they saw such a tragic scene.

"How could this happen?!"

"Why didn't I feel anything."

"There are countless formations inside and outside the dojo, isolating it from detection. Even if we really start fighting, we won't know." One of the clan elders explained.

Their dojos are all secrets of their own, and they are all covered by a large formation connected to the spiritual veins, isolating people from detection, otherwise they would be naked in front of other cultivators.

As long as the formation is not lifted, it can't be discovered at all.

"But Elder Luo can lift the formation."

"He didn't have time."

"The person who took action is too strong!"

The second update, late.