Chapter 938: King of Dharma

"Wang Wuji!"

Inside the banner.

Tushanjun, who was sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree in the Taoist temple, suddenly opened his eyes.

The immortal eyes turned into the sun and the moon.

The sun and the moon suddenly turned into a Yin-Yang Avenue millstone that appeared behind Tushanjun, evolving into a great realm as it rotated.

The landscape was blurry, and only a moon-white figure could be seen, and a dry and generous hand holding a compass protruded from the fog.

Although even the sound was very vague, it really echoed in Tushanjun's ears.

"Wang Wuji?"

Tushanjun murmured softly.

After summoning his soul, he immediately locked onto the Yin Shen of Dacheng, and then waved his palm.

As the majestic fog swept across, the Zunhun Banner fell completely silent.

"A monk in the organization." Tu Shanjun already knew who was calling Wang Wuji's ghost spirit.

I didn't expect that the death of a branch leader would alert the saint to come. I still remember that he killed the branch leader of the organization in the Eastern Wasteland. The person who came to investigate was just an incarnation of a god.

Later I had several encounters with him.

Even if he is a saint, as long as the other party does not have powerful enough means, it is impossible to recruit him. He only needs to hide the soul in the city to cover up the soul's intelligence.

But this incident did serve as a reminder to Tu Shanjun.

As long as he is still active, he will always fall into the public eye again.

World Saint is not strong enough.

If you want to return to the Eastern Wilderness and deal with the Taoist Lord Yanfu, you must at least be a top saint. It would be even better if you can become a Taoist Lord.

It is a pity that Luo Tianfeng is not a living monk. Now Luo Tianfeng cannot lend his life to Tu Shanjun, so there will always be a limit to his cultivation.

"What is the inscription engraved on the main pole?"

Luo Manping's words brought Tu Shanjun back to his senses from deep thought.

"It's nothing like literature."

As if unwilling to give up, Luo Manping asked: "This is like a magical power."

When the Soul Banner accepted Luo Zhiqing and the main soul became the World Saint, he clearly saw words appearing on the main pole of the Soul Banner. Later, when the Soul Banner stabilized, the words that should have been engraved disappeared.

He felt that this was a technique that could control the Soul Flag. No matter how bad it was, it should be something related to the Soul Flag.

Tu Shanjun was silent for a long time and still did not answer the question.

Luo Manping shook the soul-honoring flag in his hand, but did not receive any response.

It was as if the sound he just heard was just the murmur of ghosts coming from afar, a music composed of the sound of wind and rain, but he just regarded it as the weapon in his hand and spoke.

suddenly.

"It's time for us to move on."

An ethereal voice with a bit of hoarseness came from the mouth of the evil ghost on top of the banner.

"Yes." Luo Manping nodded slightly and looked into the depths of the blessed land.

He could feel the extremely sharp chill, which made even a great sage like him feel cold. It was not brought by the wind and rain, but by the spiritual energy caused by the collision of the deep battles, and the smell of blood mixed in the wind and rain.

In the eyes of the monks, murderous intent is murderous intent turned into substance.

However, in Luo Manping's view, murderous intent was a very strong smell of blood.

I still remember that the first time he killed someone when he was young left a deep impression on him. It was not the killing but the treatment after the killing. What was dealt with was not the body but the knife in his hand.

His father asked him to clean the knife.

Still remember to wipe off the blood on the blade with a coarse cloth, then wipe it carefully with a damp silk cloth, rinse it with water, dry it with a dry silk cloth, and finally lick the blade surface with your tongue.

If there is still a bloody smell, it means the knife is not clean and needs to be washed again.

Luo Manping was like a scavenger, picking up corpses like a ghost.

So far, three people have been buried in his body, and the headless body that died here is the third one. However, his soul is no longer here, and it has not settled down safely in the body.

Without waiting for Tu Shanjun to ask questions, Luo Manping told the other party's identity.

"Fa Wang Lin, one of the ten great Dharma Kings."

"The son of the elder of the Qian clan."

Luo Manping sighed as he looked at the tall body standing upright, with the one-horned head rolling to the side.

I don’t want even the Dharma King to die.

The elder has died, the Dharma King has died, should the next one be the king of heaven, the elder of the clan, or should it be the leader.

The body of the saint has become indestructible. Not to mention the magic weapons, not even the years can turn this body into powder.

But he didn't know what kind of terrifying holy weapon could cut off his head.

'pity. ’ Tushanjun sighed.

They came a little late and did not receive the soul of the Asura King. Otherwise, two more statues of the same level would allow him to take a further step and step into the realm of refining from a world saint.

If we can't take advantage of such a great sect's internal strife, I'm afraid there won't be a chance to gather together the Ghost Kings of the Ten Directions in the future.

"I just said that along the way, I always felt like someone was following me. I didn't expect it to be you."

The loud voice tore through the darkness.

A figure stepped through the mist beside him and walked out of the shadows. He hugged his shoulders and looked at Luo Manping, who was wearing a white robe and had already walked to the corpse.

Luo Manping calmly took away the body and said calmly: "I don't want to fight with you."

The man sneered, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Staring at Luo Manping, he said coldly: "I didn't expect that Dharma King Li, who ranks high among the top ten Dharma Kings of the Great Sect, would say such a thing. However, whoever buries their corpses is our enemy."

Luo Manping looked at the man and said, "As the leader of the four hall masters of Zuo Tianwang, your words represent the attitude of the Tianwang to a certain extent. Do you mean that I am wrong to even bury them?"

Murong Jing lowered his eyes and said loudly, "Since you know, you should understand what I mean."

"Either you put down the corpse and kowtow three times, and I will let you leave."

"Otherwise, you will leave your life behind."

As the leader of the four hall masters, Murong Jing is a real great sage.

He never thought that these so-called Dharma Kings were powerful. Among the ten Dharma Kings, only Tian Fa Wang Gusu Cui Guang was powerful enough. Most of the others were just making up the numbers, just like the Dharma King Lin he killed.

For Dharma King Lin, he respected him as a man who could die standing up.

However, with such an advantage, why did Luo Manping come out to pretend?

Since Luo Manping could not see the situation clearly and wanted to be a fence-sitter, he would naturally not take action.

However, he wanted to be a fence-sitter and wait and see the situation, and also wanted to gain a good reputation and add bargaining chips for himself. The two sides were unclear. This was not allowed by him, nor would the Heavenly King allow it.

What he said was not reckless, but to make Luo Manping completely submit to the Heavenly King.

If he refused, he would kill him here to serve as a warning to others.

Luo Manping snorted angrily: "Murong Jing, you are so arrogant!"

When the saint was angry, the world turned upside down.

Luo Manping was naturally not made of clay. As the King of Power of the Great Sect, he also deserved the title.

Considering the master's plan, Luo Manping did not rush to take action, but wanted to tear open a gap in the pressure of the spirit so that he could safely withdraw from the battlefield.

Murong Jing snorted coldly: "Want to leave!"

"You can't leave."

"So many people have died. Since you are unwilling to surrender, you, the Great Saint Luo Manping, deserve to be stained with blood!"

Swish!

A red light flashed, and the scarlet sword appeared in Murong Jing's big hand.

It was a holy weapon, made of red dragon blood gold. When held in Murong Jing's hand, it looked like a soaring fire dragon. It looked like a weapon, but it exuded a dignified pressure like a living thing.

"He wants to kill you."

Tu Shanjun's voice rang in Luo Manping's ears at the right time: "You should remember what he said. Whoever loses, his soul will be put into the banner, and you can take away the body."

Luo Manping's expression changed.

This sentence also applies to him.

Once he loses, will he also be like Luo Ganjing and Luo Zhiqing, with his soul put into the banner, and his blood will be refined by the Blood Refining Demon Sutra to become the food for the leader to restore his own strength.

After seeing the ability of Zun Hunhun, he had no doubt whether he could escape from it.

Luo Manping, who wanted to leave, paused.

He formed a seal with both hands.

The seal is very similar to the Dharma Realm, and it is the innate sacred seal.

"God in the sky, saint on the earth."

"Dharma!"

"Blood Eye Asura."

Boom.

Roar!

A Blood Eye Asura stretched out his arm.

In an instant, Luo Manping's figure disappeared.

The great world in his body landed down and completely covered the place. In this world, the blood-eyed Asura was still growing. In a short while, it grew to a height of ten thousand feet.

The scarlet divine eyes rotated like the sun, moon and stars.

The two arms that reached the sky were raised up.

The world seemed to be completely filled with this innate sacred figure at this moment.

Tu Shanjun had seen Luo Manping's Dharma image when the Nirvana Blood Palace suppressed Luo Tianfeng's corpse.

Luo Manping's Dharma image was indeed so powerful that he seemed to be able to pick stars and moons with a wave of his hand. However, compared with the Gusu Cuiguang of Huanzhen Great Sage, there was still a gap between the two.

A sentence emerged in Tu Shanjun's mind: "Refine the false but it is still not true!"

However, at this level, in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, they are all unmatched great cultivators, not to mention that the original Dharma domain has completely become a great world appearing in the world, and has become a world that carries the Dharma image. With the support of the real great world, even if it is a false, it is still a great sage.

Murong Jing, who was included in the Great Realm, also saw the terrifying Dharma image with the sky above his head and the earth under his feet.

He didn't expect that Luo Manping would attack with the Shura Dharma image.

The blood-eyed Asura moved.

He pinched the seals with both hands.

It was as if the body of the Great Realm twisted out an infinite palm print. As this palm was pulled open, the pressure of the world of the Great Realm also fell on Murong Jing at the same time.

At this moment, the ten-thousand-foot Dharma image looked down from above the world, and at this moment, the giant palm like the sky fell down with a bang.

"Die!"

The palm fell, shaking the sky and the earth.

It seemed to smash the whole earth and turn it into land floating in the world.

The terrifying aura was like ushering in the end of the world.

If there was no Great Realm covering it, perhaps no land could withstand the bombardment of the saint, and even the void would ripple and crack.

With the tolerance of the Great Realm and the stability of the Great Realm, the creatures outside the realm could not feel the inspiration of the saint's Dharma image at all.

Murong Jing held his sword horizontally in front of him.

Twisting his sword.

"Fight and kill!"

The blood-red sword made of red dragon gold still seemed to carry blood.

However, his figure was suddenly submerged under the palm of the Dharma.

It seemed that the whole world was silent.

Luo Manping, who should have been happy, suddenly looked solemn, staring at the red light blooming in the distance.