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Tushanjun's purple-black eyes gradually turned into scarlet, and he stared coldly at the shadow in front of him.

The pressure of the phantom is terrifying.

Even with only 30% of the strength of Master Huashen, Tushanjun felt an unspeakable sense of oppression. This was an enemy he had never faced before.

Those opponents in the past, no matter how strong they were, were only limited, and they were only at their peak when they reached their peak. They were far from the master who had already entered the Tao.

What's more, he still faces it in the late stage of Nascent Soul.

If the Zunhun Banner wants to exert the power of the best spiritual treasure, it still needs more than half of the Nascent Soul Yinshen.

"Senior, stop it!"

The old man in gray robe gritted his teeth to encourage him.

It's not that he hates Tushanjun, but he feels terrible.

In his eyes, this person suppressed his Nascent Soul Lord with one hand, and contended with the shadow of his own master with the other hand. If the master's shadow hadn't appeared, this palm would have fallen on the young master's head.

"While we all still have face, please stop. We will leave immediately without any entanglement. We will come to your sect with heavy gifts one day."

Hear the words.

Gu Yu also realized that grandpa's shadow was powerful but could not exist for a long time. If Taiyi Sect was seriously injured today, it would make both parties unhappy.

However, he was unwilling to do so.

He has already used his own trump card, so if he still begs for mercy, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

Even if he returns to the Eastern Wasteland, he will still be a laughing stock.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said fiercely in his heart: "It cannot exist for a long time, but it should be easy to capture the Nascent Soul Lord who kills a small place."

A fierce light blooms.

The murderous intention in his chest was accumulating like substance. It seemed that as soon as he opened his mouth to spit it out, the phantom of his grandfather standing in front of him would kill the Nascent Soul Lord with a wave of his hand.

Everyone is already dead by then, who will come to seek justice?

At worst, it's better to be sent out again than to bend down here.

Even though he was thinking this in his heart, he still couldn't help begging for mercy: "Senior, please leave a trace in your life so that we can meet each other in the future. My grandfather is the Reverend God Transformation, and the sect I rely on is Donghuang Wanfa. Senior will not do anything for me." For your own sake, you should also think carefully about your disciples."

Tu Shanjun glanced sideways, as if he didn't put the ancient jade in his eyes at all. Only the phantom of the transformed spirit in front of him could make him pay attention.

Just listen to him say calmly:

"Even if your parents are here in person, your cultivation must remain."

Tu Shanjun turned his palms into fists.

The turbulent black air boiled into the sky.

The clouds in the blue sky were stagnant, and powerful pressure gathered.

The old man in gray robe knew that he had to take action as soon as he heard what Tu Shanjun said.

Therefore, without any hesitation, he raised the Lingbao long knife, spurted out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, and opened a gash with light rising into the sky.

"Secret technique, kill the immortal with the word slash."

"Pro!"

The fists poured down like mountains, and they were like darkness sweeping across the sky, covering all the light.

With a roar.

The sword light that condensed hundreds of feet was crushed by the black mist.

This time, the gray-robed old man did not fly backwards, but was firmly pinned to the ground by the fist shadow pressing down from above, and the fist shadow turned into a palm in mid-air.

Like a cage, a formation formed instantly, and the reflected formation lines were completely blocked.

"How could this happen?!"

"Both are Nascent Souls,"

"Is the gap so big?"

The old man in gray robe roared.

Although he was promoted to the realm of Yuanying with the help of treasures, he did not have the understanding to understand his own true meaning.

However, he comes from the Eastern Wilderness and belongs to the ancient family of the Eastern Wilderness. The skills he practices are high-level Xuanmen skills, and the power of his spells and secret techniques is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Nascent Souls.

His spellcasting methods are more sophisticated, and the spiritual treasures and magical powers he possesses are also stronger, but he is still not a single enemy of the person in front of him, and he was easily suppressed twice in a row.

He had imagined the gap between the two, but he didn't expect it to be so big.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what the old man in gray robe was thinking. He raised his left arm and struck it down with a palm. His right arm was completely broken off at the root. His purple-black nails flashed with the light of the formation, quickly forming a small formation.

Half of his arm turned into a bloody figure and appeared in front of him.

With the blessing of the magic circle, the blood shadow condensed by the blood killing technique also possesses the considerable strength of Tu Shanjun. The blood shadow may collapse in the next moment, but this time is enough.

Tushanjun, who had broken his arm, took a step forward.

He walked calmly past the confrontation between the blood shadow and the phantom of the Lord Transformation God.

Appeared in front of Gu Yu.

Condescending.

Raise your palms.

"Your elders can't protect you."

"Strip the Qi in your chest and destroy your Dantian Dharma to rectify the reputation of our sect!"

The palm of his hand fell on Gu Yu's head.

Press.

"ah!"

The ancient jade hair crown was smashed to pieces with a palm, and the hair was flying wildly. He made seals with his hands. If he wanted to sacrifice the spiritual treasure and talisman, he also had to inspire his true intention to compete.

However, before he could make any move, he felt that the mana in his dantian quickly evaporated, and his aura also quickly retreated.

peak.

Later.

He didn’t stop until he returned to the middle stage of Jindan.

Without the support of magic power, he would not be able to use all kinds of Taoist skills, and when he was in the middle stage of the golden elixir, even burdening him with spiritual treasures and true meaning would be a huge burden.

Trying to expand the legal domain under Tushanjun's palm is futile.

"It's over." The old man in gray robe sighed.

He didn't expect that the red-haired true king in front of him would rather break his arm to block the shadow left by the master, and also knocked down his young master's cultivation, cut off the third level of small realm, and allowed a fake baby to return to the peak of the golden elixir. mid-term.

This secret technique is really powerful.

However, the one who is even more ruthless is the Great True Lord.

The disciples of Wanfa Sect who came with Gu Yu were as frightened as quails.

It is true that they are from the Dazong, but they have never seen such a battle. They rarely interact with the Jindan Grandmaster on weekdays, let alone see the phantom of the True Monarch Yuanying or even the Master Huashen.

They did not expect such a scene to occur.

"Master, this..."

Xu Zhao still felt worried and hesitant in his heart.

He felt that this person deserved such a crime, and he was afraid that the Wanfa Sect would blame them. He couldn't help but look at the master, hoping that the master could persuade his uncle, otherwise the matter would be forgotten.

To be honest, his heart was beating fast now.

This is not a question of being excited or not. When facing people with powerful backgrounds, they will have a fear of retaliation. It is a fear of the unknown.

Taiyi Zhenjun, who had his back to Xu Zhao, turned slightly sideways.

Revealing the ferocity of choosing and devouring others: "Whoever harms our Taiyi Sect, no matter who they are, will have to pay the price."

Xu Zhao was startled.

In his impression, the master was always elegant but majestic, and he had never realized that the master had such a side.

Since the master said so, and the master uncle had already taken action, he had no way out, let alone the so-called peace, and nodded firmly.

He raised the formation plate and used the formation to transmit the message: "The elders and disciples of each peak perform their respective duties."

…

"My cultivation!" Gu Yu yelled.

"puff!"

Reverse blood spurts out.

The bloody light of the stars fell on the shadow of the Lord Transformation God.

The originally sluggish figure of the transformed spirit seemed to suddenly regain its consciousness, and its indifferent eyes flashed with dazzling light: "Be presumptuous!"

The shadow took a picture with its horizontal palm, and the bloody figure that resembled Tushanjun was immediately smashed into pieces like smoke, and the shadow seemed to have a faint consciousness, urging the shadow to lock on Tushanjun.

The flesh and blood of Tushanjun's right arm squirmed, and the arm grew instantly when the black energy gathered. It was no different from the original arm. The only difference was that the formation engraved on the fingernails had disappeared.

Divine consciousness also locks onto the phantom of the transformed god.

He said calmly: "Raise the formation."

The Tianyi Fenshen Formation suddenly manifested and unfolded.

Isolate the main peak of Taiyi Sect from other peaks.

It's not that Tu Shanjun wants to use the large formation to suppress the shadow of Lord Huashen, but that he is afraid that the two men's actions will affect the sect and affect the safety of the sect's disciples.

"Are you taking action?"

"Who caused the power?"

"What is that."

"..."

The disciples of the sect looked at the main peak isolated by the formation and the phantom that was blooming with brilliance.

Disciples with poor cultivation were unable to look directly at that figure with their naked eyes. Opposite that terrifying figure was the red-haired Tushanjun in black robes, his majestic black aura staining the blue sky.

"This is……"

The Banyan Tree King at the Sacred Tree Peak was astonished.

He could see that the phantom was definitely not an ordinary monk. Even the aura of his Supreme Elder was inferior to that of the phantom. It was conceivable that he, the Supreme Elder, was in the late Nascent Soul stage and even his cultivation was inferior to that of the phantom. Know who that person is.

"Is it the Venerable?!"

Across the ocean, Zhenjun Jin'ao widened his eyes in surprise: "Mother, I told Taiyi to persuade Tushanjun. I just said that Tushanjun had a bad temper, and Zhenjun Taiyi still curled his lips. Now it's probably a fight." "

"It doesn't matter if we fight, why does that phantom look so much like the Lord Transforming God!"

"It's not a real person, it should be a supernatural being."

True Lord Jin Ao pondered.

Even the magical power of the Master of Transformation cannot be competed by ordinary Nascent Soul. He is indeed an ally, and he does not want to offend such a powerful force as the Wanfa Sect. He thought about it while riding on the waves, and then took out the magic talisman and sent a message: "Order, click. All troops and horses."

"Your Majesty, are we going to help Taiyi Sect?"

"Help me, if Taiyi Sect wins, we will go to "Xiangzhu". If Taiyi Sect loses..." Jin Ao Zhenjun did not make it clear.

The monk on the other end of the transmission talisman suddenly understood: "I understand!"

Naturally, everyone will be happy if they win, but if they lose, they will definitely take advantage of the situation.

Regardless of whether they are allies, there is no difference between allies without strength and drowned dogs. The only thing waiting for them is to be annexed. It is better to let others swallow them than to let them be the first to win.

…

The phantom of the transformed god gradually revealed its true appearance.

He was an old man dressed in simple clothes. Even in his old age, he looked extremely elegant and dignified. If he had been a young man, he would have been a handsome monk.

The passage of time is not obvious on the old man's body, except for the slightly dry skin and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The phantom of the transformed god had already appeared in front of Tushanjun when Tushanjun was looking at him.

Fist to palm.

Tushanjun heard a slight sound, which was the sound of bones in his arm breaking.

The protective aura was not penetrated by the shadow. However, the huge power still surged forward, shattering Tushanjun's arm in an instant.

A trickle of black and red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and Tushanjun opened his mouth and spurted out a shadow of blood.

"laugh!"

The palm strikes.

Evaporate the entire bloody shadow.

"Grandpa, beat him to death!"

Gu Yu's eyes were full of resentment.

His current cultivation level is severely regressed. He doesn't have the natural resources and earthly treasures to cultivate it by himself. He doesn't know how much time it will take to cultivate it. Obviously, there is no way to form a Nascent Soul before the age of fifty.

One step is slow, each step is slow, and you will never be able to catch up with the genius in front of you.

Only a faint trace of divine consciousness existed in the phantom of the spirit, supporting the phantom to lock Tu Shanjun, and even spoke only two words.

"Heavenly Prisoner's Palm!"

The pressure from Lord Huashen was so great that the entire Taiyi Sect was shrouded in shadow.

If it weren't for the existence of the Tianyi Fenshen Formation, perhaps this palm would have completely crushed the Taiyi Sect. At this time, Tushanjun stood at the front, putting on a fist stance.

A silent terror rose from his body.

Slowly raise your fist flat.

Black blood dyed the sky red, and there seemed to be countless creatures punching with him in the darkness.

at this time,

Heaven and earth are silent.

The river is stagnant.

Birds and beasts are hibernating in the deep mountains.