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On the stage, the ghost king waved the long flag in his hand.

The ancient sky pillar standing in front of him was shaken.

The evil spirit poured out like a vast ocean, stirring up layers of sky clouds and waves in the returning wind.

The array of ghost soldiers walking along was like a cloud, like an endless wave of black armor, until the black-red aura passed from above like a high-flying royal flag.

"With my heavenly evil spirits, I can ascend to the blue sky and descend to the underworld."

The red-haired ghost king stood in front of the three-army formation, chanting mantras and practicing magical powers.

Palm formation formation.

Thousands of ghost soldiers are gathered around, and millions of Yin generals are accompanying them.

The banners of the ten directions were raised from the end of the distant world.

Swagger!

A little while.

The hair moves slightly.

The red-haired ghost king's eyes flashed with strange color, and he whispered softly: "Is... the flag moving?"

Golden 'blood' pierced the clouds above.

dripping down.

Bada.

A bloody speck was smashed in front of Tushanjun.

Immediately afterwards.

Crash.

It's raining heavily.

The black and red filthy fog was lashing hard like a wild waterfall, darkening the world.

Tushanjun, who commanded tens of millions of soldiers, slowly raised his head.

He just let the rain wash away, not showing any signs of trying to hold up the protective energy to protect his body. He just raised the small flag representing the military talisman in his hand, controlled thousands of troops, and piled up the big waves that climbed into the sky.

It was obvious that they were just immortal soldiers transformed from thunder and evil spirits from the world of evil spirits, but when they fought together, they erupted with unimaginable aura of intelligence, as if they were really two armies fighting each other.

He could clearly hear the shouts and smell the choking blood.

"Great thunder disaster from heaven and earth!"

Staring at the thundering generals in the distance, those figures gathered by lightning.

Tu Shanjun used to think that thunder tribulations should be in the shape of thunderbolts.

No matter how they evolve, they will only be rare beasts, wild tigers, dragons, and possibly elves of heaven and earth.

Later, after reading ancient books and ancient scriptures, I learned that heavenly tribulations have different shapes, and the most superficial one is nothing more than thunder.

However, heavenly calamities are not static. It is said that many monks will encounter thunder calamities that have never been recorded. At the moment, Tu Shanjun feels like this.

God sent down thunder and lightning soldiers, seemingly to completely annihilate his thousands of ghost soldiers.

However, no matter how catastrophic it was, Tushanjun's expression remained unchanged, and he had completely activated the ten-directional formation.

The killing formation is like an eternally rotating millstone of flesh and blood, strangling all those who attempt to break the formation.

Even if it is the thunder and calamity of heaven and earth that wants to overthrow him and tear him to pieces.

"This is?"

"Array formation!"

Xun Yixiang's expression changed drastically.

As the current Taoist disciple of Baijia Academy and the successor of the next palace master, he comes from the same lineage.

The Baijia Academy is said to be a hundred schools of thought, but in fact the most prosperous are twelve schools, among which Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism are the leaders, as well as Dharma, Yin and Yang, Za, novels,... farmers, and military strategists.

They are ranked in no particular order.

Xun Yixiang was born in Taoism.

However, today he saw a monk who looked more like a military strategist than a descendant of a military strategist.

"The formation of thousands of ghost soldiers is indeed far better than..."

When Xun Yixiang murmured, he looked towards the academy station.

If you gather great power on yourself in this way, then as the monk who respects the soul flag, when the soul flag falls to the ground, it will have the support of thousands of troops.

He alone can mobilize thousands of troops.

If you want to kill the master of the Soul Banner, you will undoubtedly kill the King of Assassins.

It is indeed much better than arranging troops and dispatching monks.

It should be noted that most monks have their own ideas. Many times, even if they are one level higher in cultivation, they cannot make the lower-level monks completely obey them.

Not to mention that many monks cannot understand the thoughts of the coach. When there are more people, it will be chaotic. If there are too many people, it will not be able to display its strength, but it will become a drag.

However, this method will harm the world.

Excessive killing is not the behavior of a gentleman.

Because it saves time and effort, you have to trust others with their lives. What's the difference between that and the devil's way?

"Why is there such a big movement?!" Chu Kuang looked at the teacher beside him in confusion.

Asked: "The Holy Tribulation doesn't seem to be like this. The last time an elder went to the Academy to cross the Tribulation with great fanfare, but it was a thunder dragon swallowing the sky and destroying thousands of miles. Why did his thunder Tribulation turn into a human form?"

Those thunder soldiers faintly revealed an extraordinary aura, and because of the relationship of the same origin, they were like a spread thunder net. Let alone the peak of god transformation, I am afraid that ordinary saints would either die or be injured when facing this thing. It is simply impossible to withstand such a thunder catastrophe.

"Teacher will definitely be able to survive the thunderstorm."

Yu Linglong's wonderful eyes moved, but with a bit of worry.

As her gaze unfolded, many geniuses became more wary.

Her strength is indeed not weak, but compared with these long-famous monsters, there is still a big gap, not to mention the mentioned eldest brother 'Yu Lingguan'.

That is the well-deserved Daozi of the Yu family. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next patriarch of the Yu family.

"The punishment from heaven is comparable to that of the great sages of ancient times. Even the thunder and lightning transformed into human forms and struck."

Yang Xingtian's eyes flashed with divine light and he said loudly: "It is indeed a spiritual treasure!"

However, the more this happened, the more excited he became.

If the weapon spirit treasure was not powerful enough, he would not have appeared here at all. He just wanted the momentum of the Heavenly Tribulation to grow again. Only in this way could the terror of the weapon spirit treasure be demonstrated, and the Daoist disciples' arrival was worthwhile.

…

Pay homage in front of the general stage.

Tushanjun looked out.

laugh!

A wisp of smoke emerged from his peripheral vision.

The black-red immortal eyes turned slightly and caught a glimpse of the tiny wound on the cheek.

The wound was obviously very small, but it could not be healed with evil energy at all, and the golden thunder cleared half of the flesh and blood from his face in an instant.

The soul pain that penetrated deep into his soul made Tu Shanjun couldn't help but move his gaze to Thunder above.

At the end of the sky thunder, a golden-armored god formed by the gathering of heavenly tribulations opened his palm and grasped it fiercely. Wanjun Thunder was caught in his hand, and his two palms rubbed together gently, as if the terrifying golden thunder suddenly He turned it into a sharp arrow.

Draw a bow and set an arrow.

A large hunting bow suddenly turned into a full moon.

The golden moon hangs high in the sky, blooming with dazzling light like a bright sun in a clear sky.

The golden moon expanded in the void, as if it was going to crush and defeat everything, turning into dust and powder and disappearing into the thundering river. As the momentum built up, thousands of palaces appeared behind the golden-armored god under the interweaving power of the moonlight.

The golden-armored statue stands on a hunting platform.

It might not be appropriate to call it hunting.

It was more like a Beacon Fire Killing Immortal Platform.

After the Immortal Slayer Platform, there is a large area of ​​ancient palaces, floating in the sea of ​​clouds, like the projection of the ancient heaven, so real and illusory that people can't tell whether it is real or not.

It even makes the monks want to travel through the air to pursue the end of the long steps to find out whether gods really live there.

The black and red ghost eyes were full of astonishment.

He did not expect that the thunder tribulation would evolve to this point, and could not help but murmur softly: "Could the thunder tribulation not be generated by heaven and earth, but controlled by humans? Is it a god or an immortal, or that the palace is just a projection of an illusion, the real immortal actually resides in..."

When he looked carefully, his eyes were full of disappointment.

The palaces are intertwined by thunder but seem to have existed since ancient times. However, the large palace complex looks like ruins. The vicissitudes of life are mixed with indescribable silence. If it were not for the roar of thunder, perhaps everyone could hear it clearly. The quietness coming from the ruins.

Tushanjun gradually calmed down.

No matter what secrets the thunder tribulation contained, it was not something that an illusory divine realm could allow him to explore clearly. He only knew that if he didn't respond, the arrow would kill him.

Tushanjun, who is dressed in a large uniform and has a flat crown on his head, opens his palms.

He said in a deep voice: "Take my iron bow!"

The ghost will offer a long bow.

It was a top-quality Taoist weapon, with a body as black as gold as ink, divided into eighteen sections, as if the human spine had been forcibly extracted by him to make it into a mysterious weapon. Tu Shanjun grasped the black gold spine bow, and a feeling of blood connection spread. Come on, he laughed: "Unfortunately, limited by my personal body, I cannot forge a holy weapon."

Since he wants to refine weapons, he will of course consume endless materials, but how many high-end materials can withstand his squandering, so Tu Shanjun, who had already thought of a way, decided to use the knife on himself.

As a big ghost with a physical body, his body is full of rare treasures.

"open!"

The black gold spine bow immediately turned into a full moon.

Under the huge power, the black gold spine bow suddenly screamed.

Hearing the overwhelming sound of his spine rubbing, Tushanjun turned a deaf ear.

For this disaster, all the magical weapons he prepared can be sacrificed. For him, it is enough to be able to exert the strongest combat power in a short period of time without consuming too much mana.

"Thousand-year fist intention."

"There must be a mysterious weapon to find a place to rely on."

"This arrow."

"Swallow the soul and refine the soul to ask the true immortal!"

"kill!!!"

call out.

The veins tremble.

The moment the big arrow left the bow, the trembling bowstring immediately shattered into pieces.

The bow body was also overwhelmed and shattered into three sections, falling limply.

Tu Shanjun didn't feel any regret at all, he just lamented that his talent in weapon refining was not good, and it took him so long to catch up with the Talisman Formation.

call out!

The golden moon also sent out long arrows.

An arrow shot out.

There seems to be only this light between heaven and earth.

Time flows in waves,

The void is shattered like a realm.

boom! ! !

Golden light collided with black darkness.

The originally stable world was suddenly shaken.

The black mysterious light was still better, and after penetrating the golden thunder, it went straight to the face of the golden armored god.

clang!

Doudun fell.

Tushanjun's eyes widened suddenly.

The golden-armored god who lost his helmet was actually empty inside.

There are no people, no gods or immortals inside.

There is not even a human figure, only a set of armor made of tens of thousands of thunderbolts.

Just such an armor, the moment he drew the long bow, made Tu Shanjun feel the crisis of life and death, so he did not hesitate to destroy a top Taoist soldier, but also took action first.

As the black arrow exploded in the palace.

The black-red evil spirit was like a raging ocean wave, about to overturn the illusion behind the golden-armored god.

The millstone-like killing array is tireless.

The red-haired Ghost King, who was standing on the platform to worship the generals, wiped the black and purple blood from his cheek.

The wind blows, and the karma is like fire.

The sky is filled with black mist, and three thousand human palaces are burning with beacons.

Immortal eyes, raise your eyes to plunder.

Gold and thunder flashed, and the Great Tribulation Immortal Soldier Formation was stained with blood.