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The flags of the soul are moving, the fog is coming and the wind is blowing.

This mist is different from the ordinary morning mist. It is thick and heavy. When it lingers around you, even breathing gradually becomes a luxury. It feels like your heart is being squeezed tightly, and your neck is strangled by invisible magic.

In this dark sky, not even a hint of light swayed down from the sky.

The howling wind is often accompanied by the roar of evil spirits and the crisp sound of crushing bones. The ferocious ghosts kneaded by the magic of divine passages are like the rampant ghost soldiers beside the Taoist monks, taking on the role of protecting the law.

The master who holds the magic weapon Dingfeng Flag to protect himself is called Zhenren Dingfeng. He does not belong to those large sects, but comes from a small sect. He follows the call of the sect and comes to help with the sect's magic weapon.

He thought he was going to crusade against the demon born in the Xiaohuang Realm, but he didn't expect that he would become an enemy of Yangcheng. Relying on the alliance of the righteous path and the entangled demonic path, he actually treated Yangcheng as a soft persimmon.

However, God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. The devil returns to the realm of Yuanying and uses his spiritual treasures to suppress the two great masters of good and evil in the Xiaohuang Realm.

"That may be the devil, but I don't deserve to die here."

Master Dingfeng held the magic formula.

What comes to mind is the ardor of his family, the reverence and admiration of his disciples. There are many masters like him in big sects, but he is the only one in their small sect who can barely support him.

If he died here, it would be equivalent to leaving the fate of the sect in the hands of others. Is that the fate of the sect? Those were the lives of thousands of people in the clan, how dare he let go.

The more you worry about something, the more you will encounter.

The breath of the Nascent Soul Lord has arrived.

He could even see the great monk appearing next to him using his escape technique.

The sky-high top corner, the wanton wild hair, and the cold but ferocious face full of fangs. The coercive aura was only the second priority. The fear from the bottom of his heart prevented him from even having the courage to lift the magic weapon.

He just watched the True Lord pass by.

It wasn't until Zhenjun's pressure faded away that Zhenren Dingfeng fell to the ground and burst into tears: "I don't dare, I don't dare to take action, I'm afraid of dying here, I'm afraid..."

Just as he was about to be swallowed up by the black fog around him, the cold sunlight swayed from above and cleared away the black fog. After taking a closer look, I realized that it was not sunlight but sword light.

The sword light from the Grand Master.

Master Qingxu's thunderous voice vibrated: "I'm crying like a bird, hold up the protective aura, hold your breath and concentrate, don't inhale the black mist." The voice was like a sharp sword cutting away the haze, but it also disappeared the moment it fell.

It's not about escaping, but about chasing the true king's escape light.

The coercion of one of the pinnacle grandmasters, using the True Lord's Escape Light as a cloud support, peeled off from it. Like a falling meteor, it appeared in front of Master Qingxu in less than a few breaths.

The aura of the pinnacle grand master is intertwined with the true meaning, and the power is impressive.

Xianfeng Daogu's Qingxu Zhenren's sword clashed with it. While colliding, the spell continued, causing the figure to stay in mid-air.

A ridiculous feeling arose in his heart. This was just one of the fighting souls of the Lingbao Soul Banner. Logically speaking, it couldn't withstand his three-foot green sword, but at this moment, it made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

…

"Brother, be careful!"

As a startled sound came, Master Xuesong's eyes suddenly condensed. The ghost that had just been blasted away by his technique was not dead. It still formed a figure in mid-air and bit his raised arm.

While he was surprised, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that the magical powers performed by True Monarch Nascent Soul were extraordinary, but he still felt that he should not be hurt by such magic, as it would harm the face of his peak master.

Before he could turn around, he felt a sharp sting of needles scratching his bones.

Master Xuesong didn't hesitate for a moment and swung out his palm, but instead of fighting with the person, it landed on the junior brother beside him and sent him flying hard.

Without any hesitation, Master Xuesong set up his escape light and was about to retreat.

"So shameful!"

The ghost hand of Tu Shanjun with the two horns on his head has penetrated the chest of Master Heifeng. The Lingbao Zhengang blocked it, and the accompanying Jindan Yin Shen took action together, blowing Master Heifeng's body into pieces in just a moment.

The magic power refined it into evil spirit, and the surging blood covered the soul flag and was absorbed by the soul flag.

The resisting formation was torn apart by the escaped evil spirits released by Tushanjun. Without such unified magic, Tushanjun who rushed into the group of demonic monks was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep or an eagle falling into a henhouse. No monk could stop it. .

No matter what spiritual talisman, ancient treasure, or talisman that surpasses their strength, it can only save their lives temporarily, and there is no way for them to have the strength to resist the True Monarch Nascent Soul.

Just as the old demon Yuhuan said, the only one who can kill the True Lord Yuanying is the True Lord Yuanying. Even if they miss the mark, there is nothing they can do to deal with the True Lord Yuanying.

Not to mention, what they had to deal with was Tu Shanjun, who had already fought against True Monarch Nascent Soul when he was a peak master.

Dongtian Old Dragon once commented that Tu Shanjun's cultivation level was invincible at the same level.

Covered by the Zunhun Banner, Master Black Wind's Yin Shen was full of fear, and even more resentful towards Master Xuesong. The surging resentment and evil spirit made even Tu Shanjun look at him.

The dark flags rolled up the Yinshen.

"This is what the Blood Evil Sect owes me. You should have paid it back long ago."

Tu Shanjun's face showed a ferocious look, and the demonic flames were rising. The demonic head residing in his body immediately retracted when he stretched out his hand to touch it, just like a mortal who was touched by a hot iron and did not dare to come close at all.

"Don't leave!"

Tu Shanjun's energy and blood surged and he chased Xuesong with his escaping light. Lingbao took action boldly and smashed Xuesong's head.

Master Xuesong raised his head in fear. No matter what method he used, he could not stop the power of the spiritual treasure from Master Nascent Soul. He also didn't understand why this demon king seemed to have a grudge against their Blood Evil Sect when they all came to defeat the demons and fight for the treasures.

In just a short time, Junior Brother Black Wind became his dead soul.

The dragon-binding spear was alive and blocked the powerful blow, giving Master Xuesong some opportunities to escape. Master Xuesong did not dare to neglect. He burned his energy and blood and took the bottom-pressing elixir, quickly getting out of Tushanjun's range.

Master Xuesong was overjoyed after he escaped. As expected, his senior brother took action. With the sect suffering heavy losses, his senior brother would definitely not let him die.

Zunhun Zhenjun glanced sideways and saw that the person who took action was none other than the old monster Xuansha.

In fact, he is not an old monster named Xuan Sha.

He is not the real controller of the Bone Dragon-Binding Spear, he is just the carrier, and the real shooter is not present.

The Xuesha Sect suffered heavy losses, and Xuansha knew that he had to ask his ancestors to save Junior Brother Xuesong, otherwise, the Demon Sect that was surrounding them would eat them alive without the need for Yangcheng to fight.

"Swallowing souls."

"Supernatural power!"

Punch out.

The Bone Dragon-Binding Spear was overwhelmed and screamed.

The immortal Xuesong who survived the catastrophe didn't wait to be happy. He only felt that his body seemed to be stiff and motionless, and then he was frightened and horrified.

He was shocked and said: "Why did my Yin Shen leave the physical body?!"

Turning his head again, he saw that his body was like fragments of sand and dust turning into majestic evil energy, and he had fallen into the hands of a blue-white ghost.

The dragon-binding spear was close in front of him. Tu Shanjun opened his mouth and spit out sound waves, forcing it to stop. Not only did it cut off Lingbao's attack, it also cut off Xue Chan's vitality and the hope in his eyes.

Master Xuesong raised his head in despair, and the ghost hand held his head and flew higher and higher: "Spare your life, Lord, please spare your life."

Tu Shanjun turned a deaf ear to the cry for mercy and threw the Yin Shen into the soul flag.

When he tried to attack the Blood Evil Sect again, he found that the aura of the Blood Evil Sect's master had disappeared.

They probably used some ancient treasure or magic talisman to protect them. Tu Shanjun didn't feel disappointed. The monk could escape but he couldn't escape the temple. Nuo Da's Blood Evil Sect was there.

Turning around, he rushed into the formation of the Lingmen and captured the monks from the Lingmo Sect. Tu Shanjun killed the Yin Shen before sending him into the soul banner. He still wanted to know the secret of the Lingmo Sect, and even wanted to uproot it. Plan to rush directly into the soul flag.

"The Corpse Demon Sect? I have dealt with them during the Tribulation. It would be better for you to die here."

Tu Shanjun stood in front of the Master Earth Corpse, condescending. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the black mist that was so thick, or whether it was this tall figure that blocked all the light.

Master Earthly Corpse couldn't stop trembling and shouted: "Senior Brother, save me!"

Tu Shanjun covered it with his big hand, and the head of the Earthly Corpse Master was instantly torn off, but the light of a spiritual treasure protected his Yin Shen. In a blink of an eye, the spiritual light had taken away the Earthly Corpse Master's Yin Shen.

"The fake infant cultivator, the escort suspected of being a spiritual treasure, and the Yin Shen of the peak master can still escape."

The Corpse Demon Sect still has foundation and support.

Tu Shanjun is not angry. He is running away now to give him an excuse for the Rita Sect in the future. When the time comes, he doesn’t know if the Corpse Demon Sect can still resist.

"It's your turn, what background do you have that can help you survive?" Standing in front of the old demon Yuhuan, Tu Shanjun watched calmly, but he didn't seem to be looking at the old demon Yuhuan, his deep gaze seemed to penetrate everything.

…

Surprised sounds came from the huge bed chariot gauze carried by the beast-moving mountain warrior.

"It's hard to let him continue killing. I don't know what kind of heel this true king is. After killing so many people, his aura is getting stronger and stronger. Even I think he is a devil."

The alien beast dragon chariot also showed its figure, and the Nascent Soul Lord from Wanfa Sect looked solemn. This new Yuanying Lord was really powerful, killing five golden elixir masters in a row, including the peak master.

They must have noticed that they didn't kill the monks from the Hehuan Sect, otherwise there would be another bloodshed. But what's interesting is that the other party deliberately avoided the monks of the Zhengdao Sect.

"What do you think, Mr. Long?"

The bearded monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the crane and wore black and white robes, looked at the Dragon Lord who was sitting on the chariot with his chin propped up and dragon horns on his head.

Long Jun was noncommittal.

Originally, the True Lord Qingshang of the Hehuan Sect said that he wanted to test the strength of the devil. The two True Lords of the Wanfa Sect also thought that they should observe it. Now they see that they can't stop it and want to stop it. It is estimated that the True Lord Zunhun will not Easy to talk to.

But this has nothing to do with their Mo Palace. He only came to comply with the tacit understanding between Yuanying Zhenjun and is not considered the main force. If we really talk about it, the two true kings of Wanfa Sect are the real main force.

It's a pity that the person in Netherworld is very peaceful, and even the number of times they meet is only counted on one's fingers.

Long Jun coughed and said, "That guy doesn't seem to be easy to get along with."

"It's hard to let him continue to kill. If he loses his courage to kill the Grandmaster of Xiaohuang Realm, it will directly affect Xiaohuang Realm." The True Lord of Wanfa Sect in the dragon chariot said in a deep voice.

"stop!"