As soon as the spirit entered the flag.

The Ghost King stands on the dome of heaven in the blessed land.

Emperor Qi hangs the curtain.

The hell in disguise is painted into a large robe and cloak.

Tu Shanjun raised his palm and looked at the skeleton ghost hand wrapped with chains.

The arm shook, and the ashes flew away like burning paper money, growing from the end of the remaining flesh and blood as if time and space were flowing backwards.

After a while, a complete arm grew again.

Recite the Sutra of Immortality.

Xuan Gong brings good luck.

The breath is completely stable.

"It's done!"

Wu Rong, who was holding the Soul Flag, looked at the Ghost King in the distance.

The mysterious breath surges like a great tide.

Tao Qi is like spinning thread on a loom.

The innate emperor of life and death in the great realm within Tu Shanjun sits cross-legged in Tianyuan, echoing the peach blossoms of life and death.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the golden pupils suddenly split into double connected pupils. The Emperor of Life and Death tilted his head slightly, and a coercive face appeared. It was none other than Yang Shen, one of the three phases.

Yang Shen was bred from the golden elixir without leakage.

Saying he is the Yang God does not mean that he is the most yang and strong god.

Whether it is the 'Yang God', the 'Yin God' or the 'Dharma', they are all yin and yang, and they grow with the monks.

Today, Tushanjun's yin and yang gods are no less than the innate spirit 'Dharma' that was born in the great world within the body.

Daohua.

Whether it is real or illusory, good luck or not, it is all a manifestation of one's own path to the great road.

It is the monks who truly carry the road.

In other words, what can be described as a "flower" is the three phases in the body. It does not mean that three Taoist flowers appear on the top of the head, which means that the three flowers gather at the top. It is the ultimate cultivation of the "Dharma", "Yang Shen" and "Yin Shen".

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Only by pushing these ‘Three Flowers’ to the top can you have the opportunity to attain the fruition position.

Tushanjun is now engaged in the process of internal refining.

The Yang God comes out of the Great World, sits in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness, and carries the Yin and Yang Avenue.

Twist the yin and yang method with your hands.

The Tao breath intertwined with black and white colors flourishes on its own.

The great inspiration is like a carving knife, gradually carving the rough yin and yang millstone.

The grindstone has two layers, the inner and outer layers.

Gradually, it was raised above the head and merged with the illusory Dao flower.

The Dao flower is white on top and black on the bottom, with clear lotus petals, and finally slowly blooms.

The breath of yin and yang is as turbulent as the rippling jade pond.

Daohua is rooted in the endless deep netherworld, reaching up to the thirty-third level of clear sky.

The blooming Dao flower rotates in circles, slowly moving from the top of the head, and hanging again on the back of Tushanjun. The Yin and Yang Dao flower is like the real core of the Dao. As it slowly rotates, the infinite Dao Qi is woven into mysterious threads.

The mysterious light of Xuansi is restrained but like an indestructible divine weapon, simple and sharp.

The escaping Taoist breath hangs down in darkness, turning into robe decoration.

It's obviously just a pendant, but it looks far more solid than the Chaos Shield.

If the ghost king just now could evolve such a Yin-Yang Dao method, even the large formation placed in the blessed land of the Feathered People and the torrent of dozens of saints pressing the formation together would not be able to break through the defense of his Yin-Yang Millstone.

"That is?!"

"Daohua, the second one!"

There was another commotion among the saints.

Daoxi inspiration flew out.

Among the saints, those with insufficient cultivation could barely resist with their Gang Qi, but they still couldn't resist and spit out traces of blood.

At the same time, the horror in their eyes was even greater.

What they faced turned out to be a Taoist Erhua.

Such monks are among the best in the entire Eastern Wasteland.

Not to mention that they only had a total of more than 20 saints to join the formation, even if they had doubled the number and responded to the clan-protecting formation, they would not be able to do anything to the other side.

It was obvious that the opponent was not Erhua just now, but only accomplished such a feat after killing the ancestor of their Yu clan.

Defeating the enemy and advancing to the Jin Dynasty became an indelible legend.

But everyone just felt bitter.

Because that stepping stone is the ancestor of their Feathered Clan.

The entire Yuren tribe will always be the one that is arranged in the storybook.

Later generations will compile many stories to support this day, and every time they are mentioned, it will inevitably be accompanied by "idiots" like them.

Perhaps, they simply cannot see that day. After they take action, they will usher in an extremely severe liquidation.

"Escape, how to escape?"

"Fight, how to fight?"

No one knows.

There are only two people who behave completely differently from all the saints, and that is Yu Renzheng and Lou Jingou. Yu Renzheng tried his best not to recognize them.

Lou Jingou, on the other hand, had cold sweat flowing down his forehead, and his pupils couldn't stop trembling.

The organization's files on the 'Ghost King' have gradually become more complete.

It was precisely because of his understanding that he understood how powerful the other party was.

Today, he saw that Qi Ling Daojun's strength had further improved. Such a secret was not something that he, a top holy king, could bear.

"Repent!"

Lou Jingou's knuckles grasped the gourd, but they turned pale because of too much force.

When he thought that the other party knew his identity, Lou Jingou felt even more like, 'I will die from heaven'.

Fortunately, I was not beaten to death by the ancestor of the Feather Clan, and now I am going to be beaten to death by a Erhua Dao Lord.

Not to mention Lou Jingou, Yu Renhui, who had the ax on his neck, was dumbfounded and then smiled helplessly.

They were still able to fight tooth and nail in the Ichika Realm just now, how can they fight now?

A drop of Taoist blood from the Taoist master is enough to kill them, not to mention that the Erhua Taoist in front of him has already stabilized his wits and is standing next to the Taoist holding the banner.

At this moment, everyone has ignored the fact that the Ghost King is a soul-honored banner weapon spirit. It's not that they don't want to mention it, but they don't dare to mention it at all.

The Feather Human Infant took a step forward, but bowed and said: "I made a thousand mistakes, all of which are my Feather Human Infant's fault. I am willing to commit suicide and apologize. I also hope that the seniors can be merciful and let them live. The Feather Human Clan monks must

I don’t dare to appear in front of my seniors, forever and ever.”

"Uncle Six!"

"Uncle Liu!"

"..."

All the saints were shocked and sad.

The saint with strong vitality was even more angry and took a step forward. He gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle Six, why are you doing this? Even if you die, you can't be saved. Our Yu clan is by no means a cowardly clan, and our Yu clan saint is by no means a coward. I am willing to fight to the end."

The last drop of holy blood."

"Fight to the last drop of blood!"

"war!"

One word response.

All saints share the same hatred.

Yu Renhui stared at Yu Renyue coldly, with a smile on his lips, and whispered: "You, Yu Renyue, are not the only ones who think about the future of the clan. Which saint is not like this? They may not have responded to your call.

But he is not a scum that is begging for mercy."

"Their behavior may seem repetitive, but in fact they always stand on the same side, which is the feathered people and the future of the feathered people."
To be continued...