The sea-turning pot spirit shows no mercy.

There is no sympathy for 'similar' people at all.

With the Styx River at its back, the pot turns the sky and the earth into a large formation. Even the ordinary Sanhua Taoist would have to shed a layer of skin if he fell into it.

She didn't believe that such a powerful person could still move freely after being refined by her Styx.

"Refining!"

As he was walking forward, Tushanjun suddenly found that his five senses and six consciousnesses had disappeared.

But he was not afraid at all.

The yin and yang millstone behind it turned into a large seal under the influence of the law.

The book of life and death on the left hand is spread out.

Windless automatic.

The long scroll turned into a thick book, and the pages rustled.

Continuously scroll to the next page.

He muttered: "The target is Ji Yingchen."

The Great Seal of Yin and Yang is only as big as a palm, and is as strong as a star when it is flying.

boom!

When Ji Yingchen reacted, the Yin and Yang seal had already shaped like the flying mountains of Dongyue.

Mount Tai is overwhelming.

The Gang Qi that protected his body was crushed as soon as it came into contact with him. The divine weapons and armor also shattered at the same time, and his physical body was completely annihilated in the flying seal formed by the Yin and Yang millstone.

"ah!"

The screams were drowned in the explosion.

Most of the Styx Formation collapsed after Ji Yingchen's death.

The expression on Fu Hai Ke Ling's face changed drastically. She didn't expect that even after doing so much, she still couldn't stop Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun, who had restored his five senses and six senses, was suspicious, and his eyes shone with divine light: "Fellow Taoist can still move freely after the death of the soldier master. What do you rely on?"

"Forget it, my Taoist friends won't say anything either."

"I'll check it out myself."

The flying star yin and yang seal hung back behind Tushanjun. He had broken through time and space and appeared in front of the sea-covering pot spirit. His thick purple-black oval nails touched the beauty's forehead.

Panic and confusion flashed in the eyes of Fu Hai Ke Ke Ling, and he shouted: "What are you waiting for?"

The supernatural power struck with a punch.

Tu Shanjun raised his arm to block.

Bang!

Tu Shanjun took a dozen steps back and looked down at his arms.

The steam transformed from the undead body was quickly repairing his wounds.

The lingering charm of the great avenue flows through the profound energy of life and death and is woven into silk threads.

Standing next to the sea-covering pot spirit is a tall Nether Tribe monk. This man is at least 10 feet tall. He has long black hair like a mane, a pair of magic eyes on his blue and indigo face, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Meaning: "Fellow Taoist, you are too harsh. Why don't you know how to show mercy to others?"

Tu Shanjun glanced at the other person, and while flipping through the book of life and death, he said: "I am a ghost and useless, why should I show mercy to you?"

"Fellow Taoist is so funny." Mr. Ji Jian laughed heartily.

He kind of likes this weapon spirit now.

"Jianjian Zun, Sanhua Daojun."

Tu Shanjun found the other party's message and said in a cold voice: "I have informed fellow Taoist monks in the Blood Sea in advance not to hinder the unification of the northwest. As a Taoist Master of Sanhua, I should also accept the territory generously."

"The Hades occupy the best section of the River Styx, so why do they still need to provide guidance on the internal affairs of other princes?"

"Before I left, my ancestor did say not to care about the situation in the northwest."

Ji Jianzun picked his nails and blew some dust. The powder shrouded Ji Yingchen's soul and reshaped his body in a short time.

Ji Yingchen touched his head and saluted the Dao Lord of the Nether Clan: "Thank you so much, Dao Lord!"

When he turned to look at Tushanjun, he looked full of fear.

Tu Shanjun's face was quite calm. People killed by the Yin Yang Seal could not easily reshape their physical bodies. At most, they were holding on to prevent their souls from being consumed.

Ji Jianzun nodded while continuing: "How can we allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the bed? My fellow Taoist has united the northwest and will he still go south? It's not that the Nether Clan wants to interfere in the internal affairs of other princes, but your existence threatens us."

"I give fellow Taoist two choices."

"One: Maintain the status quo and everyone will be in peace."

"Two: You take fellow Taoist witches to be my guest elders of the Nether Clan, and all the upper reaches of the Styx River belong to fellow Taoists."

"What do fellow Taoists think?"

The black-robed monk in the void snorted coldly.

The Nether Clan is really unreliable, and they actually want to recruit the Lord of the Underworld who is in charge of the Soul Banner.

How could he let such a situation happen, so he said: "Fellow Taoist's plan must have come to nothing. I heard that all the monks who hold the Soul Banner will not die well, and after death, they will enter the banner and become a fighting soul."

Even if you want to take charge, you still have to think carefully."

"It's hard not to doubt that the demon soldiers devour the master."

The high-spirited look on Mr. Yoshima's face froze.

Tu Shanjun looked for the source of the voice, and the one who spoke should also be a Sanhua Taoist.

He moved his nose.

He sneered and said: "The ghosts and ghosts can't even be hidden."

"Who am I? It turns out to be a fellow Taoist from the ghost tribe."

"My underworld and the Nether Clan don't have much conflict of interest. Even if they have to go south, the Nether Clan can stay safe behind closed doors, but the ghost clan is different. The existence of the underworld will not only cut off your foundation, but also the future growth of the underworld."

Repair and rectify the ghosts who have expired."

The black-robed monk walked out of the void, hugged his shoulders and laughed loudly: "Fellow Taoist, what you think is really simple, I'm afraid you will have to stay here now."

As he spoke, he looked at Mr. Ji Jian: "Fellow Taoist, Yihua and Sanhua are completely different. The monk just now cannot display the strength of Taoist friend Fu Hai."

"If the three of us join forces, even if he is powerful, how long will he be able to exert his power? You still don't know, right? The one in the underworld has cultivated his skills and is now in the realm of two flowers."

"Sixty years ago, he transformed into a flower, but Jiazi became the second flower of the Jin Dynasty. The Zunhun Banner hides a big secret."

"Defeat this person, kill the Lord of the Underworld, and then you and I will compete fairly for the divine weapons."

Yoshima-kun was immediately moved. After the three of them joined forces, he was still two against one in charge of the sea-turning pot, and had the best chance of winning.

He was a little surprised that Wu Rong cultivated into two flowers, but after thinking about it, it suddenly dawned on him.

Wu Rong holds the soul flag and carries the destiny.

Once the northwest is stable, the power of the underworld will expand, and his cultivation will naturally increase. If he can unify the upper, middle and lower reaches of the Styx River, he should be able to gather three flowers at the top.

If it's cloudy.

Change of dynasties.

The road is branded all over the world?

emperor!

Great supernatural powers.

The heat in Yoshima-zun's eyes was like a dark rising wave.

This is a path to becoming an emperor that can be seen with the naked eye.

Nestling in the River Styx can only achieve the gathering of three flowers.

There is also an ancestor above his head. As a latecomer, you can imagine how difficult it is for him to become an emperor.

The ancestor is the one who walks the fastest, one step faster, each step is faster. They are both monks of the Nether Tribe. The ancestor refining the middle section of the Styx River faces the sky, hoping to evolve into the sea of ​​blood and become the emperor.

What should he do?

Only find another way.

The strong are respected.

As long as he can obtain the Soul Reverend Banner, he will have an imperial path.

The ready-made three ways have evolved into their prototypes, and all that is left is Daxing Tianxia.

As for whether Tu Shanjun will cooperate with him, he believes that there is nothing that cannot be discussed after Wu Rong's death.

In the face of the emperor's path, it is common for masters and disciples to turn against each other. Monks have no permanent friends and no permanent enemies. Everything must make way for cultivation and the great road.
To be continued...