"Let's take action too."

Senior Brother Zhou spoke in a deep voice.

Although they couldn't die, they couldn't just watch.

"It's time for this body to burn completely."

"We old monsters should have died that day."

Elder Ping's eyes were calm, and Taiyi Xuanguang reshaped the divine sword.

"Live and let live together."

"Live and die together!"

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the golden lantern, looked at the emperor's case in front of him, divided the ten directions' flags with military orders, and said loudly: "Masters and uncles, please obey the order!"

call out.

An order flag fell into the hands of Senior Brother Zhou.

Letter to:

"Absolutely!"

Another small flag flew out in front of Ping Chaojing and was caught by him.

Letter to:

"punish!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Several more small flags were sent out.

The boy, Grandma Disha, and the strong man with a broken arm caught him.

Chongming Daodaojun held the small flag, and Ji Jianzun also got the flag.

"cut."

"Destroy."

"decline."

"exhaust."

"die."

Light green tail flames fluttered in the corners of Wu Rong's eyes. He was like a divine king sitting in the middle of the army, holding the ghost king's seal and saying boldly: "Please return to your throne, kings!"

"Here!"

Seven into the formation.

All are top three flowers.

On a cloudy day, one can become a prince.

With these seven kings holding command flags, the foundation of the Dutian Ghost King's Killing Formation was completely solid. At this moment, Wu Rong looked calm, with fighting spirit leaping in his eyes, and roared: "Wind, Fire and Thunder!"

Three command flags surged into the courtyard pillars like real dragons.

Dao Jun Gui Bodhisattva caught the thunder order.

Yuan Tong's soul got the fire order.

Wu Rong was guarding and at the same time in charge of the wind order!

The Dao Lords who did not attack Tushanjun in the first place were just trying to pick up the slack.

But for a moment.

The Dao Lords who were supposed to be decadent and depleted of pressure actually received blessings with the help of the formation.

When they fought again, they fully realized why these five people could survive despite the civil strife in the Shengxian Sect.

"Is it too late to change now?"

"I don't want to bite a hard nut."

Several people complained secretly.

…

Tu Shanjun's eyes were like cold knives.

Step out barefoot.

Burst with pressure.

Black mysterious light suddenly covered it.

"Although there are means to protect the soul, the evil spirit will still remain."

"boom!"

Tushanjun strode forward.

"kill!"

Everyone took action at the same time, throwing magical powers at no cost.

Instantly.

It drowned Tushanjun who was in the center.

It is still too terrifying for dozens of Dao Lords to take action, that is, to target just one Tushan Lord, otherwise the entire Tianyuan battlefield will be shattered, sunk into starry sky fragments and merged into the Demonic Abyss.

The top ten Dao Lords were even more merciless.

They only regretted that they did not take action earlier.

How could such a monster be allowed to become enlightened and grow up?

"die!"

"kill!

"Spirit of the Divine Weapon, today is the day you die."

…

"The true spirit of the devil!"

"Immortal!"

The ghosts and gods roared, calling for the body-protecting true energy.

The hammer turns upside down like the shuttle of a loom, dragging the threads of life and death.

The yin and yang wheel behind him rotated at high speed, crazily destroying the incoming magical powers.

The infinite mystical skills could only be extinguished in front of him.

The road is like a millstone, and the heart is ruthless.

"What?!" King Huanxi was shocked. Now he understood a little bit why none of the five of them, including Old Monster Huang, could take down this spirit.

This tyrannical behavior completely wiped out their magical powers.

Three flowers bear three paths, and the three paths echo each other.

This spirit's strength is the strongest even among the top Dao Lords.

"He has become stronger again." Fear flashed in King Xi's eyes. He knew that he would not die, but his heart was still trembling in the face of such a monster.

He has been afraid since he defeated his magic weapon with three hammers.

"No."

The Immortal King clenched his silver teeth tightly, and his crystal lips were pale and bloodless.

"It's not that he has become stronger, it's that he is exerting the power he should have."

"That's right, we were dealing with him just now who was supported by the magic power of two flowers. Now that Wu Rong and three flowers are gathered at the top, he can use his power completely without restraint!"

Mr. Xiaoyao Daodao looked strange and said angrily: "Don't try to increase others' ambition and destroy your own prestige."

"Since his immortal body and millstone can withstand most magical powers, we will kill him at close range and smash him to pieces."

"That's right."

"Close combat!"

"Destroy him!"

More than ten Dao Lords quickly changed their strategies.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, whips, slippers and hammers, axes and axes, golden gourds, sickles and shovels, they all used every opportunity to exploit, and did not give Tushanjun any chance to breathe.

Phew.

Stab.
To be continued...