Tu Shanjun's heart was racing.

He seemed to have found the passion to punch the strong again.

After so many years, the violence in his bones has calmed down a lot, but when he faces a stronger person, he still can't help but feel the surge in his heart.

At this time, his mind was calm and his spirit was calm.

The old ape in cassock slowly stood up in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The kind-hearted face showed a ferocious look, and it opened its bloody mouth to reveal its fangs. The monkey is inherently ferocious, it is the beast in the heart, and of course it has fangs.

Just like Tu Shanjun who is an evil ghost.

Fangs protruding.

The old ape in the cassock seems to be younger, and the dark golden hair on his body has become golden, and in the gaps on the edge of his cassock, there seem to be traces of Xu Jiawei on his body.

The old ape raised his fist and ran wantonly along the star track of the Sea of ​​Knowledge.

Boxing frame.

"Hundred Ghosts."

The phantom of the Lord Transformation God rose into the sky.

The palm prints gathered in the sky, and the black and white qi were like an intertwined cyclone.

This cyclone is still expanding rapidly, and the majestic and vast pressure is hanging down like the Milky Way in the sky, seeming to wash away everything on the ground.

"town!"

…

"kill!"

The silence between the two was broken.

The palm prints falling from the sky and the earth-shaking fist faced each other in the sky above Taiyi Sect.

One punch.

The sky and the earth are clear.

There are no clouds in the sky.

The flesh and blood of Tushanjun's fist was molded into the lake, and only the bones were left.

He still smiled, his livid face grew fangs, he clenched his fist, and clenched this powerful punch. It was a punch condensed by millions of Yin spirits, and it was the embodiment of his true intentions.

Stepping on the moon is like a full bow.

Qing Ming Tian Xia.

The seven-foot body shows off its fists again.

The black robe on his body turned into a long uniform, his hair was tied with a purple-black golden crown, and ten small flags hung down from his back like iron rolls.

It was as if there were thousands of troops behind him.

The old ape who knows the sea is like a general who orders troops.

Silver light blooms.

The desert is like snow.

The Avatar of the God took half a step back, opened his palm and pointed downwards. The blood on Gu Yu's body merged into his body, and the originally weak spiritual consciousness also quickly grew in strength.

Suddenly, the body of the Yuanying, which has grown to a normal size, is the essence of the Master Huashen even though it is the body of the Yuanying.

Xuying spoke calmly and praised: "I don't think there are talented people like you outside the territory. My grandson has offended you. Since you have punished me, it is my turn to protect you."

"Grandpa!" Gu Yu shouted in surprise.

He didn't expect that his grandfather's shadow could grow further.

He doesn't even spare the blood.

It's best to be strong enough to kill this person directly.

This is so happy!

"The true meaning of yin and yang." The virtual shadow of the gods sighed slightly.

This phantom body was still too weak to display its magical powers, so it could only resort to the second best use of Yin and Yang's true meaning. Under the blessing of the true meaning, the originally myriad colors of the world suddenly turned into black and white.

The earth is black.

The sky is white.

When Lord Huashen showed his true intention, the world changed in an instant, as if his spiritual energy and inspiration were suddenly gone.

Tu Shanjun's figure looks so small in the face of the world. His purple-black golden crown is broken, his red hair is flying, his long uniform is rotting, and ten small flags are hanging down behind him without the wind.

"A transformed god who has entered Taoism?" Tu Shanjun murmured softly.

He felt that he could no longer feel the heaven and earth, and that the entire world had fallen into the hands of the Lord Transformation of Gods. This should be due to the huge gap in realm.

The Nascent Soul of the Master Huashen has fully grown into the Yang Shen.

No longer in a baby state.

This is a qualitative change.

Even if it is only 30% of the strength, that 30% is only the strength and not the realm. After absorbing the ancient jade blood, Xu Ying's consciousness has grown stronger and he can already reach a certain realm.

If he were facing a completely transformed god, Tu Shanjun felt that he would have to risk his life to have a 10% or 20% chance of winning.

The Master Huashen borrowed the power of heaven and earth with every movement, and every spell has transformed into a supernatural power. Unlike Tushanjun, only the spells at the bottom of the box become magical powers.

The gap between Yang Shen and Yuanying cannot be bridged by ordinary power.

But what's the problem?

Don’t you dare to punch now?

The first punch of the soul-swallowing true meaning was thrown towards the sky.

A brief change of heaven and earth could not stop Tushanjun from punching the sky.

"Do you... aspire to become an immortal?" Tu Shanjun asked softly, and the ten small flags behind him suddenly opened.

And he also raised his head at this moment, raising his eyes to look at the shadow of heaven and earth.

The winds of heaven and earth are coming.

Ten small flags were fluttering.

The Avatar of the God was surprised: "Wind?"

He also didn't expect that the wind would still rise when he briefly changed the world.

Looking closely, the wind turned out to be boxing wind.

The wind blows and the flags move!

No one knew whether the wind blew the iron-like flags, or whether the flags carried the breath of the wind. All they could see was the seven-foot figure with a fist as wide as a beam, brazenly shaking his fist.

"Finger of Heaven's Punishment!"

The phantom of the transformed god pointed to the sky, and the white sky turned into the Optimus Pillar and descended from the sky.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is not a pillar at all, but the finger of an unknown creature. It is as if God has really taken action and condensed a finger.

Like mountains in the sky.

The sky fell.

The oppressive feeling was just like when he faced the golden elixir master in Dongyuan who had developed a legal domain but had no legal domain himself.

In a pure realm confrontation, he is indeed no match for the Master Huashen. However, this is Taiyi Sect, his home court, and the magic power provided by Taiyi Zhenjun is huge enough.

"No, it's not time yet."

"Sooner or later I will have to face the Lord Transformation God. Even if this body is severely damaged, it doesn't matter." Tu Shanjun still has a trump card that he has not yet shown.

It's not that he can't take it out but that he doesn't want to take it out and use it yet.

So what if he uses spiritual treasures and large formations to suppress the phantom of the gods? He has never been tempered, and will be helpless when facing the Venerable who also has trump cards in the future.

Boom.

The mountains collapsed.

The shadow of the fist roared angrily to resist.

The venerable shadow nodded slightly and said, "You can be proud of yourself if you can compete with my two moves simply by relying on your realm and magic power."

It seems that because he said a few more words, Xuying's eyes are no longer as smart as before. Just a trace of Yang Shen, no matter how powerful it is, is limited.

"You want me to be your whetstone."

The venerable figure said no more, clenched his fingers into fists, and also started a boxing stance.

Since Tu Shanjun intends to use his phantom as a whetstone, he should use the same magical power, using palm to palm and fist to fist.
To be continued...