Miaohe sneered in response.

The Beast King hugged his shoulders and stood on top of the tiger and snake. His serious expression showed a bit of unexpected surprise and a lot of dignity and arrogance. He glanced at the laughing black-robed old devil: "You can laugh how you want.

It can't change your devilish nature. No matter how you slander you, it won't shake my heart in the slightest."

Tushanjun, who patted his legs and straightened his back, couldn't help but smile, pointed at the Beast King, and then put his finger down.

In fact, he already knew that it would be useless to talk so much.

All words are so pale.

Should I defend myself?

Actually it should.

There is no such thing as the pure and the turbid. As long as you don't refute, you will be made a fool of yourself and it will be regarded as acknowledging what you have done.

But Tushanjun doesn't like to argue, he doesn't even like to say anything, he prefers to respect fate.

Of course, if he encountered a demon cultivator who was inhumane, he wouldn't mind taking care of it.

It's not because you want to do good or kill demons.

In fact, there is no particularly valid reason. The only reason that can be considered is relatively private, and it should be to vent anger. I am angry at my fate, so I am angry at all the demon cultivators.

"We, the Beast Controlling Sect, regard spirit beasts as brothers and family members with a common destiny. It is not an exaggeration to call each other Taoist friends. How can you, a devil who excites the soul and refines the soul, and is ruthless and ruthless, understand!" the Beast King said loudly!

He stood, looking at the tiger snake at his feet, and then at the army of spirit beast armor on the battlefield.

"The so-called slavery is even more nonsense."

The only thing that faced him was a pair of deep yet vermilion-red eyes. Those eyes were exceptionally indifferent, and there was no emotional fluctuation. It was as if the owner of the eyes didn't care whether he refuted or whether he could make sense. That's it.

Such an attitude made the anger in the Beast King's heart like sparks igniting a prairie fire.

Then he shouted angrily: "Devil, what else do you have to say!"

"Fellow Taoist Beast King, we have nothing to say to the devil. We cannot fall for the devil's ways."

Miaohe Dazhenjun stopped the Beast King from continuing. They could not fall in love with the devil, otherwise they would fall into a self-evident trap.

Historically, lawsuits have been about whoever is suspicious and who provides evidence, and they cannot be allowed to prove that they are not the devil. This is simply an unsolvable matter, because no one is perfect.

While you were talking, the Yuanying monk from the Hehuan Sect had already walked to Miaohe's side.

Anyone who is less than the Great True Lord did not participate in this round-up.

Similarly, a great true king of the Beast Control Sect also appeared beside the Beast King on the clouds, but his companion beast did not appear. It was obviously a spiritual beast with high concealment ability. And he regarded it as a powerful trump card on the battlefield.

, not displayed openly.

Tu Shanjun looked at the monk opposite him in the distance.

Three supreme true kings.

The three Nascent Soul Great True Lords.

There are six people in total.

Under the dark fog, Tushanjun stretched his muscles.

Since he didn't like talking nonsense, why bother talking to the monks of Hehuan Sect and Beast Control Sect? He didn't mean to spoil their mood with a few words, nor did he want to ridicule the two sects. He just wanted to buy time for himself to recover from his injuries. This is boundless.

He must absorb more of the evil spirit.

"I'm sorry you can't say anything wise, so let's use the simplest method to decide the outcome!"

"There is no need to talk about morality with the devil."

"kill!"

The six monks who were the weakest and the Great True Lord surrounded Tushan Lord. The body-protecting aura emitted a different light. The aura of each one was overwhelming to the other party. With such strength, you can open it yourself.

Zongli Sect can gradually become the largest sect in Xingluo Sea.

They undoubtedly represent Xingluo's top combat power.

Fortunately, Jin Da Zhenjun took the lead.

The formation of the seal is as fast as a flying giant passing through the gap, forming a seal of Nianzun calling for magic, and the aura and magic power around the body are steaming.

A baby's head appeared behind Xing Jin. Under the urging of the magic, the baby's head became more than ten feet long. Most of the body was still in the magic circle and did not climb out. It just gathered two fleshy heads.

Put your little hand on your mouth.

Make a sound like shouting.

Then, terrifying fluctuations gathered in front of the baby's open mouth.

"The Heavenly Ghost Shocking Killing Technique!"

The magic lines on the body flicker and flow.

"disease."

An obscure beam of light burst out.

The target was clearly the green-faced old devil in black robe who was surrounded in the center.

Once such a powerful spell was cast, the aura of heaven and earth seemed to collapse into a moment. At that moment, it condensed into a sword and turned into light and slashed out. The sky was suddenly divided into two halves, and even the steaming black gloomy water-like mist in front of it was torn apart.

, sweep to both sides.

This move is astonishingly fast, and with the strength and magic of his Great True Lord, even the peak Great True Lord may not be able to take it head-on. Even if this person's strength is extraordinary, he can still use the Heavenly Ghost Shocking Killing Technique.

A group of fellow Taoists create opportunities.

Just as he thought, the green-faced old demon refused to dodge, and he didn't even have the energy to protect his body.

Looking back, I saw the beams of light shining in those scarlet eyes.

Before the Supreme Lord Xingjin could be happy, he saw that the impacting beam of light seemed to have encountered some obstacle. It turned into starlight in mid-air and was dispersed by the mist. The mist pushed away by the spell was like a tidal wave.

When a wave hits, there is no huge sound or exciting scene, and his spell disappears. Even the huge baby shadow and magic circle disappear with it.

"It's the wind!"

"wind?"

Xingjin Dazhenjun raised his head in surprise and felt the breeze blowing on his face.

He didn't dare to be negligent at all, and he didn't dare to stand up in front of the Supreme True Lord, who even a great elder found difficult. The protective aura was like a cyan light mask, wrapping his body tightly, without any mistakes or leaks.

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However, this wind was like a maggot attached to his bones. The moment it came into contact, it had eaten away holes in his protective mask, and it might not take long for the wind's breath to pierce through it.

Fortunately, he took half a step back.

Inexplicably horrified.

Such quiet means are truly unexpected.

No wonder Linzhao was injured so seriously and was even sent directly back to the sect to recuperate.

One can see the whole thing at a glance. To be able to defeat his spell so easily is simply unfathomable. For such a monk, ordinary methods have long been useless against him.

It made Xing Jin feel great pressure, and he couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart.

The Beast King roared: "Change the world!"

The tiger snake under the seat opened its mouth and spit out the majestic thick fog, which turned into a drowning river in mid-air, like a spreading river, a wanton flood. In just a moment, it had transformed the world into what was most beneficial to him, the god.

Consciousness spreads out like a spider web, grasping the world that it already controlled in its hands.

"Change the world."

Miaohe did not watch, and also used magic to temporarily change the world.

The true magical power lingers around him, and the aura of spiritual intelligence has merged with the heaven and earth. The pressure of being the pinnacle true king shines on the earth like the bright moon in the sky. However, after the full light bloomed, he did not know what was suppressing it back.

Miaohe looked at Tushanjun with a gloomy expression.

Tu Shanjun curled his lips and raised his hand. A Yuanying Yin spirit in the distance picked up the soul banner, and the soul banner wrote:

‘Absolutely.’

Each of the ten soul flags of the Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions represents a great supernatural power.

These ten soul flags are not in a progressive relationship, but a cyclical and equal relationship. Only when they are combined together is the complete Ten Directions Ghost King Formation. And the magic of these small flags is the 'Jedi Tiantong'

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The monks within the formation cannot use mana to saturate the world at all. The world within the formation seems to have been cut out from the heaven and earth, turning into a ghostly ghost with no leverage or support at all, even if there is more mana.

, if there is no heaven and earth to borrow from, how can we exert the power of changing heaven and earth?

"No, I can't sense it in his formation..."

"Fellow Taoist is right, we made a miscalculation!"

"Did he trick us into joining the battle?"

"Don't panic."
To be continued...