Suddenly.

The purple air gathering above the Han River is like rolling waves.

The arc light fights fiercely and turns into lightning.

It was like a roar from ancient times, more like the rhythm of nature. All of this was due to the tall figure walking in the air. It seemed that even the thunder calamity had already felt the power of the coming person.

Purple air comes from the east and turns into black and purple thunder clouds.

The power of Heaven is like a pair of hands covering the whole world, holding all the ideas in his hands.

The tall man who was walking in the air raised his head slightly, his dark red eyes bursting with two rays of light.

A moment.

Black-red mist enveloped the sky and earth, intertwined with the thousands of lightning arcs, and then, the illusory body behind the monk in the corner seemed to turn into a hundred-foot high city in an instant.

Sigh softly:

"inverse!"

The light arced like falling meteors, and under the fist of that tall body, it was like raindrops traveling upstream. It flew away from the Han River eight hundred miles away, completely tearing apart the electric light intertwined with the black mist, and turned it into a soaring sky.

The flowing light becomes a Milky Way of heaven and earth with waterfall light flowing backwards.

In a thunderstorm.

Tu Shanjun looked into the distance.

The aura around him was like a solid ocean, flowing freely and rising against the current.

At the moment when the evil spirit returned, cleared away the invading thunder and fire, and shattered the seventh thunder calamity, he had transformed into a venerable person.

The moment he became a venerable, Lord Donghai, who was in the ruins of heaven and earth, was included in the soul banner. After acquiring the soul of a venerable, the already stable aura surged again.

Look at your body.

"This is?"

Tu Shanjun touched his face in surprise.

He seemed to feel the passage of time.

In the past, he couldn't feel it. Even if it is an artifact, it also has a 'life'. This lifespan does not mean a specific number, a fixed number of heaven and earth, but the withering of time after no one holds the soul flag, which is the last thing that will happen.

It attracts attention, but it is also the most ruthless carving knife.

No one can escape the seal carving of the Heavenly Sword.

Now, Tushanjun can feel that his time seems to be passing very slowly, very slowly.

Even if his body dies, it may be guaranteed not to decay.

All of this came from within, and the jade bones as black as rock seemed to have a layer of black water attached to them.

The water light blooms and merges into the flesh and blood and washes over the body, boom, boom, boom, the heart beats powerfully, and the spiritual aura of the internal organs flows and takes shape like a ball of air.

Tu Shanjun raised his head and roared.

"Roar!"

Thunder clouds opened.

Moonlight comes.

The eight-hundred-mile-long Han River is full of moonlight, like the fairy catkins floating in the water of a goddess playing in the water. It is more like a large mirror, shrouding the figure walking in the air.

Under the moonlight.

When the figure roared, it tore the covering robe on its body into pieces and turned into a ferocious evil ghost.

With a green face and fangs, red hair like a waterfall, the evil spirit suddenly turned into a swirling black mist, and suddenly condensed into cumulus clouds, seeming to turn the entire world upside down.

The thunder calamity above is the earth, and the Han River below is the sky.

All of this was turned upside down by the ghost standing in the center.

The evil is like the sea of ​​clouds suddenly becoming majestic, and the silt swallowing up the vastness of the sky.

The light is like a big ghost, a crazy demon under the moon.

Finally, his body is fully revealed.

The black mist settled.

In the blink of an eye, the 800-mile-long Han River turned into a river of blood for wronged souls. Countless painful ghosts tried to get ashore from the river embankment, but were beaten back by the surging blood.

Until the tall 'ghost' landed barefoot on the blood river, and the entire blood river instantly turned into a dark cave.

under darkness,

The drifting red candle is so bright.

The tall ghost bent down and picked up a puddle of water, and the water suddenly turned black.

The water droplets formed by the indescribable law surged in all directions.

However, this time it is for the body.

Tu Shanjun clearly felt the transformation of his body.

This is the water droplet that has the same origin as the Taiyin Refining Form Gathering Bone.

The black and red blood intertwined into a mysterious and mysterious pattern, floating on the surface of the body, completely covering the original paleness and turning it into iron blue.

His arms and body also turned ashen, and the electric arc struck, like beating a copper bell, making bursts of muffled sound, which sounded like the aftertaste of blooming, as if it was not a monk overcoming a tribulation, but something unfathomable.

The powerful power is playing instrumental music, and the sweet sound of the bells is heard.

Black and purple invisible flames burned.

But is it really a flame?

"The power of Taiyin!"

Tu Shanjun didn't know what to say about the power he had, so he could only name it after this.

At the same time, the terrifying freeze-frame formed by the distortion of the body pattern, and the tempering of blood and fire, finally made Tushanjun's body similar to that of an ordinary monk become different, with his blue-purple flesh and blood shrouded in aura of spiritual light.

Although this kind of body is not as good as the non-bone body, it possesses different powerful powers.

Tu Shanjun looked at his body and said softly: "It looks a bit like refining a corpse."

"Then let's call it the 'immortal corpse'."

His Tao body is still incomplete. Whether it is an immortal bone or an immortal corpse, they are all pieces of the puzzle of the Tao body.

…

Zhu Xianhe suddenly turned his head and looked at his colleagues beside him. After confirming that Deputy City Master Jiang was beside him, he let out a sigh of relief.

If he had already sentenced the demon cultivator to death before, he would not be the executioner now, because he was by no means a match for the newly enthroned demon king.

There was even a bit of fear in his heart.

If he didn't call his colleagues and instead guarded alone, he didn't know whether he could be that person's opponent.

He clearly no longer is.

Being timid before fighting is a taboo among military strategists. If one could judge a person's strength based solely on his breath and intelligence, it would not cause so many fights.

The aura of aura is only part of the measurement.

Without a fight, no one knows who will win.

"This person is so terrifying?!" The childlike old man exclaimed, his eyes shining brightly.

He felt that this monk who had overcome the tribulation might have reached the threshold of a major sect. At that time, they thought that this person would definitely die, but they did not expect that he was just dormant.

Like a dragon lurking in the abyss, waiting for an opportunity.

The tall Tie Xiong said: "I think his spiritual aura is just powerful. Look at the black-red mist behind him, which is a hundred feet long. It is clearly the prototype of the virtual sky and the different earth. Such magical powers can be

It cannot be mastered by a monk who has just become a god, he must be a genius."

For quite a few years, he had never touched the edge of this layer after he stepped into the realm of transformation. It was only after he practiced hard that he finally touched it, and the one in front of him naturally appeared as a phantom when he stepped into the venerable realm.

It's really infuriating that people are so different from each other, and it makes people lament the gap between geniuses.

Who can cultivate to the peak of the second step and become a god-incarnation venerable, who has not been a genius before.

It's just that on the long road of spiritual practice, some people walk faster and farther, while others slow down their pace or even stop.

There are many reasons for this, but I have to admire it.

The discussion between the three people did not change Deputy City Lord Jiang's expression.

There was only a slight vibration under the lids of the eyes that could not be seen clearly.

Among the people present, his strength is the strongest, he can sit in the position of deputy city lord, and as one of the three prime ministers of Tianji City, his strength is undoubted, and his eyesight is naturally excellent.

Others may not be able to see that the demon under the moon is clearly taking the opportunity to refine his body.

This made him wonder, was this person not a human being, but a demon who had broken into the spiritual world?
To be continued...