"disease!"

Magical powers appear during the circulation of spells.

The shadow formed by the black and red blood lines that gathered on the body roared and roared.

Lightning arcs flashed, completely igniting the robes on his body!

The black thunder turned into armor and attached to Tushanjun's six-foot-long body. When the electric light was formed, it tore a vacuum around him. Whether it was the spiritual aura or the actual coercion, it seemed that the black thunder penetrated the gap to protect the body.

The person creates a small world of freedom.

The thunder armor is like surging light particles flowing around the body.

The stream of magical power turned into raging steam when it touched the thunder.

"Thunder Prison You Ming Yi!"

"become."

Xutian Shenyi, who tore half of the abyss apart, could only stretch out one arm and could not fully stretch his body.

However, at the same time that the thunder clothes were formed, black thunder also appeared on Xu Tian's mysterious body. In an instant, light and shadow intertwined, thunder and electricity were woven, and the black-purple thunder light flow covered Xu Tian's magical body.

"Roar!"

The terrifying ghosts and gods as tall as a hundred feet high in the illusory city finally tore open the narrow gates of the abyss on all sides.

Come out of it completely.

For a moment, the evil spirit surged up and turned into thick black clouds, the thunder and lightning danced wildly as if in celebration, and the light curtain under the waterfall sang endlessly.

It's as if the world is cheering, but it's not the clear sky and vast land outside, but this dark cave sky, abyss, blessed land, thunder and rain, and a long river of blood.

The scarlet candlelight is like a dim light falling on the black river.

A huge miraculous shadow as tall as a hundred-foot city, barefoot, stood quietly on this long river in the dark cave.

Tu Shanjun tightened his grip on the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

During the swing, the infinite soul-swallowing energy burst out from its own body.

Take off the gun and turn it into a fist, and use the fist to turn into a gun.

The stick in his hand has already been mastered by his true intention. What's more, the main stick of the Zunhun Banner was originally a part of Tushanjun's body, and now it doesn't feel unfamiliar at all.

As he used his fists, the Xu Tian Shen Yi behind him who was holding the small world also moved accordingly.

Unfold the killing frame and raise the soul-swallowing fist.

Pei Mingru, who was in black robe, looked at the powerful figure who dared to challenge the great elder in shock, and the wisdom of heaven and earth seemed to be gathered into his body.

That terrifying lightning could even annihilate their spells.

Even the pressure of the False God Formation is like a piece of foam being burned to make way for the person in the center.

Looking at the supernatural power behind it, it is even more shocking.

If he read correctly, this virtual god is composed of the flesh and blood of the black gold blood tiger and the green-faced fox. It is not uncommon for ordinary people to have different virtual gods, and even multiple virtual gods.

What makes people feel strange about this person is that different kinds of supernatural beings are actually combined together.

It's as if the tiger and fox were originally part of the terrifying figure, and now they are just filled with flesh and blood.

Even though it was filled with flesh and blood, it still seemed incomplete.

However, this is enough.

Looking at that illusory figure seemed to stir up fear in my heart.

There was obviously no ferocious figure, and there was no terrifying scene. There was an indescribable horror in that sacred place, making people dare not look at the illusory figure standing on the blood river in the cave.

Boom.

Ripple flow.

Scarlet candlelight flickered.

The black and red bloody mist split the sky.

Waves appeared in the river condensed by mist, and the roaring and wailing creatures crawled out in twisted shapes, but turned into evil spirits and surged back when the waves hit them. Until the vision in front of them returned to calm, it was still not clear what it was.

It was my misconception that some ghost spirit had actually landed just now.

"Who is this?!"

Pei Si's grandfather sent a message to Pei Mingru in surprise.

He came from the dojo only after sensing the pressure of spiritual power, so he didn't know what happened.

Pei Mingru sighed and said, "Oh, I can't tell for a while."

He couldn't help but think of the situation that day in Tianyang Shenzong, after Pei Wanyou's defeat, he took control of the situation.

Although he felt that Pei should not continue to be persistent, he was not from Sanniang's point of view, but from Pei's point of view.

He hopes that the Pei family will become better and stronger, instead of holding on to a secret like it is now, like picking up a stone, putting it down, and not letting it go.

Unexpectedly, the helper Sanniang found was so powerful.

He should ask Lao San about his history.

I only heard that Pei Wanhong, the third child, went into seclusion to recuperate decades ago and could not be disturbed.

The slightly chubby monk snorted coldly and said: "If he is not one of his own family, he is not good enough. I think this person is not a good person, otherwise he would not be able to rely on Xu Hongshang."

Immediately he turned his eyes and looked at Pei Mingru and said: "How can the clan uncle be so soft-hearted and achieve great things? I don't think the clan uncle can explain it to the ancestors."

"Things haven't gotten to that point yet."

"No matter how strong this person is, no matter how extraordinary his origins are, he is still no match for the Great Elder."

Another Venerable Pei waved his hand to smooth things over.

He is also speculating on the origin of Tu Shanjun.

Nowadays, no one will definitely connect Tushanjun with Tianyang Shenzong.

This magic power is not owned by Tianyang Shenzong.

Looking at the origins of monks, spirituality and aura come first, followed by magic and magical powers.

In the world of spiritual practice, the fact that Tao is different is not just talk.

Once there is a conflict between the cultivation methods, it may be seriously injured and the cultivation level will regress, or it may go crazy.

Pei Si's grandfather looked searchingly, crossed the Qingming Blessed Land, looked at where Pei Yezheng was, and asked, "Didn't the clan elder take action?"

"No."

Pei Mingru was also confused.

While everyone was talking, the great elder's sub-sage magical power had been fully displayed, and the terrifying ghost and god whose appearance could not be seen also punched fiercely, and the "mountain" fought against the "mountain".

In an instant, it was like a meteor hitting the earth, setting off a blazing heat wave and terrifying ripples.

Daylight flashed before my eyes.

It's like the weight of a mountain, annihilating everything.

The ghosts and gods of Baizhang took action in anger, with majestic momentum and unparalleled magical fists.

Like a bright moon rising into the sky, like a scorching sun.

The terrifying mixture of spiritual intelligence exploded together, like two blazing meteor iron ingots, quenched at the same time, and the blast of air swept away hundreds of miles around them.

The flowers, birds, fish and insects turned into dust, and the flying sand and stones turned into powder, leaving only the bare and open-chested earth with endless heat, and the sky covered with clouds and mist.

The illusory sun and moon fell into the deep sea of ​​​​blood river, and the entire small world of the netherworld quickly collapsed.

The giant ghosts and gods resisted tenaciously and after dozens of breaths of stalemate, their bodies were like a mountain avalanche, roaring and splashing with turbulent waves.

No matter how unwilling he is, he is still no match for Ya Sheng's magical power.

That is already a method similar to that of a saint. Even if it cannot exert its full strength, it still has at least 60 to 70% of its power.

Tu Shanjun's six-foot-long figure seemed to be burning under the overthrow of Yasheng's 'mountain'. The fire and thunder collided, tearing and burning his flesh and blood until nothing was left.

A few moments.

Heaven and earth are all clear.

There was silence for thousands of miles.

Pei Mingru sighed softly: "What a pity, Daozi's seedling."

"I don't see it as a pity."

"It will be a pity for us if he becomes a Taoist one day." Monk Yuan Gun said, holding his shoulders.

Pei would be happy to be able to suppress this genius here.

Pei Si's grandfather didn't say anything.

He just looked at the great elder walking through the sky in the distance.
To be continued...