The splendid Taoism blooms in heaven and earth.

The mountain saint with the holy vessel on his back is like a saint who has stepped into the air and overwhelmed the world.

Not to mention whether it was the true meaning of magical power or the powerful form of magic, at this moment, Yu Haoming became the most authentic embodiment of the holy realm.

Those are the mountains that look up!

The growth is astounding.

Mountains don't crush everything.

The mountain just fell quietly.

Things that cannot withstand the power of the mountain will be annihilated.

Whether it was an idea or aura, or an army entangled in a formation, or a method powerful enough to change the entire small world, they were all turned into powder by the mountain's power when the passing Yin soldiers roared in the clouds and let out their final screams.

, turned into an evil spirit that vanished into thin air and was allowed to be blown away by the turbid sky.

Gaze at the majesty of the saint in the mountains.

Tushanjun remembered the legend of his hometown.

Legend has it that if a god makes a mistake, he will be crushed under the mountain.

In the past, he didn't have a very intuitive view of mountains. He only thought how could a god be easily trapped by a huge mountain.

It wasn't until he actually fought against the mountain sage that Tu Shanjun understood why the ancients were so in awe of the mountains. They were indescribably heavy and huge, and even frightening.

Mountains are mountains.

Regardless of shape.

Seeing helplessly his heavenly soldiers and generals being crushed by the mountain, Tu Shanjun looked down like an emperor sitting high in the clouds, murmuring softly: "I know the mountain is powerful enough, but the mountain is not a real mountain after all. So, is the mountain a real mountain?"

I'm afraid, do mountains also have souls?"

"Does the mountain long to become an immortal?"

‘Tushanjun’ raised the soul-honoring flag in his hand.

A huge gust of wind and clouds surged, and infinite evil energy burst out from the high-lofted Soul Flag, completely changing the world. The evil energy surged, like the rising tide of sea waves, and the clouds and mist turned into rolling waves in an instant.

Look carefully.

Those are not the waves in the mortal world, but the rampant soldiers and ghost generals who are stepping on the clouds and the sky.

Tu Shanjun opened his mouth and recited.

The sides of the face become wider and wider.

One side is a devil and the other side is a saint.

In the middle is a green-faced and fanged evil spirit.

Except for the absence of the main soul, Tu Shanjun has completely shown his ability to keep the bottom of the box.

Today's Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions is home to millions of Yin gods, three Nascent Soul peak ghost kings, and seven venerable ghost kings.

It is enough to be invincible in the same environment without relying on the main soul body.

Even if the monk in charge of the Soul Banner is only in the early stages of becoming a god, relying on the Soul Banner's foundation is enough to become a famous and powerful man on the list of geniuses.

But this time the opponent is really tough.

Yu Haoming is not an ordinary venerable person at all.

Even without using the family's trump card and the master's background, he is far better than monks of the same level just by relying on his own skills.

The other party was arrogant enough that when facing Meng Zhi and Tu Shanjun, they didn't even bother to use their treasures and family heritage, but chose to use their own Taoist realm to confront them head-on.

Maybe this is the confidence that genius has in himself.

He does have the ability to be proud of himself.

The pressure brought by this magical power is terrifying.

Tushanjun stared at Jueban.

Jedi Heaven Pass.

Completely cut off Yu Haoming's successor power.

The Zhu Banner and the Mountain Realm Saint were only slightly behind in their clash of blows against the huge moon in the sky.

Feeling the consumption of mana in his body and the refining of the Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Formation, Tu Shanjun planned to use the final refinement of this formation to completely remove the mountain saint from Yu Haoming's body.

Lord Tushan sat cross-legged on a high platform and kneaded the magic formula: "The gods of the ten directions, as numerous as sand and dust, have transformed into the realms of the ten directions...!"

As the words fell, the ghost king at the peak of Nascent Soul immediately revealed his incarnation, with green-faced fangs protruding from his true form, and the ghost kings standing in all directions reappeared one after another in the aftermath of the chanting.

The Ghost King of the Ten Palaces is at the top.

Let’s twist together.

Reciting unknown magical powers.

Just like a star stepping into the sky, Yu Haoming touches the sky and the earth with his hand, the morning light collides, and under the shining of the treasure realm, thousands of miles are clear and bright, all bathed in his vast coldness.

Taking one step forward, the frost froze the world behind him.

He is like a descended saint, the lord of cold weather, commanding the solar terms.

"cover!"

The words blurt out.

The Nascent Soul Ghost King that was the first to manifest was immediately filled with cracks.

The same is true for the remaining two Nascent Soul Ghost Kings.

The reason why they didn't dissipate directly was because they were in a large formation and connected with the entire formation.

However, precisely because of this, Huanghu felt even more regretful.

The peak Nascent Soul is like a three-year-old child in front of the saint. If it were not for the protection of the great formation, the peak Nascent Soul would not be able to get close to the saint, and the Lord Transformation of God who is in front is really inferior.

Huang Hu thought to himself: "If I were the ghost king standing there and banishing the Nascent Soul breath..."

Replace two more deity-incarnation venerables.

With the ghost kings of the ten directions cooperating with this great formation, can they fight against the real saints?

Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head.

He doesn't want to die.

Which of the famous Yin gods on this flag is not a slave spirit?

As for whether they can fight, it depends on the person in charge of the soul flag.

"Master, if you keep fighting like this, my magic power will be exhausted."

Meng Zhi said urgently in his heart.

He could already feel the exhaustion and roar coming from his body, which was the agitation of Fahai and the pain of his flesh and blood body.

If there is a stalemate like this, before the formation can refine Yu Haoming, his body will collapse and die first.

Tu Shanjun looked serious and said: "This battle is inevitable."

"trust me."

"This is not a question of whether I believe you or not."

"If we mobilize our mana again, we will definitely be defeated first."

"Will not."

"I know that the formation is powerful, and you are also a sacred person, but your spirit body is not here after all!"

Meng Zhi was already shaken and even panicked. If it was delayed as he said, Yu Haoming would withdraw from the formation after half a quarter of an hour when he had no other means.

But Tushanjun didn't want to wait at all.

Instead, he attacked.

Doesn't this mean treating his life as child's play?

Gambling his life?

yes.

Everyone is happy to win.

What if you lose?

He will die!

However, regardless of success or failure, Mr. Hu will definitely remain invincible.

As a spiritual treasure and the object of competition for everyone, will Mr. Fox die?

Meng Zhi doesn’t think so.
To be continued...