Chapter 887 Excellent

Meng Zhi took a deep breath and sneered: "Without my spiritual body, you can only control the Yin God in the banner with your spiritual consciousness. You are not my opponent at all."

"Besides, the Honored Soul Banner is under my control. Even if you always want to draw out my magic power, you must use a cultivation level higher than mine."

"I have not understood the mountain realm, but I have an unparalleled foundation."

In Meng Zhi's view, since Tu Shanjun hid his weapon spirit body, he was afraid that he would use magical methods to suppress it, so that the soul flag would completely fall into his control.

Even the master himself is afraid of him, so how could he be afraid of mere divine consciousness.

He is unusually calm now.

The tension and anxiety in my heart gradually disappeared.

Quietly think about the incomparable treasures stored in your hands.

The tall red-haired figure had cold eyes.

If the confrontation wasn't like this, he really wouldn't want to take action.

He has given Mengzhi countless opportunities. Whenever he repented a little bit, Tushanjun wanted him to survive as much as possible. However, he showed no sign of looking back.

Meng Zhi made up his mind to make this happen.

Tu Shanjun said softly: "I have foreseen countless scenarios. I thought that I would be carefree and worry-free. There would be no family ties, no limitations on qualifications, and no enemies that I could not deal with. Then I would not die from this at all. No matter.

To think that this time, it was me who took action myself."

"I thought you would be the most special one."

Take one step forward.

The sunny day turns the sky and the earth.

Xiao Yuehan, boundless evil energy steamed up, turning into a ten thousand feet of demonic abyss and appeared behind the phantom.

Under the influence of the black and red spiritual aura, it was like a dark cloud covering the sun, turning this half into darkness, while the dark golden tiger-eyed Meng Zhi standing on the other side rose up with dark golden light, illuminating the eternal sky.

"I am the most special one."

"I will completely master the soul flag, create a great clan's divine sect, and achieve the supreme immortal path." Meng Zhi said lightly.

As he spoke, an awe-inspiring sword light slashed across the horizon, slashing straight towards the phantom not far away. Under the control of his magic power and divine consciousness, the soul flag in his hand turned into a black gold blood sword.

After smashing that darkness.

Meng Zhi's eyes flashed with firmness and determination.

Even though Tu Shanjun had ulterior motives at first, he taught him carefully.

It's just that in this world, there are right and wrong roads. The road that is not far is wrong. If he wants to go further and make more profits, he must do this.

He turned around and said, "Just keep an eye on me. My path is the right one!"

Cut it off with one sword.

The figure became increasingly faint.

Tu Shanjun finally decided not to hold back anymore. This mistake was made by him, so naturally he should solve it.

For the sake of strength and a future, Meng Zhi had already deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. He didn't know what outrageous things he would do in the future. He could not allow such a thing to happen.

Even after killing Meng Zhi, he will completely confirm his reputation as a demon soldier.

He did not hesitate.

"I don't care what the world thinks of me."

"I just don't want anyone to be like me again."

Tu Shanjun thought about many very bad consequences, but he never thought of taking action himself.

If he is willing to escape, he can continue to wait, wait for the monks of the Yu family to take action against Meng Zhi, or actively activate the Holy Tribulation to lead those old monsters to take action against Meng Zhi who is holding the soul flag, and watch Meng Zhi with cold eyes.

Self-destruction through self-selection.

If nothing else works, he can ask Yu Linglong to clean up the house for him.

However, that is just to make myself feel more at ease.

But he failed to shoulder the responsibilities that a master should have.

Therefore, even if it hurts.

He must also take action.

"Meng Zhi."

"The time has come."

The white ghost hand suddenly opened.

Whispered:

"It's time for you to fulfill your promise!"

…

"Boom."

The sound of heavy footsteps came.

It also awakened this silent darkness.

Darkness stirs.

The sea of ​​fog rolled.

The sea of ​​consciousness is vast, and Yang Shen, who is sitting cross-legged in the central sky pillar, suddenly opens his eyes.

"Varied……?"

Meng Zhi lowered his head and looked at himself and the vast world in front of him. He couldn't help but be shocked, wondering how he could appear in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The heavy footsteps coming from a distant direction were like war drums.

The iron boots didn't feel like they were stepping on the ground, but rather like they were strangling his strong heart.

Two rays of golden light burst out from Meng Zhi's eyes and pierced the fog in front of him. At the same time, the golden light also lit up the figure walking in the distance.

Red-haired waterfall.

The top corner reaches the sky.

The green-faced fangs are a pair of black-red eyes that look like an abyss, magnificent and deep.

The tall figure was wearing a black and red robe and iron boots. He stepped down with one step, and the mist in front of him receded like a courtier, reflecting his growing taller body.

Meng Zhi stared at the approaching figure.

a long time.

He laughed and said: "It seems that I underestimated you, old man. I didn't expect that you, old man, had a trick, and you didn't even need my weapon spirit to step into my sea of ​​consciousness."

"I can't even feel the fluctuation of mana. Doesn't this move require too much mana support?"

From the initial surprise, it turned out to be true.

Meng Zhi stood up slowly, held it in the air, and the Soul Reverend Banner appeared in his hand: "Master insists on killing the disciple, so don't blame the disciple for being unfilial. Since the Soul Reverend Banner can be controlled without a weapon spirit, then

Why should I keep you standing in the way of my path?"

"Anyone who stands in my way is my mortal enemy!"

"ban."

The red-haired figure in the distance raised his hand and pointed.

Meng Zhi was surprised to find that the soul flag that had turned into a black gold blood knife in his hand had turned into fly ash. No matter how he mobilized his spiritual consciousness to control it, he could not shake it at all.

His face was gloomy and his eyes were heavy.

Once there is a battle between the sea of ​​consciousness and the consciousness, except for a few sharp weapons that can protect and attack the consciousness, all the other treasures prepared will be useless.

Now that he is restricted from using the Zunhun Banner, it is equivalent to bringing the two of them to an equal position. He can only rely on his own strength to defeat Tushanjun.

Meng Zhi looked at the sky. After all, this was his sea of ​​consciousness and the world he dominated. Even if there was nothing, he would have the absolute advantage.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and a dark green knife floated in his palm: "This knife is called the God-cutting Knife. It is a holy weapon and specializes in spiritual consciousness. I found it in the Yu family's treasure house. This knife is very fragile, but it is very fragile."

Look at what it's against, if it's just spiritual consciousness, then it's a first-rate weapon."

"The sky is evergreen."

"Give me three transformations in hell."

"Hell Knife!"

The moment the green knife fell into Meng Zhi's hand, it turned into a four-foot sword.

In an instant, eighteen sharp sword qi converged into a terrifying hell.

A phantom of Shura appeared behind Meng Zhi, grasped the front handle of the long sword with his withered palm, and swung the sword with a blow that could destroy everything.
To be continued...