Chapter 898 Fighting

The golden armor retreated.

Tu Shanjun couldn't care less about being happy.

A big hand from the sky slowly took shape, supporting the ruined sky tower at the feet of the golden-armored god.

With a gentle squeeze, Tianque was instantly transformed into a platform of ten thousand thunders.

After observing this feat, Tushanjun was shocked.

If the big hand of the sky is allowed to throw the divine thunder platform, perhaps the soul flag that stands in the center of the formation, like a pillar of heaven, will be smashed to pieces by this side of thunder.

Just when he was about to sacrifice the Sovereign Soul Banner with all his strength, the big hand in the sky and the refining treasure platform melted away like a breeze.

"Gone?"

Not even that.

Because the thunder tribulation will continue.

But there was no more terrifying breath.

As the thunderstorm intensified, tens of thousands of ghost soldiers died in battle and their evil spirits melted away. Tushanjun himself was also seriously injured, and Meng Zhi's body only had a small amount of mana left.

Tongtianzhu.

Long flags float.

The blue-black sky spread out and swept across, as if day and night were really changing.

The thousands of Yin gods standing on the soul flag are the stars in the sky.

Dragon-shaped thunder roars.

The world is shattered in anger.

Thousands of thunderbolts were breathed out.

Turned into a vast ocean of molten iron to build the pillars of heaven.

Lightning Pillar.

Numerous cracks appeared in the Zunhun Banner, but the Holy Power of the Spiritual Machine increased instead of decreasing.

As the thunder disappeared, the purple dragon gathered by thousands of thunders flew forward and tore open the main pole of the soul flag with one claw. The sharp claws were embedded in it, seeming to completely tear the soul flag into pieces.

"The thunder dragon descended from the sky to help me refine my weapons!"

"Fire of All Causes."

"Refining!"

Tu Shanjun used Nianjue to cast a spell.

The Zunhun Banner immediately burst out with countless black gold threads to bind the Thunder Dragon and completely fixed it to the main pole.

The thunder dragon roared and tried to break free, but found that it was in vain. It could only turn into pure evil energy during its scream and merge into the main pole, adding the divine material of heavenly thunder to this soul flag.

"Thunder Tribulation Gold."

"Forge a holy weapon!"

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with surprise.

His guess should be right.

…

The evil ghost above the soul flag is covered with a layer of "flesh". In fact, it is not flesh and blood at all, but is forged from fine gold. It looks like the sharp edge of "skin".

The evil ghost's face is integrated on three sides, and the faces on both sides seem to be still stuck together and not completely separated.

The two ghost hands each hold three secondary flags.

Chaos lingers in purple and black.

Seeing that the transformation of the Zunhun Banner behind him is coming to an end.

The lava-like bloody lines above the main black gold pole converged into the sacred seal talisman, which looked more sacred and increasingly obscure.

If an ordinary monk is shrouded in this golden talisman, he will most likely be instantly affected by the holy seal recorded on the talisman, thus changing his own cultivation.

After being bathed in thunder and refined by the fire of mortal karma, the black gold of the main pole itself had transformed into a treasure of heaven and earth, and was named Wan Ye Black Tribulation Gold by Tu Shanjun.

Karmic gold is attached to the heavenly evil karmic fire.

It looks like a hazy mist, but is actually a blazing fire.

On the platform where the generals were worshipped, Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and the sky pillar behind him shook violently, shrinking continuously under his spell, and instantly transformed into a figure of about ten feet, and was held in the hands of the red-haired ghost king.

The blue-black ghost hands shook, and the surrounding evil spirits and residual thunder were immediately absorbed into the flags.

The thunder above ceased, and the evil spirits of all karma disappeared.

Tu Shanjun's flat crown turned into the ghost king's crown, and the eighteen bead curtains remained motionless. The large clothes on his body were woven into the king's robe under the burning of the karma fire. The ten small flags behind him were fully manifested, as if the ghost king was in charge.

Thousands of troops and horses appear as if they were present, solemn as swords in the mountains and forests.

Tushanjun put his hands together.

The divine spirit turned into a ball that gathered in his palms, and was then absorbed by his body.

Mountain environment.

Legalized world.

Although this world is still false, with the mountain standing tall on the sky and the earth, it is like the chaos has opened up, and it is no longer a state of confusion.

The realm is not the second Dantian.

It's like a real little world.

It is the world conceived in the body of a monk.

After nurturing such a world, the power fed back from the mountain world has changed qualitatively. With every move of your hands, the world is under your control, as if you have truly transformed from a monk into a planet, and can feel the pulse of the earth and the sky.

breathing.

Tu Shanjun murmured: "No wonder the pressure on me was so great when I faced the saint."

Unless you are a peerless genius or a Taoist disciple of a powerful sect, no god can defeat a saint.

This does not mean that they are not smart enough or talented enough. Because the saints are simply too powerful, they have completely surpassed the understanding of ordinary gods.

Speaking of which, those great Taoists are actually different kinds of monsters.

Because they were able to rely on their own foundation to erase the huge gap and defeat ordinary saints.

After accumulating this foundation and then breaking through to become a saint, how profound must his conduct be?

Tu Shanjun glanced over.

Outside the killing array.

Those people should be impatient.

It's not to congratulate him on becoming a saint, but to snatch the 'sacred weapon'.

"Saint Weapon, Honored Soul Banner."

He looked at the large banner in his hand.

After crossing this hurdle, the soul banner was melted into a holy weapon, how could it not make people happy?

However, when he stared at the soul flag, Tu Shanjun's face was ashen. In order to achieve this goal, many people died, and he even ended the life of a direct disciple with his own hands.

Watch closely.

It's complicated at the moment.

Tu Shanjun withdrew his gaze.

Now is not the time to feel sad, and his heart is far harder than imagined.

"Can it be done?"

He asked himself this question.

If anyone has given him the most terrifying sense of oppression since he started practicing Buddhism, it is undoubtedly the Taoist Master of Jambudvipa.

Jamfu Daojun didn't have to suppress others with his cultivation. He just watched everything happen quietly. Then when Tushanjun came to his senses, he had become the opponent's pawn.

Perhaps actively or passively, I helped him get things done.

Therefore, Tushanjun always has a kind of fear that seems to be escaping.

He didn't want to fight with Lord Jambudvipa, but he had to take action.

He had a reason to take action.

"come yet?"

Tushanjun murmured softly.
To be continued...