Chapter 903 Devouring the Lord

Ouyang Qiu Xianzhang's heart clenched.

The soul flag on the left hand suddenly disappeared.

His slender eyes looked forward without any movement.

The annihilation of thousands of rivers and mountains was not enough to cause him any emotional disturbance.

The only thing that puzzled Ouyang Qiuxian was that part of his mana loss was incorporated into the soul flag without permission.

Immediately, he calmed down, locked the Dharma Sea in his Dantian, and said calmly: "All dharmas return to their origin, and the destroyed dharmas prosper. The creation of the Shantian and the Earth has been applied to my body to make the great world without leakage."

"Thousands of techniques, ten thousand methods."

"Cultivation makes me true and the devil will never be extinguished."

"How can you, a misguided person who doesn't even understand the way forward, be able to spy on it?"

The thin figure stands in the sky and the earth, like a pillar standing in the sky.

Even if the whole body is broken and broken, as he said, the world is the most stable around him.

Ouyang Qiuxian's cold voice resounded.

"If you were still alive in your previous life, I would have respected you. But now it's just a holy soldier who hangs himself. How can I change my expression?"

"Even if you can explode the world and shatter the void."

"I feel like walking on flat ground."

In this world, only Daojun can kill Daojun, and only Daojun-level self-immolation can make fear flash across his face.

It was just the self-destruction of a peerless holy weapon. Even with the current situation, the peerless holy weapon would completely wipe out thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and it would only cause him minor injuries.

A mere minor injury will heal on its own with just a breath of air.

"out!"

A small bell appeared in Ouyang Qiuxian's withered hand.

jingle.

The broken world immediately stopped.

In the void.

Tiger Tomb.

The red-haired ghost king murmured softly: "The self-destruction of the Soul Banner to the Peerless Saint Weapon is very powerful, but it still cannot shake the Tao Lord's body."

He understood the gap between the Saint and the Dao Lord when he saw Taoist Brother Yueyan's bloody attack. The difference between the Saint and the Dao Lord seemed to be only one realm, but in fact it was like a chasm in the sky, not to mention the five steps of the Saint.

That is to say, after the Zunhun Banner accumulated strength and was promoted to a holy soldier with the help of Yin Shen's evil spirit, it greatly made up for Tu Shanjun's own lack of combat power.

Otherwise, Ouyang Qiuxian would not call Zunhun Banner a peerless holy weapon.

In his eyes, the Soul Banner of the Advanced Saint Artifact is also extremely top-notch among the holy soldiers. Even the many treasures in his hands are not as good as the Soul Banner. The only thing that can be said to be superior is that place.

Soul-fixing fairy bell.

However, it was a magic weapon that he spent all his wealth to refine.

I just didn't expect it, and I couldn't say more than half a sentence.

The main soul of this host holy soldier is a madman.

Before he could control the soul flag, the main soul activated its self-destruction.

Normally, the self-destruction of a treasure would be triggered by the treasure owner's thoughts and activate his divine consciousness. However, there is a main soul in this treasure, so he took advantage of the opportunity to detonate the treasure.

Even if he wanted to stop it, it was too late.

"I already knew it."

Tushanjun looked calm.

Even though there was a gap in realm, the methods he used were not conventional.

Such a method may only be used once in a lifetime, and once it is used, it will most likely result in death. Even though Tu Shanjun had already thought about it, it is indeed a helpless move to use it like this.

Since we can't talk about it.

There is no need to say more.

There is no need to maintain the so-called superior demeanor anymore.

After all, he was originally an evil ghost.

Leng Shuang's face turned ferocious, her white face suddenly turned ashen, and the curled fangs in her mouth broke free wantonly: "Return to the ruins without a shore!"

Buzz!

The inner boundary stretches.

A vast and wild city is located.

"Backlash."

The bell stopped ringing.

Under the protection of the white divine light, the Yu Lingguan could clearly see that the thin middle-aged man on the general worshiping platform was distracted for a moment.

Then the boundless black light spread like a tide.

Know within the sea.

Lotus base.

The Tao Lord who was sitting cross-legged on him slowly opened his eyes: "What kind of evil is it? You come in the mist and don't worship the Tao when you see it?"

Bada.

Iron boots fall.

The dragon walks and the tiger steps.

A tall figure emerged when the turbid air from all directions settled.

Shadows follow you and evil spirits gather around you.

The black and red ripples were like a courtier slowly retreating, but not daring to leave the tall figure approaching. It was like the fairy catkins clinging to his body, rolling and fluttering in the breeze.

Wang Mian, robe.

A total of eighteen bead curtains hang down from the front and back.

The bead curtain moved slightly.

Under the crown is a green face, with black and red immortal eyes looking straight ahead.

He didn't answer or say anything, but took another step.

"Having seen the true way."

"You will die without regrets!"

One word fell.

The black fire burns itself.

The tall ghost king in royal robes lit up the sky with blazing fire.

A little while.

Only a skeleton remained, and even the high head was lowered.

The Taoist on the Taoist throne waved his hands as usual, and the smoke and dust were like dust that should not be contaminated on the Taoist Lord, drifting into the distance, and then turned into nothingness on the way.

Even the skeleton standing in the flames was like this.

Skeleton devil, difficult to open and close.

He also took another step forward.

boom.

With one step, the burning fire disappeared without a trace, the flesh and blood were reshaped, the muscles and bones grew, and even the royal robe and crown on the body were restored.

Tu Shanjun's immortal eyes passed by, and his hoarse and unpleasant voice resounded throughout the world: "Immortal bones, immortal corpses, immortal souls, forge my immortal body."

"If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening."

"I came from hell, Mayfly asked the real immortal!"

The red-haired ghost king raised his blue-black ghost hand, his purple-black nails were broken, and he sprayed sticky blood in the air. He drew a talisman in the air. It didn't seem to be a talisman, but a huge prototype of a book page. Under the outline of the gesture,

A person's name emerged.

"Ouyang Qiuxian."

"Er, are you a true immortal?"

Facing the Ghost King's inquiry, Dao Lord sat calmly, but a strange color appeared on Gujing Wubo's face.
To be continued...