Woo!

Hissing is like complaining.

In the eighteenth level of heaven and earth, tens of thousands of Yin gods with different expressions were twisting their formulas and saluting.

Sing scriptures.

The scriptures flowed into the dark abyss, turned into chaotic turbid air, and surged away like the waves of the blue sea.

It surged in the sky and slapped in front of a thick bronze door that towered to the sky.

The giant gate is so tall that it seems to reach up to the thirty-three heavens and down to the endless underworld. Tens of millions of ghosts and gods all over the sky are now dotted with stars.

Boom!

The thunder resounded but there was no flash of lightning.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether there really was a true form of Lei Yin just now.

I saw the dark red horn tearing through the heavy and sticky fog.

Maybe what burst out was not the fog at all, but the door.

A bronze ghost gate that does not exist in this world came because of the calls of thousands of ghosts and gods, and slowly opened, shoveling out a dark red corner eaves.

The horned cornices were solid, and exotic animals flew out diagonally, squatting or sitting, lying down or standing upright. It was not until the long cornices completely flew out of the fog that they finally saw the real glazed tiles, as green and black as the sky.

The wind howls.

Long flags hang down from the corner eaves like iron scrolls.

Under the squeeze of the huge palace, the fog receded like a tide, and the giant bronze door also disappeared.

Bada.

Blue-black ghost feet stepped on the ground.

Black water droplets dripped from the wet trouser legs.

Ding dong.

Taiyin Xuanshui instantly covered the earth with a layer of black glow.

More ghosts crawled out and walked forward, until the iron ropes on their bodies tightened and dragged them staggering, but they got up again. In their eyes, they would only drag everything forward and move forward.

Under the tug of the densely packed evil spirits.

Flowing and rolling in the tide of evil spirits.

The shrine standing on the mountain of thousands of evil ghosts completely appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

How spectacular it is, exuding the power to suppress the heavens, as if it can evoke the deepest fears buried in the hearts of all creatures in the world.

It was a horror of death.

Whether they are mortals or monks, when they face the majestic shrine above the ghost mountain and the sea, they seem to have seen their ultimate.

All things have an end!

Luo Manping was lost for a long time, shook his head slightly, and sighed in surprise.

There are always amazing things in this world.

The word Tao and Fa means Tao is the best monk.

The leader Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged in the formation, was also shocked.

What surprised him was not the terror of Tu Shanjun's appearance, but the tip of the iceberg of Qi Ling's plot that was exposed the moment the appearance first appeared.

Just a corner of it appeared, which already made him stunned and horrified beyond words.

"Are you going to be the second in Wanfa Sect?"

"No."

Luo Tianfeng quickly shook his head, "Yin and Yang, life and death, reincarnation, you don't want to be the second in Wanfa Sect."

"You want to surpass Wanfa Sect and be number one in the world!"

Wanfa Sect cuts off the immortals.

From now on, ‘immortals’ cannot interfere in the mortal world.

Create eternal peace for the common people in this world.

What Qi Ling wants to do is clearly to steal God's authority.

To make life and death have destiny, yin and yang are numbered, the dead step into the reincarnation of the underworld, and the dead can no longer stay in the world. The weapon spirit can't do it now, he can only put the yin spirit into the soul flag, and slowly perform the Tao.

Creepy!

Appalling.

Luo Tianfeng, who was in charge of the soul flag, was the one who felt the deepest feelings.

After all, he is the leader of the great religion, and his superb knowledge allows him to get some clues from it.

The corners of Luo Tianfeng's mouth twitched and his pupils trembled.

He may be wrong.

The weapon spirit may not be a weapon spirit at all, but an old monster who survived from ancient times, continuing his own path in such a twisted form, hoping to one day completely replace the heaven!

Luo Tianfeng wanted to shout loudly. He wanted everyone present to see Tu Shanjun's words, but when he made a move, he could only roll his throat and no sound came out.

He lost his voice.

I lost my voice nervously.

Then he showed a smile.

A relieved smile.

No matter how terrifying Tushanjun's ways are, what does it have to do with him?

he died.

Even the magic medicine was given to Tushanjun.

It's impossible not to give in. Both Lao Tian Wang and Tu Shanjun are stronger than him.

He is now in the same situation Luo Tianpeng was at that time.

So he smiled brightly.

Everyone is dying, and dying at the hands of a sky-stealing demon is somewhat comforting.

Only in this way can the demon lord be worthy of swallowing his soul, Luo Tianfeng.

Only in this way can the devil be qualified to enjoy the magic medicine.

Sure enough, there was only a wrong Taoist name, not a wrong nickname.

Soul-eating demon, meaning to swallow heaven!

Keng!

Iron boots tread on mysterious water.

The wild red hair hangs down on the face, blocking some of the pale and ferocious fangs.

Tushanjun stands quietly.

The horned sword and halberd is hooped on the forehead, and the black and red eyes are staring at the towering God-Destroying Shura Dharma in the distance, as well as the old king who also stands in front of the Dharma.

The old king was filled with admiration and lamented the power of the weapon spirit.

However, under the influence of the illusory Dao flower, God-Destroying Shura has already possessed the terrifying power to destroy the heaven and the earth. No matter whether the opponent is the avenue of life and death, the Yin-Yang millstone, or 'fate', they will all be shattered into the void and become boundless dust.

Asura trampled under his feet.

"The ancestral spirit destruction method!"

"Soldiers kill thousands of powerful people."

Gengjin of the West, the ancestral spirit of the White Tiger.

Spiritual transformation.

Countless rays of sharp divine light bloomed like sharp blades, as if striking from before the chaos of heaven and earth. They were distant thunders, older and deeper than the thunder tribulations of recent times. They turned into a hundred thousand golden weapons in the void and gathered into a divine weapon three thousand feet high.

The ninth level is inspired by the God-Destroying Shura Dharma.

One blow bursts out like a hundred thousand soldiers' energy casting into a world-destroying light.

Everything that touches is made in half.

It is the most extreme slash!

It seems that he wants to kill the shrine and the ghost mountain and sea of ​​souls with one blow.

…

Roar!
To be continued...