Hot.

I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was steam or evil spirit.

Various colors of chaos are painted into divine thunder that fills the sky.

The twelve-color fairy thunder tore apart the formation and penetrated the evil tide, which even thousands of ghost soldiers could not stop.

It is impossible to ask for the protection of the great formation anymore.

Tu Shanjun used his body as the eye of the formation, as if he were a ghost emperor sitting in the middle of the army, evolving various magical powers. In one moment, eighteen rays of divine light converged from Tu Shanjun's ghost hands.

The yin and yang millstone hangs behind you.

The phantom peach tree becomes more and more real.

Boom!

Lightning strike initiation.

The emperor's crown exploded immediately.

Thirty-six Dao Emperors collapsed and flew out.

Those beads, as big as mountains and shaking the earth, shattered in the void and turned into boundless evil energy.

The disheveled Tushanjun completely felt the terror of the Dao Tribulation Thunder.

The Chaos Thunder was about to tear his flesh and blood body to pieces and violently pull out his deeply hidden soul.

Bones and blood roar, muscles hoarse.

The scorch marks from the calamity spread from his forehead to his chest.

One of the two horns pointing towards the sky has been broken and is just hanging down.

A green and white ghost hand grasped it and tore it off.

Open your mouth wide and chew.

The influx of evil energy caused the injuries on his body to repair quickly.

The terrifying evil energy that had been accumulated in the forbidden land for an unknown amount of time became his foundation.

This is Tu Shanjun's purpose, and it is what Yan Tianjun has promised a long time ago.

The ghost king of the ten directions quickly refines the evil sea.

God doesn't intend to give the Ghost King much time to breathe.

The vast immortal thunder reaches the sky and rolls towards the domain barrier, melting the entire void into a thunder prison, as if it is going to use this thunder prison to completely refine the powerful ghost and god who dares to challenge him.

Under the twelve chaotic thunder lights of various colors, the twelve differentiated into thirty-six, and then evolved into seventy-two...

The Wan Zhang Ghost Emperor and his tens of millions of troops were completely submerged in the thunder tribulation.

…

"Can you really survive this calamity?"

Wang Yuwei from Dongxuantian asked bitterly.

Moreover, now he knows that the weapon spirit did not use all its means to fight them.

Just look at the Xuantian Formation, the vast ghost soldiers and the ghost king holding the flag, and you know that they are not easy to mess with. The weapon spirit will use the most useful and powerful spells to fall on the golden armored monk to protect his safety.

"A person with great supernatural powers can only do so much when he is young."

"However, there is a humanoid thunder calamity in the depths of the calamity."

"Humanoid Thunder Tribulation?"

Wang Yuwei looked at Jiang Chengzi who was talking to him: "Have you seen this fellow Taoist?"

"I've seen it."

"who?"

"My senior brother, I saw a human-shaped god when I was going through the Holy Tribulation."

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Tang Anhuang, no wonder."

Jiang Chengzi did not have any pride, but looked at the starry sky spreading in the distance, shining for eternity, and clearing the world of the terrifying sea of ​​thunder.

It’s not that he has never seen Tao tribulation before, but this is the first time he has seen Tao tribulation like this. It is really rare in this life: “I’m afraid even such a thunder tribulation will be more dangerous than bad.”

…

Tu Shanjun had no thoughts in his mind.

He no longer knows how to think.

The only way is to face the thunder calamity.

Gather your body.

Broken, reborn.

Broken again, reborn again...

The cycle repeats over and over again, recovering from destruction and then destroying from recovery. I don’t know how long it has passed, how long it has been spinning in the millstone of life and death, and finally a trace of consciousness emerges.

"The sky is evergreen."

"Give me three transformations in hell."

"Immortal Hell Clothes!"

Chaos Thunder Forged Chaos Clothes.

In fact, it was not a robe but the skin of the Ghost King.

The adaptive magical power of the immortal body.

He had already shown great success when fighting against all the Holy Lords.

In the end of the battle, the magical powers of many monks were unable to deal with the three-headed and six-armed Tushanjun.

However, in the end, he still lost to the four magic weapons and the young holy king who held the magic weapon, but this does not mean that this magical power is weak, it just needs some time to adapt.

Fortunately, we have enough time now.

In the reincarnations of life and death, Tushanjun's immortal body gradually adapted to the thunder tribulation.

Now he can only maintain one 'shape'.

A body with broken flesh and bones hanging on it raised the soul flag.

God seemed to have finally been completely angered by this stubborn undead.

Xuan Guang Tian Pendant.

Everything is destroyed.

The nearly extreme nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine immortal thunders traveled through time and space.

It’s as if the horrors of ancient times overlap with the present!

The moment this blow landed, the formed hell clothes were turned into ashes.

Not only that, Tushanjun's emaciated body also collapsed.

Even the Sovereign Soul Flag that held up the sky and the earth could no longer carry the divine thunder. The crack suddenly expanded to the entire main pole, and the blue-black flag cloth burned with chaotic flames.

Boom!

The soul flag was broken.

Also broken into pieces was a huge peach tree.

Sitting cross-legged on the platform, Shou He was unwilling to scream.

He did not believe that the old immortal would be defeated by the thunder disaster.

He also didn't believe that the Zunhun Banner would be shattered by thunder.

But the fact happened in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

"cough!"

A hoarse and feeble cough drifted down.

A strange big ghost with only a few skeletons left is using countless black and red silk threads to lock the soul banner that is about to collapse.

Tu Shanjun clearly knows that if the main soul dies, the soul flag can be reunited, and if the soul flag is broken, it can be recast. If the soul flag and the main soul disappear together, he will truly leave this world.

laugh!

The black and red intertwined evil spirits reunited the immortal body like a print. The reborn Tushanjun grabbed his former body in front of him, and the green and black karma fire forged it into an irregular hammer.

He activated the ancient emperor's military tactics and struck the magic medicine peach tree in the thunder pond.

The ancient emperor was refining weapons in the galaxy.

Now we are forging soldiers in Leichi.

Bang.

The peach tree and the main pole of the soul flag are forged together.

The hammer blow merged with the thunder, and even this newly formed body became the dregs of the thunder disaster.

However, under the casting of the magical peach tree and the boundless evil spirit, the crumbling main pole did not continue to break. Instead, it was uncharacteristically melted together and became closer and closer, adding a bit of brown lines to the blue and black.

Relying on the abundant evil energy, the main soul once again walked out of the soul flag and opened its mouth to spit out boundless karma fire.

call!

The wind is coming.

Fog rises.
To be continued...