The fire was swaying.

Tu Shanjun, who reappeared the ten thousand feet of Dharma, carried the imperial energy of military tactics in the great realm.

At this moment, he was like an ancient emperor who had awakened and grabbed a forging hammer in the endless void.

Then, the thunder prison hanging down from the sky locked the evil spirit.

The streaks of chaotic thunder were captured by the 'Ancient Emperor', absorbed by the Soul Banner, and became one of the divine materials used to reshape the Soul Banner.

bite!

The hammer fell.

The catastrophe exploded.

The fire dragon rolls up and burns the chains.

Thunder and fire intertwined into dazzling thunder and fire.

The Holy Soldier is already powerful enough, but even though the Holy Soldier created the world, it shapes the universe.

Interior scene of Fahe The world is still empty, filled with deep chaos and vast turbidity.

However, the current Zunhun Banner is no longer chaotic.

The sacred aura escaping seems to come from ancient times and runs through the future, like a rushing river blowing through the dry land, growing mountains, rivers, vegetation, and giving birth to all kinds of creatures.

The long woven banner depicts the hanging sun, moon and stars in the universe, seeming to encompass the starry sky on one side, and the world of life and death on the other side.

life and death,

Two sides of one body,

Turning over is reincarnation!

Tu Shanjun's rough palms grasped the soul flag.

The starry sky and the universe are covered by a banner, and the earth, water, fire and wind reopen the heaven and earth and evolve for eternity.

Now the Zunhun Banner finally has the prototype of a divine weapon.

Not enough.

Look up to the sky.

Thunder billions are coming.

Tu Shanjun pulled up the soul flag and pointed it to the sky, shouting: "I respond to the sky with my wheel, how can the sky respond to me?!"

Boom!

The terrifying thunder seemed to completely annihilate this boundless domain connecting up and down.

However, under the bombardment of such a powerful fairy thunder, the half-body skeleton evil ghost holding the soul flag in the hand of the ghost king tore open his own head with a ferocious smile.

One head instantly turned into three heads embedded in each other.

The original two arms were also re-extracted into four arms.

Each of the six arms holds three secondary flags.

Eighteen secondary flags were fluttering.

Keng.

A huge shrine is located.

The second way.

The third way.

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Road Thirteen.

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Chapter 17.

Route 18!

The nested shrines seemed to be on top of Qingming falling into the cloudy sky. They connected the sky and the earth to prevent the pouring of thunder. The waterfall of light that escaped quickly disappeared until the shrines on the eighteenth floor were completely gone.

The skeletal demon, which was originally one body with three sides, now split into two heads, opened its bloody mouth.

Gulu!

Billions of immortal thunders were swallowed up by evil ghost whales!

Buzz.

Buzzing.

Leisha is refined again, and the main pole of the soul flag evolves one by one.

The ancient seal carvings condensed from the Taoist Sutra of Immortality.

The ghost kings of the ten directions and tens of thousands of soldiers are all involved in the deduction of the Taoist scriptures, transforming the past and present and extending to the future, telling the story of the immortality of Yin and Yang, and finally becoming the Taoist Lord, interpreting and mastering the great road.

"We still need the last refinement!"

Tu Shanjun looked at the Zunhun Banner that had transformed into a divine weapon, opened his mouth and spat out a small cauldron.

It looks like a small tripod, but it looks more like a cloud.

"The ancient emperor's military energy!"

I don't know who screamed in surprise.

Many Holy Lord monks looked up and saw a middle-aged man.

Wu Zhong from Jiancheng naturally recognized what it was.

But it wasn't him who spoke, but a thin figure not far from him.

The man stared at the void star field with a complicated expression.

Zhang Yajiu looked away and didn't speak for a long time.

He finally understood why Tu Shanjun was still unwilling to let go of the ancient emperor's military strength.

Finally, he said in a deep voice: "The ancient emperor's military energy contains the charm of the ancient emperor's weapons. It is a rare divine material in the world. It is melted into that divine weapon to get it right."

"Today I can see such a magical weapon being forged, this life will be worthwhile."

"This life is worth living!"

…

As the emperor's energy blended in, the Zunhun Banner seemed to have completed its tempered military energy, showing its boundless sharpness.

The overwhelming majestic energy that escaped calmed everything down.

This moment.

The wind also stopped.

The rain also stopped.

The lightning from above is also insignificant.

The Emperor Qi of the Great Dao lingers endlessly like a stream of light.

The heaven and earth were silent.

Even the roaring sea of ​​thunder seemed to be immobilized by divine weapons.

Bada.

The iron boots fell to the ground.

It's crisp but it's the prelude, and it immediately makes all things return to heaven.

No one dared to breathe while holding their breath.

No one wants to attract the attention of the Banner-bearing Demon God.

Or perhaps, they all saw that the thunder tribulation was not over yet, and the weapon spirit had not yet achieved greatness.

Tu Shanjun holds the main pole of the soul flag.

A calmness burst out from the bottom of my heart.

“Only when life and death are orderly can we achieve Heaven’s virtue.”

"I will reincarnate to rule the world!"

Wow!

An illusory peach blossom appeared behind Tushanjun.

Daoqi Textile.
Chapter completed!