Tu Shanjun can clearly feel his own thoughts and can also activate the carrying avenue.

Life and death, yin and yang, reincarnation.

Reflecting for eternity.

Ghosts, demons, and immortals.

Trinity.

Both virtual and real.

The book of life and death flutters the flag pages, but the judge's pen has not yet come down.

The wheel behind turns into a wheel of merit and seems to become the core of the loom of destiny.

The black and red avenue silk threads manifest themselves in the universe under the tightening of the wheel, as if they are an intangible medium rooted in the heaven, earth and universe.

When the fog comes, the howling wind blows the star boat.

In the spreading Buddha's light, Xiao Yiye stood tenaciously and roared.

The old ape in the sea of ​​​​consciousness roared angrily, and the breath like a violent waterfall stirred up his cassock, revealing the golden armor inside.

Three flowers gather at the top.

The five qi are in full swing.

The ghost's hand clenched the weapon in his hand, and struck with great force. The six paths rotated, and at this moment, the fist and the hammer perfectly matched to form a shuttle that flowed against the golden ocean.

The old Buddha's surprised thunder sound was like the thunder and rain falling from the sky: "It is indeed the sky of the devil's land."

"The donor has already begun to get a glimpse of the door. He can still fight hard under Lao Na's body-holding technique. If the donor is at the same level as Lao Na, Lao Na will probably not be the donor's opponent."

"donor."

"Don't be so persistent."

"When you reach the highest level one day, you will thank me for your guidance to the benefactor."

The trinity Tushan Junpo had no choice but to use his three heads and six arms.

Showing countless ghosts and gods.

Green face, fangs, red hair.

The head is like Mount Tai, and the tusks are like the mountains.

The eyes with double pupils are like two suns.

The soul-honoring hammer seems to support the divine pillar.

Even so, under the pressure of the Buddha's hand, the body was still trapped in time and space.

Gritting his teeth, hoarse rage rolled out of his throat: "I thank your mother!"

"My mother has passed away a long time ago. If the benefactor really wants to thank me, I can use my magical power to summon her so that the benefactor can thank me in person."

Tushanjun's dragon-like body swelled once again.

With three heads and six arms, he raised the hammer in his hand that looked like Optimus Prime.

"King of Ghosts,"

"Reincarnation!"

The mysterious breath of yin and yang is leaping, and the power of life and death is abundant.

Eighteen emperors hang down their crowns from the sky, and hell transforms into emperor's clothes.

"Holy shit!"

Lord Yoshima opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Tushanjun who displayed his overwhelming strength to resist the old Buddha.

He finally realized that the same Sanhua Daojun also had obvious strengths and weaknesses.

No wonder Tushanjun dares to boast and confront their ancestor of the Nether Clan. With the terrifying strength that Tushanjun is showing now, he should be able to catch up with his ancestor.

Even the old Buddha from the West came to ‘invite’ him personally.

This is a being who truly has the foundation to become an ancient emperor.

laugh!

Buddha's light transforms.

The flesh and blood of the Tao body melted into raging steam.

…

Dongyue.

The clear sky lake building of Jianmu Shrine.

Zu Weng stood up and was about to draw his sword, but before he could take action, a big hand came to cover his wrist, preventing the sword from being unsheathed.

Zu Weng was shocked and suddenly looked at the person holding his wrist. He was not his ally, but also the real helmsman of Dongyue: Qingdi.

"Fellow Taoist, what does this mean?!"

Zu Weng was solemn, his golden eyes flashed with doubts and vigilance.

Could it be that I made the wrong choice again this time?

Xitian is also eyeing Yintian. If Xitian and Qingdi reach some kind of agreement, it is extremely possible to sacrifice Tushanjun.

Thinking of this, Zu Weng held the hand holding the sword a little tighter.

The terrifying power of the Taoist Infinite Master filled the entire Shenmu Tianhu.

"Fellow Taoist, please be patient." Qingdi smiled and said nothing.

"In such an urgent situation, do you want me to calm down?!"

The ancestor was furious and shouted: "Our sect's hope is tied to a thread, how can we be stable?"

As he spoke, he drew his sword.

Keng!

Clang!

The sword has not been drawn yet.

A big hand still calmly held Zu Weng's wrist.

The ancestor looked at the Qing Emperor, his eyes were full of sword color, Taiyi Geng's golden energy traveled across the heavens, his silver hair danced wildly, and he said in a deep voice: "Is it possible that my fellow Taoist has reached an agreement with Xitian to exchange him for Xitian's support, so he stopped me from taking action?

Fellow Taoist can hold down my sword, but he cannot hold down me as the Infinite Lord."

Qingdi shook his head slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, do you know why you always fail?"

"Even Wuliangzun's cultivation is on the verge of collapse."

"Why?"

"Because you can't keep calm."

"For one thing, I want to use the hands of the old Buddha to hone the path of Tu Shanjun and Wu Rong."

"Secondly, someone must take a stand."

"State your stance?"

The ancestor looked at Qingdi in surprise.

"good."

Qingdi nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist care makes you confused. You cannot see the whole picture clearly. You also forget that we want to complete the big plan and not care about one person's gains and losses."

"who?"

"The Feathered Immortal Lord?" Zu Weng was still wary of the Qing Emperor, and at the same time, he was also thinking calmly about who it should be.

"Fellow Taoist, just wait and see what happens."

…

The ghosts and gods with three heads and six arms tried their best, but they could only slow down the old Buddha's magical power.

Wu Rong suddenly stood up and twisted.

The destiny transforms into heaven.

Burning blood.

"roar!"

The evil ghost roared and seemed to be making a last attempt, but in the blink of an eye it was washed away by the Buddha's light.

The power of the great supernatural power is still too terrifying, and Tushanjun is not at his full strength. The 'Ten Thousand Gods and Ghost Emperor' who can barely perform the Three Flowers of the Rotation with only 20% of his mana has reached its limit at this moment.

"well."

A faint sigh came from the void.
To be continued...