Let his fallen figure stand back up again.

Standing upright again.

Laying it out flat and looking at the thirty-two-section spine in his hand, Tushanjun put it into the iron furnace in front of him until the spine softened and the tiny bones attached to the main trunk.

Tu Shanjun pulled it out.

Place the spine, which screams loudly and seems to be coming to life, on the black anvil.

Ding.

clang!

The rhythmic percussion echoed in the silent Tiger Tomb.

This exercise made me forget the passage of time.

Thirteen thousand six hundred hammers.

Every blow was made with all my strength, and it was completely exhausting.

The original thirty-two-section spine has turned into a main pole about ten feet tall.

The black calamity golden flash, the purple dragon entrenched, the red sky evil fire like a hazy gauze wrapped around the new main pole, and at the same time exuded the energy of destroying the heaven and the earth.

Only between the vertical and horizontal lines, you can still vaguely see the connection between fine bone feet and nodules.

"It would be nice if someone could help me."

Tu Shanjun sighed with emotion.

As he said this, he picked up a seal carving knife and peeled off the skin like a butcher cutting off a cow.

Tremblingly, he took the polished bone needle and used tiny hairs to sew the large pieces together. After a while, a huge banner with green and black lines and scarlet lines spread out in front of his eyes.

At this point, the red-haired ghost king has turned into a bloody corpse.

Relying on strong Taoism to stabilize the body that is about to collapse.

Tu Shanjun took out his magic pen, ground the blue-black ink stain, and drew an evil ghost walking on the clouds.

I don't know how long it took.

The picture of ten thousand ghosts is completely drawn.

If you don't look carefully, you can no longer see those scarlet traces.

A blue-black picture of ten thousand ghosts was completely completed.

There is nothing unfamiliar about Tushanjun.

After doing all this, Tu Shanjun chanted a spell and cast a spell, and two more arms were born. His face also expanded and differentiated. It seemed that half a face was born on both sides of his cheeks, manifesting the Tao and the devil respectively, and the blue between the Tao and the magic.

He looks like a ghost, but doesn't look bloated, and carries an inexplicable divinity and solemnity.

Three-phase Dharmakaya.

Based on the three-flowered body of the Taoist fellow practitioners and the Yuan Shengming Demon, Tu Shanjun can feel the powerful strength in his body.

If he could go one step further and completely differentiate his three-flowered body, he might be able to do the same thing as Dunyi, from being one person to three.

And unlike Dunyi's crude technique, each of his three flower bodies will have one.

However, Tu Shanjun has not yet researched the subsequent speculations.

He did not manifest the three-phase Dharmakaya to improve his own strength.

Take out the ribs and chest and piece together the half-body skeleton.

Cut off the rib's arms and connect them together.

Calcination.

beat.

Repeating this process, under the burning of karma fire, the forged skeleton body seems to be attached with a layer of golden sword skin, and it no longer looks like the original flesh and blood.

Then, Tu Shanjun spliced ​​them one by one.

Melt the skeleton body into the main rod.

The ghost hands each grabbed three fluttering flags.

Tu Shanjun nodded with satisfaction, opened his big mouth and bit down on the blue-black Wangui Map in front of him. Then, he gently held his head, moved it left and right for a while, and slowly took it off.

The headless ghost king's bloody corpse walked forward with difficulty, holding his head.

Bada.

The black and red blood suddenly gathered into a quagmire.

Even his body is about to collapse.

These three or two steps were extremely difficult for him to take, but he still walked through them.

Click.

The three dharma skulls are attached to the headless skull.

"Thirty-three knots can reach the sky!"

The headless ghost king's bloody corpse collapsed completely.

The shadow holding the Ghost King completely turned into starlight and disappeared.

Sanfashou opened his eyes fiercely.

The evil skeleton ghost chants the mantra:

"The flag is me, and I am the flag."

"The flag of the dead soul remains, and the soul of the dead flag lives on!"

He opened his mouth with a big mouth.

The tiger charm fell into his belly.
Chapter completed!