Chapter 297 Escape

But unlike Tushanjun, who was complicated, the Ghost King of Daheishan was fearful.

How powerful is the Black Mountain Seal? This is not a shadow condensed by a spell, but a real magic weapon. This blow was placed on the body of a monk in the early stage of the Golden Core, and the opponent's brains had already been smashed out.

Even if a monk of the same level was hit, the head injury and bleeding would be minor. The body should be broken and the Yin Shen would be displaced.

Not to mention that I could still stand, but I couldn't even walk straight, so I could only run away.

The red-haired ghost cultivator opposite him not only did not fall into unconsciousness, but also stabilized his figure, without losing much of his aura.

If we estimate the combat strength, it would only be reduced by 20 to 30% at most.

Don't think that two or three percent is a lot. If she activates the magic weapon and hits it with all her strength, she will lose four or five points of mana. Ten percent of the mana is enough to use the magic weapon at full strength twenty or thirty times.

Even after she defeated Jue Fa and the others, she would still have to face the threats from her neighbors, and even her demons would take action first.

"There can be no further delay and a quick solution is required."

The ghost king of Daheishan had a slightly more ferocious look on his beautiful face. Since one attack failed, he would try again.

"Tiandao Seal."

"Legal domain."

The seal in the hand of the Ghost King of the Great Black Mountain is formed.

Orange-red light rose from the ground, and in an instant, the legal domain had condensed into shape.

"The Black Mountain Emperor's Seat!"

The main peak of Black Mountain turned into a huge throne.

A body of a hundred feet is sitting on it, with the sky and clouds above its head and the mountains and rivers under its feet, like a ghost, god and emperor overlooking the human world. It's more like Optimus Prime, connecting this small world.

Tu Shanjun, who was shrouded in the realm of law, concentrated and said: "The divine body of incense and fire."

That's right, the one in front of you is also the incense and fire divine body. With the formation of the golden elixir realm, the incense and fire divine body has reunited.

"Is that the king's legal domain? It's really powerful."

"With a body of a hundred feet, and such strength, it can be said that the golden elixir is the strongest, right?"

"No."

"What?"

"The man didn't have any look of fear."

The demons were only surprised by the powerful magic domain of the Daheishan Ghost King. They came to their senses after hearing Nie Quanjiu's reminder. The Golden Pill Grandmaster who was hostile to the Daheishan Ghost King still seemed to be calm.

…

"Senior, let's take action together."

Juefa recited Amitabha, and then used the Heavenly Dao Seal to condense the Dharma Domain.

"Your domain has been severely damaged just now. Even if you want to take action, it will only be a waste of mana. Lend me my mana to condense the domain." Tu Shanjun's message fell on Juefa's ears, and at the same time a bottle of elixir was stuffed over.

"Take one when you have half the mana."

"Okay!" Juefa was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

He can condense the legal domain, and there is no reason why the senior cannot condense the legal domain.

He just didn't know what kind of legal domain the senior was in. He had never seen Tu Shanjun attack with all his strength.

The other side.

Tu Shanjun poured the golden elixir-level ghost elixir into his mouth like a jelly bean, and finally repaired his injuries.

Fortunately, he wasn't killed by that magic weapon, otherwise he would have to leave all the wealth he had accumulated here. Apart from the Yinhun Pill, there is no other way that can provide him with such a huge amount of evil energy to condense into his body.

Regardless of the large reserve of Yinhun Dan, as long as Tushanjun dies once, it will cost a fortune.

Now that the cultivation level is high, it is not like when the cultivation level was low, you can just gather some evil energy to reunite your physical body.

"Tiandao Seal."

"Legal domain."

"The gods understand the realm of death!"

The black light was like a tide, immediately crowding out the red-orange glow and occupying half of the area.

Black mist shrouded and terror descended.

The faint firelight lit up the long and endless road, and a shrine could be vaguely seen emerging.

If the realm of the Dahei Mountain Ghost King gives the monsters a feeling of power, then the realm of the red-haired and black-robed ghost cultivator is terrifying. It is a feeling of fear when facing something terrifying in your heart.

Fortunately, the area covered by the legal domain is not large, only the main peak and the main hall are included.

Therefore, many demons and common people outside the main peak cannot see the scenes inside.

However, the small scope of coverage does not mean that the space within the legal domain is not large. The legal domain is a small world of its own. The stronger the monks who use the legal domain are, the larger the space within the legal domain will be.

The legal domain that seems to be one or two miles from the outside world may actually extend to thousands or thousands of miles inside.

As the legal domain unfolded, Tushanjun's black robe transformed into a black and red cotton robe and armor. It looks like armor, but it's actually more like a ceremonial dress.

His red hair was spread wantonly, with two sinuous horns reaching to the back of his head. Two small flags were inserted into his shoulder blades and spread out to both sides.

The Ghost King of Daheishan sneered and said sarcastically: "Dressed like this, do you want to perform in a big show?"

Tu Shanjun was in a calm mood.

This is the complete form of the Soul Ming Death Realm. The two small flags represent a thousand Yin gods each, and there is an illusory third small flag. However, because there are not enough Yin gods in the soul flag, it is only a rough prototype.

"Sing a song and send you to death."

"How brave, I will let you die first!"

"Seal of Mountains and Rivers."

"go!"

The black seal once again broke away from the hand of the Daheishan Ghost King. When it was thrown, the surrounding energy had been completely blocked. Not to mention the escape technique, even the body-protecting method was like a paper tiger.

"banner."

Tu Shanjun waved, and a small black flag fell into his hand and instantly turned into Zhang Xu.

The surface of the soul flag is painted with monsters and ghosts in different shapes, either ferocious, terrifying, silent, or compassionate.

The flags were spread out around him, and the soul flags of Zhang Xu hung above Tushanjun's head.

There was a clang.

The black light shield held up by the soul flag collided with the black seal.

The pressure surged violently, turning everything in front of him into powder.

The impact is so strong that it cannot be compared to ordinary magic attacks.

After all, the soul flag is not an offensive magic weapon, so it will inevitably suffer some losses, but fortunately, the soul flag is a mid-level magic weapon, the quality is a little higher than the seal, and the material is hard, even if there is a fluctuation, it can be quickly repaired by the evil spirit.

"magic weapon?!"

The Daheishan Ghost King's eyes widened and he made a sound of surprise.

It is expected that the other party has a magic weapon, because generally no matter how poor the golden elixir mid-stage monk is, he can have a magic weapon close to him. No matter whether the magic weapon is consistent with his own nature or not, it is better to have it than not.

However, the magic weapon that looks like a soul flag does not seem to be a simple object.

Not only did the breath and the red-haired ghost cultivator match, but they felt vaguely, and they seemed to be one and the same. The most important thing is that it seems to be an intermediate magic weapon.

The Daheishan Ghost King was surprised. Someone was even more surprised than her. That person's jaw dropped to the ground.

Unlike other demons, the demon cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect recognized the magic weapon in Tu Shanjun's hand. It was clearly the signature of their Blood Evil Sect.

"Honoring Soul Flag!"

"A magic weapon-level soul-honoring flag."

Listening to the demon cultivator beside him muttering to himself, the ghost cultivator couldn't help but look sideways, and his eyes couldn't help but twinkle.

The demon cultivators of the Blood Fiend Sect were already stunned and confused. Not even the elders in the Blood Fiend Sect might have a magic weapon-level Soul Banner. This was not a magic weapon that was easy to refine.

The magic weapon stage is not bad, and it is very powerful among the same level.

But if you want to improve, you not only need a huge ghost, but you also need to re-sacrifice. Not only is it time-consuming and labor-intensive, but if it is scrapped, a lifetime of hard work will be ruined. No one dares to gamble like that.

That's why the Soul Reverend Banner has not become popular. Most of them are used by monks who practice Qi and build foundations. When they become elders, they change their magic weapons.

"There must be a golden elixir-level Yin Shen in the magic weapon Zunhun Banner, right?" The ghost cultivator looked at the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect and asked.

The demon cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect seemed to have not recovered yet, but nodded unconsciously.

"Trouble."

"Including the red-haired evil ghost and the monk from the White Bone Temple, if there is a Jindan Yin God in the soul flag, if the ghost king of the Black Mountain doesn't know this information, he might be in trouble."

The ghost cultivator was about to remind.

I saw Tushanjun taking off the two small flags on his back in the sky.

The two small flags were like two nails that nailed the incense god's body to the throne, unable to move.

"Lend me your life!"

Boom!

The Baizhang shrine rises from the ground, like a gate that covers the body of the God of Incense and Fire, and also covers the Great Black Mountain Ghost King inside the body of the God of Incense and Fire.

"Shu Zhuan."

A huge word 'death' appeared on the stunning face of the Daheishan Ghost King.

This word also appeared on the face of her incense body.

Just look at countless black threads protruding from the door of the shrine. The intertwined black threads break through the roaring incense divine body and take root in the divine body of the Daheishan Ghost King.

With the effort of shaking the spirit, Daheishan Ghost King felt that his consciousness was light. When he looked down, he saw that a small part of her spirit had left her body and was being dragged to the open shrine behind her by the black silk thread.

The shrine was spooky and didn't look like a good thing.

Even if there are real offerings, they are definitely some kind of evil gods or ghosts.

At this moment, the Daheishan Ghost King felt a life-and-death crisis. She really felt like she was going to die.

The incense god's body roared and struggled, and the stirring incense turned into ripples.

This is not the wish of the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain, but the wish of all living beings within Dahei Mountain.

They don’t want the Great Black Mountain Ghost King to die!

Countless incense forces poured in, and the two small flags that were originally strong became loose.

It was this glimmer of hope that the Ghost King of Daheishan seized.

"Come!"

The black seal that was in a stalemate with the soul flag quickly returned and smashed down in the air. With just one blow, half of the Baizhang shrine behind her was broken.

The black thread breaks.

The word "death" on the face of the Daheishan Ghost King also became lighter.

After receiving the backlash, Tushanjun spit out a mouthful of blood. Although his swaying body stood up straight, his legs were no longer as solid as before, but were trembling slightly.

"The people don't want to, so do we have to save her?"

The hundred-foot-long body of the incense god seemed to be turning into a spirit, constantly stimulating its own strength.

Tu Shanjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "Stupid, stupid people!"

He knew that no matter how angry he was, these stupid people would not wake up.

All he had to do was kill the Great Black Mountain Ghost King.

"Shrine."

"Get up again!"

While Tu Shanjun's seal was condensing, with a thought, the Killing Formation of the Ghost King of Ten Directions finally appeared at this moment.

"All nations can save you once, but how can they save you a second time?"

"kill!"

Tu Shanjun hummed.

They danced and performed a great show.

The Baizhang shrine rose again, and countless black threads burst out and hooked the body of the Ghost King of Daheishan. But at this moment, Tushanjun's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

It was just a body, there was no Yin Shen at all.

"Pfft!"

An arm penetrated Tushanjun's chest, making his already precarious body even more critical.

There was no color on his face, and his body was not as straight as before.

This is a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and he can easily move mountains and reclaim seas. However, this attack is too tricky, and the timing of it is too good.

Tushanjun turned his head.

His eyes were full of astonishment, surprise, and disbelief.

That arm belongs to Awakening.

"puff."

Black-red blood spilled freely from Tushanjun's mouth. The blood hole in his chest made him feel suffocated, and his beating heart slowly decreased in frequency, as if it would stop the next moment.

But he forgot that he no longer needed to breathe.

There is no need for cardiac maintenance.

Even an ordinary golden elixir master can live a good life even if he loses his heart, let alone an evil ghost body like his.

All of this seems to be because he didn't expect it.

He didn't expect that the person who took action would be Juefa, who was blocked behind him.

Being betrayed is an indescribable feeling, and the pain is like frost in the heart under a poisonous sun.

A chill spreads all over the body, making one shiver.

The smile at the corner of Juefa's mouth was like an awl, piercing into Tushanjun's heart.