Chapter 637 Peak

"Crack."

A sound subtle enough for people to ignore.

At the same time, cracks appeared on the black jade that Wan Liuyun thought was indestructible.

The lines broke through the surface in dots. At the moment when the sound came out, the entire black jade was like a fragile piece of ice. With a slight touch, it shattered into countless scum.

When he wanted to urge Yuanying Yin Shen to escape, he found a huge pulling force.

He already regretted in his heart that he should not have accepted this incident.

This person from the Taiyi Sect is extremely powerful, and his true meaning is hard to figure out. After being caught, he seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he rolled. When he came back to his senses, the black and red silk threads were like chains. They tied his hands and feet like this, and forcibly tied Nascent Soul and Yin Shen together.

In fact, he had observed Tu Shanjun when he fought with Ao Mengsheng. At that time, he just thought it was strange. Now it seems that it is not that Ao Mengsheng is too weak, nor that Yimu Qinglong's combat body is not strong enough, but that the person who is their opponent is too scary.

Wan Liuyun quickly looked at his second brother who was also sealed in black jade. He whispered: "We were not born on the same year and on the same day back then, but now we can forget about it..."

After the words fell, Wan Liuyun was ready to be refined like his elder brother, but he suddenly saw a black and red banner appear above his head.

Surprised, chills could not help but stand on end. A chill rushed down his spine and onto his neck. An unbelievable idea emerged in his mind.

"It's not magic."

"He might not even be a monk!"

From such a close distance, he did see a lot of things clearly. But at this time, the flag had already fallen, and I felt a trance.

Then, with his eyes full of fear, his breath suddenly disappeared. The two Nascent Soul Yin Gods seemed to have never appeared. In the eyes of outsiders, it was Tu Shanjun who swallowed the monk's Yin God.

"Presumptuous!" The old man standing in the air was furious.

Opening his palms, the inspiration between heaven and earth seemed to disappear all of a sudden. The whole small world revolved around the old man. Not to mention calling the wind and rain, driving thunder and lightning, every move seemed to activate the power of nature.

This is the peak Yuanying monk. Yuanying is only one step away from the real Yang God.

"True dragon magic."

"Wrath of the Heavenly Dragon!"

A pair of star-shaped eyes appeared behind the old man. The huge creature in the darkness raised its head and roared, and tens of thousands of sound waves converged into a dragon roar. Ordinary monks can only see the phantom breathing out but can't hear the sound at all. Only one person can hear the roar of the heavenly dragon.

Over there is Tu Shanjun standing in front of Taiyi.

Jin Ao's expression changed drastically.

The bottom-line magic formula of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, it is said that the magic formula is actually a great magical power. It is a magic form that is formed by completely cultivating the true meaning into a magical power and then having the supreme power simplify its own great magical power. It is called a 'treasure technique'. ', one treasure technique is enough to make a monk stronger than two or three of the same level. This is his foundation.

If a monk with a lower level comes over, the sound wave of the True Dragon Treasure Technique will be like a silent knife, passing by, leaving only white bones and no trace of flesh and blood. Even a late Nascent Soul Great True Lord like Tu Shanjun would never dare to resist the treasure technique performed by a peak cultivator.

However, at this time, Tushanjun's eyes were lowered, making it difficult to tell whether he was open or not.

"Danger!"

Jin Ao roared, and his voice turned into a thread, piercing it like a sharp sword.

He actually understood that his sound transmission could not catch up with the dragon roar of the treasure technique. Maybe when the sound transmission was passed, the treasure technique had already ended, but he still shouted out.

It was just Tushanjun's response that made Jin Ao's heart sink to the bottom.

No response.

There is no fluctuation of mana, let alone the support of body-protecting Gangqi.

Tu Shanjun stood as still as a stone statue. He seemed to have been frightened by the pressure of the monks at the peak of Nascent Soul, or his spiritual energy was blocked, so that he could not use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. But no matter what it is, it shouldn't be such a performance.

What's the difference between doing nothing and waiting to die?

Waiting to die?

Donghaijun looked at the sky.

His eyes reflected everything above. The sky and water in the distance were the same color. The originally warm weather turned into a blank, as if everything in the world had been wiped out in large chunks. Even the big city he was in was like this. The only thing that didn't exist was All that disappeared was the Yin God stepping on the clouds.

Looking at the sky filled with Yin spirits, I couldn't help but laugh.

What is the difference between his current situation and waiting to die?

Yin Shen and Yang Shen didn't have any mana left, and all the spiritual objects around them had been consumed long ago. That is to say, in this chaotic place, he possesses part of the power of the Yang God like an ordinary person.

Here, what remains in the end of the competition is the power of the soul. The soul of the Lord Transformation God is undoubtedly powerful, with both Yin and Yang gods. However, in the endless battles, no matter how powerful the soul is, it will always be exhausted. When you have a little strength, you may truly die by then.

"So old."

"You speak boldly and freely, but you cannot avoid the fear of death. You cannot avoid taking care of your children and grandchildren." Donghai Jun sighed, he originally decided not to take action. After all, anyone who has experienced twelve years of sleeplessness will no longer think about how to take action. The only thought is probably to get out of trouble.

But when he saw the eldest brother of the Wan brothers entering the soul flag, Donghaijun still couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart. It wasn't until he felt how powerful Tushanjun was that he really decided to take action. It was not to get out of trouble, but to rescue the people of Donghai.

Now, the sky is up.

The withered old man, filled with bloody evil energy, looks crazy. He should be a demonic cultivator from outside the Star Luo Territory. Lord Donghai's eyes fell on the figure with bare feet and white robes. Surprise and astonishment flashed in his eyes, intertwined with doubts and contemplation, because the Yin Shen in front of him clearly looked like Lord Taiyi.

As for the appearance, it is not impossible to imitate, but more importantly, the aura of intelligence is exactly the same.

He moved his eyes with doubts on his face, and saw that it was a tall figure with golden wings, a leopard head and eyes. There was a long-lost sense of déjà vu in his eyes, as if Lord Donghai recognized who this golden-winged Kun-headed Yin God was. But he said nothing, because it was not his place to say.

"A mid-term earth-type monk. It is said that one of the worshipers of the Fire Cloud Sect is like this."

"Hehuanzong Mingyu?"

"Young people are really courageous." Donghai Jun marveled. He thought Taiyi Sect would use this as a way to blackmail Hehuan Sect and start a tug-of-war until the patience of both sides was exhausted. But he didn't expect Tushan Jun to take action. So ruthless that he actually refined this person into the soul flag.

The last three people are also the newly added Nascent Soul Yinshen.

The appearance and aura of those three people were similar, and Lord Donghai recognized them as the three brothers of the Wan family who were enshrined in Donghai. The three brothers have a battle formation, and together they can defeat the Great True Lord of the late Nascent Soul. It's a pity that they lost the initiative, and what they encountered was by no means an ordinary Great True Lord.

There are eight Nascent Soul spirits standing in the sky.

Tu Shanjun did not appear in the realm of Guixu.

He was thinking about a question.

What is peak?

Is it the top of this realm, possesses the most extreme magic power and martial arts, or is it the most instinctive magical power in this realm? It seems to be all of them, and it seems to be none of them. The peak is not a specific thing, it is like being a mortal body and integrating into itself.

The biggest feeling is fulfillment.

Instead of using the ghost king's reincarnation to forcibly improve his strength, there is no problem with that kind of strength, but it gives people a feeling that it is not practical enough.

The old man of the Jiaolong clan snorted coldly. He seemed to have seen the scene where Tushanjun was washed away by the true dragon magic.

No monk can resist the power of the treasure technique, not even the late Great True Lord.

If the monk who performs the magic is weaker, he might still have a chance to resist, but his cultivation has reached its peak, and he is only one step away from becoming a god.

Ao Cangmeng was pleasantly surprised and said: "Ancestor came so quickly!" Since the ancestor arrived, he took the elixir with confidence, because he knew that in the world of Star Luo today, there are no deity-forming venerables, and his ancestor is the strongest. One of several people. There are not many peak great true kings in the entire Xingluo.

"Ancestor will definitely be able to kill him."

The monks in the middle stage of the raiding formation saw Jin Ao's message and immediately said: "By the time your message arrives, he will have been turned into white bones by our clan's magic."

…

Thousands of sound waves turned into an angry dragon and came silently.

"Junior brother!"

Tushanjun suddenly raised his head.

I saw the long hair that was first bitten by the angry dragon turned into ashes and disappeared in the air.

Then came clothes and flesh.

The silent angry dragon brushed away large swaths of flesh and blood like it was tearing out bones, and the flesh and blood was quickly eaten away.

In an instant, only a tall skeleton remained, the internal organs exposed to the air, already riddled with holes, and even the body was left with only the last trace of flesh and blood, hanging behind him like a cloak.

The old man who performed the magic looked as normal, and even sneered disdainfully, as if he was laughing at Tu Shanjun's overestimation and arrogance, even using his body to resist the real dragon's magic, even though the magic he performed was not as good as the real dragon's. Two points, however, is more than enough to kill an unsuspecting late-stage Great True Lord.

"do you died?"

"He should be dead. All that's left is his bones and internal organs."

"..."

"Ancestor, save me."

Ao Mengsheng, who was still trapped by the black and red silk threads, found that he still couldn't break free, so he could only speak. He didn't care if it was embarrassing. Now he just wanted to get out of the trap and rebuild his physical body. Only relying on Yuanying Yin Shen was not a long-term solution. .

Jin Ao froze on the spot, staring at the white bones with only a little flesh and blood left in despair. In his eyes, the invincible talent at the same level died like this?

Shaking his head, he never thought Tushanjun would die so easily. Even if he had the means to resist the treasure technique, he might be seriously injured but he would never die so easily.

"boom!"

The skeletal body standing on the spot suddenly stood up.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly shattered.

When the white-bone body was in the air, it had already appeared in front of the old man Donghai. His figure was like a full bow. The moment he took action, countless black and red steam gathered on the white-bone body as if time was flowing backwards.

When the punch was thrown, the man's body had reshaped itself.