I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1141 Commanding the Heaven [Additional chapter for "Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs and only Lingshan was the best"]

"What would he do?"

The onlookers communicated with each other.

"If it were me, I would first do my best to kill Yan Fu. There is no such thing as a war without death."

"Since my fellow apprentices have bought time for me, I must complete my mission."

"Yes."

"The heart of Tao is as strong as iron and cannot be affected."

“To put it bluntly, even if everyone dies, with that banner, he can still rebuild the situation.”

"Don't be too soft-hearted."

A three-flowered master expressed a different opinion and shouted, "What if they can't hold out for long?"

"If there is damage, it will completely free up two or three Dao Lords. If they intervene in the battle, it will be equivalent to no more reinforcements, which will completely ruin the situation."

The top master of the Ancient God Sect asked: "What should we do then?"

"Does the Lord of War have to share the pressure for your incompetence? Aren't you good-for-nothings?"

The top three flowers of the Beast Taming Sect slammed their hands and said, "Amateur."

"You are a complete amateur!"

"He is the spirit of a divine weapon. He can definitely release the divine soul in the banner to help."

"It is similar to my Beast Taming Sect."

"Where's the mana?"

"It couldn't be more thorough. Drain the banner master dry?" The Taoist master of the Great Galaxy Palace crossed his arms.

The old Taoist master of the Hehuan Sect said loudly: "The power of the Dharma is low, so the spirit of the weapon will not change people."

"Correct!"

The Holy Spirit of the Ancient Nest nodded immediately.

"If we act so recklessly, all our fellow disciples will die soon, and who will continue to take over the magic weapon?"

"Are those great saints coming, or are you coming?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

The top battle in the battlefield has not yet started completely, but the many powerful people watching the battle are grimacing, wishing they could go up and take over.

As they communicated, they started arguing even more. Their faces turned red and they all held their own opinions. They rolled up their sleeves and were ready to use their profound skills to carry the avenue.

Those Taoist masters who were not very knowledgeable could not get a word in and were speechless, and it was difficult for them to try to stop the fight.

Those who argue until their faces turn red and their necks thick are all top-notch powers.

Yu Tiandi held his forehead helplessly: "Alas!"

"What do you think, fellow Daoist?"

“Who knows? He always does things that are so puzzling.” Yu Tiandi looked at Dao Zheng in the distance.

In the early years, when the Zunhun Banner was sanctified, the spirit of the weapon not only did not submit to Ouyang Qiuxian, but instead blew itself up, causing Ouyang Qiuxian to be injured. That's why he was able to easily kill Ouyang with the Savage War Moon.

After not seeing it for so many years, who knows what the Soul Banner Spirit will do.

……

"Zhou Wuzi, today is the day you die. Don't worry. The destruction of the Taiyi Shengxian Sect is imminent. When all of you old guys are dead, he will fall from the throne without support and be completely wiped out of the world!"

The Taoist Master Sanhua, wearing a bronze lion mask, wielded the jade ruyi in his hand to form a net that would drag the sky and the earth.

The pale monk in a green robe said calmly, "With our joint efforts, even if you are a great and powerful person from the Ascension Sect, you will suffer in vain."

"Don't waste time talking to him, just kill him."

Four of them attacked together.

"Even if I die, I will take a few of you with me!"

Zhou Wuzi laughed wildly and was about to burn his blood and energy, causing his magic weapon and Taoist body to explode.

……

"Fellow Daoist Qin, it's time to get going!"

Grandma Disha looked at the huge wound on her abdomen, which took a long time to heal.

Tears of blood ran down his cheeks.

Silently wipe away the blood and swallow the broken entrails.

……

The boy's heart was sobbing like a bellows.

He had clearly killed a man of the same level, but the strange thing was that the Three-Flower Monk's soul did not fly out and be captured by the Soul Flag.

His eyes were full of horror.

He exclaimed, "No, no!"

"There is a way to restrict the soul, I must spread the news."

"No one can die!"

"You can't get out."

"You were wrong to split up and fight."

"Die!"

……

"Chongming, you are going against the will of heaven, and this is your calamity."

The besieged Daojun sneered.

Just as they were about to continue, Senior Brother Broken Arm barged in and said sternly, "Daoyou, there is a big problem!"

Chongming Dadaojun was stunned.

……

Elder Ping looked at the divine weapon that had a gap in it.

He had killed many people with this sword, and even seriously injured two of the three who attacked him.

Unfortunately, he was finally powerless to save the situation, and muttered to himself: "It's not enough, I have to kill, kill them all, kill all the enemies, and kill Taiyi out of survival!"

"Taiyi should rise."

puff.

The Gengjin sword energy flashed along the cracks in his wounds.

……

"I can't hold out much longer."

Xiong Jianzun gritted his teeth.

He has tried his best to keep the powerful man in the underworld alive, but if he continues like this, he himself will be dragged to death.

……

“We need to save you!”

The sound echoes in my heart.

Tu Shanjun paused and said, "I am not afraid of ordinary cultivators at all. I can handle more than ten of them. But your magic power..."

His words did not mean that he did not want to save everyone.

win,

To survive.

Everyone tried their best to send him here. Even though Tushanjun had countless sorrows and reasons in his heart, he had to be firm in his determination and make killing Yanbu his main goal.

Otherwise you will be dragged to death by friendly forces.

This is something Tu Shanjun absolutely does not want to see.

He could only keep moving forward.

Tu Shanjun was selfish. He was making a choice. There would definitely be casualties in this battle, but he had to keep his disciples alive.

Wu Rong knew the problem.

That is, the teacher wants his disciple to survive.

Otherwise, if a top-notch Three-Flower Master takes charge of the Soul Banner, the chance of winning will be at least 30% to 40% higher.

But that's what war is.

Someone has to sacrifice.

It’s all about the greater good.

The elders of the sect are role models, and Wu Rong is definitely not a coward.

He did not hand over the Soul-Respecting Banner not because he was afraid of death, but because he felt that only he could enable his teacher to unleash his full power.

Only his great way can help the teacher defeat this powerful enemy.

This was the real reason why he was able to hold on to the magic weapon tightly despite his level 2 cultivation level.

So he said in a deep voice: "I can definitely hold on."

Extremely determined.

"The elders of the sect are all strong, but facing such a large number of cultivators of the same level, they are still under great pressure. If we don't relieve the pressure, when they die, the other great masters will gather together, which will definitely be disadvantageous to us."

"And you see, teacher, Yanbu has not made any move yet and is staying out of the matter."

So peaceful.

"I don't believe he doesn't know our plan. If he dies, he will be buried in the banner."

"I believe the elders will exchange their lives for yours."

"But why hasn't he made a move yet?"

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "He has the means."

Wu Rong nodded and said, "I infer that it is likely something that is enough to destroy or restrict the soul of the Great Dao Lord." "Please believe me, teacher."

"I believe you!"

There was a flash of heaviness and sadness in Tu Shanjun's eyes.

After saying this, he understood that the master and disciple were going to fight to the death.

Grab the soul flag.

He raised his hand and took off the dark blue banner that the evil ghost's fangs were still attached to, and it fluttered behind him like a cloak.

The ripples in the sky created by the black mysterious water reflected the face of another person. Looking closely, it looked like two people overlapped together.

In the endless shadows, a blue-white ghost foot stepped on the shallow ripples.

One step forward.

The red-haired ghost walked out of the body of the descending god.

Wu Rong immediately performed a magic trick.

……

"it's him."

"Lord of the Underworld."

"Sima Daojun."

"What is he capable of?"

There was a flash of contempt in the eyes of the many Three-Flower Masters who were watching the battle. When Tu Shanjun possessed him, he was naturally invincible.

Now that his true form has been revealed, he is just Erhua. Getting involved in such a fight is simply courting death. Logically, Erhua should just retreat to the core battlefield.

The outcome should not be decided at the center.

"I think he relies on the power of his magic weapon. If it weren't for Tushan Jun, he wouldn't be able to take on even a Dao Jun."

"Who told me to go up? I will definitely be better if I go up."

……

Wu Rong didn't know what other people thought of him, and even if he knew, he wouldn't be shaken.

shout:

"open!"

"The Ghost King of Dutian's Killing Formation."

hum!

The sky was filled with black air.

The illusory main pole is like a pillar of heaven, reaching up to the nine heavens and down to the nine netherworlds, brilliant and dazzling. The layers of chaotic aura surrounding the main pole of the pillar of heaven transform into a new layer of vast clouds in the sky and a frenzy of black armor.

The powerful auras were like those of gods, as if the ancient temple had once again unfurled its flags.

The central army banner of each level of heaven has the aura of the Taoist Lord.

The dark soldiers of the Netherworld Palace stepped on the clouds and turned them into a forest.

Billions of ghost soldiers and millions of ghost generals.

The ten great kings guard the end of the sky.

The evil spirits are rising and falling.

The giant wheel shrine standing on the boundless evil ghost mountains is shaped like a royal chariot.

Wu Rong ascended the throne and sat down steadily.

Take out a treasure map.

Unfold with a bang.

"That is?!"

"The true spiritual position of the Ancient God Court can confer the title of Mountain God, River God, Earth God and Earth Goddess!"

In the vast land of East Wilderness, the City God Temple in the Tianyang Divine Sect was flickering with spiritual light.

Wu Rong raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Everywhere I, the underworld messenger, pass through, I will be given the name of a god!"

"Listen to the seal."

Bang.

The treasure map suddenly shattered.

Wu Rong, standing in the background, looks like the Lord of the Divine Court.

Like the moon.

Like the sun.

Brilliant and glorious.

……

The red-eyed ghost wearing a copper coin mask and Ge Qing fought back to back.

Suddenly.

Another surge of strength surged out of his body, as if he had received some kind of blessing. The early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm that was originally fighting with them was killed, and his soul was absorbed by the Soul-Guiding Banner of the giant warship in the distant sky with a whoosh.

The red-eyed ghost was shocked: "What's going on?"

"listen!"

"It's the master of the palace!"

[All the lands that I, the underworld messengers, pass through are given the names of gods! ]

“Have we become gods?”

"Even the smallest god is still a god, and possesses real power."

"..."

Similar scenes are repeated among the armies of the underworld, all of whom receive divine names in the process of being conferred.

As a Yintian monk, the expedition to Tianyuan would weaken his own combat power, and it was only by relying on the protection of the evil spirit that he was able to maintain his strength.

Now I have received the blessings of heaven and earth.

The strength has greatly improved and the morale has been boosted again.

"kill!"

"Kill the enemy!"

……

Under Wu Rong's pale face, a faint trace of Taoist blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. At the same time as he commanded hundreds of millions of soldiers and horses, his illusory third Taoist flower completely solidified.

There is absolutely no false appearance

With the support of the Three Flowers Great Lord's Taoism, the whole heaven and earth were covered by the Soul Honoring Banner's Dutian Ghost King's killing formation.

"Attack the city and plunder the land!"

Lord of all gods.

Man-made sky!

Wu Rong took a huge risk to completely consolidate the practice of Sanhua Da Daojun.

He grinned and said, "Originally, even if I were to confer the title, it would not be recognized by heaven and earth."

"It's different now. The war between heaven and earth has begun. Yintian and Moyuan have come into contact. As the bearer of destiny, God is on my side after all."

"teacher……"

"I already have enough mana."

"Take action."

Tu Shanjun, holding the soul flag hammer, suddenly looked back.

Her eyes were red and her lips were trembling slightly.

The heavy burden of the God's ordination falls entirely on one person. What a terrifying pressure it is. If one is not careful, he will be crushed into ashes of time and buried in the ancient history.

The magical power as surging as the galaxy makes the malnourished body filled with fighting blood.

Tushan Jun turned his grief and anger into strength.

The pale face was completely transformed into a ghost.

Gui Fangyang was startled.

He found that the overwhelming ghostly aura was surging again.

This shows that the opponent did not show his strongest strength just now.

Tu Shanjun completely revealed his true nature as a soul-devouring ghost.

With a fierce laugh:

"Don't worry, none of them can escape."

"They all deserve to die!"

"Since he has the means to prevent the spirit from entering the banner, there is no need to divide the battlefield."

Tu Shanjun shook the hammer.

The separated void barrier was smashed by the hammer in his hand.

Run over it.

At the same time, the killing formation of the Ghost King of Dutian condensed several pieces of heaven and earth into one.

boom!

One hammer.

The battlefield of Zhongjian Daojun was dragged into the killing array by the hammer.

Xiong Jianzun was very happy.

Quickly understood what Tushanjun meant.

He hurriedly called out to Sanluo Daojun.

"quick!"

"Follow me into the battle!"