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Chapter 1147: Fighting the Immortal [Additional chapter for 'Shennong Tasting Herbs']

The heroes were shocked!

The arrogant Tushan Jun died.

The scorching hot aura that had just shattered the sky with the hammer was still lingering beside him.

He destroyed the bridge connecting the Demon Abyss and the Eastern Wasteland.

It took the combined efforts of many powerful men to block the power of the divine ability, so that the Zunhun Banner did not ignite the flames of war in the vast area of ​​​​Eastern Wilderness.

However, in just a blink of an eye, such a terrifying monk had his head chopped off.

The head with red hair rolled down.

The immortal body still maintained the posture of being about to attack.

“Master!” Wu Rong’s eyes widened with anger, and the wind flag in front of the table flew up into the sky like a little dragon.

"Junior brother!" The five elders could not hide their shock, but they were more worried about Tu Shanjun's life.

"Brother!"

Many immortal sect elders stood there in a daze.

"..."

"Ancestor!"

"God!"

The silence was broken by the combined shouts.

The morale of the army of the underworld was greatly damaged, and the expressions of the great saints of all races changed drastically. They really did not expect such a situation.

The appearance of Chidi Sword completely reversed the situation of the battle.

The army of the underworld, which was supposed to swallow up the sky and the abyss, had to retreat into the killing formation of the Ghost King of Dutian.

Moreover, the ghost formation is no longer safe. Once the old Taoist dies completely, they will be insignificant dust to Yanfu, who holds the ancestral weapon.

The arm of the ghost god Tushan Jun slowly dropped down.

blah blah blah!

A dark devil hand grabbed the magic weapon.

The trinity of demons stepped out from the shadows and replaced the gods and ghosts.

A black and red thread appeared and reconnected the fallen head.

"The power of the ancestors!"

The army of the underworld roared and shouted wildly, venting the fear they had just felt.

The Ghost King Seal emerged, Wu Rong integrated it into the heaven and earth, and ordered the army: "Kill."

"Kill Shen Moyuan."

"Kill until the evil spirit is full!"

He had clearly seen that his teacher, who possessed the Three Pure Ones techniques, was no match for Yanbu and that he needed to replenish his endless evil energy.

At the same time, he also needs land to further advance his Taoism.

The only solution now is to kill Chen Moyuan and seize his endless evil spirit, thus making his teacher Tu Shanjun completely immortal.

"kill!"

The army of the underworld came out in full force.

This battle must be fought to the death, creating infinite evil energy.

Tushanjun, the Three Pure Ones, roared:

"Ghost King"

"In the next life!"

The Ghost King of Dutian led the ghost soldiers and generals like a tide in the sea of ​​clouds and came through the air. Countless rays of light and shadows were like immortal lights and mysterious breath converging into the body of the Three Pure Ones, Tushan Jun.

The two illusory figures in the trinity became completely solidified. As the ghosts and banished immortals merged into the Taoist body in one step, the iron-blue face in the center took the dominant position again.

The starry sky trembled.

The heaven and earth are invigorated.

hum!

The universe seemed unable to support his body.

Shattered and collapsed into nothingness.

The traces of the avenue cracked the domain barrier like a spider web.

A series of deep and mysterious auras floated by.

Billions of ghost soldiers, tens of millions of ghost generals, and the souls of eleven Taoist emperors gathered in his body.

life and death,

yin and yang,

reincarnation.

The fire is burning forever.

spirits,

Demon Lord,

Exiled king.

The Three Pure Ones unite into a fighting immortal.

Awesome!

Carrying ten banners on his back.

Scarlet hair was flying like a cascade, the Yin-Yang millstone was hanging behind him, and the hammer in his hand was burning karmic fire at the three extreme paths, like the interweaving of blood vessels and flesh and bones, flashing with ancient divine light.

His eyes were as cold as lightning.

The aura of the Tao surrounding the immortal body was as mysterious as immortal light, crushing the sky and the earth, and suppressing the boundless vastness.

call!

The tail of ash flames exhaled from the gaps between the fangs.

Tu Shanjun felt an unprecedented sense of joy.

This is his ultimate magical power.

The Three Pure Ones unite to reveal the Ghost King, which is the most complete and real fighting power.

It was like a resurrected ancient warrior.

Pull out the scroll of life and death of the great road, encompassing the universe.

"Soldiers!"

laugh!

The tactics are brilliant.

The old ape in cassock in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly leaped up and completely merged into Tushan Jun's Taoist body.

The blood color of the Immortal Eye turned into a red-gold imperial pupil.

After two thousand years of tempering his skills, the demon ape is even as powerful as the sky!

"What kind of magical power is this?"

"His energy has reached its peak, right?"

"Not only that, he probably already possesses great magical power, but he just hasn't reached that realm yet."

"Is it really a technique?"

"Why do I feel like this is the power he should have released."

"..."

"The successor of the art of war and the holder of the imperial sword, isn't this really my destiny?" Gu Huojin exclaimed in amazement.

There was a moment just now when he felt that he had asked for help at the wrong time and the outcome had already been decided, but now it seemed that the real fight had just begun.

The heroes were shocked.

Silent and still.

This is clearly a fight for the throne.

No matter whether it was Yanbu who smashed the magic weapon or the spirit of the magic weapon devoured Yanbu, they could see that there would be a winner between the two. Perhaps an 'Infinite Honored One, Buddha, Immortal, Ancient Emperor, Ancient King...' would be born, but he would definitely be a person with great supernatural powers.

As witnesses, they are worthy of being recorded in history, yet they feel sad for no reason.

Countless great lords and Taoist masters in ancient and modern times have fallen at the last step.

There were already two people walking in front of them, but they could only be spectators.

Alas, how sad.

God’s will is so high that it cannot be questioned. Where is the path to the great god?

Bang!

Step out.

The war immortal Tu Shanjun swung out with a hammer.

Sweep away all the stars.

The divine light and immortal energy broke the sky.

The sky and the earth turned into a thin piece of ice that shattered at the slightest touch.

The infinite divine power made the hammer, like Mount Tai, rush forward recklessly.

boom!

Avenue collided.

The imperial soldiers cut through the edge of chaos at such a speed that even the Dao Lord who was watching the battle couldn't see it clearly.

In an instant, Yamabu appeared in front of him.

The pupils of the war immortal Tushan Jun trembled but he showed no intention of retreating. He roared ferociously, his blood burning with madness.

The yin-yang millstone behind him spun like a windmill, like a loom of fate, breaking down the mystical divine light, dissolving the imperial soldiers' pressure and destroying the ancestral god's killing method: "Kill!"

The imperial soldiers and the supreme divine soldiers clashed with each other. Everyone could no longer see the two monks who were close to great supernatural powers.

Even though they were all Dao Lords who had achieved the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, and their divine eyes could see the Dao clearly, they could not catch sight of those two people at all. All that was left was the roar of the two heavens and earths.

The Great Dao destroyed the heaven and earth, turning the originally rotten iron Tianyuan battle line into dust, and burning the flames of war into the endless land of the Demon Abyss.

On the one hand, he holds the imperial weapon, steps on the devil's abyss, and has infinite power.

On the other side is Tushan Jun, the reincarnation of the Ghost King who is the integration of the Three Pure Ones and has transformed himself into a war immortal with his ultimate magical powers.

The fight between the two made everyone tremble, and even cultivators below the level of Daojun could not withstand the aftermath and would be reduced to ashes.

Tu Shanjun, who had fallen into the Demonic Abyss, had his eyes full of shock.

The eye of heaven bursting with karmic fire pushed away the clouds and mist.

He actually discovered that Yamabu's aura was connected to Moyuan, as if Motian was providing Yamabu with an endless supply of power.

"God!"

Tu Shanjun's roar tore through the sky, and the main pole of the soul flag surged like a pillar of heaven, reaching up to the ninth heaven and down to the ninth abyss: "Why give him power!"

"Why?!"

Bang!

Tushanjun, who had transformed into a war immortal, fell down after fighting with thousands of moves.

The impact completely flattened a small area.

Several large stars exploded.

puff!

Black gold Taoist blood gushed out, and the immortal Taoist body and the nail hammer were covered with scars.

If it was just the Emperor's weapon, he could still fight back with the help of the Military Art and the Supreme Divine Weapon, the Soul Banner.

However, when he broke into the Demonic Heaven, he found out that he was wrong. Not only did the aura of Yama not dim, but it surged again because of the Demonic Heaven.

Now Yanbu is a great master with supernatural powers but no realm. He only has strength.

There was a knife wound on his chest that injured his internal organs. Tu Shanjun was breathing in more than out, and even the hammer in his hand became tattered. Without any hesitation, he opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the Soul Banner.

Eat your own food and reshape yourself into immortality!

"You are really tenacious."

When Yanfu looked at the fierce Tushan Jun, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately completely covered by confidence.

He has entered the devil's abyss and turned from a Buddha into a devil. Although he has no realm, he possesses great supernatural powers. He also holds the Emperor's Sword. Even if he faces the Blood Sea Ancestor, he can defeat him, let alone a magic weapon spirit that is only extremely skilled in Taoism.

A magic weapon is a magic weapon, and it is still a magic weapon even if it reaches the limit of the world.

Without great supernatural powers, we are all ants.

No matter how powerful the divine weapon is, it will be crushed by the imperial weapon.

After wiping off the bruises on his arm, Yan Fu sighed, "You question the heavens, but you don't understand that the will of heaven is in my hands!"

"I want to see whether you live faster or I kill faster."

"die!"

The war immortal Tushan Jun roared unwillingly, but the gap between divine weapons and imperial weapons was too big.

The moment Yanbu used his great supernatural power to attack, the hammer on the main pole of the Zunhun Banner could no longer bear the heavy load.

Tushan Jun's body also turned to ashes at the same time.

"not good!"

The cloak opened a red-gold ghost eye.

The elders’ speed still couldn’t catch up with Yanbu.

Zi Daoxu's five-colored divine light was also unable to withstand the sharp edge of the imperial weapon. He was anxious and called for his weapon again: "Five-colored Wheel!"

"Why not come?!"

The five-colored imperial soldiers of Tianyang Divine Sect were shaking continuously, as if responding to their master, but unfortunately Zi Daoxu was not the ancestor of the Divine Sect after all, and the imperial soldiers were still trying to figure it out.

"No!"

puff.

The sword pierced the heart.

Wu Rong opened his mouth but could not utter a single sound, and the Great Dao perished at this moment.

Tu Shanjun, who was supposed to be revived, suddenly found himself disappearing, and he had to return to the original form of his weapon.

"In the end, I still lost."

"Ugh!"

"Even if a great master takes action now, I'm afraid he won't be able to defeat Yanfu in the Demonic Abyss."

"Sad, deplorable..."

"Pity."

The powerful men had complicated expressions.

……

"Heaven and earth are the inns of all things;"

"Time is the passing guest of a hundred generations!"

The explosion of Xiong Jianzun filled his blood with gas.

He stretched out his dark hand as if trying to grab something in the void.

The divine eye shattered and tears of blood flowed out.

The three flowers on the top of his head blossomed to their fullest, and his infinite aura locked the heaven and earth. He strode forward, chanting in a long voice, twisting his fingers and roaring: "The heaven and earth flow backwards, and time goes in reverse."

"Give me……"

"Backtrack!"

hum!

The black hair suddenly became dry.

The magic weapon Dingkong Pillar was blown into pieces.

Time and space seemed to pause at this moment.

at the same time.

Everything that happened to Wu Rong seemed to have been reversed.

Instantly.

Everyone was in a trance.

……

A hint of vigilance flashed in the eyes of Yanfu who was holding the knife.

Why did he feel like he had seen it before?

The fully recovered war immortal Tushanjun's eyes were wide open with anger.

He has the path of reincarnation. Others may not know what happened just now, but he remembers it completely.

Xiong Jianzun, who looked like a dried up corpse, could not take even a single step. He staggered to the ground and fainted.

"not good!"

The great elder Zhou Wuzi said in horror: "It must be the Great Dao of Retracing Dao that was used, otherwise fellow Daoist Xiong wouldn't be so miserable, then..."

"Wu Rong just died?"

Elder Ping looked solemn and dignified.

The brother with the broken arm said in a deep voice: "We are fine, which means we can't stop it."

"There is only one way."

"what?"

"Sacrifice the soldiers!"

Elder Ping said fiercely: "All the cultivators of my Immortal Sect, step onto the banner!"

Ping Chaojing ignored the expressions of the crowd. He seemed to give a final cry and crashed into the Zunhun Banner with his divine weapon and flesh and blood.

"Brother Ping!"

Everyone was very sad, but they did not indulge in it.

The boy let out a long howl: "I'm leaving!"

Bang.

Another top Three Flowers Great Dao Lord's soul.

"Taiyi should rise."

"Xianzong monks, follow me to sacrifice the weapons!"

call out!

One by one, the Taoist masters flew over from the sky.

As strong as a meteor.

No goodbye!

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