Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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Feeling the wave after wave of increasingly stronger resistance, Xu Junming's face turned ugly.

Damn it, this Dragon Emperor's struggle is getting stronger and stronger!

We can't continue like this. Lu Pan, innate Bagua array!

Xu Junming multitasks.

Lu Pan, who had used Earth Escape to reach the center of the battlefield, instantly flew out and raised the formation map in his hand. The eight holding items that Xu Junming had given him earlier were combined into the formation map.

Within a hundred feet, a large formation quickly isolated Xu Junming from the outside world.

Innate Bagua Array, seal the demon!

With the blessing of the formation, the eight spiritual weapons turned into an eight-color chain, helping Yimeng Huangliang lock the Dragon Emperor's Zhu Yan incarnation tightly.

Hunting!

The soul talisman in Dantian changed, and a black chain shot directly into Zhu Yan's body, binding the Dragon Emperor's soul and trying to pull him out of his body.

Without the soul to preside over, no matter how strong the physical body is, it is just a pile of meat.

Roar…!

Zhu Yan screamed and struggled, but he could not break the joint seal of the Innate Bagua Formation and Yimeng Huangliang.

Visible to the naked eye, the Dragon Emperor's soul was pulled out bit by bit.

Arms, thighs, chest, and then head.

Let me go!!

A ferocious roar sounded.

Xu Junming worked hard with both hands, and he was about to succeed.

Suddenly, the breath from his body was released!

The Dragon Emperor's soul instantly disappeared into Zhu Yan's body.

Damn it, it's time to ask God!

Xu Junming's expression changed drastically.

As long as his body can bear it, he can borrow a strength equivalent to the Eight Transformations of the Nascent Soul, and it can last for half a cup of tea.

Now that the time is up, the strength plummets.

Without magic power, whether it is Yi Meng Huang Liang or the Innate Bagua Formation, the binding power instantly dropped by several levels.

Sensing the change, Dragon Emperor Zhu Yan's incarnation roared and transformed.

A five-clawed black dragon with hard scales and powerful momentum appeared.

More powerful resistance was transmitted along with the magic power.

puff!

A mouthful of blood flew out.

Xu Junming was like a kite with broken strings, flying upside down in an instant.

Yimeng Huangliang and other spiritual weapons, their spiritual light dimmed and disappeared into their bodies one after another.

Roar…!

The black dragon who was suddenly free roared angrily, expressed his joy of victory, and flew towards Xu Junming.

The ferocious huge mouth, the sharp dragon teeth, and the murderous aura rising to the sky are frightening.

Jun Ming!

Zhao Lie roared urgently, before he had time to think about it, he shook his hands and threw it away.

A crimson talisman flew out.

With a 'bang', the talisman exploded, and a wooden staff hundreds of feet high hit the black dragon.

The black dragon raised its front paw and smashed the wooden stick into pieces.

Obstructed by this, Zhao Lie had already rushed to the front and rescued Xu Junming.

Jun Ming, how are you?

Xu Junming's face was pale, his eyes were fixed on the powerful black dragon in the distance, and he slowly shook his head.

I'm fine, it's just that the time to ask God has come.

After saying that, he clenched his fists unconsciously.

Damn it, it was just a little bit close!

If the Dragon Emperor's soul could be pulled out of his body, even if his time to pray to God was over and there was a dream of yellow beams, he could only let himself rub it.

You have done a good job, now leave it to us!

Qiao Mulong flew over and patted his shoulder.

Before he could say anything, the person had already flown away.

At this time, the Dragon Emperor had no intention of causing trouble for him. Top sects such as Maoshan, Tianshi Tao, Louguan Tao, etc. all had many talismans in their hands that were usually kept at the bottom of the box.

This will keep greeting him.

Unfortunately, the black armor on the Dragon Emperor's body was too strong. No matter how they burned it, poured water on it, or chopped it with thunder and axes, there was nothing they could do.

Only when they faced each other in person did they understand how tyrannical Xu Junming was when he suppressed his opponent.

There were fewer and fewer red talismans, and everyone's expressions became ugly.

You all die to me!

The black dragon opened its mouth and spat out, hundreds of feet of astonishing flames spewed out like an overwhelming force.

A dozen innate monks who were unable to dodge were instantly burned to charcoal.

The thick dragon claws boomed, the earth cracked open, and the monks who fell into it were squeezed into pulp by the merged earth.

Seeing the black dragon with astonishing strength and constant killing but still unable to stop it, Qiao Mulong took a deep breath and revealed an indescribable determination in his eyes.

Old Xuanyu, do you still remember the battle at Beiman Mountain three hundred years ago?

Taoist Xuanyu's eyes flashed and a smile appeared on his face.

Of course. I sent Patriarch Fengxing to commit suicide and commit suicide together with Zhou Zongxing, the leader of the Ghost Sect. His generous attitude and elegant demeanor are really a role model for our descendants.

In that case, do you dare to go with the old Taoist today? Qiao Mulong said with a smile.

Why don't you dare!

The two looked at each other and flew straight towards the black dragon.

The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone!

Accompanied by high-pitched singing, huge explosions, and the roar of the black dragon resounded throughout the world.

Ancestor!

Master-uncle!

When everyone from both factions saw this scene, they were all heartbroken and shed tears.

Amitabha, in the past the Buddha cut his flesh to feed the eagles. Today I will also sacrifice my life to slay the demons!

Master Yuan Xin, the abbot of Xiantong Temple, handed back the cassock representing the identity of the abbot to his disciples, flew up, and used self-destruction to stop the Black Dragon incarnation of the Dragon Emperor.

The self-destruction of the three people shocked countless people.

Especially for Xu Junming, this feeling of being close at hand is particularly strong.

Followed by Master Zhang from the Tianshi Sect, Master Liufeng from the Northern Sect of Maoshan, Master Dingjing from the Bodhi Temple in Mount Emei, these elders who have lived for nearly 200 years have sacrificed themselves to preserve the practice world. His determination and righteousness deeply shocked him.

Looking at the black dragon who was covered in blood and seriously injured after many seniors sacrificed their lives to self-destruct.

Xu Junming took a deep breath and stood up unsteadily.

Others can sacrifice themselves to be benevolent, so why should I cherish this life!

Make a seal with your hands.

Xu Junming, a disciple of Maoshan Nanzong, please come to me, Lord Guan Shengdi. I am as urgent as the law!

The spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into his body.

Ten feet, thirty feet, ninety feet, it soon exceeded the limit that his body could bear.

Countless cyan meridians emerged from the body surface like entangled dragons and snakes, and the look on his face was extremely ferocious.

The essence and blood in the body is like the Yangtze River, and the sound of flowing can be heard from a distance of more than ten feet.

The scorching hot energy and blood soared into the sky, and the huge body was enveloped in rich red brilliance, like a god or a demon.

not enough!

He gritted his teeth and urged.

The height instantly grew to 100 feet, 'chi', countless tiny columns of blood spurted out from the body surface.

Holding back the tearing pain in his body, the tiger roared, and the 120-foot-long Daguandao in his palm was like a collapsed mountain.

Cut, chop, chop!!

boom!

The unparalleled sword energy was like a river bursting its banks, mighty and powerful, and at the same time as fast as lightning, it slashed straight towards the Dragon Emperor.

No one dared to look directly at the overwhelming aura that seemed to cut off the heaven and earth.

Roar…!

The black dragon roared in shock, and a layer of black armor shone brightly on its body.

When the sword light collided with the black armor, the light exploded and went straight towards the bullfighting.

Circles of white ripples were visible to the naked eye, sweeping across the scene.

Within a thousand feet of the surrounding area, sand and rocks flew instantly, creating a doomsday scene.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, and the black armor that had resisted countless Yuan Ying-level Tao spells was shattered in an instant.

The light of the thousand-foot sword passed through the black dragon's neck, and the powerful sword energy rolled forward.

A million-strong army was cut in half by this sword energy.

A huge trench a hundred feet deep and a thousand feet long appeared on the ground.

Xu Junming dreamed of yellow rice.

The giant yellow rice instantly absorbed the dragon corpse of the Dragon Emperor who had not yet transformed into a human body. After confirming that his soul was suppressed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In an instant, boundless pain filled my heart.

The giant body of a hundred feet shrank instantly like a deflated rubber ball.

‘Plop’ fell to his knees, blood flowing all over his body.

The ultimate explosion at the last moment completely destroyed his physical body, his Dantian was shattered, his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, his meridians were severed, and his body was a mass of paste.

In addition to being conscious, he is almost an incapable vegetative state.

He controlled Lu Pan, flew over, put his body into Jiufeng Mountain, and then temporarily transferred his consciousness to Lu Pan.

Jun Ming..., who are you?

Xun Changying flew over. He had never seen Lu Pan and thought he was an enemy taking advantage of the opportunity, so he almost hit him with a bamboo stick.

Uncle Master, this is the puppet I trained for sacrifice. Xu Junming said quickly.

Feeling the familiar fluctuations in his soul, Xun Changying breathed a sigh of relief.

How are you physically?

The injury was serious, but fortunately I can still hold on.

Although Xun Changying has not yet practiced the Shen Da Zhen Jue, after he advanced to the Realm of Seeing the Realm, he also studied it several times in the Maoshan Sutra Pavilion and knew that if it is overused, the physical body will collapse.

Jun Ming, go down and heal your wounds. Leave this place to us!

Shaked his head.

Compared to Master Qiao and Taoist Priest Xuanyu, I'm already very good.

He waved the spear in his hand.

Uncle Master, let's go. This battle is not over yet.

Seeing his heroic and generous look, Xun Changying's throat surged, and she patted his shoulder hard and flew away.

Although the strongest Dragon Emperor had been killed, the remaining soldiers of the Qin State became even more crazy, dragging them to death at every turn.

Four thousand people blocked a million people, and no one could get away.

The Coiled Dragon Spear in Xu Junming's hand unfolded, and he went straight towards the boundless Qin army, which was like a black ocean and could not be killed no matter how hard it was.

At this moment, killing seems to have become the mainstream of the world.

Everyone is stuck in it until one of them collapses completely.

This battle lasted for seven days and seven nights!

During these seven days and nights, as many as three thousand casual practitioners came to the practice world.

But when the millions of Qin troops were destroyed, the remaining monks from various sects totaled only five hundred, and the number of casual cultivators was only a few thousand.

In Maoshan Nanzong, drunk Taoist Qiao Mulong blew himself up and died in order to kill the Dragon Emperor.

‘Master Mu’ Wu Yuanzhi died in the rebellion.

Xu Junming was seriously injured.

Qian Dinglin broke his left arm.

Xun Changying and Zhao Lie were slightly injured.

Not even one out of ten Xiantian monks who came with him.

The other sects are not much better than Maoshan Nanzong.

Xu Junming was holding the Coiling Dragon Spear, and the black dragon armor on his body had become broken after being slashed with countless swords and swords.

Looking at the endless broken pottery figurines, broken battle flags, broken bows and arrows, and shattered corpses, he took a long breath and sat down.

Even with Lu Pan's physical body and his level of cultivation at Level 7 of the Earthly Evil Realm, he couldn't hold on even if he fought with high intensity for seven days and nights.

Many people did not even die in battle, but died at the moment of victory, after being relaxed and exhausted.

Everyone was sitting or lying in an imageless manner. Even the victorious side, no one was enjoying the joy of victory at this time. Everyone just wanted to have a good rest quietly.

Master!

Qin Zhong limped over with a spear in hand.

After Xu Junming killed the Dragon Emperor, he released him from Jiufeng Mountain.

The purpose is to train this great disciple who inherits the Taoism.

In the seven-day battle, countless Qin troops died in his hands.

The cruel war made him grow a lot.

He patted his side.

Qin Zhong sat down.

How about it?

It's okay, but I'm a little tired. Master, what about you?

Master, this is a puppet body, so the loss does not matter!

Then your original body...?

Seeing his worried look, Xu Junming smiled.

Don't worry, it's okay!

Are you really okay?

A gloomy voice came from the front, and at the same time, a black mist emerged from the ground.

Looking at the middle-aged man wearing a black robe with a pale face opposite him, Qin Zhong stood up from the ground with a swish, clutched his spear tightly, and stared at the opponent with a serious expression.

Xu Junming didn't stand up and patted his leg.

take it easy.

master…?

fine.

After seeing the changes here, monks from various sects around also rushed over. However, after exhausting their mana and energy, many of them cannot control the escape light.

I don't know whether I should call you Xu Fu or Abe Nakamaro?

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly.

You know a lot, but don't try to delay time. Today you and these guys around you will die!

Xu Fu stretched out his hand and a black magatama flew towards Xu Junming like lightning.

The latter's expression remained unchanged. He turned his palm and a crimson talisman appeared in his palm, stimulating his magic power.

A mighty aura spread like lightning.

Nascent Soul Red Talisman?

Xu Fu was shocked. He was about to move the eight-foot mirror to escape, but found that he couldn't move.

A dream of yellow beams was activated, which turned into a soul-binding rope, imprisoning Xu Fu's soul, and collecting all his body and magical weapons into yellow beams.

He stretched out his hand and the yellow rice flew into his body.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He had never used this confinement talisman that he had obtained from Li Xingfang, just to prevent accidents.

I didn't expect that I would actually use it in the end.

Xu Fu's death also reminded him that no matter how high his cultivation level is, he must be careful.

If you can kill someone, don't talk nonsense.

After Xu Fu was destroyed, Qin Zhong was temporarily taken into Jiufeng Mountain. Xu Junming, who had rested, also began to help clean up the battlefield.

All the broken pottery figurines were collected by him in Jiufeng Mountain.

The scattered killing energy, broken ghost energy and soul energy were all swallowed up by Yi Meng Huang Liang.

Intact magical weapons belong to each sect. If the magical weapons of casual cultivators are not picked up by younger disciples, they will fall into the hands of each sect.

No one wants broken magic weapons and weapons unless they are spiritual weapons.

All were trained by Xu Junming to practice his Nine Ultimate Divine Light.

As the biggest contributor to this war, no one could compete with him.

Finally, after using earth magic to heal the earth torn apart by Tao magic, the group of people went home.

Xu Junming raised his head and glanced at the sky. The blood-red stars that once hung high in the southeast had disappeared.

Shaked his head.

Driving the light back to Luofu Mountain.