Surprised, he turned around to take a look.

Shocked.

It turned out that the coolness just now was not from his body but from someone else's palm. The blue-white ghost hand grabbed his neck and lifted him out, out of the mist quagmire.

Let’s look at the owner of the ghost hand.

Green face, fangs, red hair dancing wildly.

Wearing the disguised robe of hell.

The ground the iron boots stepped on turned into solid ground, and even the turbulent mist seemed to be shunned by the beasts that did not dare to step forward, like a whirlpool quagmire that had leveled off.

The large and small pupils rotate slowly.

A yin and yang millstone is like a wheel of merit hanging behind you, and when it rotates slightly, it emits a subtle echo of the avenue.

The two pig heads sealed together with tin gave out a foul breath.

"Thank you, Lord Dao!"

The pig's trotters are raised in hand and saluted.

He flew away from the green and white ghost's hand.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, turned his gaze, and his eyes that contained life and death moved from fast to slow, as if searching for the 'similar' lurking in the mist. His fangs moved slightly: "Fellow Taoist, since you are here, why don't you see him?"

The fierce Yingchen looked like he was facing a formidable enemy and stared at Tushanjun who took action.

He couldn't see clearly the Daoguang Xuanqi around Tushanjun.

It was as if he was standing in front of an abyss with no end in sight. In the blink of an eye, the abyss disappeared as if it had become the sky. There was even a faint fear in his heart.

By vigorously rotating the thoughts, visions will appear in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ask the ancestor to refine the enemy!"

call!

Dark fog blocks out the sun, covering the sky in darkness.

The heaven and earth transformed in an instant, completely solidifying into a cage.

The sea-covering pot poured out a river of Styx across the sky.

The river water suddenly covered Tushanjun's iron boots, and the originally turbulent water solidified into one body, as if Tushanjun standing there was originally a part of the river, but now it was just taken away by the river again.

The steaming river mist completely enveloped Tushanjun.

"The ancestor will also be defeated, right?"

The great sage in the crowd exclaimed.

They had just taken refuge in the underworld. If they were defeated so easily, then they were obviously on the wrong ship. By then, they still don’t know how much resources they would have to spend in exchange for the underworld’s forgiveness.

The uneasy mood spread among everyone, and even the Taoist princes who were feudal lords were affected.

You look at me, I look at you, looking at each other.

"No!"

Elder Qiu blurted out angrily and shouted: "Ancestor will never be defeated!"

He believed in Tu Shanjun's strength.

Yu Shen secretly prayed: "You must not lose."

Bada.

Bada.

Master Ruzang turned the rosary beads in his hand and held the Buddhist ritual in one hand.

He still hasn't found his mother, and the sixty-year agreement will be renewed. He doesn't want Tushanjun to lose. This battle is about whether the underworld can unify the northwest and whether it can take a further step.

If you lose...

Ruzang shook his head slightly, he couldn't imagine what the ending would be.

But he will stand with Hell until the last moment.

"Do you, fellow Taoist, not want to show up so much?"

Tu Shanjun raised his hand and flicked it.

The mist and sky suddenly exploded.

His eyes narrowed: "I found you!"

He stretched out his ghost claws and grabbed forward.

The time and space in front of you seem to overlap.

It wasn't that Tushanjun stretched out his hand to grab it, but that the moment Tushanjun stretched out his hand, time and space intertwined and pushed the person he was looking for to this position.

One grip.

boom!

The space exploded.

The spirit of the vessel covering the sea pot appeared in the void.

It was a woman wearing a veil, with beautiful eyes that were flowing like clear waves with a smile on her face, and she was wearing a black dress that outlined her graceful figure.

He frowned and asked, "How did you break through my Styx Formation?"

Tu Shanjun asked: "Shouldn't you tell yourself your family name before asking others?"

"I have a question. I wonder if my fellow Taoist can answer it for me first?"

Fuhai Weapon Spirit shouted angrily and asked: "You are so rude!"

"Retreat quickly and I may spare your life."

"Fellow Taoist, if you don't tell me, I'll come and see it myself." Tu Shanjun strode forward.

The ghost hand was found again.

Go straight to the head of the sea-turning pot spirit.

Obviously, he wanted to show the true nature of the old devil and use the soul-searching technique.

"How brave!"

The sea-turning pot spirit was furious.

All the way up to the River Styx.

The great array rotates to transform this void into the world inside the pot.
Chapter completed!