Someone has to sacrifice.

Everything is for the greater good.

The elders of the sect are role models, and he, Wu Rong, is by no means a coward.

He didn't hand over the Zunhun Banner not because he was greedy for life, but because he felt that only he could let the teacher exert his full power.

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

This is the real reason why he clings to the divine weapon despite his cultivation level of Erhua.

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

Extremely firm.

"The elders of the sect are all strong, but facing such a number of monks of the same level, they are still under a lot of pressure. If we don't relieve the pressure and wait until they die, the other Dao Lords will gather together, which will definitely be detrimental to us."

"And teacher, you see, Yan Fu has not taken action yet and is staying away from the matter."

It's so peaceful.

"I don't believe that he doesn't know our plan and will die immediately."

"I believe the elders will trade their lives for their lives."

"But why didn't he take action?"

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

Wu Rong nodded and said: "I infer that it is probably something that can destroy or restrict the soul of Dao Lord."

"Teacher, please trust me."

"I believe you!"

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with heaviness and sadness.

After saying these words, he understood that the master and the disciple were going to fight tooth and nail.

Hold on to the soul flag.

Raising his hand, he took off the green and black flag cloth with the evil ghost's fangs still attached, and fluttered behind him on the avenue like a cloak.

The ripples in the sky made of black water reflect the face of another person. If you look closely, it looks like two people overlapped.

In the endless ghost image, a blue and white ghost's feet stepped on the shallow ripples.

One step across.

The red-haired ghost walked out of his trance body.

Wu Rong immediately twisted his hand.

…

"That's him."

"Lord of the Underworld."

"Master Si Mingdao."

"What is he capable of?"

Contempt flashed in the eyes of the many Sanhua experts who were watching the battle. When Tushanjun got on top of him, he was naturally invincible.

Now that his true body has appeared, he is just a second flower. To get involved in such a fight is to seek death. Logically speaking, the second flower should retreat honestly and enter the main battlefield.

It should not appear in the center to decide the outcome.

"I think he relies solely on the magic weapon to be so powerful. If it weren't for Tushanjun, he wouldn't even be able to catch a Dao Lord."

"Who said just now that you want me to fuck you? It will definitely be better if you fuck me."

…

Wu Rong didn't know what others thought, and even if he knew, he wouldn't be swayed.

Shout loudly:

"open!"

"Dutian Ghost King Killing Formation."

Buzz!

The sky is filled with black air.

The illusory main pole is like a pillar of heaven, soaring up to the nine heavens and down to the nine netherworlds. It is brilliant and gorgeous. The layers of chaotic mysterious energy surrounding the main pole of the sky pillar turn into a new layer of clouds and vast sky, a black armor frenzy.

The powerful auras were like gods, like the ancient divine court unfurling its banner once again.

The great banner of the Chinese Army in every heaven has the aura of the Taoist Lord.

The Yin soldiers from the Netherworld God's Mansion stepped on the clouds and formed a forest.

Hundreds of millions of sinister soldiers and millions of ghost generals.

The ten kings guard the end of the world.

The tide of evil spirits rises and falls.

The giant wheel shrine standing on the mountains of boundless evil spirits is shaped like a ruan chariot.

Wu Rong, who climbed onto the throne, sat down calmly.

Take out a treasure map.

Suddenly unfolded.

"That is?!"

"The true spiritual karma of the ancient divine court can confer the title of the mountain god He Bo, Tu Gong Tu Po!"

In the Eastern Wasteland, the City God's Temple within the Tianyang Shen Sect shone with aura.

Wu Rong looked up to the sky and screamed: "Every land I pass by underworld is named by God!"

"Tingfeng."

Bang.

The treasure map suddenly collapsed.

The silhouetted Wu Rong is like the Lord of the Divine Court.

Like the moon.

Like the sun.

Brilliant and brilliant.

…

The red-eyed ghosts wearing copper coin masks and Ge Qing fought back to back.

suddenly.

Another wave of power surged out of his body, as if he had received some kind of blessing. The initial stage of transformation that was fighting with them was cut down, and his soul was absorbed by the giant ship's soul-guiding flag in the distance with a hiss.

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

"listen!"

"It's the master of the palace!"

[Every land I pass by underworld is named by God!]

"Are we gods?"

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

"..."

Scenes like this were repeated among the underworld army, and all of them received the name of God in the edict.

Originally, as a monk from Yintian, the expedition to Tianyuan would weaken his own combat power. That is, he relied on the protection of the evil spirit to keep his strength equal.

Now I have been blessed by heaven and earth.

Strength has improved greatly, and morale has been boosted again.

"kill!"

"Kill the enemy!"

…

Under Wu Rong's pale face, a faint Taoist blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Just as he ordered hundreds of millions of soldiers and horses to be sealed, his illusory third Taoist flower completely solidified.

There is absolutely no frivolity at all

With the support of Sanhua Daojun, the entire world was enveloped by the Dutian Ghost King's Killing Formation of the Soul Flag.

"Siege the city and capture the territory!"
To be continued...