Without checking for a moment, dozens of wounds suddenly appeared on Tushanjun's body.

Some of the marks are so deep that bones can be seen.

Black jade bones are surrounded by divine light.

"Good opportunity." Mr. Xiaoyao Dao was overjoyed.

Sure enough, he found the weakness of the weapon spirit.

What's the use of relying on Taoism to be powerful? Sanhua carrying the three Taoisms is indeed powerful, but after all, everyone's Taoism is similar. Under the siege of so many people, they will definitely show their flaws and be killed by everyone's magic weapons.

"quick."

"Don't be stunned."

"Kill him!"

Seeing that Tushanjun was injured, Yi Erhua Daojun who lived in the outlying group was overjoyed.

This was a battle that will go down in history.

Even if there is no call from the Dao Lords, they will help. No, Erhua's dust path pierced a divine weapon awl and went straight to the chest and heart of the majestic figure.

"The opportunity to become famous all over the world is mine!"

Chendao yelled and took action.

The evil ghost was blocking the way from left to right, and the hammer danced like a windmill, as if it was not aware of this cone at all.

"don't want!"

The one who shouted was not someone else but Ghost Fang Fu.

Bang!

Blood splattered.

The bones and flesh were broken into large pieces.

It exploded like a watermelon into a puddle of red, white, green and black.

The black-red hammer was dragged over, revealing a pair of immortal eyes exuding malice. Qingtie's face was as smooth as if he had crushed an ant to death.

The yin and yang millstone behind him gathered the remaining flesh and blood and crushed it into evil spirit.

Open your bloody mouth.

Tushanjun swallowed the boundless evil spirit.

Ghost Fang Fu shook his head.

He was the first to fight Tushanjun, and he knew the weight of the hammer best.

Sanhua Daojun can also perform three or two hard cuts like a magic weapon.

If one or two flowers come near.

Seriously: if you rub it, you will be injured; if you swing it, you will die.

It exploded with one hammer!

"Get out!"

"Everyone, get out of here!"

Tie Xianhou was furious.

With one palm, he pushed back many Dao Lords who were about to rush forward.

Doesn't this bring evil energy to Tushanjun?

If Tushanjun is allowed to kill both the first and second flowers, the evil spirit condensed can be used to forge ancestral weapons.

If the ancestor soldiers show up, they will be dragged to death.

"Master Dao, come closer, and all the flowers will roll away!"

"Get away and release your magical powers."

There was a lot of yelling and cursing.

Lord Dao did not care about his own demeanor at all.

Now is the time to fight desperately, who cares about this.

"No, he was injured just to attract us!"

"Return to your place, return to your place."

"..."

"Return them all to me."

"Stand where you did just now, stand now!"

More than a dozen Dao Lords quickly took action to organize their formation.

However, they were still a little slower. In just a short time, Tushanjun had killed three Yierhuadaojun who rushed in, and the accumulated evil energy was a little more.

"It's too late!" Tu Shanjun laughed and chased after him.

Just now, he was afraid that these people would not get close to him and use their magical powers to weaken his moral ability and magic power, so he deliberately did not resist with all his strength.

You are more attractive when you are hurt.

Now that the formation is in chaos and he wants to readjust it, he has to ask the hammer in his hand if he agrees.

"Killing Technique!"

Cold.

This is the first feeling of a monk who comes into contact with a hammer.

Biting to the bone.

There is no pain because it is too late.

The moment the hammer touched the body, it exploded.

They are like pieces of red-hot iron.

One hammer down, and sparks fly.

Tushanjun is like a tiger breaking into a flock of sheep.

Crazy killing spree.

One hammer blow and it's a puddle of mud.

Then the yin and yang millstones melted into evil spirits.

He wasn't quite sure what Yan Fu had done to make him unable to extract his soul.

Or is it that these monks do not have souls and true spirits in their bodies at all.

But it shouldn't be.

He had already smelled the soul.

"I don't want to die!"

Bang!

Another Ikkadō-kun has become a dead soul under the hammer.

This time.

Tu Shanjun looked shocked.

Surprised: "Soul?!"

Wu Rong's face flashed with joy: "Someone has entered the flag!"

"not good!"

Ghost Fang Fu shouted.

When Daojun dies, he uses the method of transcendence to take away his soul in one step.

Once a monk cannot withstand such great pressure and no longer uses his magical powers, and his soul cannot be protected by the salvation method, he will become a slave soul of the Soul Reverend Banner.

In a hurry, the Dao Lords finally surrounded Tushan Lord again.

"Damn it!"

"Why don't you pinch the spell?"

"..."

"If you don't want to go, then die, and die in the Zunhun Banner."

The death of Ichika Michio-kun attracted a lot of criticism.

There are always smart people like this.
To be continued...