What a terrifying strength this is.

With great supernatural power and immeasurable power, the Ancestral Soldier Emperor Sword has come to this world since ancient times.

Nowadays, every step of Yanfu marks the great road, the original law breaks the sky, and every swing of the sword is a blow that destroys the heaven and the earth.

"Tushanjun."

"You deserve to die after living for so long!" Yan Fu roared to the sky, taking everything of the ancient Buddha and Momo Emperor with him, and tried his best to completely kill and strangle the transformed ancestral soldier emperor spirit.

Although he is also transforming, he is invincible in the devil world. Now he is like a real Buddha and devil emperor.

The Buddha's light and the devil's breath surged and intertwined to promote this supreme change.

Tu Shanjun roared loudly.

The soul inside the gathering banner.

On the basis of the souls of the original eleven Dao Lords, the elders of the sect were added, making a total of thirty-two Dao Lords. Originally Tu Shanjun wanted to keep them for the final fight against the heavenly tribulation, but now Yan Fu wants to use the method of mending the sky to become the emperor.

, it is difficult for him to have any reservations, he can only fully release all his magical powers.

…

Wu Rong, who was sitting on the throne in the distance, was trembling and trembling, as if the oil in his lamp had run out.

Twist.

Cast a spell.

Deadline.

A shrill roar:

"cloudy day."

"Give me a way that is unrivaled in the world!"

Countless ghost gates are completely lit up in the Eastern Wasteland.

The sun is burning, the cloudy sky is bright.

The yin and yang of life and death are completely connected at this moment.

boom!

The Supreme Light erupts from its own body.

Wu Rong seemed to be the representative of the cloudy sky.

…

"Ghost Emperor"

"Reincarnation!"

Tushanjun, the ghost emperor of the cloudy sky, swoops down from the end of the sky.

"kill!"

Boom!

The ultimate confrontation, the original fight.

Yan Fu, who transformed after replenishing the demon sky, was indeed extremely terrifying. The slashes of the imperial sword even killed time and space, and every imperial mark torn by the sharp edge could not be healed and became a wound in the heaven and earth.

This blow, using all the power of Buddha and demon, is indeed a great supernatural power, and even ordinary monks who are affiliated with the Supreme Being cannot resist it.

clang!

The imperial soldiers collided with the immortal power.

The swooping Ghost Emperor Tushanjun roared and attacked without any fear, almost madly attacking.

The emperor's blood flew everywhere, the immortal power collapsed, and the world turned into chaos.

The eternal sky and the universe were shaken apart.

He didn't need to think about whether he was dead or alive, and he didn't need to think about it at all. There was only the evolution of tactics and countless violent auras.

The punches hit the flesh, only attacking and not defending.

Yanfu shows the desperate Taoist mind of a great monk.

That is, fight to the end!

However, after a brief exchange of blows, a thousand moves had been exhausted, and Tushanjun's wounds could not be healed and he became a bloody man.

Jamfu was even more miserable. The bones and flesh were crushed together and made into an anvil. The arms were shattered, the chest collapsed, and even the spine seemed to be winding into a pile of ugly crawling insects.

Yan Fu's eyes turned red.

Did he plan everything but be defeated in the end?

As his thoughts came together, the great supernatural power in his body also began to fade.

Smiling miserably.

Yan Fu said: "Does even Demon Heaven no longer trust me?!"

Bang!

Keng!

A hammer hit and broke his arm.

The emperor's sword rotated and inserted into the void, standing tall and not falling.

The hand still holding the sword was like a flag, but his body was no longer able to fight. This almost crazy confrontation exhausted every inch of his strength.

As the power of the demon sky faded, he was defeated by Tu Shanjun before he could complete the process of healing the sky.

call out!

The Ghost Emperor stretched out his big hand and grabbed Yan Fu's head.

Lift him up in the air.

The emperor's voice was hoarse and said: "Hand over Bodhizi and Elder Qiu, and I will give you a happy death."

"happy?"

Yan Fu smiled sadly: "My life is not happy."

"You are so sure that you can kill me, and I still have a way out."

"Transcendence method?"

A hoarse voice came out of his fangs. Tu Shanjun looked at Yan Fu indifferently and said lightly: "Read it."

Yan Fu opened his mouth, and then his pupils flashed with horror.

The overreaching method is invalid.

No matter how he activated his magical powers, there was no response.

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "When I am the emperor, no one can steal my soul!"

"Since you don't want to say it."

"Let me come and see for myself!"

"Search for souls!"

"ah!"

Yanfu screamed pitifully and opened his eyes angrily.

The seven orifices burst out with the emperor's blood that had not completely transformed.

The explosive mana accelerates the combination, and the terrifying power breeds to break free.

However, the blue-black ghost hands were like shackles made of divine gold and iron, unbreakable, holding Yan Fu's head firmly.

"It turns out to be there."

Tu Shanjun dragged the struggling Yan Fu with one hand.

Holding a hammer in one hand.

Step into the world of Demonic Abyss again.

The world is shocked and the heroes are terrified!

The Demon King of the Demon Abyss is dead and wounded.

Seeing the God of Death approaching, everyone was so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split apart.

Tu Shanjun stood still.

Looking at the crooked-neck tree in full bloom, it looks like the world.

Bang!

Cut it open with one hammer.
Chapter completed!