The evil master who should have entered the water was shocked.

"You can't leave!"

"Twenty-four fixed-air piles have completely solidified the void!"

“…”

puff!

The imperial weapon pagoda suddenly suppressed the evil spirit, and even with the Yin-Yang seal protecting him, he was still bleeding.

Immediately afterwards, the great masters of Sanwu Poly rushed forward.

The emperor's body was suddenly torn apart.

The evil Zun's eyebrows flashed with light, and the injuries on his body recovered as if he had gone back in time.

King Qin Guang was concerned about the incense and persuaded him: "Take the person out and avoid disaster!"

An ancient emperor from the ten clans sneered: "Shut the road? The descendants of the blood sea have retired but you come out to serve as the big head."

"I see how many times he can travel."

The Sanxian from the Guxian Tower said, "He can't survive!"

The Master of Fierce Margin said anxiously: "Dun Yi, we will be you if we die!"

...

The Wheel King Dunyi looked at the battlefield in the void and said calmly: "I just use them."

The dragon man Juxian was still regulating his breath. When he heard Dun Yi say something, he opened his eyes and grinned, "That's great. You will die later, otherwise the result of the battle will not be enough."

The Evil Master had already traced back three times, and his blood was about to flow dry. He shouted and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

He sneered and then looked at Tushanjun.

Tushanjun stood not far away, and the veins on his forehead burst out, and his anger was like a sea of ​​tides and bombarded his heart. He wished he could recite the spell and die. The only remaining reason made him not do this, and the fangs he spit out were ferocious.

The blue-white skin trembled slightly, and the purple-black nails pierced blood, but they still didn't realize it.

Li Xiao, who was as hoarse as a ghost in hell, said: "You are a smart person."

Dun Yi smiled and asked, "Three thousand nine hundred years... have enough rest!"

"Why?"

Dun Yi shook his head and said, "No one is instructing me, it's my own strategy."

"You want to retire and leave disputes, and enjoy family happiness. Not only will I not agree, they will not agree, and all the strong will not agree!"

"No matter if you are a great power of Taoist lord, an ancient emperor's great power, or a heavenly lord, you will not be able to turn back when you embark on the path of immortality."

"Our monks have only one goal."

"Become an immortal!"

An unimaginable heat burst out from his eyes.

He knew that Tushanjun must also want to become an immortal, but he also understood that Tushanjun wanted to resurrect the man in the banner. He would not have been unable to take action when Wu Rong died.

If a monk shakes his mind, he will have a demonic disaster.

Dunyi is willing to be the one who becomes a demon.

Dun Yi looked up at Tushanjun and said, "He is in the world, and he has no choice but to do so!"

Then he said with a longing: "You are the most potential person I have ever seen. If you even give up, I don't know how to persevere."

Anger made the phantom's ghost face hideous and terrifying.

Dun Yi pointed to the battlefield and said, "You can save her, save them!"

"save?"

Tian Wu laughed.

He no longer cared whether the spiritual consciousness saw them taking action. Anyway, as long as he seized the underworld, even if Tu Shanjun really came back, he would be a dog of a broken family.

The great masters thought they were sure to win, and they were all excited and breaking through the core of the underworld was right in front of them.

...

Dunyi ignored their ridicule.

Said.

He slowly took something out of his sleeve.

A broken and cracked Ancestral Emperor's soldier.

Blue and black flags.

Black gold main pole.

Skeleton evil ghosts entrenched.

Each of the three heads and six arms holds three auxiliary banners.

Although the ancestor emperor's weapons were full of cracks, there was no incomplete one.

It seems that the patterns on the avenues are just traces left by time.

There is no pressure, and there is no magical light.

This ancestor emperor weapon is like the most crude imitation, not even a trace of breath, but this is a real soul-saving banner!
Chapter completed!