The ancient emperor hurriedly spoke: "Please ask the Emperor for the sake of the ancestor of Xuanmen..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, the mace had shattered his head, and the emperor's blood was spilled, and his muscles and bones were limp.

The ghost hand sealed his soul like a net of heaven and earth.

Tu Shanjun kicked the imperial soldier away and said lightly: "You just happen to be missing a good ancestral soldier, so make do with it."

Yu Shen was overjoyed, not thinking that this was the ancient emperor soldier who had cut his head, and bowed happily: "Thank you, ancestor!"

"No hurry, wait until I peel them off and refine your armor for you."

Tu Shanjun's red eyes were full of fierceness and unconcealed malice.

Control the formation with one hand.

Directly pull the space up again to make it escape into the void.

Holding a mace in the right hand.

With a force, the soul banner that was as strong as a hammer was as strong as a flying star, like Mount Tai falling from the nine heavens, heading straight to the ancient emperor of Hehuan Sect.

The ancient emperor of Shengxi had no choice but to avoid it. The mixed iron rod in his hand surged in the storm, and the magical spirit swelled like fog. The nail hammer and the iron rod blasted against each other in the void universe, just like two worlds colliding.

The aftermath of the Milky Way shattered the vast stars, and the originally bright universe also showed a deep dark vacuum.

puff!

The ancient emperor Shengxi was shocked and touched the gushing of the emperor's blood, but he couldn't handle a move.

He shouted: "Palm Heaven... Master!"

His eyes were filled with horror and fear.

The Ghost Emperor who appeared in front of him was clearly the real leader of the Palm Heaven Sect.

There are so many cultivators in the world, and the leader of the Palm Heaven Sect is only a number of hands. He is the top cultivator in this world. His ordinary supernatural powers are not the enemy of one combination. Even if the five of them join forces, they will only die slowly. In that one

Under the intimidation of the ancestor emperor's weapons, death means death.

"No more..."

Before the words were finished, the mace had already tear open the void.

Bang!

The emperor's blood dissipated into starlight.

The ancient emperor of Shengxi suddenly blew the treasure air, forming a huge spherical shape, and just now split the blocked space in front of him. Without any shattered treasure bag in his hand, the imperial body disappeared.

Tushanjun's spiritual sense did not capture the ancient emperor Shengxi, but did not continue to search.

These ancient magical powers always have some ways to save lives.

"I'll chase!" The evil monk volunteered.

Tu Shanjun waved his hand slightly and said lightly: "It's okay, let him go, the monk can't run away from the temple."

The implication is: If he doesn’t run away, how can I break through the mountain gate of Hehuan Sect?

When doing things, one must be a master with a reputation.

Bang!

Stepping on the immortal aura with one foot.

The fleeing immortal was trampled on his head.

Tu Shanjun bent down and put his ghost hand on his knees.

He leaned over and asked with a grin:

"Although I have a gap with the Guxianlou, both sides still maintain a tacit understanding. They are not as serious as Hehuan Sect. Why do fellow Taoist, the scattered immortal, also interfere in the housework in my underworld?"
Chapter completed!