He saw the rushing of the blood river, and the sound of the waves echoed in his ears. The sound gradually became louder, and he vaguely seemed to hear the powerful torrent.

Flow, turn, and be close at hand.

Tu Shanjun suddenly opened his eyes: "Lend me your life!"

Boom.

The Sanzhang shrine appeared again against the blood river, and the black silk thread quickly captured the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan that had melted into the blood river.

"impossible."

The soldier was shocked. He had already used the most powerful technique in the legal domain. Why was he still found by the ghost cultivator?

But then, he felt the pull of the shrine's silk thread, which seemed not as strong as it was at first.

"The magic power is gone?!"

The soldier's eyes brightened with surprise, and he laughed loudly: "It has finally come to this point."

Tu Shanjun obviously felt it and sent a message to Ding Xie: "Give me 50% of your mana."

"Fifty percent!"

This time Ding Xie didn't ask Tushanjun if he was sure. He believed in Tushanjun, and he could only trust Tushanjun.

The last golden elixir-level Yinhun elixir entered his belly.

Tu Shanjun quickly mobilized his magic power.

"Borrow me."

boom.

Countless black silk threads stretched out to tie up the golden elixir monks of the Rakshasa Void Clan. The threads were straightened, dragging the Yin Shen of the Rakshasa Void Clan's golden elixir monks.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, but even so, the two sides just returned to a stalemate.

When the opponent is exhausted, he will definitely win.

"Okay, okay!"

The black-robed ghost cultivator is proud enough to be able to force him into this situation.

Tu Shanjun looked at the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan and took a deep breath.

The golden elixir monk has been seriously injured, and his mana power is less than 30%. All the spells have been used, and the opponent has no trump card.

The remaining trace of concern has disappeared, and finally the last resort can be used.

The right hand summons the soul-guiding flag.

Let’s play again!

"In another two-quarters of an hour, Wanfa Sect's support will arrive, but can you hold on for two-quarters of an hour?" the soldier laughed heartily.

At this point, both of them were at the end of their rope.

However, within a few dozen breaths at most, he could exhaust Tu Shanjun's mana.

Even if the Wanfa Sect's support arrives in the end, they can retreat calmly even if they are unable to defeat them.

How about genius?

So what if your understanding is extremely high?

So what if you realize such a strange and powerful magic domain? You will die anyway!

Ding Xie felt the same way.

However, they have tried their best.

"Two quarters of an hour."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh, and he already realized that thing when he opened the legal domain.

"Since you want to know how those two quarters of an hour were spent, open your eyes and take a good look."

"My move is called 'Mayfly for two quarters of an hour'."

Life and death, two moments of ephemera.

The soul-inducing flag waved.

Time seems to slow down around me.

Tushanjun's figure became dull in the eyes of the soldiers.

The surrounding wind sounds disappeared, and the blood evil subsided.

Everything is so quiet, peaceful, and so peaceful that it makes you sleepy.

Tushanjun danced and waved the soul-inducing flag when he started to perform.

"How could it be!"

The soldier suddenly came back to his senses and found that his Yin Shen had appeared in the shrine.

"Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner!"

As the voice fell, the soldier's eyes suddenly darkened.

The surrounding legal realm disappears.
Chapter completed!