Dry and prosperous.

At this moment it acts on Tushanjun's body.

The scarlet hair on his head turned gray, his ferocious face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, and the palm holding the soul flag withered into bark.

Chi Xuan roared in an attempt to stop Tu Shanjun: "Master!"

"I have no power?"

Tu Shanjun heard Chi Xuan's cry. Although there were no words, he understood clearly. At this time, he could not look back, let alone look back.

He groaned: "Stop fucking talking to yourself, I've got this body today!"

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

"King of Ghosts."

"living!"

Plop.

Countless black auras poured into this gray and defeated body.

His pale hair was stained with scarlet, his decayed face became plump again, and his rickety body stood straight up to six feet tall, standing tall against the sky.

Tushanjun's aura increased layer upon layer, and even Dongtian's rejection had reached its peak.

He had not used such techniques for a long time when the Ghost King was still alive. Nine golden elixir Yin gods, more than two hundred foundation-building Yin gods, and thousands of Qi exercises pushed his strength to an incredible level.

The terrifying pressure and aura even caused Mr. Jing, who was fighting with the God of Incense and Fire, to turn his eyes over. His eyes were filled with shock and daze. This was the first time he had seen Tushan Jun truly angry.

Along with it comes this miraculous power.

Tushanjun swallowed big mouthfuls of air.

The evil spirit that had been sucked into the lungs turned into steam and flowed through the gaps in his fangs.

The formation on his fingernails collapsed because he could not withstand such force, and even his ghost hands began to tremble. His hands, dripping with black and red blood, clenched the Soul Flag in his hands.
Chapter completed!