Great Elder, Pei Wanming.

The power is simply unimaginable.

Maybe the Great Elder has approached that realm and left them all behind.

Overall the results are good.

The monks who broke into the Pei family have been suppressed and killed.

They don't have to be so nervous anymore.

…

"Is he...dead?"

Pei Ye, who was in the blessed land, was asking softly.

He didn't know who he should ask.

However, he was still a little disappointed after all.

It was a strange feeling, as if he clearly wanted the clan elder to win, but didn't want that person to lose. However, that person still lost after all.

No one in the same realm can defeat the Great Elder.

Pei Yezheng didn't know whether the candidate who was practicing secretly in the sect could do it.

After all, that person is also the genius of the Pei family, so it is impossible for him to take action against the clan.

"well."

Many monks in the Qingming Blessed Land sighed in unison.

Most of them can't clearly see the fighting skills of the top sages, but it might as well hinder them from sighing for a passing strong man.

"finished?"

"not yet."

"The person who protects the Tao died, but Xu Hongshang is still alive."

"Will she die or go to jail?"

"Who knows? It depends on what the elders want..."

"I think this matter is not Pei Xiran's fault."

"You can't be a parent if you don't want to..."

"Shh."

"It doesn't matter who is right or wrong now."

"Everyone is already dead, what's there to say?"

"It's a pity that we lost a clan elder and saw a proud lord fall."

…

Xu Sanniang, wearing the Zunhun banner, looked into the distance, which was a broken sky.

Under the sky, there is a river of blood condensed.

On the river, stood a skeletal body holding a long-handled hammer that had not yet fallen. The flames around the skeletal body gradually extinguished, leaving only embers.

With both hands, the index fingers are placed together, the ring finger and the little finger are entangled, and the hands are rotated to form the tower seal.

"Raise the flags!"

The green flag flew out from behind.

In an instant, it had landed on the hammer.

The hammer devil grabs the banner face.

Take a sip.

call!

Surrounded by black and red mist, the dead skeleton seemed to have gone back in time. Countless ashes attached to the body, connecting flesh and bones, connecting meridians and blood vessels. The dead bones gradually came to life, with the appearance of fangs, chins, and noses.

, and Chongming with a pair of black and red blood pupils.

Tushanjun stretched his body.

Breathing out thousands of undead spirits, he suddenly threw the soul-revering flag in his hand into the sky.

Zhangliu's body returned to more than seven feet tall, and his aura of coercion was rapidly fading. However, he cast the spell again without any intention.

Tu Shanjun chuckled.

Nian Jue said: "The killing formation of the ghost kings of the ten directions."

"Array up!"

A large suit is draped around the body, and ten small flags emerge from behind.

Millions of ghost soldiers are crowding around, and thousands of rampant generals are accompanying them.

The sky seemed to be suddenly divided into jade towers and clouds, and among the clouds, like the yin gods of heavenly soldiers and generals, twisting spells, or holding weapons, they controlled the entire formation like an iron chain, solemn and solemn.

There was a murderous atmosphere in the formation, guarding the king holding orders.

Tushanjun, who had returned to the middle stage of spiritual transformation, opened his mouth and spat out a blood jade gourd.

The gourd roared and turned into a tall man, who was hung on his back.

"Three thousand pieces of gold medal, behead me to ascend to the immortal coffin."

"Ascend to heaven's will through enlightenment, cultivate the Tao and the demonic body!"

"Tao and demon are one."

"Shengxian!"

"start."

Mana flowed through unimaginable complex meridians, white light intertwined with black and red evil spirits, and was formed into a sword light, which was put into the huge blood jade gourd behind him.

Tu Shanjun took a deep breath, and steam formed by the interweaving of silvery white and black and red swirled at the corners of his mouth where the fangs came out.

Take one step forward.

All ghosts are watching.

He said quietly: "I never thought that one day, I would completely expose all my combat power!"

"Even the origin of my sect."

As he spoke, he looked with far-reaching eyes at the great elder who was enveloped by the formation, as well as the elders of the Pei clan who were still around.

Tu Shanjun always thought that he could always win by relying on the magical power of Yuan Shengming Demon.

Obviously, as a man who got magical powers by chance, even if he could use those magic powers and study them thoroughly enough to be able to evolve them, he would still not be considered the descendant of the Yuan Shengming Demon.

And he is not Yehu Zen.

"Taiyi Shengxian Sect."

late.
Chapter completed!