The gray hair on his head turned into a flying waterfall, as if dyed red by blood, and spread over the shoulders of the tall evil ghost.

His already tall body suddenly increased to one foot six.

Wearing a large uniform.

Ten small flags stood behind him like thousands of troops.

The deep eyes were dyed black and red, turning into two distinct eyes.

Tu Shanjun opened his arms and breathed out the evil energy of heaven and earth wantonly, enjoying the moment of tranquility after being freed from his restraints.

He likes this feeling of living in the sun

Otherwise, I always think they are rats living in dark ditches.

With the beginning of the ghost king's life, the aura also reached the late stage of divine transformation.

"This is?!"

"Okay, okay, I knew he had an extraordinary origin." Miao Ran shouted.

He couldn't recognize Tu Shanjun's true appearance

But this appearance at this moment is more in line with his understanding of Tianjiao.

In his eyes, how could the person who could beat him in terms of punching power be a dying old man?

"who is he?"

"Not sure."

"But we should be able to find information about him in Guxian Tower."

"he……"

Not to mention Miao Ran, who was watching the show, Master Chu who was also in the middle of a fierce battle, and Marquis Lu Xin and Yin Zhaoluo, who were also facing opponents, were also attracted by such changes.

But none of them have any information about Tushanjun in their minds.

I just feel like this person finally showed his true strength.

"It's you!"

Everyone present had different expressions, but one person was extremely excited and shocked.

It is Feilaijun who unfolds the magic of the crane.

"You know him?"

Miao Ran cast an inquiring gaze.

"who is he?"

Fei Laijun was surprised by everyone's doubts. At this time, he did not expect that he would encounter such great luck here.

According to legend, a war broke out in Wanwu City decades ago. The battle alarmed many people. The city lord of Wanwu City personally suppressed it and finally subdued the geniuses.

At that time, no one knew what they were fighting for until a piece of news spread later.

It is a spiritual treasure.

It is said that the weapon spirit treasure is a soul flag. The weapon spirit not only possesses far beyond ordinary intelligence, but also has the ability to fight across levels.

The treasure is called Zunhun Banner.

The weapon spirit is Tushanjun!

Also known as the Soul-Eating Demon Lord.

Seeing that everyone had no idea, Fei Laijun was so happy that even his body couldn't stop trembling.

If he could get this opportunity, there would be no need to help Lu Xinhou, let alone the so-called support of the younger generation. The opportunities of the younger generation are not as important as his own.

"careful!"

Zhao Wudao looked solemn and quickly spoke to remind him.

"Pfft."

A blue-grey arm tore open the body-protecting gas and penetrated Fei Laijun's chest.

Even though Zhao Wudao had used a holy object to slash Tu Shanjun on the shoulder, he was still unmoved.

Tu Shanjun still couldn't tell. Among the monks, only Fei Laijun looked at him with the most excited and surprised expression.

It was obvious that he had discovered his origins, so it was even more impossible to keep him alive.

"ah!"

Stab.

Zhao Wudao tore Tushanjun's flesh and blood open with one blow, and the iron armor on his back and chest cracked open, revealing the bone-deep wound. However, just when Zhao Wudao wanted to kill Tushanjun in one go, those black men

The red blood turned into blood shadows and emerged from the wound.

The blood shadow turned into two similar figures and jointly attacked Zhao Wudao.

"he……"

Fei Laijun looked at his chest in horror.

"Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner!"

"He is..." Feilaijun was stunned and opened his mouth to reveal Tushanjun's identity. He really didn't expect that the legendary weapon spirit was so powerful that even his armor was pierced.

As a genius in the middle stage of becoming a god, he didn't even receive a single blow.

However, Tushanjun would not give him a chance to speak.

Hit it with one punch.

"Bang!"

The big head exploded like a watermelon.

Fei Laijun's Yin Shen was held in the hands of the tall ghost cultivator who was 1.6 feet tall. He pulled up his sleeves and robe, but there was no breath left.

Tu Shanjun only felt that his shackles disappeared and his inspiration suddenly increased.

A few moments.

Even if the ghost king is removed from the world, his spiritual aura will not fade away.

The big red-haired ghost murmured: "The late stage of becoming a god."

"My last piece of the puzzle should be complete!"
Chapter completed!