He knew that even if he took this punch, he would not necessarily die.

But he wouldn't resist this punch.

He was indeed at the end of his strength, but compared with Tu Shanjun who was in a desperate situation, he could still retreat. As long as he dodged this punch, he could still kill Tu Shanjun here even if he could no longer use his true intention due to his body.

Contrary to what he expected, the force of this punch was actually light and airy.

The Heavenly Ghost King was somewhat doubtful about the power of this punch.

He even felt that Tu Shanjun had no strength to fight anymore.

Unexpectedly, the other party's ghost hand fell on his very short ghost horns, grasped it fiercely, and embedded it into his flesh. What followed was not a strong wind at all.

It wasn't a fist, but a square shape that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

"That is?"

"Bang!"

The seal of Daheishanhe County fell hard on the head of the Heavenly Ghost King.

The red and white colors flowed out all at once, as if a dyeing workshop had been opened.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the ghost horns were broken.

Brain bursting and sputtering.

Most of the head was gone.

"Fake!"

This is the last consciousness of the Heavenly Ghost King, a horrifying consciousness.

It wasn't that he thought his death was fake, but that the powerful punch turned out to be a fake move.

It’s a time like this, when you try your best, it’s just a fake move.

Just to fix his figure.

Crazy gambler.

A crazier gambler than him!

"If you have a magic weapon, I won't use it. I'll fight you with my fists. Do you think I'm stupid?" Tu Shanjun lowered his arms, and he was still holding part of the head of the Heavenly Ghost King tightly.

This blow also deformed his palm.

However, it's all worth it.

Tushanjun couldn't help but lower his head, looking at his body that was riddled with holes. Half of his body was just a skeleton, and his crazy long scarlet hair was all dull and pale.

The mana is dried up, the vitality is exhausted, and the Yinshen is burned.

These three are combined into one, and it is difficult for gods to save them.

Tushanjun's hanging arms slowly lifted up.

Use the remaining mana to summon the Soul Flag, and then use all the strength of the whole body and the last remaining power of the Yin God to throw the Soul Flag.

He has not absorbed the power of the Heavenly Ghost King and the Yin God. Even if he had, with the strength of the Heavenly Ghost King, the Yin God would be able to escape far faster than he could take action.

The Zunhun Banner disappeared into the sky.

Tushanjun's monster body fell from the sky.

…

A quarter of an hour later.

A brilliant figure appeared in the sky above Dahei Mountain.

The man was tall and tall, with white beard and hair. He wore a golden hair crown and a nine-yang flame divine robe. His chest rose and fell, and his spiritual consciousness and energy covered the entire Dahei Mountain.

Divine consciousness sweeps.

Plowing back and forth as if unwilling to give up, in the end I could only hear the figure in the sky sighing: "I'm late, are you late?"

He came as soon as possible.

Naihe met two monks with true meaning in the late stage of Jindan on the road.

If he is in the ordinary late stage of the Golden Elixir, killing him is like killing a dog or a chicken.

But, having true meaning is different.

Having true meaning represents a higher level, which has a huge impact on combat power.
Chapter completed!