The great devil in the world is nothing more than this.

His body is in flames and his mind is burning.

I want to ask who came through the fog.

Zun Sheng is also known as the Soul-Eating Demon.

Gusu Cuiguang jumped out of the blood-eye Dharma's tens of thousands of palm prints and did not attack or kill him again. His eyes were completely attracted by the approaching monk, and his expression was full of solemnity.

He said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, you must be Lord Soul Tushanjun, the soul master of the Zunhun Banner."

"I know you."

"I heard that you stirred up troubles in the Eastern Wilderness, and even Dao Lord took action."

"It's better to be famous than to meet, but to meet is worse than to be famous!"

Gusu Cuiguang looked at the figure walking out of the sea of ​​evil clouds.

The eye of Dharma is like a torch, which turns into two rays of divine light.

The divine light conceals the blade.

It seemed that he wanted to break open the red figure and see clearly his true strength.

He could clearly feel that the main soul only had the spiritual aura of the False Refining Realm.

When she saw the pitch-black iron rod held in the pale ghost's hand, Gusu Cuiguang put away her contempt and spoke with an equal attitude.

"My Taoist friends have great ambitions, so why should they help others to do evil?"

"Luo Tianfeng is narrow-minded and will definitely limit the strength of fellow Taoists at all times, but I will not. As long as fellow Taoists stand by and watch, the souls of these two people will belong to fellow Taoists."

Tu Shanjun, holding the Sky Strike, shook his head slightly.

"The profit is too small?"

"I think you don't like it."

Gusu Cuiguang was stunned for a moment. He thought he had heard wrongly or was hallucinating.

He is a top sage, there is no way he could have heard wrong.

Others don't know his strength, but he knows his own very clearly. He didn't defeat Lu Jingsha just now because he wanted to hide his strength.

That means he doesn't have any magic weapons, otherwise he might be able to defeat the former leader Luo Tianfeng.

Even the powerful Dharma King Luo Manping, a monk who ranks at the forefront of the ten Dharma Kings, can't go two steps in his hands.

But a weapon spirit said, "You don't like it".

This made him feel a little dazed.

When can weapons have their own preferences?

Gusu Cuiguang's face suddenly turned cold.

He said calmly: "It just so happens that I don't like a weapon to have its own opinions. Since you want to die, when I get the Soul Flag, I will refine your consciousness and use it completely for me!"

Tushanjun showed no anger at all.

He had already seen clearly who Gusu Cuiguang was, so how could he become angry because of what the other party said.

It would be better to say that such words would not poke his lungs at all, but would make him want to kill Gusu Cuiguang here to obtain the soul of the Great Sage.

After the murderous intention was revealed, the demon king of hell opened his bloody mouth and said coldly: "When I crush your body and pull out your soul and put it into the flag, you should understand that the life of the weapon spirit is also life."

"die!"

Gusu Cuiguang's body suddenly disappeared.

The golden-winged knife in his hand was close to his palm, as if what he was wielding was not the knife at all but his own hand.

The sword light turned into a ten-thousand-foot heavenly sword, which could kill the devil in the underworld.

It was as if the ancient holy king's tyrannical blow seemed to break the whole world into two halves.

The endless murderous intent targets only one person.

It is the main soul of the divine weapon wielding the divine weapon and the weapon spirit wielding the iron front.

Tushanjun could feel the awe-inspiring sword energy tearing through his skin.

That was the coercion unique to the Great Sage Huanzhen, and it was also the omen of death coming from the golden sword.

It seemed that the next moment his head was chopped off with a golden knife.

If he were bare-handed, Tu Shanjun would definitely not be a match for Gusu Cuiguang.

However, he holds the divine weapon Heavenly Strike in his hand.

The power of the divine weapon means that he does not need to use secret magic to descend, and he can also use the false refining realm to attack the true saint. Especially Gusu Cuiguang only has a peerless holy weapon and no divine weapon at his side.

"bring it on!"

If we talk about other weapons, they may be very unfamiliar to Tushanjun.

But this is a mace, similar to the long-handled hammer of the Soul Banner.

Instantly integrate the contained fist intention into the sky strike.

When the stick is smashed out, the sky and the earth are darkened.

In the hands of the Supreme Sage, the mighty divine strike is like an iron curtain that destroys the heaven and the earth.

Not to mention Luo Manping, even Luo Tianfeng, who was sitting cross-legged to stabilize his injury, looked surprised.

He originally just hoped that Tu Shanjun could hold back Gusu Cuiguang.

Once his Xuan Gong luck has brought his injuries under control, he can make a comeback to suppress the rebels in the ancient forest, and lend it to Tushan Jun to strike from the sky, fearing that the main soul will not be able to exert the power of the divine weapon.

Good guy.

He said he was practicing boxing, but secretly he had already integrated boxing techniques into stick techniques.

"kill!"

The blade was like a chasm cutting across the sky, severing the sky in two, and the terrifying energy swept through and turned everything around it into powder.

Even the mountains, lakes and seas were uprooted and swept deep into the space. The divine weapon's sky strike remained motionless, and the sky pillar collapsed as if it was about to crush the monk who used this terrifying divine sword to death.

Boom.

puff!

Demonic blood spilled.

Dark gold blood melts into the earth like rain.

Tu Shanjun's frosty face took on the appearance of a green-faced, fanged evil ghost, and his rotating black and red eyes stared at Gusu Cuiguang who appeared in front of him with a knife.

Gusu Cuiguang's knife penetrated Tushanjun's chest.

Cut open the Gangqi, tear it apart and fly away.

It seemed like he almost dug out all the internal organs of Tushanjun.

Tu Shan was not surprised by this.

Gusu Cuiguang, who was supposed to have half of his body crushed by the sky strike, was unscathed, but his arm seemed to have received a full blow from himself.

Not only was the entire arm shattered, but the shoulder blade was also crumbling.

Use Ding Xuan Gong to calm your mind, and evil spirits will return to you like steam.

Tushanjun opened his mouth and spit out blood.

The blood suddenly turned into phantoms, and even the Gusu Cuiguang took action, each using magical magic, the gorgeous secret method turned into a bright light, completely submerging the Gusu Cuiguang.

call.

The fangs are opened, and the fire of evil karma is pouring out.

The underworld and ghosts spread out brilliantly.

Tu Shanjun not only uses his fists to perform divine weapons and heavenly strikes, but also blends Taoism into the battle. It can be said that he has used his Taoism to the extreme, like a madman who fights endlessly.

The wildly dancing scarlet hair is like clouds hanging in the sky after bathing in the devil's blood.

"it's useless."

"Thousands of Taoist techniques, all kinds of Taoist methods, under my Taoist body, will all become means of attacking yourself. This is the Taoist method of my Gusu Cuiguang."

Gusu Cuiguang is like a confident god, receiving the profound sea of ​​Taoism and endless divine power from the Great Sage of Souls, yet he remains unscathed.

laugh.

Tsk tsk tsk!

The purple-black steam flows back brilliantly, repairing Tushanjun's body.

His eyes were firm and unwavering, not at all shaken by Gusu Cuiguang's words. He chuckled and said, "The stars have changed? Are you going to transfer all the attacks you receive to the one who uses your magical power?"

"Good name."
To be continued...