When the Chaos Dharma Image appeared, the expression of the Pixiu transformed by Di Feng changed. He looked at the Chaos Dharma Image in a daze, his eyes glaring out.
"Yang Shen, you have actually become Yang Shen. How is it possible? You are obviously just in the Taoist realm."
Di Feng's originally arrogant state of mind was a little broken, and he thought he wanted to deal with it. However, a demon in the Taoist realm only found out that there was a yang god in his shell. "Who said that the Purple Mansion can be used to become the Yang God?" Su Jie sneered twice, and no longer had the chance to give Di Feng nonsense.
The Chaos Dharma Phase carrying two wings turned one eye and locked Di Feng, with one eye blinking slightly.
Boom!
Endless white glow filled the field of vision, and the wisps of light seemed to purify the turbid world. In a vague way, you could also hear the holy sound of the great way, making people feel the urge to bow down and surrender.
The attack released by this chaotic Dharma phase penetrated through the glorious and holy white light column, and all obstacles along the way were crushed into powder.
"Empty the sky!"
Di Feng's face changed in surprise. The five-meter-sized Pixiu seemed to be drained instantly, leaving only a dry skin.
Pixiu is a legendary divine beast that only enters and cannot be exited. Di Feng practiced to the Zifu Realm hundreds of years ago and found the afterimage of the chaotic creatures of the Great Dao in the Great Dao River, using it as a mark Refine your own Yang Shen Dharma image.
Hundreds of years of practice have enabled him to use the Pixiu Dharma image to reach an extremely profound state, and he has developed various magical uses.
At the beginning, he was able to die almost with the ancestor of the Huoyun Palace and survive until now, because of the characteristics of the Pixiu Dharma image, he locked the last trace of the spirit of the Yang God in the Pixiu, and from the outside world Swallow all kinds of spiritual materials at all times, so that you can survive until now.
Now facing the fierce chaos magic image, Di Feng wanted to try his best to stop it and see if he could find a way to break the deadlock.
The holy white light column penetrates down, the Pixiu skin opens its mouth, and the white light column arrives here, immediately turns into curling blue smoke and dissipates in the air.
But in less than three seconds, the white light column broke the rules of Pixiu, and its power exceeded the limit that Pixiu can accommodate.
Any rule depends on the strength of both parties. Only when the strength is similar is useful. There is no strong abiding by the rules of the weak.
Di Feng's Pixiu method is too fragile, and Su Jie's chaotic method is too powerful.
Not good!
Di Feng was not in a good mood and quickly dodged, but he was still one step slower.
This white light column rubbed past the Pixiu Dharma image. The terrifying power directly evaporated one-fifth of the Pixiu Dharma image, causing Di Feng to scream.
Because the Dharma image is transformed by the Yang God, and the Yang God is the human soul, the injury to the Dharma image is tantamount to tearing and cutting the soul, which is the most terrifying injury.
The white light column was cast and flew past the Pixiu, piercing through the soil layer and rocks. A narrow and long rift valley was cast out of the island in the middle of the lake, and the sea of fireflies was divided into two by the white light column, revealing a hundred meters. Deep in the lake silt.
The entire battlefield was silent for a moment. Both the righteous and the demon turned their heads in surprise and saw white light flashing by, and then the sea of fireflies was separated by a straight line.
This power has surpassed the power of the elders of the Taotai realm, making people's scalp numb.
More people looked towards the island in the middle of the lake. In the old nest of Guanchao Pavilion, a one-eyed chaotic creature like a mountain floated.
The disciples of Guiling Palace saw this scene and their morale surged, because the head of the one-eyed chaotic creature was standing here, which means self-evident. "I can't even hold on to a move, and I dare to call the powerful force in the Zifu Realm." Su Jie's voice floated down from the sky, and he looked at Di Feng, and he was already looking at him. It's like a dead person.
Although Su Jie has a different technique of controlling single-wheeled Dharma phase than Di Feng, Su Jie's Chaos Dharma phase takes the path of breaking all methods with one force.
Pure force crushes you, no matter how exquisite moves you make, you will be confused.
For example, now, Pixiu is five feet tall, and Su Jie's chaotic Dharma image is 100 meters away, and the difference can be distinguished by the size alone.
"If it weren't for my Yang God's recovery."
Di Feng's face looked very ugly. He tried his best to activate the Pixiu, but the eighteen golden elixirs in the Pixiu Dharma Image were all covered with cracks. The power he called was extremely limited, and even Quan Sheng could not compete with Su Jie, let alone his current half-dead state.
"The weak, just accept death, what excuses are you looking for."
Su Jie bounced his fingers. The Pixiu Dharma Image that originally appeared in front of him was about to display his magical powers, but he was flapped out with his wings and his whole body was filled with all his body. A lot of blood mist exploded again.
"Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella."
Di Feng groaned and waved his hand. The Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella in Dong Yu's hand flew into his hand. This medium-grade spiritual treasure was originally him. The magic weapon now returns to the original owner.
Holding the blue wave anger umbrella, the Yang God called on the power of heaven and earth, the boundless black water anger tide expanded rapidly, and connected with the outside firefly sea, forming a huge wave with a wave of hundreds of meters high to cover the sky The sun was blocked and attacked Su Jie's Chaos Dharma Image.
As we approached, every huge wave turned into a hideous dragon head, and hundreds of dragon heads opened their huge mouths and bit them down in all directions of the Chaos Dharma.
In Di Feng's hands, the mid-grade spiritual treasure of Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella is even more powerful, far more powerful than that of Dong Yu.
"Struggle to death."
Su Jie completely ignored the huge waves and just stomped his feet gently.
Huh! The Chaos Dharma Image blinked again, and the white glow directly evaporated the huge waves in front of it.
At the same time, the 72 golden elixirs in the body of the Chaos Dharma Phrase are shining brightly. As the weaponization of the Yang God, the Dharma Phrase will naturally not be broken in just a few seconds, otherwise it would not become the signature ability of the Zifu Realm.
Su Jie's chaotic magic phase directly resisted the attack of the spiritual treasure. The giant wave dragon heads fell on the chaotic magic phase, most of which were swallowed by the vortex, returning to disordered chaos, making it difficult to truly threaten the Dharma phase.
Immediately afterwards, under Su Jie's control, the Chaos Dharma Image blinked again and again, and bombarded the Pixiu Dharma Image, with the main focus on violence.
A series of white light columns were like the light of destruction, raging on the island in the middle of the lake, piercing through huge canyons.
This is also the biggest change in the realm of Yang Shen. In the past, I did not practice Yang Shen, and the Dharma image could only be used as Su Jie's trump card. Even if I tried my best, I could only use it once or twice, and I would be injured.
But once the Yang God is complete, the Dharma image can be called freely and freely, which is equivalent to turning the ultimate move into a flat A. As long as your Yang God can withstand it, you can fight until the end of the world and your combat power will double.
Faced with the wanton attack of the Chaos Dharma Image, the Bibo Angry Tide Umbrella could not block the Chaos Dharma Image. Di Feng's Pixiu Dharma Image could not be intercepted, so he could only keep dodging. There were huge gaps on the Pixiu Dharma Image. , the volume is less than one fifth of the original size. "It's too weak, I can't enjoy it at all."
The Chaos Phra flapped its wings, and a huge shadow covered the earth below, and the vortex-shaped purple one-eyed eye locked Di Feng.
Su Jie stood in front of Di Feng, punched the Bibo Angry Umbrella, and smashed it on it with a ninth-grade holy lotus in his hand, smashing it out from above Di Feng's head. "Sea of Blood!"
The next moment, Su Jie turned into a sea of blood, trapping Di Feng's dodge.
Before Di Feng escaped, an extinct divine light descended from the sky, and the attack of the Chaos Dharma Phase arrived simultaneously.
"Ahhhh!"
Di Feng let out a painful roar, his heart and eyes full of despair. As soon as he recovered, he encountered a pervert who had cultivated the Yang God in the Taoist realm, and was full of life. Before he could exert his ability, he would die here directly.
Unwillingness, resentment, despair...
In Di Feng's desperate eyes, the body of Pixiu Dharma Image was shattered in an instant, turned into powder by a white light column, and dissipated again in the world.
Di Feng, who burns his soul and will, lives in the body of Pixiu, also goes to his final death with the Pixiu Dharma.
"Calend!"
But at the last moment, Su Jie became loving talent, and suddenly grabbed Di Feng's broken Yang Shen with a big hand.
"Fellow Daoist Su, I am willing to surrender to you, serve you for a lifetime, and teach what I have learned, including the infinite magical use of Dharma and appearance..."
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Di Feng thought Su Jie wanted to save his life and let him serve him in the future, which made Di Feng see the dawn of survival. The older he was, the more afraid of death. If he could see it, he would not have been able to see it. Hiding in the underground palace where the sun is gone, I have been surviving until now.
"You will have a chance when you are alive."
Di Feng even felt nervous in his heart. As long as he was given a chance, he would definitely return what Su Jie did a hundred times and repay him today shame.
"Haha, okay, my Human Emperor Banner needs talents like you to work hard."
Su Jie laughed and was very satisfied with Di Feng's answer.
Di Feng's expression was frozen. Seeing Su Jie throwing him to the side with the sword mountain underneath, gushing the sea of fire, and the Ten Thousand Soul Banners with black smoke from Kuku, his facial features were twisted in anger.
This is not a human emperor banner, it is clearly the most treasure of the devil.
"Su Jie, you, the devil, must die a bad death..."
Amid the echo of Di Feng's scream, the Ten Thousand Soul Banners took over his Yang God and refined it.
In an instant, it was like taking the Ten-Full Big Replenishment Pills. The Ten Thousand Soul Banners surged in the storm, the sword mountain became denser, and the sea of fire became more and more turbulent. The righteous disciples cried and shouted to their parents. The army was defeated, and most of the entire battlefield was shrouded in the Ten Thousand Soul Banners. Wherever they passed, countless righteous lives were easily deprived of them and turned into nutrients for the Ten Thousand Soul Banners.
Satisfied with sending Di Feng to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to work, Su Jie looked at Dong Yu on the ground. "Master is defeated."
Dong Yu still finds it difficult to accept this reality. His master in the Purple Mansion Realm actually lost to Su Jie, the devil in the Taoist realm, and he didn't even have any more time to accept this reality. What trouble can it cause to Su Jie? He was beaten and beaten throughout the whole process, without any strength to fight back, and fell into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in less than ten minutes. This has not been the case with Su Jie for a long time.
Now that Master is defeated, Guanchao Pavilion has no hope of turning the tables. For a moment, Dong Yu felt ashamed and sat down on the ground, neither running away nor begging for mercy, just staring straight at the tragic scene. On the battlefield, seeing countless disciples of Guanchao Pavilion die in a miserable situation, two lines of tears flowed out of their faces. "The family must be reunited." Su Jie pointed like a sword, and the sword energy slashed by Dong Yu's head, and Su Jie steadily caught it.
On the ground, Dong Yu's headless body kept kneeling, and in front of him were the broken statues of the ancestors of Guanchao Pavilion. Even if he went down to the underworld, he had no face to face the ancestors of Guanchao Pavilion.
Su Jie would not be sad for the enemy. The sect war would be to the death. If Guiling Palace was captured by Guanchao Pavilion, Dong Yu would not shed a single tear.
Carrying Dong Yu's head, Su Jie flew to the center of the battlefield and made a deafening voice: "Everyone, the leader of the Guanchao Pavilion has been killed. This battle is a great victory. I will kill all these right paths with me."
Su Jie's voice spread throughout the battlefield, and the disciples of Guiling Palace were ecstatic. The sect leader finally killed Dong Yu, the strongest man in the right path, and the victory and loss of this battle have been decided.
On the contrary, the morale of the Zhengdao side fell sharply, the disciples of Guanchao Pavilion looked collapsed, and the reinforcements of other Zhengdao sects completely collapsed. Under the leadership of the elders, they fled in all directions.
But at this time, it was too late for them to run away.
Su Jie, who had freed up his hands, did not care about bullying the small ones with the big ones and closed his hands together.
"Tianwei!"
Rumbling!
Thousands of thunderstorms on the battlefield fell, and whether they were elders of the Secret Realm or disciples of the Yunling Realm, they all turned into ashes in front of Zixiao Tianlei.
After that, Su Jie became a sea of blood, and the surging sea of blood swept across the sky, and the blood of killing on the battlefield surged in. The righteous monks were swallowed by the sea of blood, becoming part of the sea of blood.
Su Jie's blood sea and those powerful people in the Taoist realm were not spared.
Until now, there are four powerful men in the Taoist realm left here in Zhengdao, who are fighting against Tang Peiqing, Laodao Qiu and Zhang Junwei.
Zhang Junwei and others were suppressed and beaten. After all, Tang Peiqing and Old Taoist Qiu had just advanced to the Taoist realm. Not as good as the Taoist realm, the Taoist realm powerhouse is high, plus four fights three.
Fortunately, most demon cultivators have far surpassed the right path, not as straightforward as Su Jie. Even if the confrontation in the Taoist realm is decided, it will be difficult to kill people, so until Su Jie frees up his hand. Zhang Junwei and others were still jumping around.
When Su Jie's sea of blood was covered, the advantages these righteous and powerful men in the realm of the arena were gone on. They were so scared that they were so scared that they turned around and ran away. How dare they dare Fight against the devil Su Jie.
But Su Jie, who was vacant, had a chance to survive.
The sea of blood covered it with waves, and Su Jie even took out the ringworm and asked the homeworm who had been sleeping in to take action.
The Ringworm turned over tiredly. When she was woken up, she opened her mouth and let out a breath to give Su Jie, the new leader, a face.
As the ringworm blows, the body of a fleeing Taoist land in front of him stiffens, his skin falls off layer by layer, and he suddenly dies.
Su Jie swept through the sea of blood, swallowing two Taoist realms. The last Taoist realm was attacked by Han Ruyan and directly trapped and refined with the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
Without the restraint of the Taoist realm, Zhang Junwei and others also followed the situation to surround the righteous monks and bully the elders of the Secret Realm and the disciples of the Spirit Realm. Su Jie's blood sea and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Han Ruyan's hand were even more important. Support two sky curtains, one red and one black, and strangle the remaining righteous monks.
The war between Guiling Palace and Zhengdao sects in front lasted for more than half an hour, and only gained a little advantage.
But when Su Jie freed up his hand, the war was completely over in just five minutes, and the righteous monks were wiped out. This is the influence of high-end combat power on the battlefield.
As the last righteous monk was swallowed by the sea of blood, Guanchao Pavilion, the leader of the righteous path in Qingzhou, was completely destroyed and was removed from the Dali Dynasty.
(This chapter ends)