Yan Fu's light and shadow under the crooked neck tree gave Master Tianzhi a faint look.
No words were left behind, and the whole body turned into a faint light and dissipated, and the originally withered crooked neck tree looked lush and green again.
Master Tianzhi was left alone, smiling sadly.
In the Xiaohuang Realm, he is the great elder of the Corpse Demon Sect who can call upon the wind and rain. He himself has cultivated to the level of a fake infant. He holds the Lingbao Ruler in his hand, which adds to his background of the Corpse Demon Sect.
However, when he set foot on the place of inheritance and his body was destroyed, he was as frightened as a bereaved dog. Even if he begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, the owner of the place of inheritance only looked at him one more time and said nothing.
Seeing no response, Master Tianzhi became calm. He was not a person who accepted the inheritance, and he was not even qualified to be a chess piece in the hands of the powerful.
He should have thought of it long ago.
After thinking about this, Master Tianshi looked at Master Yuyan with envy.
At least in his opinion, Master Yuyan did not do anything, he had Master Nascent Soul protecting him, and he still had powerful inheritance to obtain. Even if he really had any plans, it would be better than dying here.
At this time, Tushanjun glared angrily. He did not look at the Yin Shen of Master Tianzhi, but stared at the Crooked Neck Tree.
He stretched out his hand to pull Master Yuenyan up, but heard the man's voice coming from his ears.
Tu Shanjun's figure froze and he put down his thoughts.
"Haha, haha... I never thought that I, the Master of the Heavenly Corpse, would die here after seven hundred years of living." After laughing twice, the Master of the Heavenly Corpse took out a golden jade slip, lifted up his robe and knelt down straight.
On the ground.
Facing Tushanjun.
Said: "I feel inferior to the True Lord for his divine power. I hope that the True Lord can let the Corpse Demon Sect go for the sake of inheritance and spiritual treasures."
"With this inheritance, the True Lord can also start to solve the stubborn illnesses of his old friend."
As he spoke, Master Tianzhi looked at the headless corpse standing next to Tushanjun.
After thinking about it, he didn't regret today's results. He could only say that he was not as skilled as others and could not overcome the difficulties. Moreover, because he did not have much time to wait, even if there was no such calamity, he would still look for opportunities to break through outside the territory.
Tu Shanjun frowned and thought carefully, stretched out his hand to take the golden jade slips and the ruler into his hands, and said in a deep voice: "As long as the Corpse Demon Sect understands their interests, I will not do anything to them. Believe it or not is up to you."
"I don't care about the flood after my death, and I can't bear to end the sect's inheritance. Speaking of which, I have never known the true king..." Master Tianshi stood up slowly and did not continue to say anything.
On the road of seeking, he has to fight, regardless of whether he has any grudges or not.
Tu Shanjun did not explain, he shook up the spiritual treasure in his hand, and a black and red flag appeared in front of the Master Tianshi.
I saw Lingbao appearing in front of me.
Master Celestial Corpse, who was originally calm, looked horrified.
The death of a monk's physical body is not the end. It does not mean that he can start practicing again without taking advantage of body snatching or reincarnation. If he throws himself into the soul flag, there will be no room for improvement, and he will become a spiritual treasure and a soul in this life.
Seeing that the Lingbao was only two feet away from him, the Heavenly Corpse Master burst into tears. He was afraid. He didn't know what he was afraid of. Maybe it was the fear of death, or maybe he was worried about the road.
Silent terror enveloped my heart.
Tu Shanjun said:
"Fellow."
"Please come in."
As soon as the banner passed over him, Master Tianshi suddenly felt a pull.
"ah!"
"Even if I become a ghost, I won't stop there. What a distinguished senior, a powerful monk..."
Before the words left his mouth, the Yin spirit returned to the soul flag.
We are all monks, so there is no dignity at all. We are afraid when facing death, and weep bitterly when faced with life and death crises. It is not that we shed less tears as we get older.
The visualization method can greatly correct the consciousness of the sea and Yin Shen, but it cannot turn the monk into a ruthless machine. The seven emotions and six desires are all in the heart. When they explode, no matter how high the cultivation level is, they can't resist it.
Therefore, Tushanjun does not feel ashamed of the Heavenly Corpse Master.
When the horror of life and death comes, no one can remain calm and decent.
With the investment of Yin Shen at the peak of Jindan, Tushanjun felt that his aura had strengthened again, and he should not be in that situation when he faced the zombie fake corpse under the pressure of mana.
There was only a faint reverberation of Master Tianshi's last roar. Tushanjun stared at the crooked-neck tree and turned around to leave without making any futile effort.
This time he brought the Black Ball Demon with him.
There is no longer any need for him to leave any means to protect him.
When Tushanjun stepped through the white light gate, the ancient bronze gate slowly closed.
The Yanfu light and shadow stood under the tree and looked at Tushanjun quietly, his expression unchanged at all. He didn't even care about the Nascent Soul Lord, let alone the roar of a Yin Shen at the peak of the Golden Core.
Those words just sounded like the meaningless clamor of ants.
Boom!
The ancient bronze door was closed, and Tu Shanjun was about to take off the Black Mountain Seal, but he found that the seal gradually turned white, and with a light touch, it was as if the sand and stone that had been weathered for thousands of years turned into a handful of gravel and dust, and slipped away from Tu Shanjun's fingers.
After a long silence, he tore through the cracks and returned to the treasure house.
Sitting in front of the chessboard, listening to the puppet he created was still broadcasting the attack of the good and the evil. The evil spirits and the evil spirits gathered in the center of the formation. He picked up a chess piece and did not drop it for a long time.
He waved his hand fiercely and swept the black and white chess basket in front of him to the ground.
The tinkling sound is endless.
Tu Shanjun instinctively wanted to use the emotion-bending technique to suppress his violent emotions, but after thinking about it, he still did not use it. The emotion-bending technique was too extreme, and if he was not careful, he would suppress all his emotions.
It's not good if you suppress it for a long time.
It is better to calm down and collect your Qi using the formula of "Consciousness of the Sea".
"Quit haste and use patience."
Tu Shanjun even forgot how long it had been since he said this to himself. He felt that everything was under control just because of his high level of cultivation. In fact, there were people outside the mountains, and there were those with higher levels of cultivation.
The demon lying on the ground was shivering and did not dare to raise his head.
At this moment, the master is very angry, and he will only take the initiative to provoke him when he is tired of living, especially after watching a peak Jindan Yin Shen being included in the soul flag.
That person has already cultivated into the False Infant, that is, it was due to bad luck that he did not cultivate into the Nascent Infant. Otherwise, it’s hard to say what the outcome would be.
"Master, calm down."
"Master, please calm down..."
"..."
The Black Coal Ball Demon kept kowtowing.
"Pick it up." Tu Shanjun said calmly with his hands behind his back. The devil was smart enough to quickly pick up all the black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground, and carefully placed the two chess baskets in the center of the chessboard.
Perhaps seeing Tu Shanjun's good expression, the demon rolled his eyes, remembering that he still had the ability to protect him, and asked for reward in a low voice.
"Sir, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers."
"Furthermore, this time, I forced the peak true king to reincarnate, send away the enemy in the dark, obtain the core inheritance of the two sects of spirit demons and corpse demons, and stew these two elements of good and evil into a pot of great elixir. There are some differences.
No big deal."
"False friendship and so-called benevolence, justice and morality are all constraints on oneself."
"The life and death of Master Yuyan is entirely up to him. I have nothing to do with him..."
When he said that he was happy, he met Tushanjun's deep red eyes with a hint of green. The devil closed his mouth knowingly. He even wanted to slap himself in the mouth first. It would be fine if he didn't get the reward, and it would make the true monarch unhappy.
If you flatter a horse by patting it on its hooves, wouldn't it bring yourself into trouble?
Tu Shanjun thought to himself that the devil was growing so fast.
The little intelligence he had from the beginning would now flatter and bewitch people. If he had been given a little more time, it would have been fine. No wonder Xiaohuangyu was very afraid of the devil, no matter the good devil.
He didn't need a demon to comfort him. He had been hit countless times in the past ninety years and still refused to admit defeat. A little frustration just made him wake up from his false strength.
This was not a great victory, but it interrupted the Ling Mo Sect's plan and made the Corpse Demon Sect calm down, so that he could concentrate on dealing with the Blood Demon Sect after refining the elixir.
Tu Shanjun controlled the formation: "It's time to end." The seal fell on the center of the formation, and the already riddled treasure building let out an overwhelmed roar under the pressure of the formation.
The monks in the building used escape techniques to escape at the moment when the formation was untied.
The Xuanguang of the righteous sects can be large at most, while the escaping light belonging to the demonic sect is very rare. The Hehuan sect has the most, and the remaining demon sect monks only have two or three big cats and kittens.
…
Changshui Zhenren, who was sitting in the distant pavilion, let out a breath of turbidity.
Fortunately, Zhenjun didn't want to drive all these people away, otherwise none of those trapped in the urn, whether they were foundation-building monks or golden elixir masters, would have a chance to survive.
Master Ziyang opened his eyes slightly and said happily: "It seems that the real king has solved the problem." He took out the sound transmission talisman and said: "Activate the forbidden air formation, don't let them use their escape skills to rush into the city."
"Here!"
"Forbidden air formation..."
The corrugated crystal shields of the Yanyang Formation flickered and connected into a large area, and huge pressure came from all directions. The monks who had already fled suddenly felt the pressure coming down, and they could only be forced to fall on the streets of the city.
"Dead, all dead!"
The Qi practitioner with disheveled hair and blood all over his body fell to the ground.
He roared and got up, but before he could make any move, he was pushed down by the garrison monks who had been prepared and put the magic talisman on him. He forcefully opened his mouth and poured in the talisman water.
Only then did the monk's eyes focus again and he recovered from his madness.
"This talisman that stabilizes the soul is very useful."
"Quickly, press that..."
"..."
The garrison monks around the Treasure Collection Tower quickly took action and pinned down the unconscious monks one by one. Others were sorting out order and separating the Treasure Collection Tower from other towns in Yangcheng to prevent the monks who had just experienced a fight from colliding with others.
The faces of the monks from the righteous sect still showed the joy after the disaster. They followed the group and more or less obtained treasures. Although they experienced cruel fighting, they were not as happy as getting these treasures of heaven and earth.
But they may have a psychological shadow on the auction.
…
Tushanjun left all the matters of seeing off guests and explaining things to Ziyang Zhenren.
He wants to completely refine the treasure gathering tower formation and collect those Yin gods into the soul flags.
Next, please point out the specific harvest and two inheritances, and then see when Sanhu's body will be sent back to his hometown, and then he can concentrate on refining the Infant Transformation Pill.
"Xiaolingzhou? I haven't been back for a long time."
"How long exactly?"
Tu Shanjun pondered.
"Sixty or seventy years."
Second update, morning.
This chapter has been completed!