"well done."
The devil was almost moved to tears.
If it can really cry.
It's a pity that the devil can't cry or be moved.
This time it plotted against Mingyu Zhenjun, and it put in a lot of effort, otherwise Tushanjun's emotion-bending technique alone would not have been able to influence Mingyu so quickly and invisibly.
As a demon, he has not given up his ability to invade.
This is the characteristic that it relies on for survival, just like when it intervened in the battle to protect the sect.
The three-inch demon looks like a boy wearing a wide robe that doesn't fit his body shape.
Of course, this was just a look he made to show weakness. In fact, his true form was so menacing that most monks would probably pull out their magic weapon the moment they saw it.
Tushanjun, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, was silent for a long time before continuing to cast spells to get supplies.
There should be more than ten foundation-building pills in this furnace.
After refining this batch of elixirs, there will be another batch of elixirs. I am not complaining about the boring elixir refining, nor do I have any resentment. I just continue to complete batch after batch.
Danfeng's underground Dan Pavilion is like a continuous cloud floating in the sky. The place that should have been an open space has long been filled with jade boxes, most of which are filled with first- and second-level Yinhun Dan.
The expensive third-level elixirs were also sealed and sent away.
With the current power of the Zunhun Banner, the decomposed pills can even create Qi Practitioners in batches.
Tu Shanjun did not give up collecting the Yingyue Golden Elixir. This was the hope for the improvement of the Yin God in the Soul Banner. Otherwise, the Yin God in the Soul Banner might have been completely finalized the moment it entered the banner.
The demon rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands and said: "Master Rong, why don't we let the young Yuan Ying Yin Shen pry open Mingyu, and follow the same method to obtain his memory and things about the Hehuan Sect. In this way, when we deal with the Hehuan Sect
, only then can we know ourselves and the enemy and seize the opportunity.”
The slender tongue rolled over, and the greed in his eyes was about to flow out like poisonous water.
Tu Shanjun glanced at it indifferently: "I advise you not to have any ideas about him. If he is gone, I will arrest you to replace him."
"You should know what I mean."
"I understand, little one." The malice in the eyes of the devil, who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, almost overflowed. However, when he raised his head to compliment, it turned into flattery. However, it had already stored in its mind the vicious words it had known in this life.
They all took it out and cursed Tushanjun.
Having said that, the devil's words did provide Tushanjun with a good idea.
As a veteran force in Xingluo Sea, the Hehuan Sect must have a good foundation. With Mingyu Nascent Soul's cultivation level, he should know some secrets, and maybe even get the Hehuan Sect's defense.
Turning his palm over, a crystal ball appeared in his hand.
The black and red silk threads were untied, and it looked like the frozen Nascent Soul Yin Shen woke up from a deep sleep. It was not exactly what Ming Yu looked like.
Mingyu Zhenjun was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly: "How dare you kill me! I am Mingyu Zhenjun of Hehuan Sect. Our sect will never give up. It is best to let me go now..."
"I know there must be some misunderstanding. What does your sect want? You might as well tell me."
Mingyu Zhenjun had a gloomy face and his eyes looked at the area where he was. It was obvious that he had only Nascent Soul and Yin Shen left, and his physical body must have been destroyed by this person. At this time, he finally felt the taste of death.
If Nascent Soul and Yin Shen still cannot return to their clan, it means that he is really going to die.
Tu Shanjun looked at Mingyu's Yuanying Yin Shen and said calmly: "Why don't you talk about Erzong's defense, the distribution of forces in various places, as well as the hidden strength and specific allies, and the hidden piles buried by other forces, maybe waiting for your senior brother
If we know the news, we will come with what we want to redeem your Nascent Soul."
Of course, Mingyu was not a fool, and his expression immediately changed: "You...don't want to let me go back?"
"How dare you?"
"How dare you plot against our Hehuan Sect!" There were more than a million thoughts in Mingyu's mind, but they finally converged into one.
If Tu Shanjun was asking about something else, maybe he still had a chance to survive. Why would he ask such a question? This is a secret of the sect and must not be leaked.
Mingyu Zhenjun seemed to have truly calmed down at this time, with indifferent sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes.
What he mocked and laughed at was not himself as a prisoner, but the Great True Lord in front of him.
It was as if he had already seen the ending of the person in front of him.
He obviously has great strength, but he insists on doing the impossible.
He didn't even understand how the red-haired monk in front of him had such strength. You know, he did everything he could to break through the Nascent Soul, even using the path of the devil.
And someone like him who is like a demon cultivator would not rashly target a powerful force, not to mention that this force is just the tip of the glacier, just a corner of a remote mountainous area, and does not show its terror at all. Such a force will scare away all cultivators.
, and trembled because of being an enemy.
Some people just want to die.
Tu Shanjun didn't seem to see the ridicule in Ming Yu's eyes, and still said to himself: "I don't like the Hehuan Sect's business model. I don't deny that there are people in this world who will do that business, but they shouldn't be forced. If possible,
If so, maybe I should talk to your sect leader."
"Xingluo?"
"Master."
"Master?!" Mingyu couldn't help but laugh.
Laughing loudly.
It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of state of mind he must be in to say such "childish" words. Even the Hehuan Sect in the Eastern Wilderness Realm was not considered the main sect, but this person would say such ridiculous words.
"Ah."
Mingyu sneered, the mockery in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.
He has shut up because he feels that he is just talking to a cow and discussing normal things with a madman, and he will never get the result he wants. After all, the person in front of him does not look like a normal person at all. Maybe he is practicing stupidity.
Or maybe he took the wrong path and became crazy.
He asked curiously: "So, in what capacity are you going?"
"Must have an identity?"
"of course."
"I have only heard of the sect's legend about the master of the main sect. He is a famous strong man in the territory of Zhongtian. You can't go as a late-stage Yuanying, right? In their eyes, the True Lord Yuanying
There is no difference between it and an ant, but there is a slight difference, it is a bigger ant." Mingyu Zhenjun said confidently.
"Yeah."
"If Yuan Ying is a bigger ant in the later stage, then I want to be the elder of an ordinary girl." Tu Shanjun looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him quietly. The fire was beating, illuminating his slightly pale face.
No color of blood, no special expression.
"It's a pity that you are going to die."
"Xingluo Hehuan Sect is indeed a high mountain."
"Then let me see how high this mountain is." Tu Shanjun stretched out a finger, and the black and red threads turned into crystals, and the red mist gathered into black threads, which appeared on the forehead of Zhenjun Mingyu.
In front of him, it was like a poisonous snake that had taken on life, piercing into the eyebrows of Yuanying Yin Shen.
"you……"
A sudden moment came.
Mingyu Zhenjun immediately widened his eyes and his face suddenly became ferocious: "Plot against me!"
Before the roar could be heard, his eyes were already blank. At this moment, he certainly knew why he took action in public. It was clearly the man in front of him.
The Nascent Soul monk is not building a foundation, so he cannot achieve his goal so quickly.
You have to wait at least for a while. Tu Shanjun estimates that this time will be about one or two years. It may take longer, at least it will be better than a rough soul search.
With the soul strength of the Nascent Soul cultivator, no useful information would be obtained by forcibly searching the soul. However, the current method can sort out the memory and let the person involved speak out for himself.
"Sir, why don't you try to trick him?"
Tu Shanjun pointed to the alchemy furnace and said: "I spent all my energy to trick him slowly, who will refine the elixir?"
"It won't be me."
"What are you talking about?"
"My master's incredible skills are incredible, I admire you so much!"
…
"What?!"
Zhou Xinglie, who had just successfully formed the elixir, looked at Senior Brother Xu in front of him in disbelief and asked: "Why is there suddenly going to be a war? How long have I been in seclusion?"
"Just half a year."
"Alas, now is not the time to talk about time. During the Golden Elixir Ceremony that day, Master and Uncle Master invited True Lord Mingyu from the Hehuan Sect. Then because of a quarrel, Lord Mingyu brazenly attacked my Master. Later, Uncle Master was killed
Kill him, and now the whole sect is preparing for war."
"Junior brother, don't stop me. I have to send out a message to condemn the monks of the Hehuan Sect."
"If you have any questions, just ask your uncle." Xu Zhao was busy with the first two. He finally got his wish and became the head of the sect's general affairs. However, after only a few years of being the head, the head was already in trouble.
He is a big man, and as a junior, he cannot persuade the leader, so he can only summon all the vassals and worshippers and prepare in advance.
week
Zhenjun seems to be the one my wife mentioned back then..."
"I have to go find Master and ask." Zhou Xinglie looked at Senior Brother Xu who was leaving in a hurry, and quickly activated his magic power to raise the clouds. The magic power of the golden elixir only fluctuated so much, so it was good that Senior Brother Xu came to see him in advance.
, where there is so much time to tell, and most of the details are probably not very clear.
You have to ask your own master about these things.
Just set foot on Danfeng.
Before entering the lava cliff under the peak, I felt a heat wave coming over me.
Holding up the magic shield and walking to the fire veins under the Dan Peak, Zhou Xinglie saw the ancestor of ‘San Cun Ding’ who was guarding the door, and quickly raised his hands and said: “Tai Shang Elder.”
The devil showed a smile that was uglier than crying, looked Zhou Xinglie up and down and said: "Not bad, the soul smells good now... it has become stronger. Your boy is very lucky. Although your wife's physique has weakened a lot,
It’s more than enough to help you form elixirs.”
"It's a pity that my physique has been exhausted."
"My master..."
"Master is refining elixir."
"Please ask the elders to inform you on your behalf."
"come in."
An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice came from the underground fire veins and fell on the ears of the two of them.
This chapter has been completed!