"how come……"
Tushanjun suddenly became at a loss.
He never thought that Zhou Xinglie would die.
Like a ghost roaring.
The red-haired young man in the main hall could no longer contort his face calmly. His red hair was scattered like a wild waterfall, his forehead was full of horns, and his aura was like a swaying mandala growing between heaven and earth, gorgeous and beautiful.
However, seeing this plant will only bring death and the dark abyss to people.
"boom!"
The boundless black-red aura spreads toward the heaven and earth along with the swaying of Shahua.
It turned into a continuous curtain hanging from the sky.
It is also like the Milky Way in the sky collapsing and pouring towards the earth.
The black-red steam spread out into an endless ocean, and ghosts, bones, or ghosts seemed to want to step out of the viscosity, but were swept back by the waves.
The sky above the entire Zhou family and even the Taiyi Sect was completely covered by thick cumulus clouds.
At this time, the Jindan elders of the Zhou family understood the terror of their ancestors.
It's just an anger, like the power of God descending on this rolling world of mortals.
Under this majestic pressure, the Jindan monk was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and could only tremble.
And the nastiness in their hearts just now has long since been swept away.
The ancestor was just indifferent to things that he was not interested in.
Maybe even if they don't respect it very much, they won't care. However, once the ancestors care about it, they will truly realize that a small earthworm can see the big tree, and a mayfly can see the abyss.
A group of monks quickly knelt on the ground and shouted: "Ancestor, calm down."
Tu Shanjun took a step indifferently, his green jade face gradually turned blue and white, his fangs emerged, his black and red eyes looked at Fang Yingxue, and asked: "How did he die? To be honest, he was killed by someone, or was it a disease?
Torture.”
…
"Why?!"
The aura of the Venerable Realm bloomed, and the entire Taiyi Sect fell into panic. Different from the aura of its own Venerable, this unfamiliar aura really made people feel uneasy.
And the most important thing is that this aura is no better than when they faced Venerable Chuiyun.
Such a person actually entered the sect quietly?
This is more than panic.
If one thing is not good, it may be a disaster.
For a moment, many Nascent Soul auras rose into the sky.
Many familiar figures came out of the air. Their eyes were not filled with panic, but with uncertain doubts and some unbearable excitement. Many people may not feel this familiar atmosphere, but as old people they know
, the leader of whom is the current head of the Taiyi Sect.
Yu Long.
The Great True Lord at the peak of Nascent Soul.
"Junior brother."
"Senior brother."
"Who do you think junior brother is?"
The old man asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not sure. We'll have to meet him to find out." Yu Long shook his head.
In fact, they know it well.
In this realm, the only ones who can step into the sect silently are those who set up the formation. How can this aura be familiar to people? Although the power of the gods is strong, they should be respected monks who are not weak in strength.
The old man's body was not solid enough, like a shadow, and he said: "If what I expected is correct, that person should be back."
As he spoke, he looked into the distance.
Today's Taiyi Sect has integrated the old and new forces. Not only has the cultivation of its disciples improved, but it also has many Nascent Soul monks who were once members of other forces.
The leader among them is the Jiaolong clan.
The East China Sea Dragon Clan had more than twenty Nascent Soul Lords back then.
Even the Kunpeng Sect later fell apart.
With constant absorption and integration, Taiyi Sect is already a behemoth, intricately connected, and under the control of Shangzong. Taiyi Sect only needs to slowly digest these acquired resources and foundation, and it can become a giant comparable to Luhuang Sect.
For a newly promoted sect, the future path cannot be improved by increasing resources and territory.
More powerful force is still needed. Now, the return of this ancestor is really exciting.
However, when Qiu Wandao looked at Yu Long, he found that Yu Long frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Junior brother, why is he so worried? Now that our ancestor has returned to the sect, we should be happy."
Yu Long said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, have you forgotten the identity of our ancestor?"
Qiu Wandao fell silent for a moment.
He was shocked when he heard the news.
This is indeed a problem.
And there is no particularly good solution to this problem, because when they drove away the Kunpeng Sect, Master Chuiyun was seriously injured by Uncle Taihua. When he was about to die, he said that the Taiyi Sect must pay the price.
That secret will never be kept secret for long, and it will soon be known to the world.
Unless Shangzong guarantees the safety of my uncle.
However, judging from Uncle Taihua's personal wishes, he did not want him to return to the Shangzong.
This is strange.
When an ordinary person learns about the spiritual treasure, he would like to snatch it from other people's hands. How come he has such an attitude when he comes to Uncle Taihua?
There must be hidden secrets that they don't know about. Either the Shangzong is not strong enough to protect it, or the Shangzong doesn't need the spiritual treasures. It cannot be just Master Taihua's whim.
Judging from the news, Taiyi Shengxian Sect should have recovered again.
It won't be impossible to keep the treasures.
It's useless to think too much, it's more important to meet the person in person.
Now that he has reached the critical moment of his attack on becoming a god, he cannot come to pay homage to his ancestor in person.
"Don't panic, it's business as usual."
A faint voice enveloped Taiyi Sect.
The huge aura of Venerable Chonghao swept away the gloom in everyone's minds.
With the guarantee from the Venerable Ancestor, they knew that nothing big would happen.
Venerable Chonghao muttered: "It's just as senior brother said."
He couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "Such a person can win the favor of the ancestors, have a big book title, and get the Taizi Taoist title." Then he sighed and said: "It's a pity, if I had taken over the sect's branch inheritance, I'm afraid that
yes……"
Things are unpredictable and there is nothing to regret.
Although this junior brother's demonic aura was soaring to the sky, he was also surprised by how pure and pure the aura was.
The aura is not as sharp as it appears, but is quite neutral and peaceful.
Such people, fellow practitioners of immortals and demons, can also be called geniuses. However, the two contradictory paths will eventually become unbalanced and cause problems.
At that time, whether we will live or die is uncertain, or whether we will break down and stand up again depends on individual luck.
…
Fang Yingxue could not help but sob in a low voice: "Die on the battlefield."
Tu Shanjun suddenly fell silent and whispered softly: "Die in battle... on the battlefield?"
Taiyi Sect is his hard work and everyone’s.
There is always a battle to be fought.
Other people's sons, apprentices, and disciples can be sacrificed.
The disciples of the sect can sacrifice themselves, but why can't they sacrifice themselves when they come to him?
Of course he knows this.
But when it comes to myself, I still feel sad.
Heartbreaking!
Tu Shanjun staggered two steps and sat back on his seat.
"Have the corpses and the Yinshen been recovered?"
"All the corpses and ghosts have been snatched back."
Zhou Yufeng said in a deep voice.
"but……"
"What?"
"The evil spirit of the war was too strong, and the Yin Shen didn't last long before he lost his mind."
Tu Shanjun sat back in his original seat in a daze, and the aura around him quickly disappeared. The overwhelming pressure turned into the pounding wind and rain, and the thick fog and mist also turned into misty clouds without support, and finally turned into the nature of heaven and earth, so it was magical.
The situation disappeared, and the divine power that weighed on everyone's hearts also disappeared.
Zhou Yufeng looked up again.
He did not see a peerless strong man, but rather he saw an old wolf, holding his sleeves and robe, silently licking his wounds.
At this time, Zhou Yufeng suddenly understood why Uncle Wu Rong respected his master so much.
"Master, please express your condolences."
Tushanjun waved his hand.
Signaling everyone to leave.
He wanted to be alone and quiet.
All the golden elixir monks left, leaving only two people, one was Fang Yingxue, and the other was Zhou Xinglie's eldest son Zhou Yufeng.
Xinglie died in battle, but he couldn't say anything.
This is what the disciples of the sect should do. Rather, it is better to say that there is a mixture of sadness and joy. I am happy that after he left, the Zhou family did not act like a softie and lived in the rear.
"Where is the body?"
"The body is buried in the mountain behind Danfeng. My father Yin Shen said this when he was still sane."
Zhou Yufeng held his hand.
"Where's the Yin Shen?"
Speaking of Yin Shen, mother and son looked at each other and said nothing.
"What is the problem?"
Zhou Yufeng continued: "My father knows that my ancestor will definitely ask this question if he comes back. I dare not change my father's last wish. When my father was still sane, he said that when he forgot everything, he would throw the Yin God into the soul flag.
Wait for the ancestor to return and take him away with you."
"Ancestor, think twice."
"The sect may be able to arrange for my father's reincarnation."
Fang Yingxue said nothing.
Maybe this is what she meant too.
Reincarnated, it is better to enter the soul banner and accompany the master to continue the battle.
Zhou Xinglie chose the latter.
He knew that his talents were not enough. Junior Brother Wu Rong had been waiting for him for a long time, and he had not given birth to a child. Even though he shed the last drop of his blood for the sect, he was still willing to be a pawn for his master.
Once the body enters the soul banner, life and death are no longer controlled by oneself.
It can even be said that he will never be reincarnated.
The sect once promised its disciples that if they gave up the next life, the sect would redouble their training in this life and arrange their affairs after death, which also attracted a large number of disciples to join in.
Later, this system continued and gradually disappeared until Tushanjun left.
However, Tushanjun himself did not expect that he would have to collect another soul when he returned to the sect.
And this last soul.
It is his disciple.
On the one hand, it is the personal wish of the disciple, and on the other hand, it is the wish of the family.
And Tushanjun’s own concerns.
He didn't know what to do.
…
"Please forgive me for coming uninvited."
"Yu Long, Qiu Wandao, I have met my uncle."
The middle-aged man stepped into the main hall and looked at the red-haired monk sitting in front of him.
Zhou Yufeng crossed his hands and saluted: "Sect Master."
"Great Elder."
Qiu Wandao also nodded.
The arrival of the two men brought Tushanjun out of his thoughts. Tushanjun looked at the phantom and said calmly: "Yes, your talent is not in vain. Now you have touched the threshold of the venerable."
Qiu Wandao said respectfully: "Thank you very much, uncle, for your teaching."
"You're good too."
"Disciples don't dare."
"Compared with Senior Brother Wu Rong, my progress is really not worth mentioning."
Yu Long sighed: "Senior Brother Zhou's sacrifice is regrettable. I would like to ask Uncle Master to express my condolences."
Tu Shanjun raised his head slightly and looked at him. After not seeing him for many years, this boy had become smooth.
"What's up?"
"Please also ask Uncle Master to move to Taiyi Peak to discuss important matters."
"Let's talk in a few days. I'm going to see Xing Lie."
This chapter has been completed!