"Want to leave?"
A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in the air.
The black-robed monk who climbed up into the clouds froze.
Stopped immediately.
Huanghu didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, or whether neither crying nor laughing should appear on his face.
Because he met that person by chance.
Now he wanted to give himself a slap in the face, why did he accept this damn assassin mission?
No matter how many spirit stones you earn, there will be no life flowers.
Not to mention, the information is completely messed up.
We suffered the loss of intelligence last time. Why didn't the organization understand the intelligence?
Before coming, Huang Hu had sworn that he was just a talent at the peak of Nascent Soul. With his strength, it would be easy to kill the opponent. The only thing he needed to worry about was the forces behind him and the teachers who taught him the truth.
However, there will be others to help him solve those problems.
He doesn't need to worry about it.
Huang Hu, who was standing on the clouds, turned around stiffly and put on an extremely forced smile.
Looking again at the top-notch Taoist soldiers commanded by ‘Old Long’.
That is a soul flag.
Zunhun banner.
How he wished he hadn't recognized it clearly.
In fact, if it had been before, he would not have recognized it clearly so quickly.
Probably because the hall master ordered all efforts to search for this powerful treasure with a weapon spirit three years ago, he remembered it and knew Tushanjun's true identity.
It turned out that the person he was facing was not an ordinary monk at all, but an innate saint who had lived for an unknown age.
Now he regrets very much that he recognized the Soul Flag.
Huanghu said: "Fellow Taoist, I want to say that this is completely unexpected."
"I don't know anything, do you believe it?"
The big hole in Tushanjun's chest was filled with black and red evil energy, like a reconstructed print.
The huge dragon head opened and closed, and its dark eyes glanced indifferently at the wild fox standing on the clouds.
He said calmly: "Do you believe it?"
Huanghu sighed: "I don't believe it."
"I just don't want to be an enemy of fellow Taoists."
"You recognize me."
Tu Shanjun said it in an understatement.
It was precisely because he recognized Huanghu that Lord Tushan decided to reveal the Soul Reverend Banner.
The Black Gold Blood Sword has only a form but no magical power. Only the Zunhun Banner can withstand the great monk in the late stage of becoming a god. He once fought against Huang Hu. This man's virtual sky magic and Taoism are quite good. He can only rely on Donghai Jun and the Black Gold Blood Sword Jue.
Not this person's opponent.
At this important moment, Chuiyun, who is pressing down on the bottom of the box, cannot be allowed to strike.
In desperation, he could only reveal the Soul Reverend Banner to help Meng Zhi overcome this difficulty.
'Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and disaster cannot be avoided.'
Tu Shanjun's eyes were calm.
He had known about this for a long time and had also anticipated this situation.
Hearing what the old dragon said, Huang Hu looked at the Zunhun Banner. He suddenly felt that the 'old dragon' in front of him was very familiar, as if..., he thought of this.
Huanghu's eyes widened fiercely, and his pupils trembled slightly: "You...it's you, you..., I, I should have thought of it earlier, that means..."
Huang Hu glanced over and looked at the monk who was being protected by the 'Old Dragon'.
Meng Zhi was sitting cross-legged in the rain at this time, recovering his damaged body and dried up mana.
Huang Hu suddenly realized.
The artifact already has an owner.
No wonder Tushanjun has not taken action until now. In his impression, this person is by no means a soft-hearted person.
At that time, Xu Hongshang's cultivation level was not high, but he still took action. Now the young man behind him must be able to support him to take action.
Even if he can't show a complete fighting technique, he can still come up with one and a half moves.
Thinking of this, Huang Hu's hanging heart was slightly relieved, but he was not completely relieved.
He always tries to put it on his face by saying that he fought against the divine beings, but in fact it was just two moves.
After using the second magical power, he was seriously injured and escaped.
How dare you really take action again.
Huanghu cupped his hands and said, "I haven't been here today."
As he said that, he was about to leave.
"If you want to leave, I will kill you."
The Huanghu who turned around suddenly froze, with a sad face, and begged: "Fellow Taoist, please leave a little bit of a sec in your life so that we can meet each other in the future."
As he spoke, he looked at the boy behind Tu Shanjun and continued: "This person has just passed through the catastrophe of becoming a god. Although he has received gifts from heaven and earth, at most he can only get mana from a Taoist friend."
As he spoke, he looked around and said, "There are at least ten venerable monks who cannot be hidden now."
"If my fellow Taoist uses this technique to kill me, won't you two become lambs to be slaughtered?"
"If you, Taoist fellow Taoist, don't think about yourself, you should think about this little brother."
Huanghu thought he could persuade Tushanjun.
However, the next sentence came.
"You can try."
Huang Hu touched his nose.
He didn't dare try.
Will a person who is born divine and has lived for who knows how long really care about his own artifact master?
Maybe they care, but they definitely care about themselves more. When the weapon spirit becomes sane, they will of course consider things related to themselves, let alone such a highly sane weapon spirit.
The only regrettable thing is that this person's body is too weak.
The ultimate Taoist soldier.
Very strong.
But it's far from strong enough.
The body limits his height.
Rather than betting on Lord Tushan not to take action, he wanted to bet on whether he could survive the opponent's weapon spirit body taking action.
Huanghu carefully recalled Tushanjun's rumored achievements. The saint suppressed the Pei family's affairs, but there were also many rumors and rumors that surfaced. Such rumors cannot be used as evidence.
But those from Wancheng can.
The Lord who kills demons in the city of all things.
Defeated the genius of the Great Galaxy Palace who was holding the sacred Black Emperor Sword.
Kill Feilaijun in Huzhong.
Shattered Zhao Wudao who owned Xuan Jue Dao.
Zhao Wudao is the proud son of the organization.
He is an extremely powerful competitor for the position of Daoist. Such a genius will become a saint and take over as the hall leader in the future, but he is easily killed by the weapon spirit. Until now, Lu Xinhou is still hiding from their organization and refuses to leave his own.
Sect.
That kind of people.
How many magical powers should be used to kill him?
The wild fox groaned secretly.
He doesn't want to die.
But he didn't want to help either.
Behind Chen Jinding is the Yu family, a wealthy family in Guxianlou.
He might as well resist Tu Shanjun's blow now that he has defected in the face of battle.
Tushanjun didn't kill him last time, maybe this time it will be similar to last time.
"Fellow Taoist asked me to stay because...?"
"look."
"look?"
Huang Hu was stunned for a moment.
"Watch quietly."
…
"What's going on? Why didn't the killer do anything again?"
A subtle voice sounded in Chen Jinding's ears.
Chen Jinding looked gloomy.
He doesn't know either.
Maybe the killer recognized the monk behind Meng Zhi, and the two knew each other well, so they stopped making peace.
But such a situation is not what he wants to see. If Meng Zhi is not completely eliminated while he is still weak, there will be endless troubles, and the superiors have also hinted at him with words.
"Second Master?"
Zhu Qianshou cupped his hands and asked Yu Haofeng.
Yu Haofeng frowned slightly.
"What kind of treasure is that? Why was the killer so frightened when he saw that treasure?"
"I don't know."
"That looks like a flag."
"One flag?"
"What's the significance of the flag?"
The appearance of Huang Hu still shocked many people.
But now it seems that it is not as thrilling as imagined.
The old dragon holding the soul flag and the black-robed monk didn't know what they were talking about. They seemed to be in a stalemate.
"Since the organization's killers are unreliable, it's up to you to take action."
"Here!"
Chen Jinding had to obey the order.
He took one step forward, and the huge ship in the sky behind him slowly appeared from the ripples. Chen Jinding, who lived up to his name, raised his hand, held up a golden edict, and said loudly: "Meng Zhi, the master of the Ancient Immortal Pavilion, is unruly. Tame, who kills colleagues without words, has been completely found out, please ask Hall Master Meng to come with us!"
Huanghu's eyes changed.
He recognized the man holding the golden edict.
Isn't it the monk who hired him?
"Fellow Taoist..."
"I know." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
Meng Zhi opened his eyes, looked at Chen Jinding who was standing on the giant ship, and sneered: "Qi Yueshu dared to attack me. He deserved to be killed by me. Whose order did you, Chen Jinding, come to capture me?" ?!"
"You can actually guess and predict the will of the higher-ups."
"If the hall master resists."
"I can only suppress it with force!"
Chen Jinding didn't give Meng Zhi a chance to refute at all, and shouted: "The giant ship is locked!"
"Second Master?!"
Zhu Qianshou quickly looked at Yu Haofeng.
Yu Haofeng raised his hand to stop him and said, "Wait."
He hasn't seen Meng Zhi's true identity yet.
Just right now.
Even if the killer of the organization did not continue, Chen Jinding was forced to take action under the pressure of that person.
Meng Zhi's expression changed drastically.
He whispered: "Master, what should I do?"
"Can you hold them back until Uncle Yu arrives?"
"Yu Haofeng?"
Tu Shanjun didn't even raise his eyelids and said calmly: "He would have come a long time ago if he could come. If he can't come, it means he can't come. Maybe he himself is one of the promoters of this matter."
"But……"
"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself!"
Tu Shanjun's face remained calm.
He has seen bigger scenes, not to mention the lock-up of a mere giant ship.
Then he looked at Huang Hu, who had already stepped onto the clouds.
said:
"I know that many people are eyeing the spiritual treasure. Just open your eyes and take a good look at the flag in my hand."
Tu Shanjun raised the soul-honoring flag in his hand.
His spiritual consciousness slowly dispersed, and he gently threw the soul flag in his hand upwards.
The Zunhun flag dives into the clouds like a dragon.
Boom!
The color of heaven and earth changes.
"Array!"
Donghaijun's eyes regained their clarity. They were clear and dull without any intelligence. However, he was not a puppet who moved with consciousness. His intelligence was as high as before he was alive.
In addition, without any worries or thoughts, it can actually exert more powerful power.
Donghaijun raised his hand and caught a small flag.
Donghaijun looked down.
Xiaoban wrote ""
"wind."
Shake the little flag.
Wind blows.
The world seemed to have turned into a huge formation sleeve at this moment.
Countless clouds gathered together to pave the way.
Vaguely, I seemed to see a solemn military formation.
In the sky.
The highest place where storms and clouds gather.
A hoarse voice sounded.
"The Ghost King of the Ten Directions,"
"Killing Formation!"
"rise!"
Later, second update.
This chapter has been completed!