Meng Zhi is married to Yu Lingshu.
One year has passed since the wedding.
The red-haired monk in the sutra-storing pavilion of the ashram was flipping through the scriptures in his hands.
I don’t know if Tushanjun forgot to ask when he met Datou at that time, or if he had some fears and reservations about Datou.
So he didn't ask about becoming an immortal.
After studying for so long, I still can't figure out the secret of immortality.
Tu Shanjun has calmed down a long time ago.
He stretched himself out greatly and walked towards the underground iron house with the hammer in hand.
This is not the vast and blessed land of the Yu family, but Meng Zhi's dojo. With the marriage of Yu Lingshu, the accompanying servants made the dojo no longer empty.
In addition, Mengzhi himself became the son-in-law of the Yu family, and began to rectify his own industry and power, with more and more people under his command.
Underground palace.
Fire Veins Array.
Ding.
Sparks splash.
A shirtless, muscular and tall monk, his long scarlet hair tied up casually.
A hammer fell, and with the blessing of the formation, the lines turned into talismans suspended above, intertwined, circling, and nested inside and outside. Then they were smashed down by a hammer, and the seal was carved into the iron block in front of them.
Mengzhi stood in front of the fire veins of the underground palace and stared at everything in front of him with his mouth open.
He had seen many monks casting magic weapons before. During the years he had been with Yu Haofeng, and when he was familiar with the Yu family, he had seen master-level weapon refiners make moves, but never like Tu Shanjun.
It doesn't feel like forging iron and forging weapons, but rather like collecting Dao patterns and melting them into treasures.
"Master's weapon refining level has improved again."
"What level is this?"
"Grandmaster?"
"Grandmaster?"
"Master, you..."
"I have nothing to do, just pick up some skills I was unfamiliar with before."
Tu Shanjun sent the black gold steel billet into the refining furnace in front of him and sealed it in a large formation to lower the temperature of the fire veins. At the same time, he also stepped over the molten lava in front of him.
Wiping his palms, he asked with a smile: "Why do you have the time to come here?"
Meng Zhi, who came back to his senses, glanced at the black gold steel billet that was thrown into the refining furnace, and then said: "This is the master. My father-in-law hopes to get the support of the master's Yinhun Dan."
Meng Zhi cast an anxious look.
Unlike the rage he imagined, Tushanjun's eyes were always calm and he nodded: "Okay."
Mengzhi was already preparing how to persuade Tushanjun to cooperate with the Yu family. The words were on his lips, but he stopped abruptly and looked at Tushanjun in surprise.
There seems to be some doubt whether he heard it wrong.
He is the Supreme Transformation God, how could he hear it wrong?
"real?!"
I couldn't help but be happy after hearing this.
Tu Shanjun waved his hand.
The large formation in front of them moved.
An Ran sat down, picked up the wine bottle and said, "There are conditions."
"What conditions?"
"If you want the Yinhun Dan, you have to buy it."
"Spiritual stone?"
"As far as I know, spiritual stones are of no use to Master."
"But the master is right. I thought so at the beginning. Even the Yu family has to pay a fair price for the Yinhun Dan." Meng Zhi hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the wine pot, and carefully filled the wine bottle.
add.
That's what he originally thought.
He also let Yu Haofeng know most of the effects of the Yinhun Pill 'inadvertently'.
Tushanjun doesn’t need the Yinhun Pill.
He couldn't digest such a huge pill by himself.
Just replace it with other resources.
"Yin Shen."
"I need Yinshen in large quantities."
Tu Shanjun took a deep look at Meng Zhi.
Mengzhi still doesn’t know that the Soul Reverend Banner can be advanced.
He didn't say either.
But he really needs to be ready to advance.
The evil spirit has been prepared, and what is left is sufficient and powerful Yin Shen.
Tu Shanjun gradually felt that he could not completely count on Meng Zhi.
He needs to leave a way out for himself.
If you can get enough Yinshen, you can become a saint at the same moment when you successfully attack the sacred weapon. Then you will no longer be a dragon swimming in the shallows, but a Kunpeng spreading its wings and hating the sky.
Even if Mengzhi doesn't raise this issue, Tushanjun himself will find time to raise it.
He needs a huge force to obtain Yinshen for him.
The Yu family is just right.
"Master, Yin Shen is useless to you and me."
"It can't be said to be useless. Although the soul flag can exert power beyond ordinary holy weapons after possessing the ten venerable gods, the cornerstone of all this is my own magic power."
"If my cultivation is not enough, I won't be able to support it at all."
Hearing Meng Zhi's words, Tu Shanjun's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Blocking someone's path is like killing one's parents.
Even if his own son dares to divide his interests like this, that is unforgivable.
What's more, Meng Zhi is just an apprentice, and he can be considered half a son at most.
The monk's gaze could turn into reality. The moment Meng Zhi blurted out, he knew that he had said the wrong thing.
The Yin Soul Pill is produced by using evil energy, and it is also Tu Shanjun's thing. It is understandable to use it to increase the number of Yin Gods in the Zunhun Banner. Instead, he went too far.
He Mengzhi wanted to improve his Taoism, so how could the spirit of the Zunhun Banner helplessly look at the world within the banner without the addition of Yin Shen.
On the contrary, as a banner leader, what he did was really unqualified.
The peak of Hu Lao's transformation into a god has come to an end, but it does not mean that he cannot continue to increase his strength horizontally, nor does it mean that Hu Lao will sit back and wait for death.
Theoretically, as long as there are enough Yinshen in the Zunhun Banner, the best Taoist soldiers can also exert a combat power that surpasses the holy soldiers.
"This is absolutely not what my disciple meant."
"Mengzhi continued: "I heard that there are many ways for Tao soldiers to advance."
"There is a huge price to pay."
"I am alone and weak."
"If you can use Yinhun Dan to obtain resources, you can definitely shorten the accumulation process greatly."
Seeing that Tu Shanjun's expression softened, Meng Zhi struck while the iron was hot:
"Master, don't worry, we are not in a hurry. We can search for Yin Shen while also looking for ways to advance the Tao soldiers. This will not only increase the combat power horizontally, but also increase the upper limit of the soul flag vertically."
Tu Shanjun looked at Meng Zhi.
Staring straight at him.
Mengzhi was heartbroken when he saw it.
Mengzhi thought there was still something wrong with his expression.
His attitude became more respectful and gentle.
a long time.
Tu Shanjun sighed in his heart: 'You are so eager for quick success and weak, how can I dare to entrust you with such a big thing?'
Meng Zhi really has Li Er's ability. He doesn't mind being Li Yuan and obeying orders as a supreme emperor.
Tu Shanjun is not afraid that his disciples will disobey him, nor is he afraid that his disciples will have their own ideas. He is only afraid that his disciples will not be firm enough.
If this is the case.
The advanced sacred weapon of the Zunhun Banner and his own breakthrough into the saint's catastrophe will definitely make Mengzhi irreversible.
He waved his hands rather tiredly and said, "Just do as you say."
"Thank you, Master."
Looking at Meng Zhi's leaving figure, Tu Shanjun's eyes were very complicated: 'Is it really safe to reach the peak of the transformation of the gods? Will you die at the peak of the transformation of the gods?'
…
Mengzhi felt refreshed after walking out of the underground palace's fire veins.
As long as the master opens the door and he acts as the middleman, the balance is entirely in his hands.
Mastering the Yinhun Pill is equivalent to mastering an inexhaustible gold mountain.
Now he finally understood why his master didn't want him to marry a girl from the Yu family. With the Yinhun Pill in his hand, he could slowly accumulate sufficient resources.
In the past, he only obtained resources by defeating powerful enemies in the Tower of Babel, and thought that these treasures could not be produced without limit. Now it seems that he was wrong in the past.
All this stemmed from the fact that after he obtained the storage ring, he used his spiritual consciousness to check the contents of the ring.
At that time, he was really shocked beyond measure.
"Father-in-law, we have reached an agreement."
"oh?!"
"What did your master say?"
"My master said that if you want the Yin Soul Pill, you need to use Yin Shen to buy it."
"good."
Yu Haofeng immediately slapped the table and praised: "I have not lost my enterprising spirit."
"I agree on behalf of the Yu family."
"As long as sufficient Yin Soul Pills can be provided, there will be as many Yin Gods as you need." At this point, Yu Haofeng also showed a curious look: "I wonder how many Yin Gods your master actually needs?"
"What I mean is that if there is too much Yin Shen on the body, it will inevitably be unable to be digested."
"As my virtuous son-in-law also knows, the Jade Family in Guxian Tower is very large. Once it is put into operation, it will be unimaginable."
Meng Zhi nodded.
So the message came: "Master, how many Yinshen do we need?"
The soul flag in the sleeve robe opened a scarlet eye.
Turn slightly.
How many Yinshen does he need?
Since Zunhun Banner was promoted to Dao Weapon, there are still only more than three million Yinshen in the banner, which he has accumulated over the past thousand years.
Tu Shanjun is not bloodthirsty, but he has accumulated so many Yin gods that he has really stepped on countless corpses to get to where he is today. And the Soul Banner can accommodate hundreds of millions of Yin gods.
“The more, the merrier.”
“The more the merrier!”
Meng Zhi cupped his hands and added: "It's best to be in the state of transformation into gods."
Yu Haofeng laughed in surprise and said, "How can a monk who transforms into a god be killed so easily?"
In the realm of the Venerable, even if he is unfortunate enough to die, he can escape with the help of Yin Shen and Yang Shen. If he is allowed to tear open the domain barrier and escape, ordinary saints may not be able to catch him.
I really thought that His Holiness was a carrot in the vegetable market.
"But for the Immortal Tower, the Yin Shen of the Reverend God Transformation is not a problem."
"It's just, the price."
"Even if we are the father-in-law, we still have to settle the score clearly."
"what price?"
"One hundred thousand Soul Transformation Realm Yin Soul Pills, replace it with the Yin Shen of a Soul Transformation Realm monk of the corresponding realm."
Meng Zhi's eyes couldn't help but narrowed, and he said with no trace of sadness or joy on his face: "Is this price too expensive? One hundred thousand Yin Soul Pills is enough to cultivate..."
"A good son-in-law."
"The price is already very, very low."
"You can't simply calculate what we get, but you should ask yourself what you get."
"No matter how many monks the Yu family trains, it is time-consuming and laborious and cannot be simply measured."
"If that's the case, please forgive me for being rude."
Mengzhi handed over.
It's impossible for him to accept this price.
Not to mention other things, just talking about the Yinhun Dan at the peak of transformation, it would take 150 years to collect 100,000 pills.
Lower-level Yinhun Dan can indeed be made in a shorter time. For example, in the early stage of becoming a god, it can be shortened to twenty years.
Twenty years is just a moment of seclusion for a monk who transforms into a god.
But the price is really not worth paying.
"slow."
"My dear son-in-law thinks this price is inappropriate."
"We can sit down and talk slowly." "What Xianlou is best at is doing business."
This chapter has been completed!