Chapter 909 Transaction
The light has no shadow, and the ten colors of the domain are blazing
The power of the saint's demonic flames is fixed.
The tall monk standing with his hands behind his back was dressed in black, red and gold robes.
Her long hair was tied up casually, with only some fluffy hair hanging down at the edges, setting off her bluish-white face.
The lowered eyelids covered the deep eyes.
The immortal eyes rotate.
Wen Peng clearly knew that Master's eyes had been falling on him.
It was a kind of strange brilliance, but also a bit dim. If you look closely, there should be a trace of frown that is not easy to detect, as if the ancestor was re-examining him after he returned as a god.
This was after hearing his answer.
Wen Peng pondered undecidedly, and suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, asking uneasily: 'Is there something wrong with my path?'
Tu Shanjun tapped his palms together slowly, as if calculating arithmetic.
a long time.
The raised palm was lowered again, and he said in a deep voice: "When you return to the Eastern Wilderness this time, you cannot use the power of your Dao body unless you are at the critical moment of life and death, let alone that you have met me."
The hurried Wen Peng looked at the red-haired saint in surprise.
He thought that his performance had made his ancestor unhappy, so he warned him like this.
In this way, he completely put an end to his idea of inviting the Patriarch back.
"Master, this is..."
"Why……"
Wen Peng was stunned.
He should have agreed directly, not to mention that this was the elder of the family, let alone the grace of saving his life.
However, when it came to his lips, he still wanted to know the reason.
Therefore, there is no need to worry about offending.
"For so many years, you have come from Xiaolingzhou to Donghuang, so you should have some guesses about my identity."
Tu Shanjun laughed.
He would not treat Wen Peng as a child.
The rejuvenated young man standing in front of him was actually an old Yuanying monster who was nearing the end of his life.
If you say you don’t know anything and have no guesses at all, then it is definitely impossible.
Wen Peng's eyes flashed.
in silence.
When he raised his head and wanted to speak, he saw the red-haired Demon Saint turning his palms down and speaking seriously.
"I guessed it, don't say it, and don't ask again. Just be careful in your words and deeds, and remember my instructions. In this way, you can still avoid attracting the attention of those people back then."
As expected, he stopped asking further questions.
As the ancestor of the Wen family, he had pieced together parts of his mother's words, and he knew more or less the reasons for his father's fortune, as well as the whole story of how the Wanfa Sect monks later came to Xiaolingzhou.
Over the years, after many searches and investigations, the truth has been revealed.
"Disciple understands." Wen Peng bowed his hands and kowtowed three times solemnly.
He said loudly: "What the master said, the disciples must keep it in mind. When I go to the Eastern Wasteland, I will never mention the whereabouts of the master. I only said that I got the opportunity in the Yuanyang Region and cultivated the Houtian Dao Body."
Tu Shanjun raised his hand to take a photo.
The Corpse Ruler appeared in his hand.
As soon as he turned his palm, the fire of the evil karma of the Ten Thousand Tribulations burned fiercely, and the corpse ruler turned into spiritual fluid in an instant.
Looking left and right, he stretched out his fingers and dug out an immortal ghost eye. It was just hanging in the whirlpool. The whirlpool of spiritual fluid quickly took shape and transformed into a mysterious ruler again.
It is said that the ruler is more like a sword without an edge.
A magic eye opened at the hilt of the sword.
The black and red silk threads are like blood meridians that are spreading out, activating the mysterious ruler.
He casually unlocked the restraints of the headless corpse demon, and the feathered scales that had already turned into skin turned into a treasured umbrella in Tushanjun's hands. He spat out a stream of ghostly karma flames from his mouth, and the treasured umbrella was refined into a robe.
Still feeling unsatisfied, Tushanjun pulled out his purple-black nails and blended in.
The refined robe is folded and placed under the mysterious ruler.
Then he took out an ancient bronze lamp, a spiritual boat, and a storage ring.
Said: "There are some elixirs and heavenly materials and earthly treasures in this storage ring. Take it and practice it. The Immortal Sutra and the Immortal Taoist Body will help you move forward. As for how far you can go...
.”
Tushanjun said no more.
He is not even sure how far he can go, nor how to judge the path of others.
"Given by the elders."
"Don't dare to say goodbye."
Wen Peng held the cassock and the mysterious ruler in his hands, as well as the storage ring placed on the mysterious ruler.
Drawing a talisman in the air, Tu Shanjun raised his ghost hand and pointed it at the center of the talisman, and said calmly: "The domain channel is already on the rough map. You can leave here now."
"Thank you, Master!"
Wen Peng kowtowed again.
Salute respectfully.
He felt that the space in front of him was pulsating with ripples. Then, he suddenly looked up and saw that this place was no longer where the Tiger Tomb of Stars was just now, but had entered an unknown route.
The four-dimensional space was extremely stable, and the small boat that was supposed to be held in his hands turned into a small ship.
Bronze lamps burn.
Wen Peng, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck, looked at the three people who were gradually coming back to their senses.
Xu Chang's eyes were full of excitement, he stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for saving your life!"
"Congratulations on your breakthrough in front of the battle, killing the foreign venerable, for showing your kindness and talent, but being humble enough to let us escape first. It really puts us to shame. Thank you, senior!"
Zhang Xu couldn't help but sigh, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he said, "Thank you, senior, for avenging the little girl!"
Even the young man looked surprised. He did not expect that after obtaining the secret method and using it, Wen Peng would be able to survive in adversity. Not only would he kill the alien gods in the Nascent Soul Realm, but he would also be able to successfully overcome the tribulation later.
Successfully transformed into a god, and received gifts from heaven and earth to clear up the hidden wounds in one round.
The young man pondered: "If I was the one who used the secret technique at that time, could I also..."
The young man felt inexplicably familiar.
It was as if I had already anticipated the current outcome.
However, he probably has never said such words before, and has no unnecessary thoughts or thoughts.
Unless there is a huge chance after using the secret method, it is impossible to survive. His so-called familiarity is actually impossible.
There was a flash of surprise in Wen Peng's eyes. Why did these three people attribute all the credit to him, and it was so natural, and they didn't notice any stretching of the spell at all. It was as if no one had helped, and no one had seen anything.
A great monk.
He touched the storage ring on his finger and looked at the bronze lights and sailing boats. If these things didn't really exist, he might have thought it was what everyone said. However, he knew clearly that it was not the case at all.
, it was his master who helped him tide over the difficulties.
"What a terrifying method this is?!"
In an instant, the memory was changed, and even Nascent Soul Master was not spared.
The most important thing is that Wen Peng cannot feel any fluctuations in magical powers.
It was as if all traces of just now had been completely erased.
There is an iron corpse beside him, holding a mysterious ruler in his hand, and the magic eye on the ruler is normally closed.
Wen Peng didn't speak, his face was gloomy and uncertain.
The palms that hold Xuan Chi are tense and relaxed.
To be on the safe side, he should kill these three people.
Since the master has taught like this, there must be a powerful enemy in the Eastern Wasteland. If he lets the three of them go back, their whereabouts may be revealed at some point.
Wen Peng, who mastered the Dao soldiers, did not take action at this moment because he was compassionate, or because he could not kill people after saving them.
What he was worried about was that since the Patriarch spent all his efforts to save the lives of three people, if he destroyed the magical power after taking action, wouldn't it be a huge sin?
After thinking about it again and again, Wen Peng slowly loosened his grip on Xuan Chi under his sleeve robe.
He still chose to trust his ancestor's judgment.
The three people who survived the disaster did not know that they had passed through the gate of hell again.
The three of them all looked excited and excited, telling each other about the dangers along the way and their gratitude to Wen Peng. If Wen Peng hadn't taken action, they would have had no way of surviving.
"You guys are so complimentary."
"After this battle, it is better not to take the black boat spirit boat. Since there is a bright road to the Ancient Immortal Tower, we still have to choose the Ancient Immortal Tower."
"What senior said is absolutely true."
"It's a pity that the giant ship in Guxian Tower is too expensive."
"No matter how expensive it is, it depends on what it is compared to. If it is compared to your own life, it is not expensive at all."
"..."
The spirit boat shuttled through the darkness of the distant sky while talking and laughing.
…
The red-haired Taoist standing on the small boat walked through the air.
With a wave of his hand, the entire small ship was completely wiped out.
It didn't turn into smoke and mist, or it completely disappeared from sight, as if it was swallowed up by something. Nothing was left, only the red-haired Taoist turned into a ray of light and flew away into the distance.
…
small town.
Desolate.
The sky in the underworld is foggy most of the time, and bright sunlight can only be seen on rare occasions.
It rains lightly again today.
When the rain fell, the world was silent. Suddenly, a loud voice resounded in the street. It was a slightly immature but heart-rending cry.
The young man knelt on the ground, with two lines of blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.
He is praying and shouting.
He hoped that the advancing chariot and horses would stop and put down his dependent sister. However, the iron horse and the sacred chariot would not be blocked or stagnant even because of a child's shout.
Not only that, the one-horned evil ghost guarding the outside raised the ghost-headed sword in his hand.
When the heavy knife fell, it was accompanied by an angry shout.
Bang.
The young man spat out a mouthful of blood.
"roll!"
The young man felt that his body was very heavy at that moment.
That's because he was being held down.
When the carriage and horse left, the big hand holding him also left.
He suddenly felt lighter.
So he ran like crazy.
He is tireless and feels no pain.
The grass and trees passed by, and the small town behind became smaller and smaller.
He did not follow the direction of the carriage, but ran out of the city. He knew that a big demon came to Longgu Mountain. Since the big demon arrived, the top of the mountain has become a forbidden area, and no one dares to go deep.
The young man no longer cares about much.
He couldn't find anyone who could help him.
I heard that the big demon likes to eat people, so if you give yourself to the big demon to eat, the big demon will help him.
He didn't know how long he had been running until he finally saw Longgu Mountain.
Run to the top of the mountain.
The demon dragon is quietly dormant.
The young man knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Please help me save my sister."
"I would like to become your blood food."
"He can't promise you."
"Why?"
"Because he is dead."
The young man looked at the tall figure holding a carving knife in front of the demon dragon's head in astonishment.
That man had red hair like a waterfall.
Double horns on top of head.
The white face looks like ice and snow.
The young man stood up in disappointment.
Turn around to leave.
"Why don't you ask me for help?"
The young man said: "I don't have any spiritual stones."
"what do you have?"
"I still have a life."
"Are you willing to trade your life for me to help you?"
The young man's eyes sparkled.
He said excitedly: "Yes!"
"As long as you can help me find my sister, my life belongs to you!"
"very good."
"From now on, your life belongs to me, and no one can take it away!"
Second update, late.
This chapter has been completed!