Chapter 912 Purpose
He came late.
Tushanjun is neither a god nor an immortal.
Since separation from his disciples, he has fulfilled many people's wishes and received many rewards along the way.
There's no way he just happened to show up here.
When he arrived, Martingale Wu, who had been running for three years, finally reached the top of the mountain.
Yang Wu thought he was running towards the mountain with all his strength, but he didn't know that it had been more than three years.
Why couldn't this big red-horned ghost arrive just in time?
He couldn't be saved before he died.
Why can't I get help from the big ghost before my loved ones are taken away?
Yang Wu doesn’t know.
Fate is so cruel.
He can't blame Tushanjun.
The person he wanted to blame has been killed by him, the mastermind is dead, and his relatives are also dead. Yangwu half-knelt on the ground in pain, lamenting the injustice of the world, blaming himself for coming too late.
But he was only a young boy back then, so how could he turn things around?
"Maybe she's still alive."
A cool and ethereal voice sounded in my ears.
Yang Wu raised his head fiercely.
"After spending so much effort, the organization will not let her die easily."
"They are used to doing business."
Yang Wu didn't understand the familiarity and calmness in the tone of the tall monk in front of him, as if he fully understood the organization's methods of doing things and knew whether the organization would kill people.
Yang Wu chose to believe in him. He had no one else to trust but him.
One big and one little one left.
Happiness comes when it comes and mourning goes when it goes.
The king of the house died at night, and all the guests left unhappy.
Perhaps they were all thinking about how to replace Yeyouzi as the new Lord of the Palace, or they were shocked by the dragon boy and thought about whether they had ever done such a thing in their lives. No one would help them before, but now an alien appears.
Their cultivation level may not be very high, but for ordinary people, they are already much higher.
Monks with such a status are not willing to equate their lives with others. They do not want their lives to be exchanged for a lowly life.
Compared to those, they were even more fortunate that the monk was not a murderous person, otherwise no one would be able to walk out of that hall.
At least for the time being, they have to keep their tail between their legs.
But it won't last long, because there will always be monks who don't want such people to appear.
He will die soon or disappear forever.
Even if his cultivation level is unparalleled in the world.
…
"Not enough spiritual stones."
The unshaven Lai Han put his head on his chest and scanned the storage bag in front of him.
Then he looked at the young man and said, "I, Jin Wuliang, am a good businessman, but your price is too low. Your price is low, but I have to bear huge risks. This is not cost-effective."
The young man looked gloomy and took out another talisman.
"not enough."
Another storage bag.
"not enough!"
Jin Wuliang continued to speak without looking.
Yang Wu was completely angered. When he was angry, traces of murderous aura transpired as if to turn into substance, and his body could not suppress the growth of scales.
He said sternly: "I respect you as a senior and give you three points of thin noodles. This is already far more than the ordinary price."
"Yes, Madman Jin, I am also a regular customer. I have taken eight, if not ten, pieces of information from you, and even introduced you to many businesses. Are you not slapping me in the face?"
The big man standing aside also frowned and couldn't help but open his mouth to make friends.
"Don't talk about it."
"If you take 100 million spiritual stones, I, Jin Wuliang, will price it accordingly."
"If you don't want to, just get out!"
"What the hell?!"
The big man was furious.
He introduced business to Jin Wuliang with good intentions and did not even make a profit on the middle price, just for the sake of friendship.
I didn't expect this person to be so arrogant and so heartless.
If you don’t provide information, you won’t provide information.
They are raising prices again and talking nonsense again.
With an idea coming to him, the big man is about to take action.
"It's okay if you want to know the news, but I have a condition."
Jin Wuliang said confidently.
Yang Wu said in a deep voice: "What conditions?"
Jin Wuliang said: "I want the master behind you to kill someone for me."
Yang Wu's expression changed, he packed up the things in front of him and left without any hesitation.
Since there is no need to talk further, there is no need to say more.
"It's not difficult for the person behind you."
“It’s just a piece of cake!”
Yang Wu has turned his head.
Unexpectedly, an ethereal voice fell: "I agree."
Yangwu's face changed drastically.
He would not allow such a mad dog to threaten that gentleman.
He was not the only one who knew the news.
He doesn't sell it, but others do.
Why do you have to agree to this guy's rude conditions?
So Yang Wu opened his mouth to dissuade the adults from agreeing to this guy's unreasonable request.
Jin Wuliang was overjoyed: "The person I want to kill, I guarantee he will definitely die..."
"Do you understand my rules?"
"yes."
"Then there's no need to talk about it, I'll just come and see it myself."
A blue-white ghost hand poked out from the void.
In the grabbing room, a Nascent Soul was taken out.
"I'm sure."
"The person you want to kill is Nanshan Mansion Lord, because he took your Taoist companion and made him his concubine. He also interrupted your path to immortality. It will be difficult for you to live in this life."
"I always do business fairly."
The owner of the blue-white ghost hand said calmly.
Unlike Jin Wuliang, he will not increase the price at will.
One life accomplishes one thing.
Jin Wuliang had obviously known this person's behavior for a long time, and a painful twist appeared on his face.
He said sternly: "As long as I can kill him, I will risk my own life. My body was crippled by him. If I can't make any progress in this life, I will definitely kill him!"
The blue-white ghost hand retracted into the void: "I heard your wish."
The big man standing aside stood there blankly, his clothes already wet with cold sweat.
Jin Wuliang, such a big living person, turned into dust in an instant.
Then he, a person with similar cultivation to Jin Wuliang, would probably end up with the same fate. The big man swallowed hard, his body trembled unconsciously, and he said tremblingly: "Senior."
"Do you also have an unfulfilled wish?"
"No."
"No no no."
The big man quickly denied it.
It was better to die than to live. He did not want to use his own life to fulfill one wish.
What kind of desire can make people unwilling to live? Cultivation, power, wealth, or hatred.
He has no revenge that he must avenge, and he doesn't resent the damn world. He wants to live well, without any reason, just live a simple and simple life.
…
"grown ups."
"When will you take my life?"
On the road.
Yang Wu asked.
Tushanjun was silent for a long time.
When exactly is it?
It was when the magic power was not enough, or after Yang Wu stabilized his body.
Not now anyway.
At the moment, Tushanjun has no good way to make Martingale survive from death.
The immortal seed was given to Wen Peng, but he has not yet condensed it.
According to the current speed, it is estimated that it will take another three hundred years to condense another undead seed.
He could only pass on the Immortal Sutra to Yang Wu.
Yangwu's talent is pretty good, and he has already scratched the surface of his understanding of the Sutra of Immortality.
It's a pity that even though Yang Wu is very talented, he still hasn't condensed his Tao seeds.
It is still too difficult to understand from the Sutra of Immortality how the Tao body feeds back the body. Perhaps only by thoroughly understanding the true meaning of the Sutra of Immortality and cultivating the Sutra of Immortality to perfection can we cultivate the Tao body of immortality that is no different from Tu Shanjun.
After being given Wen Peng last time, Tu Shanjun felt that the Tao body dyed by the immortal Tao seed seemed to be inferior to his own Tao body.
The Tao body of the Immortal Tao species is more like a simplified version, which can quickly adapt to the monk's body and then infiltrate it into the Immortal Tao body.
Of course, this also has a lot to do with personal perception and the depth of understanding of the scriptures.
Tu Shanjun, as the founder of the Taoist body and the monk who wrote the Immortal Taoist Sutra, has come a long way both in Taoism and in the Taoist body. It is understandable that Wen Peng cannot fully utilize the Taoist body for the time being.
If everyone could suddenly possess the strength of Tushanjun's God-Transformation Realm after obtaining the Tao Seed, then too many geniuses could be created just by relying on the Tao Seed.
As the same saying goes, the master leads you in, and cultivation depends on the individual.
While teaching Yangwu, Tushanjun was also integrating his own magic and magical powers.
"When you understand the Sutra of Immortality."
…
Stone Palace.
The monk sitting cross-legged on the futon and performing his exercises opened his eyes.
What caught his eye was the figure of a young man.
After seeing the young man clearly, the monk said: "You are the seventy-ninth monk who is not from my organization but has stepped into this stone palace in so many years. No one in the first seventy-eight walked out alive."
Yang Wu looked at the monk in the shadow. He was a strange-looking man.
He had a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth, two ears, and flowing black hair. His skin was white with a hint of bronze. It was obviously different from anyone he had ever encountered.
Yang Wu said in a deep voice: "Three years ago, you took away a girl from Yeyouzi."
"give me back!"
"Three-eyed ghost clan?"
The monk looked at Yangwu's forehead.
He still had an impression of the female doll.
The three-eyed ghost clan is a collective term.
Generally, only those who have awakened their three eyes are considered to be members of the three-eyed ghost tribe, and the three-eyed ghost tribe is intelligent and talented in cultivation, and can be sold at a very good price.
This was the case with the female doll last time.
"The Night Wanderer is dead?"
Wang Wuji frowned.
He could see the aura of cleverness in this young man. The young man's physical condition was unstable, and Mo Yue was dodging back and forth with Dzogchen in the late Nascent Soul stage. Logically speaking, it was impossible to kill Yeyouzi who was still in the realm of the transformed spirit.
If the opponent can kill Ye Wanderer, there is a slight possibility of killing him.
"She's not here."
"Where is that?"
Yang Wu originally thought that the other party would not say it easily.
Unexpectedly, Wang Wuji said without any scruples: "Dongyue Royal City."
"Dongyue Royal City?"
"Why are you there?"
"Because a hundred years from now there will be a competition of hundreds of races."
"A competition among hundreds of tribes?"
Wang Wuji explained: "All races in the underworld will always compete with each other for resources, and frictions often occur, so they came up with this method to re-divide."
"There are many races that don't have talented individuals, so they need to buy them from others."
"The organization certainly has a reputation for excellence in this regard."
"I don't care about big or small competitions."
"Who did you sell her to?"
Wang Wuji shook his head slightly: "I can't reveal this."
"If you don't tell me, you'll die."
Wang Wuji sneered and said, "You can't kill me. I'm different from Yeyouzi."
"You'd better listen to him."
A sudden sound sounded.
Wang Wuji's expression changed drastically, he bowed his hands and said, "I wonder where the senior is coming to my humble residence?"
"I don't have a good impression of the organization, or rather, I'm full of bad feelings."
The voice continued.
What Tu Shanjun said is true.
He killed three leaders of the organization.
If Huang Hu hadn't escaped back then, he might have faced off with the hall master of Donghuang.
The underworld is vast, and he originally thought that he would not meet any acquaintances. He did not expect to hear news about the organization and come to the organization's branch again.
Wang Wuji's eyelids twitched and he said without hesitation: "Gandharvas!"
This chapter has been completed!