The tomb was built in a spectacular way, shaped like an underground palace.

There is no sunlight invasion, only the night pearl emits a faint light.

Although I was in Dan Peak here, I didn’t feel any heat. The cool air conditioner was coming towards me, and the air conditioner also blew the corners of the red-haired monk’s robe.

Cross the Chonggong Changning.

Step into a hall.

The formation emits deep light, and there is a hanging coffin in the center of the formation.

In the distance of the coffin, which is at the end of the hall, is a seat, and there is a person sitting vaguely.

"Report to Master, this is..."

Zhou Yufeng bowed respectfully and said.

Tushanjun nodded slightly.

He already knows it.

After personally leading the master to arrive, Zhou Yufeng safely withdrew from the hall and opened the formation to isolate the inside and outside.

Then, he stood at the palace gate with his hands down and waited quietly. This made Tushanjun look at him with admiration. He thought Zhou Yufeng needed him to give some advice before he knew what to do.

After all, such geniuses mostly focus on their own practice and practice, and rarely understand the difficulties of others.

Even if a flash of my heart, I am afraid that I will be indifferent because of the aristocrats.

The red-haired monk, who had no words, walked up to the coffin and whispered: "I'm back."

It seemed that this sentence woke up the figure in the distance, or the arrival of the monk, and made him instinctively get up and fly. In an instant, the slightly illusory figure had already walked in front of Tushanjun.

It was Zhou Xinglie.

Yin Shen's eyes were dull and supported by a fourth-grade Huanyue Moon Flower.

"well."

Tushanjun sighed, grabbed the blood jade gourd around his waist, and sat down at the stairs.

I left without saying goodbye, but I didn’t expect that when I came back, I had already separated from heaven and man forever. I remember that in order to balance the power disputes at that time, I accepted Zhou Xinglie as a registered disciple. Later, Zhou Xinglie practiced to the Jindan and worshipped him as a disciple.

At that time, the sect was invented and everything was in trouble.

All transactions are handled properly.

Except for his cultivation level, he was very pleased by Tushanjun.

The battles in the south and north of Xingluo Sea never retreated.

In every battle, you must lead by example.

Whether it is his disciple or a disciple of Taiyi Sect.

Zhou Xinglie is all very outstanding.

Tu Shanjun also knew that his talent was not enough to support him to go further.

Zhou Xinglie's death was also expected.

However, after the incident really happened, he was still melancholy, as if he had done a bad job, so he could not keep this disciple whom he solemnly accepted into the Taiyi Sect.

If he had not left the sect, he would be able to protect one or two of them during the battle with Kunpeng Sect.

If he could have found Senior Flying Fire earlier and learn that the ability of the Jindan monk Qiang Yue Yuanying could have allowed Xing Lie to prolong his life for 800 years. Even if he did not survive again, it would have been quite a lot for 800 years.

Tushanjun was silent.

Are there many?

few.

It's so pitiful.

But it's just day and night.

Unfortunately, these eight hundred years have not continued.

If the Yin God still retains his mind, Tushan Jun will definitely dissuade Zhou Xinglie from reincarnating and re-cultivating. Even if the cultivation world generally believes that the reincarnated self is not himself, he is still "living".

Seeing the current situation, he hesitated instead.

The underworld is not peaceful, and reincarnation may not be successful.

Maybe even the true spirit will be destroyed in the end.

How could you talk about whether to live or not at that time?

I'm afraid I end up scattering.

Although the body enters the soul banner, although it will never be reborn, it is still a destination.

As Senior Brother Taiyi said, he always wants to find another way for his disciples.

Although Taiyi did not say this path clearly, the meaning inside was very obvious, which was to press the treasure on Tushanjun and count on thousands of great powers to return to one person.

This trust and responsibility are so heavy that even a mid-stage Venerable dare not take it.

...

“How long has it been?”

"Half a month passed."

Zhou Yufeng bowed.

"You've been guarding the door?"

"I've really been guarding the door."

Fang Yingxue frowned and said, "You should persuade the ancestor. You are the Great Truth Lord."

Zhou Yufeng shook his head slightly and said, "Mother, your Taoist practice is not enough, so I don't know how powerful the ancestor is. Not to mention the Nascent Soul Great True Lord, I am afraid that the peak Great True Lord, or even the Venerable, is not the opponent of the ancestor."

Fang Yingxue was shocked: "This...can't be."

"The ancestor was indeed at the peak."

"The attitude of Supreme Elder Chonghao has already explained everything."

Zhou Yufeng continued: "The persuasion of others by such monks is useless. Besides, we are on the opposite side. We don't want our father to follow the ancestor, but our father hopes to continue to follow the ancestor."

"All the choices are in the hands of the ancestor."

Of course Fang Yingxue knew this truth.

She was the one who had survived from that era.

Perhaps the ancestor's cultivation level was not as strong as it is now, but the oppression brought by it was real.

Faced with such monks, all they can do is wait.

However, if it weren't for the opportunity to reincarnate and re-cultivate, Fang Yingxue would not be so stubborn, and she still hoped that Zhou Xinglie would come back.

...

Sitting withered for half a month.

Tushanjun stood up.

With a wave of his sleeves, his white palms opened, and a small banner with black and blood-red patterns appeared in his hand. It was covered with blue faces and black backgrounds, with golden threads sealed the edges, and hundreds of ghosts traveling at night, thousands of troops and horses, and the clouds rolled and unfolded, and the fog was looming. With a light wave, it turned into a soul banner about 100 feet long.

The banners hang down like iron rolls.

Among them, the evil spirits and evil ghosts seem to be about to crawl out of it.

Tushanjun held the soul banner: "I have been wandering in this life, and I have never expected whether I live or die. If I want to do that, I am afraid that there will be a disaster."

A complex mood flashed in the red-haired monk's eyes, and in the end he decided to resist all this silently.

"You want to go with me."

"Then let us master and apprentice go."

He held the soul banner with both hands and waved it gently. The originally iron-rolled banner seemed to instantly turn into soft silk, covering the head of the Yin Shen in front of him.

Looking at the empty tomb chamber in front of him, Tu Shanjun held the coffin.

Everything is in vain.

This is the first time he took the initiative to collect Yin Shen from his relatives and friends.

Of course, the disciples of Taiyi Sect were the same, but after all, they were too far apart from things. At that time, Taiyi took action first and then reported everything, and made a foregone conclusion. Only after Tushanjun woke up did he inform him that such rules were retained.

Let him take the initiative to do it, this should be the first time.

Just like when Taiyi once said that Yu Long was allowed to take charge of the Soul Banner, Tushan Jun strongly opposed it.

Yu Long was also a disciple of the sect, or a disciple of Taiyi True Transmission. If such a cultivator followed the rules, he would definitely continue to contribute to the sect after his death. At that time, Tushanjun's opposition was due to the future of his disciples.

Yu Long has a very good talent and now he seems to be expected to become a Venerable.

Holding the Soul Banner can easily lead to the other party's life.
To be continued...