Zhang Ran pushed Ding Xie away, stretched out his hand and touched the three acupuncture points on the top of his head.
Mana forms powerful force to block the three major acupoints.
"Wanfa Heavenly Sacrifice Technique!"
Most of the characteristics that belonged to the Rakshasa Void tribe quickly disappeared, and Zhang Ran regained his human appearance. The wounds on his body healed quickly, and even his originally pale face became more beautiful.
It has a strange blood-red color.
Seeing these changes in Zhang Ran, Ding Xie's pupils narrowed by half: "Junior brother,..."
"Senior brother, my death is a foregone conclusion."
"After this method, it will be difficult for the gods to save you."
Then Zhang Ran cut open his chest and took out half of a bloody white prism.
As the prism was held in his hand, the changes that had seemed good at first faded away quickly.
Zhang Ran raised his arms with a slight trembling, and his voice was extremely weak: "Senior brother, this is my legacy. Putting it on will protect you from being discovered by people from the Rakshasa Clan."
"There is not much time, you should go."
"I know, you must have something very important."
He and Ding Xie have been together for thirty years, so he naturally understands Ding Xie's character.
He just values love and justice too much.
Such people are so easy to deceive.
Sixth Transformation Rejuvenation Pill must be very important to Ding Xie, otherwise he would not choose such a healing medicine.
Over the years, the two have had an inseparable friendship, helping each other through dangerous situations. It can be regarded as a life-long friendship.
Are these all fake?
Zhang Ran doesn’t think so.
Sometimes people are always in control and cannot do whatever they want.
The idea that he has been instilled in him since he was a child is that family is everything, and he must clear the way for the Rakshasa Clan and unblock the cave.
Because of this, many tribesmen have died.
Many of the people he knew as a child were never seen again.
Over the next thirty years, while learning knowledge, he also met Ding Xie.
Ding Xie's experience also taught him that he should resist his family. The monks and the family must always have one end in mind. There is no such thing as the best of both worlds. Sometimes he should be selfish and think more about himself.
While resisting the ideals he had grown up with since he was a child, and at the same time having to work hard for it, Zhang Ran felt tremendous pressure all the time, which made him unable to breathe.
It was as if a big hand was strangling his neck, lifting him into the air, and watching him struggle.
After all, personal power is limited.
Talents are limited, resources are limited, and some things cannot go against one's Taoist conscience, otherwise the entry will be stuck and inner demons will breed.
I don’t know how long it will take to suppress my inner demons.
Becoming an immortal is simply the most difficult thing in the world.
This is the slogan I shouted when I entered Taoism.
I have never seen anyone achieve it.
It is in this entanglement that Zhang Ran lives until now.
Even if Ding Xie's elixir wasn't for something more important, he wouldn't take it.
As he said, he was tired.
"Brother, let's go quickly."
"Jindan monk will be here soon."
"Let's go!"
Zhang Ran leaned on the blood rock, his trembling arms could no longer hold up, and he just reluctantly raised his head.
The blood burst open and flowed into small puddles.
Hesitant?
hesitate.
Ding Xie hesitated and struggled for a long time before taking out the Sixth Transformation Rejuvenation Pill, but his life was at stake and it was still in front of him. He wanted to save Zhang Ran, and he had a saving pill in his hand.
It's like he has to do multiple choice questions every time.
What should I choose?
For Ding Xie, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. He is very talkative, but he never talks about any friendship.
Tushanjun helped him so much, he remembered it and put it into action, and never said much.
He feels that the same should be true for people's interactions with each other.
It's just that he usually talks non-stop, but today he is very silent.
Watching his friend of thirty years die in front of him, he didn't understand why he always had to make choices and why he couldn't save him.
Silently, his mouth was only trembling, and he clenched the jade box containing the elixir tightly. Ding Xie's eyes were reddish, and his voice was a little more choked: "Junior brother, I'm sorry."
Zhang Ran shook his head slightly: "I lied to you."
"It's all fake."
"Let's go quickly!"
Tu Shanjun rarely met Zhang Ran, and his impressions of him were neither likes nor dislikes.
I just feel like I am another person who is bound by shackles.
The scene in front of him seemed familiar, making Tu Shanjun unconsciously think of Li Qingfeng, the person who regarded him as a friend.
"Time is running out."
"If you run for your life, only one person can survive. The other disciples of Wanfa Sect cannot survive the rescue."
"Since we want to save people, let's not give up halfway."
"I have a proposal, but I don't know if you will accept it?"
The first two sentences were spoken to Ding Xie, but the last sentence was spoken to Zhang Ran, who was lying in a pool of blood.
Tu Shanjun looked directly at Zhang Ran with his scarlet eyes, his expression calm.
Ding Xie suddenly woke up and thought of something. He quickly looked at Tushan Jun, shook his head and said, "No, that method won't work."
"If my junior brother dies, he can still be reincarnated as a true spirit. Once... he will never be reincarnated."
Zhang Ran tilted his head and looked at Tu Shanjun and asked, "What can we do?"
Tu Shanjun raised his hand, and the soul banner in Ding Xie's arms suddenly opened: "If you enter the banner with your soul, my strength will be upgraded to the golden elixir realm, and I will have the ability to fight with the opponent. For an hour, I can hold on
."
Ding Xie was about to cut off the supply of mana and call Tushanjun back.
"Save yourself, or save other sect members?" Tu Shanjun's voice rang in his ears, causing his consciousness to channel his mana to pause.
He no longer wanted to make a choice.
If you really enter the Zunhun Banner, you may never have a chance to come out. The people inside don't even have self-awareness.
How could he, as the banner master, not know these things?
Wen Yue was Tu Shanjun's disciple and he didn't even have consciousness. Tu Shanjun had nothing to do about it, so how could he possibly preserve Zhang Ran's consciousness.
When the time comes, Zhang Ran will become a puppet who only knows how to fight.
But Tu Shanjun's words made him stop.
If Zhang Ran, who is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, enters the Soul Banner, Tu Shanjun's strength is likely to be upgraded to the golden elixir realm, and he will be able to compete with the golden elixirs of the Rakshasa Void Clan.
Even if he can't defeat him, the same Jindan monk can resist for an hour, and he will definitely be able to persist until the sect's rescue.
"But!"
Tears fell from the corners of his eyes unconsciously, and Ding Xie struggled and clenched his fists.
Although the reincarnation of the true spirit no longer counts as oneself, it can still be said to be alive after all.
If the Yin spirit enters the banner, it will become a slave controlled by the banner.
"He can't make a decision."
"You do it." Tu Shanjun looked at Zhang Ran.
He has made it very clear.
If Zhang Ran felt that he could not enter the flag, Tushanjun would not force him, he would definitely turn around and leave with Ding Xie.
Zhang Ran looked at Ding Xie, then at the black soul-honoring flag in Tu Shanjun's hand, nodded and said: "Okay!"
"After entering the banner, you will lose consciousness and be controlled by the soul banner and the banner owner."
"I'm not going to lie to you either. Ding Xie is the master of the banner, and I am just the main soul of the soul banner." Tu Shanjun threw the soul banner over, and the Zhang Xu soul banner was inserted diagonally on the rock on the ground and stood in front of Zhang Ran.
"You need to make a decision early because time is running out."
As he spoke, Tushanjun looked towards the corridor ahead.
He could feel the strong wind coming from the opposite side, and it would not take long for the Fissure Golden Pill to arrive.
"Brother, is what he said true?"
"It's true." Ding Xie hurriedly stopped Zhang Ran, and at the same time reached out to pull up the soul flag.
He is a person who doesn't like to make choices, and he doesn't want to be forced to make choices.
Zhang Ran couldn't help but laugh.
Now that Senior Brother Ding is the banner master, things will be much easier to handle.
He threw out half of the prism crystal, closed his eyes suddenly, and directly chose to end his life.
The moment the Yin spirit leaves the body, it flies into the soul flag.
Even Tu Shanjun couldn't help but be surprised. This man is really a ruthless person.
If he heard such conditions, he would not agree to anything.
Maybe this is the collision of different ideas.
"Fellow Taoist, please enter the flag." Tu Shanjun said silently in his heart.
The Yin Shen at the peak of Foundation Establishment, no, to be precise, it should be the Yin Shen Ruban at the fake elixir realm.
The soul flags are fluttering in the wind.
"Junior Brother!" When Ding Xie got the Prism Crystal Relic, he also saw Zhang Ran getting into the Soul Banner. He yelled and tried to stop it, but it was already too late.
Tushanjun's aura rose rapidly.
The hood of the black cloak woven on his body was burned away by the magic power, revealing Tushanjun's head.
Scarlet red hair danced wildly, sitting cross-legged in the air, and the evil spirits around him crazily squeezed into the soul flag.
Most of the illusory golden elixir suspended in the Dantian of the tall body solidified in an instant.
Tu Shanjun's body structure is the same as that of ordinary people, except that he has no magic power, and the magic power to activate himself and the magic requires the supply of the banner master.
…
Inside the ruins branch hall.
The golden elixir monk in the black crack pulled out.
The crack is completely open.
The figure of the faceless stone statue collapsed and exposed, gradually half-kneeling on the ground, with the giant eye on its neck half-open and half-closed. Apparently no one interfered, and the entire crack was not greatly affected, but stabilized.
The golden elixir monk stood in the sky.
Then, he stepped down from the air.
He was wearing a gray robe with white cuticles all over his body.
His body shape is similar to that of an ordinary person, except that he appears taller and has more strange-shaped organs on his body.
The facial features are similar, the eyes have black whites and red pupils, and the corners of the mouth move slightly, revealing a set of sharp fangs.
The whole person is like a hot little sun, which makes people dare not look directly.
This is the oppressive feeling of a complete golden elixir. Every move and every move carries great power, which is simply not something that a 70% disabled person like Master Shiyin can do.
However, compared to Master Yuyan from Yangcheng, this person seems to be stretched thin.
It should be due to insufficient cultivation and crossing the cracks in the cave and sky. The cultivation is slightly unstable.
The golden elixir monk of the Rakshasa Void Clan used his seal as soon as he walked out of the crack. The crack that had originally expanded to nine feet formed a door under the blessing of his seal.
There was a figure flashing behind the door.
He is just a pioneer sent by Dongtian, and his cultivation level is not very high.
As the door expanded, a white figure walked out of the door.
At a glance, their monks were only at the foundation-building level.
Many Rakshasa Xu clansmen in the foundation-building realm half-knelt on the ground and saluted: "Elder."
"Go and capture those Wanfa Sect disciples."
Suddenly, a powerful wave of mana came from the front.
The Rakshasa tribesmen who were in the golden elixir realm suddenly turned their heads and turned into light-escapers.