There was no brilliance as imagined, let alone earth-shattering pressure. Even when Tu Shanjun said his name, the power of his consciousness, which was as bright as the sun, was restrained and not leaking.
If anything, he was actually walking.
The steps are not big but not wrong at all.
At the same time, his dark golden pupils couldn't help but look at Tushanjun.
That external face is quite handsome. Immortal cultivators are mostly nourished by spiritual energy, warmed by magic power, and their bones and skin are not bad, unless they practice the kind of martial arts that will change their appearance and body.
Otherwise, the monk would not have grown too ridiculously tall.
But under that handsome skin, there is not the original appearance of Tushanjun.
That's a bald monk.
'Seize the body...'
'Not like.'
'The monk is dead, and the one alive now is... a ghost.'
Master Yuyan stared at Tushanjun silently.
Of course, Tushanjun noticed the gaze of Master Yuyan, and the other party did not hide it at all.
At this moment, he realized how terrifying the Golden Core cultivator was.
It’s not about cultivation or strength, but about hundreds of years of accumulated knowledge, detailed analysis of things, and the openness to adapt quickly.
Master Yuyan must have seen that he was using Juefa's body, but such a strange thing did not frighten him. Instead, he looked at it with a curious look.
Tushanjun suddenly understood.
In the past, he was actually narrow-minded, but in fact they were not like this.
What monks adhere to is their own desire for enlightenment, rather than stubbornness in their own opinions, not listening or watching, and only guarding their own one-third of an acre of land.
On the contrary, they accept strange things more quickly.
Cultivation, in the final analysis, is not some metaphysical and illusory thing, but the progress of simple materialism.
Explore the laws of the movement of heaven and earth, and then make use of these laws.
Strengthen the body, train the Yinshen, and use the body and the Tao to move the world.
The Golden elixir realm is the Golden Elixir monk's expression of his inner world, so the realm has such powerful power.
After being in a trance, Tushanjun came back to his senses and bowed slightly to salute.
This time Master Yuyan had a look of surprise in his eyes.
He didn't say anything about what was going on with this man. He just saw him, a monk at the peak of the golden elixir, and he had an epiphany.
Although I don't know what Tu Shanjun has realized, it is obvious that his sharp aura has become thicker: 'Such an understanding?'
"Young man, how old are you?"
Tu Shanjun was slightly stunned. He didn't seem to expect that Master Yuyan would ask him such a topic. He immediately thought about it and said, "Senior, I can't remember clearly. He must be seventy or eighty years old."
In fact, this is still counting the age in my previous life. If I only count my age in this life, I will be less than fifty years old.
There may be some fifty-year-old Golden Core cultivators in the top sects in the Xiaohuang Realm, but don't even think about fifty-year-old Golden Core cultivators in the later stages.
A slight difference can make a thousand miles difference. The higher the level of monks, the greater the gap between small realms.
The eleventh level of Qi training can establish a gap in realms for monks. After that, the blurred realms are divided into front, middle, back and peak. It is not because the gap is small, but because the gap is too big. No matter how detailed the division is, it is useless.
Once you step in, you have stepped in. If you don't step in, you will never understand that realm.
Therefore there is no need to divide it into those subtleties.
"Can we start a family?"
Tu Shanjun was even more confused, but he still shook his head.
To be honest, he had never thought about this problem.
If it was in his previous life, he would have had aspirations. But in the world of cultivating immortals, and living in the state of a magic weapon, all he could do was become an immortal.
He originally thought that Master Yuyan should be similar to Master Chiyun who guarded Dongyuan. Master Chiyun practiced the fire element technique, and Master Yuyan should also be of the fire element, so they should have similar personalities.
Unexpectedly, Master Yueyan was not strict, nor did he have any airs like a senior.
The look he looked at was not as scrutinizing as Master Chiyun.
If it looks like anything, it looks a bit like a lazy old man guarding the door of a clan ancestral hall, holding his sleeves, smoking a cigarette and basking in the sun.
Of course, this old man is not weak at all. His burly figure is slightly more than half a head taller than Tushanjun.
"Can you drink?"
"meeting."
"Spiritual wine brewed from the heart of the earth for thousands of years." Master Yuyan took out a wine pot surrounded by fire dragons.
The hot breath hit my face.
Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up.
He casually swept aside the documents on the Ghost King's desk, moved the stone table to the central door of the hall, took two low stools and said, "Senior, please."
Under the shadow of the moon, Master Yuyan pulled out two cold dragon cups surrounded by dark ice flames from his storage bag.
"The earth's core fire dragon brew needs the extremely cold cup as a lining."
Tu Shanjun looked at the spiritual wine with a faint dragon roar echoing in the cup. It was actually not a dragon roar, but the sound produced by the collision of the earth's fire dragon brew and the cold dragon cup, and the wonderful scene created by the intertwining of ice and fire.
The two toasted together.
Master Yuyan did not drink the full drink, but asked: "Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Don't worry about the poison in the wine."
Tu Shanjun said calmly: "I was afraid, so I checked everything inside and outside this morning."
If he couldn't detect any abnormality with his late-stage golden elixir spiritual consciousness, then the other party's methods were really ridiculously high, so he wouldn't be short of this glass of wine.
Tu Shanjun didn't pretend to be grand and just raised his glass and drank without looking at anything.
As he said, it had been checked long ago.
Master Yuyan laughed and said: "Young people are so interesting. I used to..."
Perhaps he was talking about something that he didn't want to talk about anymore. Master Yuanyan didn't finish his words, but raised the wine bottle in his hand: "Don't worry, I promised someone when I came here that I won't fight with you."
"As I get older, my old arms and legs can't stand the torment."
As he spoke, he drank the spirit brew in his hand in one gulp.
Mr. Tushan doesn’t believe what Master Yuyan said.
Golden elixir peak monks are already the highest level that God allows living beings to practice on their own. Only beyond this level will they really attract the attention of Lei Jie. How can such people who stand at the top be so easy to mess with?
What's more, the old monster in front of me is an old monster who has lived for eight hundred years.
Tu Shanjun stared at the wine bottle in his hand for a long time, then raised his neck and drank.
Ice and fire intertwined and bloomed, greatly stimulating the taste buds. After entering the stomach, the strong mellow aroma blended into the limbs and bones. Not only the meridians rushing with mana, but also the silent blood in the blood vessels seemed to be burning in the abyss.
Tu Shanjun was surprised to find that the scene in front of him seemed to be spinning, and even the Yin Shen that was originally so clear became silent.
The old ape in cassock, who was visualizing the true meaning, seemed to be drunk too. He swayed around and performed a set of drunken fists.
Even if this body is in the early stage of the golden elixir, it shouldn't be so easy to get drunk, and it will also get drunk with the true meaning of the spiritual consciousness condensed by the Yin Shen and the visual method.
"This wine is intoxicating."
"What's the point of drinking wine that doesn't make you drunk? If you want to wake up, you can use your magic power to evaporate the spirit wine to wake up." Master Yuyan poured himself another glass and spoke calmly.
Tushanjun grinned.
Nowadays, every bit of his mana is very precious, and it would be foolish to use it to evaporate spiritual wine.
How much mana he has left can probably be seen by the monk at the peak of the golden elixir in front of him.
Tu Shanjun is no longer the impulsive young man he used to be, so how could he ruin a major event just because of what was in the cup?
But he needs to drink this cup to the fullest.
There will be nothing to say until you drink it.
Master Yuyan took Tushanjun's look into his eyes.
He didn't express his thoughts clearly, but he already knew the actual situation.
The ghost in front of me probably relies on this mysterious method of occupying other people's bodies and stealing mana.
Master Yuyan has already taken a thorough look at Tu Shanjun's situation. He just doesn't quite understand why Tu Shanjun is still so calm and does not see any fear or fear. This cannot be faked.
The seven emotions and six desires are the basic emotions of human beings. Thoughts can suppress them for a while but cannot suppress them for a lifetime. Even more powerful monks cannot avoid them.
Both of them seemed to know what the other wanted and the confidence in their hands.
As he drank cups of spiritual wine, Tu Shanjun felt that his thoughts had become chaotic. When he turned his head and looked around, he saw Master Yuyan standing up and standing in the Ghost King Palace, seemingly observing Daheishan City.
The cross street lights are bright with candles, and the mist is filled with bright light and soft drums.
The demons and ghosts were less aggressive and more autumnal in a different way. The demon soldiers and ghost soldiers were in order, just like the forces of a prince. Although they were about to face a powerful enemy, they still did not feel despair.
Just seeing such a scene, a slightly strange look appeared on Master Yuyan's face.
With such an obvious expression, how could Tu Shanjun not see it.
This is not a surprise, but the strange feeling that it feels like the elders are watching the younger ones tinkering with things, but in reality they are just playing house.
"Senior, what do you have to say?"
Master Yuyan explained: "Your formations are used well, but the level of your battle formations seems to be still at the level of ordinary mortals' conquests, and you only have two transporting spirit boats..."
All in all, it is useless except for the defensive formation.
In Master Yuyan's description of the monks' war, it is not that the other party sends out high-level combat forces to other people's territory, but a game between the two forces.
After conquering the city, the Lingzhou battleship group spread out to cover the city and established a supply line.
Then a steady stream of monks within the force were transported to the front line.
The monks will form different battle formations, and the monks will use battle formation weapons to connect them to exert a power that exceeds the total strength of the monks.
High-level monks sit in the army, locking the opponent's high-level combat power and waiting for the right time.
Low-level monks and mainstays boarded battleships and went to the front line to fight.
Blocking the door directly like Tushanjun generally cannot solve the problem.
The sect's formation rose up, and even the Golden Core monks could not break it. At this time, if you want to break the formation, it is either an internal problem, or you can only use the offensive magic weapon carried by the giant spirit boat, an Arrancar.
If it weren't for the fact that Tu Shanjun was a master of formations and had done some tricks on the Chiwu Sect's formation in advance, he would have returned in vain.
Sect power does not exist alone, it is a stepped dependence relationship.
Tu Shanjun had no idea about these things before.
I can't explain it clearly in a few words.
Master Yuyan spoke highly of the mountain-protecting formation of Dahei Mountain.