The mist spreads for thousands of miles, stretching as far as the eye can see.
It was like the blue sky was reflected on the ground, surrounded by city gates rising from the ground. Little monsters were wandering loosely, and some squatted in the corner holding old weapons, yawning sleepily.
The most common things you see in the lake are shrimp soldiers, crab generals, and clam nymphs.
A crystal palace comes into view among the ripples.
Seeing the tall figure holding a weapon walking by, the little monsters did not dare to neglect and hurriedly shouted: "Red General."
The crab spirit squinted its eyes and strode over without any indication.
Deep in the Crystal Palace, the monster with the huge dragon's head suddenly opened its eyes.
The energy around his body was balled up, and his magic power was ready to be unleashed. His eyes narrowed unconsciously, and then he said loudly: "Who is the master? You might as well show up to see me."
The water in front of him moved slightly, and a figure in black robes appeared in front of the dragon monster.
He had red hair and two horns and asked calmly: "Are you the Dragon King of Juting?"
As he spoke, the man looked at the dragon monster with his indifferent eyes. His dark eyes were like a dark abyss, making people feel a bit of bottomless chill in their hearts.
The Juting Dragon King had already stood up and sat upright from his throne.
His fist-sized eyes were circling the red-haired and black-robed man. After thinking for a long time, he still had no impression of the person in front of him. He also confirmed that this was his first time seeing him.
If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a Jindan monk and he couldn't quite understand the specific strength, Juting Dragon King would never be so polite.
"Who is your Excellency?"
The Taoist with red hair and black robe said: "I am Mr. Tushan."
The child's hole of Juting Dragon King shrank unconsciously, and then gradually became normal under control, but even he himself did not notice the extra nervousness: "Tushanjun? The new king of Daheishan?"
"Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated my fellow Taoist yet, but today's Daheishan is already different from what it used to be."
"I just don't know why my fellow Taoist is suddenly looking for me."
Tu Shanjun looked at the Juting Dragon King. Most of the dragons looked similar to real dragons. Although the Juting Dragon King was just a dragon, the huge dragon head could tell that it was a dragon at a glance.
Hearing the words of the Juting Dragon King, Tu Shanjun smiled calmly: "In this time of crisis, the Red Horned Dragon openly rebelled and took away more than 10,000 demon soldiers and ghost soldiers. This must be the Dragon King's handiwork."
"I believe the Dragon King also complained about this matter. It's just because I have to deal with Sunset Mountain, so you didn't take any action."
"Today I am here to settle the cause and effect."
The Dragon King of Juting suddenly stood up and stared at Tushanjun with his gloomy eyes.
"How can we let go of the past? There is no need to break the peace for a small foundation. But if the Ghost King thinks that with Yangcheng behind him, he can have no taboos, he is really wrong."
Tushanjun suddenly laughed.
He didn't have so many words before. Maybe it was because he was older or he had been refining alchemy for too long, so he wanted to say a few more words. In fact, this would not change anything.
Only 10% of the mana can be retained. Without him, Yangcheng will no longer support Daheishan, and by then the demons and monsters in the Netherworld will take action.
The Heavenly Ghost King still covets the resources of Daheishan.
Moreover, he and Juting Dragon King had a bad relationship because of the Red Horned Manglong. There was no guarantee that the other party would not step on Daheishan when he was in dire straits like in the past.
He had suffered big losses before, so Tushanjun had an obsessive suspicion about these malicious intentions.
Whenever there was such an unpleasant encounter, he didn't want to let it go.
Don't think that the other person is weak, so you should be arrogant and think that nothing will happen to you. This kind of thinking often harms you.
There is no need to find any righteous excuse for himself, because he never wants to be a righteous partner. Just like he has killed many people and many monsters along the way.
There are more than 4,000 Yin gods in the Zunhun banner, and it is not clear how many of them are good and evil.
Tu Shanjun raised his ghost hand, his oval nails glowing black and purple, pointed at Juting Dragon King and said: "I can't sleep while you are alive!"
"And, I need your magic power."
The expression of Juting Dragon King changed drastically.
The dragon head's face became more ferocious, and he shouted: "If you can't sleep, then go die."
Having already said this, how could he not know that Tu Shanjun wanted to kill him? As a Jindan monk and the king of Juting Lake, how could he kneel down and beg for mercy just because the other party had his back to Yangcheng?
The magic power bloomed and turned into a flowing dragon-shaped light pillar.
But then Juting Dragon King's eyes widened.
Because the sword fingers made by the ghost hand had already been pointed at his forehead, and just when he was about to open his bloody mouth, he realized that he seemed to be separated from his surroundings. It was a feeling that the power of heaven and earth disappeared instantly.
It's like ordinary people are stuck in a quagmire. The more they struggle, the more difficult it becomes.
He was separated from the world. Although his body was in that state, he should still be able to react. However, when he wanted to use his magic power, he found that he had become very slow.
He doesn't look like a golden elixir monk.
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but sigh: "Every time comes, heaven and earth work together, and the heroes who are transported are not free."
"This move of mine is called Mayfly Two Moments, and it cuts off your time."
The Dragon King of Juting whined and shouted in his heart: "My life is at stake!"
But what he didn't expect was that the red-haired and black-robed Taoist opposite did not kill him, but put something in his hand. The cold touch came, making Juting Dragon King look sideways.
At this glance, surprise followed by astonishment, even disbelief.
What appeared in his hand turned out to be a magic weapon.
As his magic power came into contact with the magic weapon, the red-haired and black-robed Taoist Tong Renzhong in front of him extinguished his energy. The red hair dissipated and the black robe disappeared, as if the outer shell had been peeled off, revealing a monk in front of him.
The realm of the early stage of Jindan.
Still a dead man.
The Dragon King of Juting clenched the magic weapon in his hand and murmured: "Dead?"
Then he looked at the magic weapon in his hand, and the magic power was poured into it.
The magic weapon manifested itself, and a long pole fell into his hand. Countless lifelike evil ghosts were painted on the fluttering flags, each of them seemed to jump out of the soul flag at any time.
"What the hell is going on?"
"magic weapon……"
The Dragon King of Juting was about to look over. It didn't matter. He was so frightened that he threw away the soul flag in his hand.
Not because of anything else, but because there are seven golden elixir yin gods in the magic weapon.
"Backlash."
Before he could recover from the panic, Juting Dragon King's eyes suddenly darkened.
In the sea of consciousness, he was a Yin Shen in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. He could not survive even one round when facing Tushanjun, who was in the late stage of the Golden Elixir. He was captured immediately, and then was sent into the Zunhun Banner amid shouts and roars.
The Soul Banner has another Jindan Yin Shen.
The Dragon King of Juting, no, it should be Tu Shanjun now, his eyes slowly became brighter.
The eyes turned pitch black, his voice was indifferent, and his body shape was also that of Tu Shanjun. He casually transformed the body of Juting Dragon King into his own, and then he said, "I'm still a little unaccustomed to it."
However, the mana has finally been replenished.
However, Tu Shanjun discovered something.
That is, although his cultivation has increased, it is not much.
Most of the nutrients are still absorbed by the soul flag, and the most important thing is that the original trace of the lake is still the same.
After cultivating the golden elixir, he is no longer as ignorant as before.
Coupled with the manifestation of the legal domain, it proves one's own way.
However, this time, not to mention the Tao of magical powers, even the realm of law was replenished as before.
Originally, Tu Shanjun thought that as long as his cultivation level continued to accumulate, it would be enough.
However, what is the chance that a person who has no Taoism but the cultivation level to fill it up will eventually achieve Taoism? He dare not say for sure, but there is definitely no way to withstand the thunder tribulation.
"Why is there no Tao?"
This Tao is Tushanjun's own Tao, and he can understand it. However, without the continuation of the Tao, it is equivalent to a broken bridge that prevents people from crossing the river. Even if they know the scene on the other side, they cannot step into it.
For the monks, it is like a magic spell that reflects the beauty of the mirror.
"The growth of the main soul's cultivation level is not considered powerful, but the body of the soul flag has been faintly improved."
"If we continue to improve like this, we will soon face thunder tribulation, and the main soul's cultivation level cannot reach its peak. Even if it reaches its peak, without magical powers, the legal domain alone is still not complete enough.
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Tushanjun frowned.
He has never worried about this kind of problem before, nor has he seriously considered it. Xu Shi has been separated from the Banner Master for seven years, and has devoted his Tao to the cultivation of alchemy, so his Tao is a little embarrassed.
This time, the backlash against the Dragon King of Juting has exposed problems that had not been paid attention to before.
"Is it because the Banner Master who I took the initiative to counterattack cannot continue my Dao, or is it because the Dragon King Juting has no Dao himself, so he cannot complete my Dao, so he can only make a fuss about his cultivation."
No matter what it is, the Zunhun Banner must be controlled by the banner master. Otherwise, just by relying on him to backfire like this, the cultivation level will be piled up, but there will be no Tao to support it.
Don't talk about becoming an immortal.
The next thunder tribulation will turn the magic weapon Zunhun Banner into flying ashes.
Even if you are lucky enough to survive once, the advancement of spiritual treasures in the future will still require overcoming tribulations. Without Tao, it means that you are inherently inferior to monks of the same level and cannot be invincible at the same level. The magic weapon of the Soul Banner will be greatly reduced.
The main soul of Tushanjun will become useless.
You will also lose your initiative and voice.
It will really become an ordinary magic weapon.
Lost in public.
Finally, he was wiped out in an unsurvivable disaster.
Tu Shanjun looked at the scarlet interface that was summoned, changed his calmness and indifference, and cursed loudly: "Damn system, you have no fucking effect at all, you don't even have an explanation, and it makes me happy for nothing."
Maybe he knows that no matter how much he curses, it will be useless.
Tushanjun turned around and laughed again.
"Hahaha!"
This laughter did not sound happy at all, but was full of bitterness and helplessness.
The helplessness of the great monks in the late Jindan period.
After scolding and laughing, Tushanjun calmed down and regained his former composure.
The stern face showed no change in emotion.
Tu Shanjun understands that there are gains and losses, and if you want to become stronger, you will also make sacrifices.
If one could simply attain Taoism and become an immortal, then all the immortals in this world would be immortals.
Take away the golden body left by Juefa and leave the Crystal Palace of Juting Dragon King.
Tushanjun turned into a stream of light and fled towards Dahei Mountain.