Hearing this familiar voice, Master Yuhuan almost cried with excitement.
The ghost hand that fell on his shoulder obviously didn't weigh much, but it made him almost unable to stand and collapsed to the ground. The coldness turned into a biting chill. Just a little bit, he would cry out for help like the Master of the Earthly Corpse.
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As a peak master, he can at least block the Nascent Soul Master for a moment. Coupled with his own trump card, he should have no problem saving his life for a while, but this does not mean that he is not afraid.
It’s not like his True Lord has never told him that no matter how powerful the True Lord Yuanying is, he is limited. Who would have thought that when he took action, he would realize that he was wrong. It was a big mistake. True Lord Yuanying was too terrifying!
"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"
The stern scolding was like the breeze sweeping away the dark fog in the sky, and the heaven and earth were clear, the morning was bright, and the warm sunshine finally came back and spread on everyone.
The warmth it brought dispelled the cold and covered them with golden light.
The Demon Sect monks cheered.
No matter which sect they are monks from, at least they are the Nascent Soul True Lord from the Hehuan Sect, and they can benefit a lot. Moreover, since the True Lord is here, it means they don’t need to continue fighting life and death.
The strength of the Sovereign Soul Demon Lord was too terrifying, and they had long since lost the courage to continue fighting.
Seeing the sky clearing up, the righteous monks couldn't help but celebrate their lives after the disaster, but they were more at a loss and afraid of fighting. After taking a long breath, they felt exhausted and tired.
The golden elixir masters stooped to the magic weapon without any image, and those who took the elixir took the elixir to heal their wounds.
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The precious light of magical power strikes.
Tu Shanjun's eyes condensed, and countless strands of black energy gathered in the sky to form a solid evil ghost. The soul flags and ghosts gathered together here. They waved their palms to crush the treasure light and appeared in front of the chariot.
The meaning of the fist is like a mountain leveling the world.
The bed chariot's roof was thrown off by the evil ghost's punch, and was turned into pieces under the strangulation of the fist. The strange beast holding the bed chariot had no time to avoid being crushed into pieces by the fist, and it did not even roar or scream.
The evil ghost's figure faded into mist and returned to the soul flag.
Tu Shanjun, who was holding the soul flag, said coldly: "You hide your head and show your tail, don't you dare to show your true colors to others?"
The scarlet eyes focused on the figure that was blasted out.
The golden elixir female cultivator, whose clothes were as thin as cicada's wings, nestled in the arms of the True Monarch, who was so handsome that it was impossible to identify his gender. He was wearing a flowing cloud gown.
The man did not continue to take action, but took off his long robe and wrapped the female companion next to him. Then he smiled and held his hands in apology and said: "I am also eager to save people, so I took action in a hurry. I also hope that my Taoist friend Haihan, Haihan.
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Lord Tushan laughed with a smile on his face, and ordered his disciples to test him without saying anything. To be greeted by him with a smile on his face despite his counterattack, the true Lord of the Hehuan Sect is really capable of bending and stretching.
Long Jun, who was overlooking the fight, exclaimed: "This guy's strength is really extraordinary, even the old demon Qingshang was suppressed. But as said, he is a hot-tempered guy who is not easy to talk to."
"It's better to invite that fellow Taoist to come up first."
Soar into the sky.
At an altitude of 10,000 meters.
"The three fellow Taoists have arrived long ago."
Tu Shanjun glanced over, and he sensed more than one breath.
Counting these three, there are four Nascent Soul Lords who came to Yangcheng. If the Nascent Soul Lords from the Netherworld are excluded, all the Nascent Soul Lords from the Xiaohuang Realm are here.
The dragon chariot was seen when Tu Shanjun came out of Xiaodongtian. The opponent was the Nascent Soul Lord of Wanfa Sect.
The Nascent Soul Lord sitting cross-legged on the crane is wearing a black and white robe. You don't need to look carefully to know that he is another Yuanying Lord from the Wanfa Sect.
The two true kings of Wanfa Sect are here.
The last one is wearing a coral-like dragon horn and has a strong aura. He must be the old dragon king from Mo Palace.
Tushanjun calculated the remaining mana.
When suppressing the True Lord Yuanying of the Hehuan Sect, he used 15% of his mana. He also lost more than 30% of his mana in fighting with more than a hundred masters and the large formations set up in the Xiaohuang Region.
The Youshen Demonic Pill was supplemented, but it was not enough to support him in fighting a complete Nascent Soul Lord.
Precisely because he knew this, Tu Shanjun wanted to kill more golden elixir masters to increase his strength to prevent Yuanying from controlling the spiritual treasures.
In the face of the temptation of the Yuanying of the Hehuan Sect, he used the magical power of Baigui Yexing, pinched the Yin Shen in the soul flag and gave him a powerful blow.
Long Jun waved his hand slightly to sweep away the curtain of his shirt, cupped his hands and said, "Mo Palace, Mo Long, I have met Taoist friend."
Tu Shanjun returned the gift with his hands raised: "Your soul has met Taoist friend."
His knowledge of Mo Palace was still about the gathering of demon cultivators and Mo Shisan. In fact, he had very little contact with Mo Palace. The Dragon Lord of Mo Palace lived in seclusion and he had never seen him before.
Of course, in the past, Tushanjun always avoided monks with strong cultivation to avoid being caught and used as magic weapons.
When it comes to dealing with people, he has the most interactions with Wanfa Sect.
However, these two Nascent Soul Lords are only now considered acquaintances.
The tall monk with a Chinese-character face stepped out of the dragon chariot. He was not wearing the black and white robes of the Wanfa Sect, but rather a more fitting and powerful outfit.
The visitor has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square mouth and an overhanging nose. At first glance, he is a kind person.
"Wanfa Sect, Wuji, I have met Taoist friend, this is my senior brother." Zhenjun Wuji extended his hand to introduce the monk wearing a robe who was sitting cross-legged on the crane.
The man stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Wanfa Sect, Wuya, I have met my fellow Taoist."
"Hehuan Sect Qingshang, I met Taoist friend."
True Lord Qingshang appeared not far away with a smile. The long robe he was wearing was taken off, leaving only a messy lining. The hair crown on his head was crushed by Tushanjun's evil ghost.
Now that his hair was disheveled, he didn't feel ashamed and tied it up with a leather rope.
It’s just that you can’t tell the difference between male and female, and she’s also extremely handsome. No matter what she wears, she looks like a walking clothes hanger, not to mention whether her hair is tied up or loose, it doesn’t matter.
Tu Shanjun retracted his fangs, the blue color on his face faded, and he looked exceptionally handsome, but unlike his male and female handsomeness, he was tougher, and his cold temperament also made him stay away from strangers.
These four true kings should have come one after another.
However, they all acquiesced to the Zhengdao and Mozong's crusade against Tushanjun, and there was no lack of temptation in it.
"What's the point of the four fellow Taoists showing up at this time?" After bowing his hands in greeting, Tu Shanjun already understood that they didn't want to see him continue to kill the Golden Elixir Grandmaster, so they spoke to stop him.
If there are only one or two Nascent Souls, Lord Tushan doesn't mind sending soul banners to the demon sects who come to Yangcheng, and by the way, he can try out the skills of True Lord Nascent Souls.
However, once there were four people, two of whom were Nascent Souls of the Wanfa Sect, it became difficult to continue taking action.
True Lord Wuya said: "Please calm down, Fellow Taoist Master Zunhun, and don't be acquainted with the juniors. We are here not only to intercede for the Grandmaster of Xiaohuang Realm, but also to talk to fellow Taoists."
"Fellow Taoist, please tell me."
"Friend Zunhun Daoist doesn't know that different realms in the Eastern Wilderness are adjacent to each other. If too many mainstays are killed or injured, other realms will probably invade us, and then it will be another disaster for the people."
Tu Shanjun thought it was some kind of agreement, for example, made by the big monks, so that they could not attack low-level monks without reason. If any monk dared to offend the dignity of the big monks, or made a conspiracy to attack, then he was tired of living. There is no need.
Take care to keep your hands.
Unexpectedly, it was not an agreement between the great monks, but something like this.
But to him, Tushanjun, it didn't matter whether the small wilderness area was invaded or not. He didn't bother to care about these things.
On the contrary, it was the good and the evil spirits in the Xiaohuang Realm who wanted his life.
Taking his life is to block his path to immortality, and he will fight to the death. It's not that Tushanjun is extreme, but that he is too aware of the consequences of letting the tiger return to the mountain, and he doesn't want the regrets and pain that happened in the past to happen again.
Seeing Tu Shanjun's nonchalant look, Master Wuya knew that this statement was unconvincing, and they did not expect such righteousness to convince Tu Shanjun. This was just the beginning.
"Does fellow Taoist know about Yuanyang Territory?" Zhenjun Wuya stroked his beard and did not continue to talk about the relationship between Xiaohuang Territory and your other realms. Even if he did, this fellow Taoist Zunhun wouldn't listen. It's better not to.
explain.
"Yuanyang Territory." Tu Shanjun remained calm. He had heard many monks talk about this place. Later, it was only after Old Monster Jing gave him some popular science that he understood what Yuanyang Territory was.
The Yuanyang Territory is a treasure land. No one knows how big the Yuanyang Territory is. Even the Yuanying True Monarch will never be able to fly to the end of his life.
No matter how much cultivation you have, you must be careful when going to that treasure place.
Not to mention the infinite resources, various natural and earthly treasures, and great opportunities to break through the realm, not to mention the secret transmission of magical powers and treasures. Legend has it that there is a secret to becoming an immortal in the Yuanyang Territory, attracting countless talented people to flock in to explore it.
Seeing that Lord Tushan knew about Yuanyang Territory, True Lord Wuya was immediately relieved. He was afraid that Lord Zunhun didn't know anything, and it would be extremely troublesome to explain it at that time, and he was not convincing yet.
"Since Taoist friends know about the Yuanyang Territory, you should know that it is not something you can enter just because you want to. The number of places to enter the Yuanyang Territory is very limited. The number of places will be allocated every hundred years, and the benchmark for this number is based on the comprehensive strength of each realm.
Strength shall prevail.”
"What's the quota for entering the Yuanyang Realm?" Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with gleam, but he was restrained. He was not interested in anything else. The only thing that interested him was the secret of becoming an immortal. He wanted to become an immortal so much that he went crazy.
With his divine light restrained, Tu Shanjun suppressed his emotions. No matter what, his current strength is not enough to support him. When he reaches a higher level, he will not be able to easily obtain a place in the Yuanyang Region in the future.
True Lord Wuya continued: "The number of places to enter the Yuanyang Realm is directly linked to the comprehensive strength of each realm. Every hundred years, ancient treasure keys will appear on the Immortal Immortal Platform."
"Calculating the strength of Xiaohuangyu, we should be able to get three ancient treasure keys."
True Lord Qingshang shrugged and said: "I have never entered Yuanyang Territory. I have always been waiting to divide the spiritual stones and materials. An ancient treasure key can sell tens of billions of high-grade spiritual stones. The sects and monk families in the entire Xiaohuang Territory will come to divide them."
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Hearing this, Tu Shanjun finally understood. It turns out that it was Tu Shanjun who broke the rules and this big cake. If too many golden elixir masters died, it would directly lead to the loss of tens of billions of high-grade spiritual stones.
"Am I not considered a monk in the Little Wilderness Realm? Can't I get an extra key?" Tu Shanjun looked at everyone with a smile.
Zhenjun Wuya pondered. He seemed to know something. He looked at Tushanjun and said, "It takes a hundred years to calculate. It will be thirty years before the next calculation."
"Including those thirty years, have you stayed in Xiaohuang Realm for hundreds of years?"
Turning his searching gaze, Wuya Zhenjun's expression was relatively calm. It was this calmness and indifference that actually made Tushanjun's smile disappear.
Others may not know him, but Wanfa Sect may have found clues. After all, True Lord Wuji watched him come out of the cave, and with his appearance, he would still be recognized.
If you count thirty years, he really has stayed for hundreds of years, but he will not sit in the small wilderness for thirty years, let alone expose his true identity for useless spiritual stones.
Tu Shanjun understood the meaning behind the words.
It's okay to kill a few offending Golden Core cultivators. If a large number of mainstays die, don't blame them for taking action. These are three ancient treasure keys.
Tu Shanjun had to sigh at this good method.
The agreement will one day be torn up or even forgotten, but tying it up with benefits allows the Nascent Soul monks to have a sense of belonging and actually gain benefits, allowing them to voluntarily protect the growth of lower-level monks.