Zhenjun's protective shield formed a layer of frost mist.
Tushanjun wiped away the haze in front of him and lowered his eyes with scarlet eyes. He glanced sideways at the master of good and evil underground in the distance. He did not speak, but pondered for a long time.
The five great Nascent Souls gathered together.
Except for Daxiu, the true king of the Netherworld, this brings together the top monks in the Small Wasteland. On weekdays, Shenlong never sees the beginning or end, and they don't pay attention to the sect's secular affairs. They only control the 'overall situation'.
They hope that Zunhun Zhenjun will put the overall situation first.
"What's the overall situation?" Tu Shanjun lowered his eyebrows and looked at his blue-grey palm, checking the remaining mana of the demonic blood element in the soul flag.
The magic pill that was once as egg-like has shrunk down to a broad bean.
When he really stood on the chess table in Xiaohuangyu.
Suddenly I looked back and realized.
The soul flag needs to be waved.
The cultivation of a powerful True Monarch requires mana to drive it.
He couldn't help but think of that afternoon, it was a sunny day, because he saw the light of day again after being buried for two months, and saw his old friend return safely. The sun was bright, and his mood was naturally very good.
It was only when he saw the hand holding the soul flag that he froze on the spot.
Ding Xie smiled and said to him: "Brother Tu Shan, do you think that I, Ding Xie, can't hold the soul flag with my nine fingers?"
As his thoughts came closer, Tu Shanjun opened his palms, and the small flags rotated slowly.
Killing is not pleasant.
Extracting the soul to refine the soul is not a good method either.
As he once thought, the True Monarch Yuanying did not have the great supernatural power that could penetrate the heavens and the earth as legendary.
"You can hold it and you can wave it."
"On the contrary, it's me..."
"I, Lord Tushan, cannot wield this powerful spiritual treasure."
Tu Shanjun looked back at Yangcheng and murmured softly.
He cannot use up his energy and waste up his mana. When he loses his strength, Yangcheng will become a soft persimmon. For Master Yuyan who has been kind to him, this is repaying kindness with hatred.
"I don't understand the big picture."
"I just feel heavy."
When he puts the life he values on his shoulders, even the strength of the Nascent Soul Lord feels as heavy as Mount Tai.
When Tushanjun turned back his stern face, Longjun's eyes showed surprise.
He didn't expect that the True Lord of the Soul could calm down. Such a character is not something ordinary people can possess. It was the combination of strength and softness that really took the first step.
"If fellow Taoists are willing to show their respect, Xiaohuangyu is willing to collect an ancient treasure key." Zhenjun Wuya said frankly that, let alone Zhenyu Yuanying, even for the venerable, tens of billions of spiritual stones are a huge sum of money.
Considerable wealth.
The value of the ancient treasure key cannot be measured by spiritual stones, it is just a straw in your hand.
It can give hope to those who are desperate.
It can give those with no hope a chance.
No matter which Nascent Soul Lord he is, he will never refuse.
Of course Tushanjun doesn't either.
"not enough."
True Lord Wuya breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
It's good to be able to talk. What I'm most afraid of is that the stupid young man who relies on his cultivation will inevitably have to deal with it by hand. And if one of them, the Nascent Soul Lord, is injured, it will take more than ten years to recover.
Taking action also harms the interests of Xiaohuangyu, which is what Nascent Soul Lords like them least want to see.
True Lord Wuya first looked at the old god, Lord Long, then passed by True Lord Qingshang, looked at his junior brother, nodded slightly, and then said, "I don't know what my friend has to ask for, we can talk about it."
He did not answer Zhenjun Wuya's inquiry. He looked at Wuya and the top big guys in the Small Wilderness Territory with expressions of indifference or confusion: "Fellow Taoist, are there really immortals in this world?"
Seeing everyone's contemplation, surprise, and reminiscences, the Qingshang Zhenjun of the Hehuan Sect said with a smile: "I don't know, my senior disciple of the Hehuan Sect may know."
Move your gaze to the two true monarchs of Wanfa Sect.
True Lord Qingshang laughed.
The Hehuan Sect's business is not small, but it is far less influential than the Wanfa Sect. If there really are immortals in this world, maybe the Wanfa Sect will know something or even possess something.
However, this is too lofty.
It is so lofty that even Qingshang Zhenjun finds it bizarre.
Mo Gong Longjun had a curious look on his face, his eyes flashed but he suppressed it, and returned to the old god's presence.
Zhenjun Wuya, who had been thinking for a long time, folded his hands in front of him, without nodding or shaking his head, and said with a hint of regret: "Maybe."
silence.
A long silence.
Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "I understand."
He slightly arched his hands as a way of thanking True Lord Wuya.
It may be the limit to be able to tell such secrets, and Zhenjun Wuya is indeed sincere.
Sincerity is sincerity, business is business.
Sometimes the high conditions are not to strive for more benefits, but to allow the good and the evil in the small wilderness to live in peace.
"Except for the ancient treasure key, the good and evil monks will redeem it with an equal number of evil ghosts according to their strength. Whether they are elves and ghosts born naturally from heaven and earth, or fierce ghosts and evil spirits who do not want to reincarnate after death, I want them all."
"If the sect monks have demons that are banned or suppressed with large formations, priority will be given to them, and reductions and exemptions may be made as appropriate."
Tu Shanjun added.
Most of those ancient sects suppressed many evil evil ways that caused trouble.
Either he can't handle it well, or he wants to get something from the other party. Just like the Ding family in Beiluoshan, the ancestral hall is a large formation to suppress the three demons and ghosts.
Compared with those low-level evil spirits who are like cannon fodder, these powerful demons are what Tushanjun is coveted.
Each of the demons is a unique being, which can not only improve his strength but also help him defend against enemies. Some of them have ancient inheritance and are even great secret treasures.
…
The crystalline waves of the Yangcheng Formation are like cicada wings, ripples of light in the sunlight.
reflected on everyone's faces.
Feng Chengyin looked up at the sky. He couldn't see clearly the Nascent Soul Lord who was thousands of meters above. He just felt that he finally no longer had to fight against such a terrifying monk. This time he returned to the sect and would definitely practice diligently and strive to perfect his skills as soon as possible.
True meaning.
Master Qingxu held the sword case crookedly on his back, stretched out his bloody palm to grasp a section of hair, raised the hair and connected it to the top of his forehead, making it fit perfectly without any deviation.
The fingers were rubbed together and turned into ashes, then blown away from the side of the body.
He took off the inner lining and wrapped it around his scarred hand, and fell into deep thought while wrapping it.
It wasn't until a shout came from beside him that Master Qingxu came back to his senses.
"What is the real person thinking?"
Master Qingxu looked around and saw that the person talking to him was the great monk Jianwen from Baigu Temple. The monk Jianwen had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his two big earlobes were like those of Buddha.
At this time, he was twisting the prayer beads with one hand.
"The person I am fighting with is the Ghost King of Netherworld, Earth, Heaven and Heaven."
"So it's the Ghost King?"
"It is said that he has been missing for more than ten years."
"he died!"
The surprised look on the Master Monk's face flashed and he understood the meaning of Master Qingxu's words. The one who stopped Master Qingxu was not the King of Heavenly Ghosts, but the evil ghosts commanded by the Master.
"Being dead is worse than living. It's outrageous." Master Qingxu bandaged his wounds before looking back at the righteous coalition forces. He said that the casualties were too heavy. No one died, but many were injured.
No one among the righteous masters died. Most of the injured masters were not affected by the divine passage technique of Lord Nascent Soul, but were injured by the dense magic seals around them.
The masters who were gathered in a hurry must not have cooperated so well.
If you don't have a good eye on the magic formulas in the fight, such mistakes will occur.
Compared to the demonic cultivators who suffered many deaths and minor and serious injuries, Zhengdao obviously got an advantage.
At a glance, there are many confused people everywhere.
Even though no one died, it was more frustrating than if someone died.
They were defeated, utterly defeated.
They can only wait here quietly, waiting for their fate. Fortunately, the true kings of Xiaohuang Realm still have the overall situation in mind, so they can still wait for their fate, instead of being given soul flags by the Soul Reverend Demon Lord to become slave souls.
The master of the Yuling Sect said: "It's nothing more than spending money to buy your life."
Yu Xiuchuan's female grandmaster said happily: "At least I can still spend money."
After the words fell, everyone fell silent.
Yes, at least the soul-honoring True Lord is still willing to accept their money. If the trouble reaches a point where he doesn't even accept the money, then it will be really difficult to end it.
"My true king said."
Master Yuhuan sent a message to the top masters led by Zhengdao: "The deal is settled."
What a relief!
…
Seeing the two master monks of good and evil retreating slowly, Master Ziyang felt that it should be something to be happy about, but even though he was tired, he couldn't be happy no matter what.
After supporting the formation for several days, they faced more than a hundred masters, among whom there was no one with low cultivation level at all.
"Master, they are gone."
Master Yuyan stretched his waist, and all the sluggish muscles and bones seemed to open up at this moment, and said with a smile: "They left, let's go back too."
"Waiting for them..."
"No need to send it away."
Master Ziyang was helpless. The master must have known that he didn't mean that. He didn't want to send these master monks away, for fear that they were just a delaying tactic and not a sincere retreat.
Yue Yan said there was no need to give it away, so of course there was no need to give it away.
The general trend cannot be changed.
He is said to be the number one person under Nascent Soul in Xiaohuang Realm. In fact, he cannot sit on the top chess table. He just has a little more power of speech. With those Nascent Soul Masters holding the whole story, the overall situation does not matter.
Variety.
Yueyan sighed.
"Why sigh?"
"I've wronged the True Lord."
Tu Shanjun was surprised at first and tilted his head half-smilingly.
Immediately he laughed loudly, and after laughing a few times, he said: "Killing people is not what I want. I had no intention of killing them all, so why should I feel wronged."
"Senior is too worried."
"I told you, I'm here to keep an appointment."
"The Appointment of Alchemy."
"What, you're not welcome?" Tu Shanjun said in a rare joke.
Master Yuyan said with a smile: "How can I not welcome you? I asked you to come to Yangcheng earlier. If you don't come, do you still need me to be shameless and invite you? Well, I will invite you now."
"Tiger, please." As he said this, Master Yueyan made a gesture of invitation.
Tu Shanjun laughed: "The real person invites you first. Guests are welcome to do as they please. Don't be extravagant and wasteful. This time, I took a big hit from those old guys."
"oh?"
"Key to Yuanyang Domain." Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and a two-foot-long lava black stick appeared in his hand. It was said that the key was more like a scroll, and the material itself was comparable to a magic weapon. It was really strange.
As the sect of the Small Wilderness Realm, Master Yueyan comes from the Eastern Wilderness Realm and is no stranger to this thing. He sighed: "Zhenjun Wuya is still generous in his actions."
Tu Shanjun was noncommittal.
This spiritual stone should be shared by all the sects who have contributed, so there is nothing generous about it. The ancient treasure key is certainly excellent, but it is far less than the conditions he mentioned.
"Put it away quickly. This thing also has a function. It can lead the monks to the Yuanyang Region. If you are being hunted or in an extremely bad state, it is a good way to survive." Master Yuyan said.
Tu Shanjun threw the ancient treasure key into the storage bag and asked, "Is the alchemy furnace ready?"
"It has been prepared for a long time."
On the way back, Master Yuyan handed the pill recipe to Tu Shanjun.
The elixir is called ‘Dragon Pattern Transformation Infant Pill’.
As soon as he got the elixir recipe, Tu Shanjun knew that with his alchemy skills as a peak master, he could only have a 15% chance of refining this elixir at best.
The materials are very precious and there are only two copies.
It's not good to practice blindly and try for luck twice. The thing Tu Shanjun doesn't believe in the most is his own luck.
Now that his cultivation has improved and he has enough time, he can study quietly and see if he can improve his alchemy cultivation by a few points, so he will be more confident.
I just expressed my doubts about this.
Master Yuyan was pondering over which place would be more suitable.
It was better to be a little safer, and he could afford to spend a few years studying alchemy.
Zi Shaoqing's smile was as bright as a flower: "Senior, if you want to improve your alchemy skills, why not come to the Alchemy Pavilion. The alchemy furnace and earth fire are all available, and the materials for alchemy are also available for seniors to use."
"If there are other needs, they can also be mobilized from Guxian Tower."
Tu Shanjun nodded.
With Tushanjun's enthusiasm waning, Yangcheng did not hold a celebration banquet.
But being low-key does not mean being calm. The four major families and a group of golden elixir worshiping families have hindered Yangcheng in this war. No matter what their interests are, they need to be beaten.
This was a family matter in Yangcheng, and Tu Shanjun didn't bother to ask.
As long as it doesn't delay the real business.
Tu Shanjun believed that Master Ziyang could handle it well with his abilities.
Negotiations with all the major sects were also delegated to Ziyang. Apart from paying the Yinshen, they could negotiate whatever they wanted.
Then he plunged into the underground furnace of Yangcheng Dan Pavilion.
…
Two months later.
The tall figure in the underground alchemy pavilion took the jade slip that was delivered. It was not a list of gifts or a list of demons, but a greeting card signed "Tushan Jinghong".
The red hair at the top of his head was scattered freely, and Tu Shanjun's naked upper body was illuminated by the red-gold flames under the stove.
There is no long speech in the greeting card, only one word.
"See."
"You can keep your composure." Tu Shanjun laughed. If Tu Shan Jinghong had come to see him just after the war two months ago, Tu Shanjun would have swept him away with a kick and disappeared with a tough attitude.
Jinghong was very measured in coming to Yangcheng only after the situation had been resolved.
"See, or not?"
Walking on the ground paved with charcoal fire red bricks, I could only hear the ticking footsteps.
When we first came out of the cave, we absolutely could not recognize each other.
Later I didn't want to pretend to be dead.
I feel that there is no need to interfere with Jinghong's future, so I might as well just pretend to be dead.
Thinking about it carefully, this meeting will definitely expose a lot of things, but for the sake of the child, it is better to let go of the knot and not pursue the soul flag that is like a dream.