The figure was surprisingly familiar, more like a dream.
Wu Tou pinched himself hard.
His flesh and blood were bruised and black under the brute force. He felt the pain, but felt that the pain was too unreal. He couldn't help but grin.
Surprise or surprise.
Or be incredibly confused.
Malu stood there blankly.
In the past, they thought the king died on the top of the mountain.
Looking at the remaining body and the lost magic weapon, everyone knew that the king was dead.
Even when they heard the news, they thought it was false. Even if the young master went to confirm it, it might be false.
Even though they desperately hope that's true.
Until that person comes back again.
From the entrance of Ghost King Palace.
The familiar black robe, the familiar aura, and even the somewhat forgotten voice and appearance. The light looked extremely dazzling, making it difficult to see the person's face, let alone whether it was real or illusory.
If this was fake, he hoped the illusion would last a little longer.
The thin body in a thin robe fell to his knees on the ground, and his head hit the ground hard. The sound was like a signal that woke up the people who were distracted, and they roared: "Your Majesty!"
"Nie Quanjiu, meet the king!"
The other three people were about to kneel down immediately, but were righted by a huge force.
A pair of black iron boots appeared in front of Nie Quanjiu.
The owner of the iron boots helped Nie Quanjiu, who was kneeling on the ground, up, and said calmly and indifferently: "I didn't need you to kneel back then, and I don't need you to kneel now."
Listening to those strange yet familiar words, Nie Quan burst into tears, and his tears flowed down his wrinkles.
Twenty years is not a long time for Jindan Zhenren.
They should have four hundred years left to live.
Tu Shanjun looked at the empty throne, walked past everyone, and said with emotion: "It's the same as before, nothing has changed."
However, Tushanjun did not sit down, but faced everyone.
Malu staggered two steps, looked up at Tushanjun standing on the steps, raised his arms, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, you are back!"
Tu Shanjun looked at the four people quietly.
Then, he raised his eyes slightly to look at the mountains and rivers of Dahei Mountain and the countless people he could not count. He found that he could no longer absorb the power of incense, just like he could not patrol the entire Dahei Mountain through the stone statues condensed by incense.
"The seed of incense has been extinguished, so the incense power in this area cannot be gathered." Tu Shanjun murmured softly, and it was not clear whether it was reminiscing or gazing in his eyes, but also his attachment to a stable land.
The time in Daheishan is undoubtedly busy, but there is an indescribable relaxation. There is no need to fight, there are not so many life and death battles, and such tranquility makes people want to sleep here forever.
But he couldn't stop himself.
When he returned to Daheishan, he could no longer use the stone statues to patrol the world, and could no longer use the power of incense to increase his strength. Tushanjun knew that the cause and effect between him and Daheishan had been severed by his own hands.
He did not sit down, but stood quietly in front of the steps.
How can you sit on the throne if you are no longer the king?
"How many monks are there in Daheishan?" Tu Shanjun turned to look at Nie Quanjiu.
Nie Quanjiu didn't even need to look at the jade slips. He was already familiar with these things. He just said hurriedly: "There are three hundred and nineteen monks in the country, including six golden elixirs, thirty-seven foundation builders, and two hundred Qi cultivators."
Remain……"
"How come there are so few?"
"In the past twenty years, many foundation-building monks have gone out on their own with soldiers and horses."
"Later, they were threatened by the Corpse Demon Sect and the Blood Demon Sect, and most of the monks left. Half a year ago, the veteran dismissed a group of people and dug out all the resources. Only then were the monks left who were willing to follow the young master."
"But the king is back. As long as the king raises the banner, the entire Netherland will surrender under the king's feet. By then, our Black Mountain will be able to rise again and become the top force in the wilderness."
Although Nie Quanjiu had some bad premonitions in his heart, he still said it and looked at the tall figure standing on the steps with hope. As long as the king comes back, Daheishan will be able to regain its glory.
Their fates all changed because of the King, who allowed them to cultivate the Golden Elixir. If he had to be loyal to someone, he felt that following Tushan Jun was the most correct decision he made in his life.
When talking about this, Nie Quanjiu couldn't help but think of the time when he first met Tu Shanjun.
It seems like the next day.
"King!"
Malu also looked expectantly.
How he wished Tushanjun could sit on that throne again.
Tu Shanjun did not avoid their gazes. He was silent for a while and said sadly: "The Xiaohuang Realm is too small. I can't become an immortal in the Xiaohuang Realm. If the power is still there, maybe I will still..."
Then he shook his head, there are not so many ifs.
Tunchan sighed secretly. He was equally happy, but felt that he should not live like this all his life. They could not imagine how powerful Nascent Soul Lord was. With such a great king sitting in charge, it would be impossible to rule the Netherworld.
They can even continue to attack cities and seize territory, eradicate sects that are in the way and grab the needed resources.
Nie Quanjiu has always instilled in them the idea of making contributions and achieving eternal hegemony, but he has forgotten that they are actually cultivators of immortality.
Those who cultivate immortality should aim at becoming an immortal.
I used to rely on the king because they were weak, but now that they have cultivated the golden elixir, they should go see the outside world instead of continuing to stay in Daheishan.
In the past twenty years, he had asked himself countless times whether he wanted to leave, until the young master came back from Wanfa Sect and told them the news of leaving, and also promised to take them to leave the Small Wilderness Territory and go to the Eastern Wilderness Territory.
He cheered that night.
I was finally able to leave Daheishan in good faith.
Finally, I no longer have to bear those imposed responsibilities.
really tired.
At that time, none of them knew that the king was still alive. They all thought that the king was dead. In fact, neither human cultivators nor demon cultivators had much loyalty, let alone ghost cultivators.
Daheishan can still operate now, but it actually depends on them Jindan Daoist people.
Seeing the king shaking his head and not sitting on the throne, Tunchan was disappointed but also happy. He really didn't want to continue to get lost in Dahei Mountain, and don't be obsessed with a handful of loess from Dahei Mountain.
Nie Quanjiu stood there, lost in thought.
Although he had expected it, when he heard Tu Shanjun really say this, he felt a sense of suffocation coming over him, and the tide of despair was about to swallow him up.
"wake up."
The majestic and golden shout sounded in his ears, as if penetrating the sea of consciousness, making the coldness in his body fade away.
Tushanjun is happy when someone is loyal to him.
He actually couldn't bear to refuse.
But some things are more important than hegemony. A big dragon cannot be raised in shallow water. Of those Nascent Soul Lords who can stay in the small wilderness, who can rest against a big tree to enjoy the shade?
The situation has been set, and if you want to break it, you need to surpass the strength of those people.
The resources in Xiaohuang Realm are limited, and there are no materials that can strengthen the spiritual treasure. If he hadn't obtained the Incense Taoist Tree in Cave Heaven, he would definitely not be able to survive the thunder tribulation.
Simply relying on evil energy to condense the soul flag, even if the small wasteland is completely searched, it may not be able to make the soul flag go further.
Sitting on the floor on the steps.
Tu Shanjun waved his hand and said, "Sit down and talk, it's really tiring to stand."
No matter what mood everyone was in, they all sat back in their seats and listened quietly.
"Follow Jinghong to the outside world. You can rest assured that you are following me."
"After I finish handling the matters in the Xiaohuang Territory, I will also go outside the territory to seek further opportunities. The Wanfa Sect is a big tree. Although it attracts the wind, it is also powerful."
"If you go outside the territory and want to leave, just tell Xiao Jinghong directly. Don't be embarrassed, and don't be afraid to speak out because of past events. I'm not someone who likes to pursue these things, and I hope you don't turn them into obsessions.
"
Everyone has his own ambitions, and this is especially true for monks.
They cannot be tied up for the rest of their lives just because they have benefited from Tushanjun. Being trapped in Daheishan for this life is actually no different from being trapped with a person.
Now that they have taken over Daheishan, it means that they are actually more inclined to leave with resources.
Without telling them the distance between Yiyang City and Daheishan, they probably followed Jinghong without knowing it. Jinghong didn't want to be so cruel, so he told them the news about Tushanjun's return.
That's what I said, there's nothing to criticize.
Even if Jinghong didn't tell them, Tushanjun would still go back to Daheishan to have a look. At that time, he might just have a look and not bother him.
Some things don't need to be explained clearly.
He took out four storage bags and distributed them to the four monks sitting here: "These are some resources used for practice. Take them all. I also hope that you can follow my footsteps. The life span of the Golden elixir master will be the end..."
"
Tushanjun didn't finish speaking.
Generally speaking, golden elixir masters do not have treasures to extend their lifespan, so they can only live an extra four to five hundred years at most, which is already very limited. Masters like Master Yuyan are exceptions. The golden elixir that can live for eight hundred years is truly miraculous.
After receiving the storage bag, Nie Quanjiu looked down and did not continue to speak.
He knew that he couldn't change the king's mind, and he couldn't change anything if he continued to talk. Sometimes he felt that he shouldn't be so obsessed with fame, fortune, and ambition.
Perhaps it was because he had not realized it during his lifetime that he would not forget it after his death until he met someone he thought was a wise master. Tushanjun had already done a good job, so continuing to persuade him felt like force.
Malu was different. He had struggled with cultivation before, and he only followed Tushanjun because he owed his life to Tushanjun. It was great to be able to go out and have a look, and Wanfa Sect treated its disciples well.
Moreover, after all, they watched Jinghong grow up, and it was good to have Jinghong by his side.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"..."
…
It was getting late, and Tu Shanjun slowly stood up from the steps and said, "I'll tell you these things. I hope that when we meet in the future, your cultivation will be different from now."
The remaining four elders of Daheishan are still in the early stage of Jindan.
These twenty years are neither long nor short, but it is a pity that the spiritual field is abandoned and sandwiched between the Demon Sect and Yangcheng. They cannot practice well even if they want to.
However, this kind of cultivation is not possible.