The True Lord Nascent Soul deep in the netherworld.
He could only weakly sense it after breaking through the Nascent Soul realm. Looking back now, the aura didn't seem like he sensed it with his powerful spiritual consciousness, but rather like a signal deliberately released by the other party.
The reason why the Netherworld is so stable must be because of that person's love.
Ordinary monks don't know, but those Nascent Soul Lords standing on the card table in Xiaohuang Realm should know it very well.
I don’t know why the true king sent someone to invite him.
Tu Shanjun didn't have much doubts.
The magic power of the Demonic Blood Yuan is enough to support him in a battle with any Nascent Soul Lord in the Xiaohuang Realm. If he wants to ambush him, he will need at least two or even three Nascent Souls to be safe.
After thinking about it carefully, I still decided to go and see him.
"Lead the way."
The black-robed monk quickly made a gesture of invitation, showing his furry paws.
Tu Shanjun was not surprised and used Escape Light to hide in the clouds.
The Netherland is very vast, and the closer you get to the center, the less traces of living creatures you see. Daheishan is a foreign country, so there are still many ordinary mortals who have settled there and founded a country called Sheji.
Until they passed through a layer of majestic gray fog.
A tall, snow-white tower appeared above the sea of clouds. The tower looked extremely illusory, a bit like a mirage. It was clearly right in front of us, but it seemed to be far away in the horizon.
"My master is waiting for the True Lord in the Tower of Babel."
Tu Shanjun could tell at a glance that this white pagoda was a rare spiritual treasure that matched the great formation. If no one led him in, he would not be able to find a way out even if he wandered around for several years.
Since it was a powerful spiritual treasure, of course it had to be treated with caution. Tu Shanjun made a magic trick and quietly threw the demon out of the sea of consciousness. He turned around and gave a few instructions before following the black-robed monks and approaching the White Tower.
Spire.
It's a garden, spotless.
Looking down from the high hanging white tower.
The earth lies beneath your feet, and the blue sky is above your head. The breeze blows past you, lifting up your sleeves and the edges of your robe, making you feel extremely comfortable.
"Ahem."
An untimely coughing sound reached his ears, and Tu Shanjun frowned.
It wasn't the old monster Nascent Soul's show of force, but the heavy coughing sound that made him hear something different.
"I take the liberty of inviting fellow Taoists to come."
Walking into the Tengkong Pavilion, you will see tall eaves and graceful corners. The low table in front of you is Tu Shanjun's favorite style. There are no endgames or black and white chess pieces on it, but a pot of wine and two wine cups.
The Nascent Soul Lord who spoke was wearing a white robe with glazed porcelain tiles.
He stood barefoot on the blanket in the attic and covered his mouth with a piece of white silk of unknown material to cover up his cough.
As soon as I met Tu Shanjun, I felt an aura of tranquility from him.
He has a square face, thin cheeks, withered hair tied up by a white jade crown, no beard, but his eyebrows are gray, not silver but pale.
There was an abnormal rosiness on his face.
Only her lips were red, as if the energy and blood rushing up could only be gathered here.
Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised.
He thought that the owner of the Netherworld might be an old ghost, but he didn't expect that he was a monk with an immortal style. Moreover, this monk's aura was exceptionally peaceful and upright, and he looked like a high-level cultivator of the authentic Xuanmen sect.
Ever since he was deceived by the old monster Jing, Tu Shanjun has been very wary of these old Yuanying monsters. Not to mention that the other party seems to be a high practitioner of Xuanmen. Even if it is true, he still has to be very alert.
"I have met my Taoist friend, my dear soul." Tu Shanjun slightly cupped his hands.
"I have forgotten my family name a long time ago. Fellow Taoist, please call me 'Taiyi'." Taiyi Zhenjun said with a smile, and made an invitation gesture when speaking: "Fellow Taoist Zunhun, please sit down."
Tushanjun was not pretentious and sat cross-legged on the blanket.
Taiyi Zhenjun also sat down. The black-robed monk beside him rolled up his black robe into a barrier to block the wind in the sky. Then his furry body rolled in the air and turned into a yellow-colored native dog.
Leaning on the edge of the table.
His ears drooped, his front paws were raised, his eyes narrowed and he shrank towards Zhenjun Taiyi's legs.
Taiyi Zhenjun smiled and took out the melon seeds from his pocket and opened the shell, then fed the melon seeds to it. He noticed Tushanjun's eyes and said, "Afu doesn't like to go out, so he shouldn't have offended fellow Taoists, right?"
"No." Tu Shanjun retracted his gaze and looked at the wine bottle on the table.
He usually doesn't like to inquire into other people's private affairs, and he doesn't care too much about whether there is an extra local dog. He just thinks it's a good thing it's not named Wangcai. Otherwise, this would be the first dog he's seen named Wangcai.
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"Cough...cough."
Taiyi Zhenjun continued: "I heard that it's a friendly wine, why don't you try my craft?"
As he spoke, he picked up the wine cup and took a sip. The mellow aroma immediately exploded in his mouth, and the spiritual energy surged up layer by layer.
“Good wine!”
Tu Shanjun put down his wine cup.
The brewing level of this spiritual wine is much higher than that of Guxian Tower. If Guan Zhongguibao is not a genius, he must have a strong inheritance to brew this kind of spiritual product.
The world of cultivating immortals is not just about fighting and killing. Things like fighting are also impossible without talent.
Not everyone has such a talent.
Many techniques can be learned by others just by practicing them, but I have to learn them hundreds of times, so I naturally lag behind others.
However, after studying hard and practicing hard, the performance is very dull because I don't have such a sharp mind. This is not suitable for fighting with others. At this time, you can explore other talents.
For example, there are so many kinds of immortal cultivation skills that you can choose from.
If you can be interested in one of the skills, you may be able to make great progress on this path. When the time comes, you can use the finished products of the skills to exchange the resources used for practice to feed your own cultivation and become self-sufficient.
For monks, practice is practice, and fighting is actually just a means to protect the Tao. Cultivation of immortality and various arts is also a means of practice. In essence, there is no distinction between high and low.
As long as you can understand your own path, you are practicing.
However, people cannot help themselves in the world of cultivation, so they must learn some tricks to defend themselves. Otherwise, they will need powerful protectors, and large sects will equip alchemists with protectors.
Taiyi Zhenjun peeled the shells very carefully, and one person and one dog seemed to have developed a tacit understanding long ago. It looked particularly warm at dusk when the sun was setting.
The native dog was very quiet, burying his head, and could not see the aura of the peak grandmaster at all.
"Fellow Taoist invited me here, shouldn't it just be for a drink?"
"Not simply."
"I have heard about Taoist Taoist's deeds in Yangcheng and guessed that Taoist Taoist has the key to Yuanyang Domain in his hand, so I want to buy it from Taoist Taoist."
Taiyi Zhenjun said quietly: "I don't have tens of billions of spiritual stones, but I do have some priceless material treasures. It's up to my fellow Taoists to choose. If my fellow Taoists can go with me, the treasures will be counted separately."
"Come with us?"
"I think fellow Taoist is not a thing in the pond, and he will definitely not choose to waste his life in the Xiaohuang Realm. Why not go to the Yuanyang Realm with Zaixia, and then we can have a chance to gain more."
Taiyi Zhenjun's smile was very strange, as if he had said everything, but also as if he had said nothing at all.
Tu Shanjun looked forward to it with a solemn expression.
If we exclude that the Wanfa Sect may know some of his previous background, Taiyi Zhenjun of the Netherworld will obviously know more, because Dahei Mountain is just outside the Netherworld.
However, the other party did not seem to tell that past incident, but instead asked Tushanjun if he wanted to leave the wilderness.
"Fellow Taoist Taiyi, don't ask about the two Taoist friends from Wanfa Sect." Tu Shanjun became more and more calm, looking directly at each other with scarlet eyes, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
"Hahaha."
"Fellow Taoist is a smart person, so he should have guessed something. I don't want others to know my true identity. If there is the only person I can trust in the entire Xiaohuang Realm, it is you, Taoist Tushan."
"You really know."
Taiyi Zhenjun nodded: "Fellow Taoist Tushan's efforts to gather the power of incense and vows in Dahei Mountain are too great, so I naturally know about it."
"You're not afraid that I'll take your life. You can't stop me in your current seriously injured state." Tu Shanjun looked straight at him and spoke very calmly. Not a single bit of the pressure around him was released.
"you will not."
Tu Shanjun suddenly laughed: "It seems that fellow Taoist knows me quite well."
Taiyi Zhenjun lovingly touched the head of the local dog next to him and said gently: "I woke up relatively late and don't know many things. I only heard about Taoist friends' deeds from Ah Fu.
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"What price can fellow Taoist offer?"
"Miraculous elixirs, inherited techniques, top-quality spiritual treasures... I don't have any of these."
"The only thing that can be used is all kinds of magical materials." Taiyi Zhenjun actually turned his storage ring and took out many good things that Tushanjun couldn't see.
Tu Shanjun glanced at it and was not tempted, but asked: "Fellow Taoist can come up with so many treasures for refining weapons. He must know how to refine weapons. I wonder what your level of weapon refining is?"
"It's good. Most magic weapons can be refined. If it's prepared and in good condition, you can even spend more than ten years refining it. This mirage was created by me."
Tushanjun's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. What he lacks most now is the experience of refining weapons.
The Sovereign Soul Banner can only smelt ordinary magic weapons or materials into evil spirits and absorb them. Those powerful magic weapons need to be refined by himself first, and then the soul banner can absorb them. This makes Tushanjun particularly distressed.
But the other party may not be willing to give such valuable experience.
Tu Shanjun said: "If fellow Taoist can write down the experience of refining the weapon into a secret book, I am willing to exchange it with the key of Yuanyang Domain, provided that fellow Taoist is willing to make no reservations and be as detailed as possible."
"This..." Taiyi Zhenjun frowned, Tu Shanjun's condition really made him embarrassed.
The value of the weapon refining experience that can refine spiritual treasures can even be regarded as the treasures of large sects.
Although there are considerations in this regard, it seems that Taiyi Zhenjun is not because of the unequal value.
"Fellow Taoist Tushan, I'm not being stingy, but my experience in refining weapons is related to my inheritance..."
Tu Shanjun waved his hand slightly: "Fellow Taoist, there is no need to rush to answer. I still have things to do in Xiaohuang Realm. I may need to ask fellow Taoist for details when I leave."
