Looking at the magic weapon that is about ten feet tall in front of me.
The banner was made of iron, and crouched a half-body skeleton evil ghost. Its long fangs gripped the banner cloth tightly, and its two bone claws pulled apart the banner. Although it was not staring at him, he felt a chill.
Look around the soul flag again.
In front of it is a tall jade statue, its appearance cannot be seen clearly in the hazy fog.
The treasures were piled up, and the fluctuations and coercion emitted were more powerful than the magic weapons he used.
Any one of these treasures can make a Golden Core cultivator grab his head, but it is divided into many small piles. Behind him, there are four Nascent Soul Lords eyeing him. If he makes any move, he will die.
Wang Zhizhi, who was about to cry but had no tears, raised his hand tremblingly.
He didn't understand and had been practicing hard since he was young.
He woke up earlier than a chicken, went to bed later than a dog, endured what ordinary people couldn't endure, practiced what ordinary people couldn't practice, and finally learned the magical skills, studied the techniques, understood the way forward, walked out on the golden elixir road, and extended his life by five hundred years.
Cultivation is a hard job.
Have to endure boredom and physical and mental exhaustion.
Now that I have finally completed my cultivation, why can't I do whatever I want?
Isn't this the purpose of his practice?
In order to become a superior person, in order to be free and unfettered by others.
It just so happened that someone was meddling in his own business and caught him and brought him to this place.
Licking his dry lips, he wanted to scold the monk who captured him, but he did not dare because he did not have such strength. He could only obey this man's arrangements and pray to save his life.
Reach out and hold the soul flag.
I felt a refreshing coolness coming from the palm of my hand.
Wang Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly checked his body up and down, until he confirmed that there was no change, he was overjoyed: "It's okay? I'm okay!"
He quickly looked at Wu Rong who was not far away, and said with a surprised look on his face: "Senior, I have picked up this soul flag according to what senior said, I don't know..."
Wu Rong lifted up his robe and raised his hands in salute, saying: "Disciple Wu Rong, I would like to greet you, Master!"
…
"well."
A faint sigh.
There is a bit of hoarseness in the emptiness.
This sound.
It made the devil huddled in the corner tremble.
Yu Long and Qiu Wandao were also surprised.
Qiu Wandao stared at the Zunhun Banner picked up by the Jindan monk. He vaguely felt that the secret was here. The dispute between Wu Rong and Yu Long also revolved around this treasure.
Yu Long was worried. If his uncle showed up and didn't recognize him but recognized Wu Rong, it would be troublesome.
In comparison, Wu Rong is his uncle's direct disciple, and his master is Taiyi. The relationship between the two is definitely not as good as that of master and apprentice.
But that's it.
Yu Long could only trust his master.
And a very important point is that after death, the body enters the soul flag.
This is where Yu Long is very confused.
He didn't think he would die, but he wanted to leave a way out for himself.
silence.
It was as if even the air was stagnant.
Suddenly.
The iron flags are rolled up.
A blue-white ghost hand poked out from it, and grabbed it as if it was ignoring Wang Zhizhi's body. With a slight squeeze, a golden elixir Yin Shen suddenly appeared in the white palm.
As the soul flag was retracted with the palm of his hand, the body of the golden elixir monk was rapidly changing its appearance.
Black robe.
Dark gold routing.
Her meticulously tied red hair and the top corners of her hair that looked like a crown.
All of them reveal this person's identity.
Wu Rong finally knelt down and bowed down in excitement with relief, and said loudly: "Time is tight, and there is not enough time for my disciple to prepare fully. I only found this body in the middle stage of the golden elixir for my master. I also ask my master to take a break."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Tu Shanjun: "Welcome Master!"
"Welcome to you, sir."
The devil quickly knelt on the ground like a gulu.
Secretly slandering: "The old devil is always swallowing people's phantoms. He has a deep demonic nature. He is more like a devil than me."
Criticisms come true, in fact he also knows that Tushanjun never cares about its evaluation.
It was just glad that its bet was right. Yu Long and Wu Rong did not fight, nor did they argue for too long, so it was the right thing for it not to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.
"Uncle Master." Yu Long saluted with his hands raised.
Qiu Wandao also saluted, but looked surprised: "What...what's going on?"
The big living person who was standing here just now, after touching the soul flag, the Jindan Yin Shen was taken away and turned into a physical body like his uncle. This body was lifeless, like a puppet that had not stopped moving.
.
And the original cultivation level of the golden elixir in the middle stage seemed to disappear all of a sudden, turning him into an ordinary mortal.
A series of changes made Qiu Wandao confused.
Tushanjun bent down to pick up a palm-sized jade ornament from the ground and placed it on the table of the jade statue.
Perhaps it was due to practicing the Kung Fu that Ah Fu's physical body turned into this, and Ah Fu's Nascent Soul Yin Shen had entered the soul flag.
The Yinshen in the later stage of Nascent Soul have made Tu Shanjun's strength even higher. Maybe just one more Yin Shen of Nascent Soul can meet the catastrophe.
Tu Shanjun's eyes glanced at the devil, and he was a little surprised that the devil didn't take the opportunity to escape.
But now is obviously not the time to care about these things.
"Get up."
Supporting Wu Rong on the ground, Tu Shanjun looked past Yu Long and glanced at Qiu Wandao.
Calmly said: "Since the matter has come to this, I don't have to hide it. It won't be long before Venerable Chuiyun will take action against the sect. By then, his cultivation level must be in the late stage of becoming a god."
"Who will be in charge of the soul flag and can compete with him?"
"This person's cultivation level cannot be lower than the late Yuanying stage, and he must even have the cultivation level of the peak Yuanying stage to be safe."
"Because not only do I have to resist Lord Chuiyun, but I also have to have enough magic power to support me through the catastrophe." Tu Shanjun's eyes did not fall on Yu Long or Wu Rong, but looked intently at Qiu Wandao.
Qiu Wandao suddenly laughed: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from my uncle."
As he spoke and let out his aura of inspiration, the Great True Lord's coercion was revealed.
It turned out that I didn't know when Qiu Wandao had broken through and reached the late Nascent Soul stage. Looking at the surprised looks on the remaining two people's faces, it was obvious that they didn't know about this.
"You are the first monk to follow the sect. You also have mutated spiritual roots. You are absolutely determined to follow the Tao. Your talent and talent are beyond doubt. Coupled with the resources of the sect to cultivate you, you should have reached the late Nascent Soul stage long ago."
Tu Shanjun said calmly.
At the same time, his peripheral vision glanced at Wu Rong. Wu Rong's level of understanding was similar, but Wu Rong was young after all, and he didn't want to pressure Wu Rong according to his genius theory.
"I know you want to pursue the high road, but at this critical moment, someone should stand up."
"You are the senior brother."
Tu Shanjun really didn’t want to use this rhetoric.
However, when it comes to life and death moments like this, someone has to take responsibility.
Qiu Wandao suddenly understood, pointed to the Zunhun Banner in the distance, and said in shock: "It means that the uncle is not a monk, but this treasure..."
"Item Spirit!"
"No wonder."
Qiu Wandao felt that all the things that he could not figure out before were suddenly figured out, and he was even more amazed. Who would have thought that one of the ancestors of Taiyi Sect was actually the weapon spirit of the treasure, and his cultivation level could be improved.
Instrument spirit.
No wonder this uncle has such a personality.
And why does my master have such a big say even though he has not surpassed his uncle in cultivation?
All because, Uncle Master is a weapon spirit.
"Master, you can't..." Wu Rong immediately objected: "Kunpeng Sect is so powerful, Master Chuiyun has seen through Master's background, Master has no chance of winning if he stays in the sect, it's better to leave as soon as possible."
Although the sect is important, Wu Rong is more worried about his master's safety than his master's.
Why did he use the Golden Core cultivator instead of the Nascent Soul cultivator? Not only were the Nascent Soul cultivators difficult to find, but they all had heel and legs, and it was also because he might not be able to defeat the master who controlled the body of the Nascent Soul cultivator.
If something can't be done, it's time to take action.
"No, if you do this, the sect will perish."
Yu Long said angrily: "Brother Wizard, you are also a true disciple of the sect after all. You practice the sect's techniques and use the sect's resources. Do you want to abandon this foundation and the millions of monks who follow us? Set up the Taiyi Five Domains
Why?!"
Wu Rong fell silent and did not refute.
"I'll do it!"
Qiu Wandao raised his head abruptly. Under his pale hair was a face with crisscrossed grooves. He said with a serious expression: "Uncle Master is right. I am the eldest brother of the sect, and it is I who should bear the responsibility."
"It's just the peak state of Nascent Soul, it can be broken with a snap of the finger."
"I will be the one in charge of the soul-honoring banner."
"Stop bragging."
"If the Nascent Soul Peak is a good achievement, Jin Ao Zhenjun will be stuck in this realm for hundreds of years? The Xingluo Haihui is only so good, the peak ancestor?" Wu Rong's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "I still
That said, I will take away the Soul Reverend Flag today, and none of you can stop me."
"Master, my disciple has been offended."
"Wu Rong, how dare you!"
Qiu Wandao called him by name and stood in front of Wu Rong: "Don't force me to take action."
"My little brother is just about to ask for advice from my senior brother."
…
Bada.
Crisp footsteps sounded at the door of the Patriarch Hall.
Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.
Under the illumination of the bronze lamp, a tall monk wearing a white velvet robe approached.
The white boots are painted with moiré patterns and are spotless.
The man was undoubtedly a tall and handsome monk, with his velvet cloak fluttering gently. His face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like morning stars, and his tall sword-shaped eyebrows showed off his sharp edge.
"Am I late?"
The tall white-robed monk's eyes cut through the atmosphere in the hall like a sword. He seemed to be looking for someone as well.
However, the disappointment in his eyes was palpable.
Tu Shanjun felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, with cold hairs all over his body standing on end.
The man who appeared in front of them was terrifyingly strong.
The spirit officer's Dharma Eye could only see through that person's aura, which was even more powerful than that of Venerable Chuiyun.
Yu Long shouted sharply: "Who are you? You dare to break into my Taiyi Sect Patriarch Hall!"
"Taiyi Sect? Patriarch Hall?"
"Is he dead?" The white-robed monk looked at Tu Shanjun.
"Who is the senior talking about?"
Upon hearing that even Tu Shanjun called each other senior, the three brothers present immediately looked awe-inspiring.
"The man who founded the sect."
"Taiyi?" Tu Shanjun asked back.
"Taiyi?"
The tall white-robed monk chewed the two words in his mouth and said with some understanding: "So he has taken such a Taoist title now? Yes, it is him."
"He's dead."
"The man who founded the sect passed away a quarter of an hour ago."
The white-robed monk stood still, staring blankly, with waves in his eyes, and sighed leisurely: "I understand."
"Who are you?"
Hear the question from the red-haired monk.
The man just looked at it blankly.
The terrifying pressure seemed to hold this space firmly in its hands.
The white-robed monk stepped forward and offered incense to the jade statue, then turned around and said, "My name is Xia Feng, a fellow disciple of Junior Brother Taiyi. You can also call me 'Venerable Taihua'."