But there was sadness and solemnity in that voice.
Tu Shanjun knew that it was impossible for Sanniang to cultivate to Nascent Soul so quickly.
No matter how talented a monk is, there must be a process of accumulation.
The accumulation of mana is a time-consuming effort. Although it can be shortened through magical elixirs, it is still extremely time-consuming.
Three years.
Not to mention a monk with Taoist talents and outstanding talents, even a great Taoist disciple would not be able to advance to two great realms.
Therefore, when he returned to Soul Banner, he had already cut off the supply of mana.
The red ghost eyes on the main pole of the soul flag emitted a brilliant light, shrouding Sanniang in the quiet room.
Bathed in this glorious mist, it is as warm as the spring breeze, like the setting sun, which makes people feel warm. It is not cold, sinister, scary, or frightening. It is like the caressing palm of an elderly person, warm and powerful.
Xu Sanniang sat cross-legged on the futon, her figure blurred by the pure air all over her body. The pure energy of the late Nascent Soul behind her turned into a spiritual idea, while the figure in front of her was like ice melting, and the aura around her body fell rapidly.
It slipped all the way until it reached the late stage of Jindan and finally stopped.
Just when Xu Sanniang thought her cultivation would continue to decline, a green and white ghost hand stretched out from behind the banner and held down her shoulder.
Immediately, Lingji's aura was stable and showed no increase or decrease, and even the slight sluggishness disappeared. Only the voice from the soul flag was heard: "Unscathed?"
There was surprise and doubt in his voice.
How could he not cause any damage to himself after using such a powerful secret technique?
"It's still damaging." Xu Sanniang said with a smile.
As he spoke, he looked aside.
The flying butterfly condensed by the pure air, one of its four wings is now missing, leaving only three wings.
The ghost hand extended from Qingban gently grasped the butterfly.
Then open your palms.
The butterfly with its broken wings fluttered in the palm of my hand, resting on the purple-black oval nail. It stopped lightly and flapped its broken wings on its back.
"The method of borrowing the future is like the wings of a butterfly."
Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time and said, "Thank you very much."
If it weren't for Xu Sanniang's Taoist body and the magical power of the two great true kings, he might not have been able to survive the thunder tribulation so easily.
When he dies and returns to the Soul Banner, the next time he goes through the tribulation will definitely not be so smooth, and the thunder tribulation will even become more powerful because of the power of the Soul Banner.
On the road of spiritual practice, every step is slow and every step is slow.
If we had not survived the thunderstorm this time, we don’t know how many changes would have occurred.
You should express gratitude both emotionally and rationally.
But the price is very heavy.
"Brother Tushan, why did you say this?"
"I just think that the power of Taoism should be used at the most critical moment."
Xu Sanniang stood up with a smile, pulled up the Soul Reverend Flag standing in front of her, and said, "This is the most critical moment!"
"It's just a Taoist body. Even without a Taoist body, I can still reach the peak of cultivation. Compared with a Taoist body and people, I still think people are more important."
"Of course, this is also the result of my careful consideration." Xu Sanniang nodded.
The ghost hand disappeared, leaving only a soul flag in Xu Sanniang's hand. Tu Shanjun didn't say much, only a long sigh with a bit of sigh: "There are still four years."
"It's time to give people a break."
"It's been three years since I took a break."
"I have never been lazy in the past three years..."
Waving the soul flag, a foot long turned into a foot long and was put into the sleeve of Xu Sanniang's robe.
With peace of mind about the important things on my mind and clearing away the haze, I suddenly feel that my heart feels better. Even my breathing becomes much easier. Even the simple quiet room in the past is much more pleasing to the eye.
…
Tu Shanjun, who had survived the thunder tribulation, returned to the soul flag and looked towards the great city in the distance.
Take one step forward.
The figure has appeared in the Taoist temple.
The shade of the big locust tree covered most of the area.
The world inside the soul flag is as clear as heaven and earth.
The big city is like a towering and majestic mountain. It has long ceased to look like the small village city it once was.
Tu Shanjun figured out the Yin spirits in the flags, a god-transforming venerable, thirteen Nascent Soul Lords, golden elixirs to build the foundation, and integrated more than 2.6 million Yin spirits.
The Nascent Soul formation base of the Ten Directions Ghost King Formation has been assembled.
Coupled with his own strength, even the former Lord Chuiyun can fight.
If you have enough magic power, you may be able to win the battle.
It's a pity that before Donghaijun wakes up, he enters the soul flag.
Tu Shanjun has long ago discovered that any Yin spirit who is placed in a state of nowhere to return to the ruins will be absorbed by the soul flag and turn into a Yin spirit in the flag if its cultivation level is lower than his.
If it is a living creature, it will not happen before death.
The same is true once the body dies, even if Tushanjun wants to, he will not be able to survive.
He couldn't help but sigh at the domineering power of the Zunhun Banner.
With his strength greatly improved, he is not far away from returning to Star Luo for revenge.
After thinking about it, his strength has improved rapidly, and Chuiyun may not be a soft persimmon.
It is impossible to say that after refining Kunpeng's inheritance, the old thief Chuiyun will accumulate a lot of experience and reach a new realm in just a dozen years. In that case, revenge will not be safe.
The second is its own existence.
As the Zunhun Banner becomes more powerful, his figure has become extremely obvious.
Even if he wanted to keep a low profile, he couldn't.
This is the attention brought by strong cultivation, and it is also the focus of the cultivation world on strong people.
Even if Tushanjun himself doesn't take any action, he will still be discovered and remembered.
Just like a good person, the bigger the rankings that are ranked in the Eastern Wilderness, whether it is the Taoist Ranking or the Divine Weapon Ranking, the more powerful they are, the more people will care about them.
Sooner or later, his identity will be exposed to everyone.
He must gain the power to control his own destiny before his identity is exposed.
Otherwise, once he is exposed, the person who greets him will not be the true king or the venerable one, but the holy lords from all over the world, and even those ancient monsters, who are waiting for the opportunity and planning for the great power of the world.
Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun had a few more disturbing thoughts in his heart.
He should reduce his presence, at least not appear so ostentatiously.
In the past, the banner master was not strong enough and he could only use mana to manifest his soul clone. Now, although the banner master's strength is not strong, it is enough to activate the soul banner, and he can handle some small things by himself.
If something serious happens, it's never too late to take action.
…
As a monk who always pays attention to the thunder clouds of the Han River, He Shuli is the first and no one dares to say the second.
Maybe other people also know about the changes in the Han River, but they don't know the identity of the monk who crossed the tribulation.
He is one of the people who knows the inside story.
When he heard that the thunderclouds on the Han River had dispersed, He Shuli was surprised and happy.
But he still suppressed the excitement in his heart and started to think about it. It would be fine if the Demon Lord survived the thunder tribulation, but if he didn't survive it, it might not be a good thing for him to go to the orphanage again.
Xu Sanniang and the Pei family are their own family affairs, so they can talk about it behind closed doors.
He, an outsider, cannot interfere.
Without thinking much, he decided to rush to the orphanage.
I have been waiting for three years.
You can never fall short at a critical moment.
He Shuli knew that this was the biggest opportunity he could ever encounter in his life, and he couldn't just retreat, so he hurried to the orphanage in a puppet carriage.
He stood at the door for a long time, and it was not until he was called out by a tall boy that he came out of his daze.
"Mr. Crane?"
"Skinny Monkey."
"Mr. He's letter is so accurate. How do you know that Uncle Tiger is out of confinement?"
"Exit?!"
He Shuli's originally anxious heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he didn't care to exchange pleasantries with the thin monkey.
Rushed to the backyard.
The setting sun beats the blood, and the glow sinks.
A tall figure was lying on his side on a wicker chair, scrolling through the scriptures in his hands, enjoying a relaxing moment.
When he saw the dusty He Shuli, he smiled and said: "The information is quite good. I thought about it for two days before telling you. I didn't want you to find it first."
"Master, you are finally out of seclusion!"
He Shuli's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, his body softened, and he almost collapsed on the ground.
…
dusk.
Inside the dark palace.
A monk wearing a bronze mask and a blue sky cloud water robe put down the jade slip in his hand and said lightly: "So, in just five or six years, I lost three governors."
"They are the Governor of Cuiyun Mountain, the Governor of Yunge, and the Governor of Huafang."
The monk gathered his magic power, drew a spiritual map, and said, "They are all distributed within the territory of the Great Instrument Sect. Could it be that the Great Instrument Sect took action?"
As he spoke, his eyes moved away.
"My subordinates found out that it was not the Daqi Sect that took action."
"The Governor of Cuiyun Mountain enriched his own pockets. When his life was about to end, he tried to use a puppet of heaven to change his life. He was killed by an unknown monk. He spent less than half a stick of incense."
The figure half-kneeling in the hall with his head lowered continued to report: "The monk from Yunge was attacked by a puppet of Tianji and died of serious injuries."
"My subordinates have sent people to find out. It was Wu Zhu who took action."
Saying this, he presented the jade slip.
"The Governor of Huafang should be the safest one, but it is said that a monk crossed the Han River and caused disaster to the fish pond."
"oh?"
The monk in the high seat took the jade slip, his spiritual consciousness passed by, and then asked: "Do you have the memory of the Yin God?"
"Back to the hall master, except for the helmsman of Yun Pavilion, there are no other two."
"Have you not even taken back the Yin Shen Nascent Soul?"
The high-ranking monk frowned and pondered.
There are many ways to kill the Peak Great True Monarch, not to mention that most of these rudder leaders are mediocre people, so it is reasonable for them to be killed.
However, those who can kill them and trap the Yin Shen are definitely not ordinary people.
"In just a few years, I have lost three helmsmen. I am very sad and heartbroken. I ordered the 'Desolate Fox' to investigate the matter thoroughly and give justice to my three helmsmen."
The masked monk slowly leaned back, with most of his body sinking into the shadows.
Waving his hands slightly, he said: "Go ahead, don't let me lose my reputation."
"Here!"
The monk bowed and exited the hall, holding the token high. As he raised it, the token disappeared.
Then a slender figure appeared on the other side. The man's appearance was hidden under a fox mask. He rubbed the token and said, "What mission did the hall master say it was?"
"My lord, please take a look."
The monk presented the jade slip.
"Tianji City, mysterious monk."
Huanghu took the jade slip and glanced at it, then he understood.
Without saying anything, he used his escape technique and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.
Its power, spirit, and aura are obscure and mysterious. It is not like mountains and lakes, but rather like facing a small world, which makes people feel awe.
Even with his level of cultivation, he still feels stressed.
It wasn't until the man disappeared that the monk stood up and took a look.
He exclaimed: "As expected of a senior cultivator at the elder level in the hall."