The soul of the Holy Tiger Demon is located in the center of the Holy Lake in the Palm of the Tiger Tomb.
It is supported by a huge lotus platform.
at this time.
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the lotus platform is a young monk with a thin figure.
Her face was originally very delicate, but now it is only pale.
Eyes closed.
Chapped lips.
The water on your body evaporates quickly.
There was fine beads of sweat all over his forehead, but the sweat turned into water vapor and dissipated around him after it surfaced.
Not only did the water vapor not feed back to the body, it also blended with the surrounding mist. The originally clear holy land suddenly turned into a huge hot spring, but Mengzhi could not feel the warmth.
Cold to the bone, hot to the heart.
The gentle wind cuts through flesh and blood like a knife.
Nothing is right anywhere, there is no sign of fusion and refining.
After touching the soul of the Tiger Demon Saint, even if Meng Zhi no longer has in-depth knowledge, he still knows that what he is facing now is the conflict of the five elements. If he is not careful, it will not be as simple as death, but his soul will be scattered, and even his true spirit will be destroyed.
Unable to save.
"What's the benefit of Mr. Fox lying to me?!" Meng Zhi gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
As he finished speaking, he opened his eyes suddenly. His red eyes were filled with blood, and there were even black lines extending from the depths, tearing at his pupils like a wild beast.
"Roar!"
A huge tiger shadow emerged above the lotus platform.
Extremely vicious.
While roaring, he spit out endless Gengjin Qi, which condensed into a storm.
The outside world cannot interfere, and there is an endless war within the sea of consciousness.
He didn't know how he should tame the tiger demon, and he didn't know why his powerful spiritual consciousness was completely unable to play its due role at this moment. At this moment, Mengzhi was like a weak mortal facing a ferocious tiger, destined to...
It was torn into pieces by tigers and devoured.
"The idea of yin and yang!"
"Tai Chi creates good fortune."
In the sea of consciousness, Meng Zhi sat cross-legged on a yin-yang fish path, guarding his consciousness, completely giving up offense and turning to defense.
Then use the whale swallowing method.
Since the tiger demon wants to eat him, he must completely absorb the holy soul before being swallowed. At that time, the tiger demon who is a rootless duckweed will be like a tiger with its teeth pulled out.
The idea was good, but once it was realized, Meng Zhi felt as if he was swallowing a knife and spitting out fire. The evil energy he swallowed seemed to burst his lungs, and his internal organs were stirred and could not rest at peace.
Mengzhi tried his best to straighten his body, but he also knew that he was powerless.
He couldn't help but laugh miserably, with black evil energy floating in the corners of his eyes, and raised his head to stare at the huge tiger shadow above.
"A narrow escape from death."
"Where is the narrow escape from death?"
Mengzhi felt that his body was getting colder, and it might not take long before he would be completely cold.
In fact, he himself knew that fate would probably not favor him, even if he tried hard and defeated all the monks. After all, he had too many good times, places, people and people to get here.
Even if I die here, I can't blame anyone.
"What a pity... I have just found the way forward to inherit and find the master."
Mengzhi slowly lowered his head.
"Since you feel sorry, don't give up."
An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice sounded in front of him.
The sound made Meng Zhi look up.
Mengzhi thought he was hallucinating.
Otherwise, why did he clearly hear the voice of Mr. Hu, but see a strange monk appear in front of him?
The man was tall, wearing a black robe with red stripes and edged with gold thread. He looked mysterious and luxurious.
The tall and straight body is like a perfect creature cast by nature.
The long scarlet hair like a waterfall is spread wantonly around the shoulders, setting off the handsome face carved from white jade. Unfortunately, the face is white with green, and there are two protruding and sharp fangs at the corners of the mouth.
.
The long horns of swords and halberds point obliquely at the sky.
Under it, a pair of black and red eyes are like deep stars.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Tushanjun."
The red-haired monk spoke.
"Master Fox?" Meng Zhi said with difficulty.
The gray-haired old man in my impression gradually merged with the tall young man in front of me.
The same tallness, the same gaze, and the same indifferent expression, as if nothing could move Master Fox.
Even if it's his own death.
Meng Zhi laughed.
That's right, Da Xiu doesn't care about the life or death of the poor chess pieces.
"You have no chance of succeeding in refining the soul of the Tiger Demon Saint, but I have a method that can help you successfully obtain the Tao body." Tu Shanjun said.
While speaking, he opened his palms, and a small blue-black flag rotated in his palm, and under the influence of mana, it turned into a length of about ten feet.
The main black gold pole has scarlet veins running through it.
Expanding and contracting, shining with light.
It's like having life.
The blue-black flag hangs down like an iron scroll, with thousands of evil ghosts walking on the clouds painted on the flag. It seems that it was painted on it, but at a glance you can feel that the evil ghosts are about to jump out of it, as if it is not a blue flag.
Rather, it is a 'gate' that can open the hell and be filled with thousands of ghosts and monsters.
"This thing is called the Honored Soul Flag."
Mengzhi didn't know what Mr. Hu meant, he just wanted to get the secret skill quickly.
"You are the spiritual root of wood, and the Taoist body of the tiger soul is gold. Using wood to control gold is seeking death and no possibility of survival. At least you can't realize the two-phase reversal now, and even I can't do the two-phase reversal."
Tu Shanjun continued: "However, there is always a glimmer of hope in the fifty-fifty road."
"This treasure is water. As long as you can grasp it, you can block a piece of water between wood and metal."
"When water falls, all things come into being."
"Wood and metal are divided, and you will thrive because of the water attribute. From now on, not only will your destiny be changed, your luck will increase, and with the Tao body and treasures to protect you, your path will also be smooth."
Meng Zhi's eyes widened, full of longing.
He wanted so much to change his fate against the odds.
Moreover, he wanted to change the situation at this time.
"but……"
Having said this, Tushanjun paused.
He originally planned to deceive the opponent into taking charge, so as to refine the tiger soul Taoist body and advance the Taoist soldiers.
However, when the words came to his lips, Tushanjun was unable to say them.
He didn't want to do that.
What starts with deception will be filled with lies.
So he said it frankly.
"When you take charge of the Sovereign Soul Banner, you are doomed to have a difficult life, and you are likely to die unexpectedly."
"I can tell you that from ancient times to the present, all the monks who hold the Soul Banner have not died a good death. Even after death, they cannot be reincarnated. The Yin God will fall into the Soul Banner and become a slave soul."
Seeing Meng Zhi endure the pain, Tu Shanjun raised his palm.
The gathering of yin and thunder is like the coming of the power of heaven.
A palm fell.
Meng Zhi felt as if he had been showered with a bucket of sweet spring water during the dog days of summer.
The originally ferocious Tiger Demon seemed to have fallen into a quagmire.
Meng Zhi was greatly puzzled and said in shock: "This..."
"Originally it was connected to the Tiger Tomb, and the power it could use was extremely powerful. Now it has become a duckweed when it burrows into your sea of consciousness, but I can't restrict it for too long."
Meng Zhi suddenly realized.
Tu Shanjun said: "Without the suppression of the tiger demon, the evil spirit of the tiger tomb is about to explode."
"You don't have much time to think about it."
"If you have any concerns, I will remove the Holy Tiger Demon's soul from your body. There will be no other problems except for some damage to your vitality, which will take about ten years to recover."
No matter what, Tushanjun wants to be more magnanimous.
He doesn't bother lying.
I don’t even want to force Meng Zhi to agree in a desperate situation.
…
Once again, a choice lies before you.
Meng Zhi still remembered when he was faced with a choice, it was three hundred thousand high-grade spiritual stones and an opportunity.
He decisively chose the opportunity. That's why he got this trial. Not only did he move from the early stage of Jindan to the later stage, but he also had a profound foundation comparable to that of a large number of disciples.
Even if he did not obtain the Taoist body, his growth in the past few years has benefited him a lot.
Now, he has to make a choice again.
Either leave, or pick up a treasure that is worthless than life.
Meng Zhi's face was cloudy and uncertain.
His current foundation is countless times stronger than that of ordinary casual cultivators. However, he also faces a problem, how to move from the first step to the second step, that is, how to become the True Monarch of Nascent Soul.
If he only relied on himself, he wouldn't have much confidence in attacking the Nascent Soul.
If Mr. Hu is willing to support him, then Meng Zhi will be a hundred times more confident in reaching the Nascent Soul Realm.
If you want to be promoted, it is definitely not enough to rely on the title of master and apprentice.
What's more, this master-disciple still has no title, it's just a tacit understanding.
Meng Zhi looked at Tu Shanjun and said with a smile: "As long as I pick up this soul flag, you will always help me?"
Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "Not bad."
"As long as you hold the Sovereign Soul Banner, I will do my best to help you achieve enlightenment!"
Meng Zhi looked at the Zunhun Banner, which was about 10 feet long, and murmured: "A narrow escape from death?"
"Ten deaths without life?"
"I've always only done things I'm sure of."
"As long as I can take the second step, even if I am never reincarnated, I am willing to do so! And, who says I can't be that exception? I choose to take charge of the treasure!"
Meng Zhi raised his hand, took the Zunhun Banner, held it firmly in his hand, looked at Tu Shanjun and said: "Old Fox, how should I refine the treasure?"
‘Whether to bind the new banner master.’
"yes!"
Mana surges.
A tall and graceful figure of a woman appeared behind Tu Shanjun.
"You've got it."
…
Inside Mirror Lake.
The water was already up to his chest.
Lord Chuiyun stared at the fishing rod, quietly waiting for the water level to rise.
However, it could be seen from the twitching corners of his mouth that his mood was not as calm as he appeared.
The weapon spirit treasure, which can swallow evil spirits and improve its level, was finally controlled by someone under his witness. The person in charge was actually just a boy in the late stage of Jindan.
This is not surprising at all.
The realm of cultivation is not that important in the eyes of a Yasheng Venerable.
With Tu Shanjun's methods, he can even shape Da Zhenren in batches.
Only now did Chuiyun understand why Tushanjun would rather go back than fall into his hands.
His cultivation level was much higher at that time.
Chuiyun sighed softly: "I can't succeed."
It was because he miscalculated the cultivation level of the Taoist main soul.
But, that was already the best effort he could do.
Seeing the water level rising, Chuiyun said in a serious voice: "Tushanjun, no matter how well you hide, one day you will fall into the hands of a powerful monk."
"This is something that is impossible to avoid."
"You must be calm enough and patient enough."
"Don't die easily!"
On Mirror Lake.
A bloody figure emerged.
Tu Shanjun looked at Chuiyun and said, "Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner!"