The holy soldiers are majestic and the black evil aura surges.
The black and red immortal ghost eyes turned slightly.
He recognized the monk who walked up to the soul flag.
A mouthful of long fangs opened before the ghost's eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded in the ethereal world where the black evil aura had not dissipated: "Fellow Daoist Chu."
Chu Kuang was overjoyed: "The agreement I made back then has not yet been fulfilled."
Xun Yixiang's dark eyes looked carefully.
Showing surprise.
The Zhangxu Soul Banner is forged with Wanye Black Tribulation Gold, and the sacred patterns and seals are written naturally, just like the uncanny craftsmanship of heaven and earth.
Xun Yixiang couldn't see the specific meaning, he could only feel it through his true meaning. Under the experience of the virtual god's vision, it seemed to record the magical power in a scripture.
"Scripture or magical power?!"
Xun Yixiang stared at the scriptures curiously.
The ghostly eyes were focused on the black-clothed monk next to Chu Kuang.
Squinted.
Tu Shanjun probably knows why his thousand-year insights were turned into seal script and written on the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.
A total of 3,752 words.
It was named by him as the ‘Immortal Sutra’.
Any monk who can understand the Sutra of Immortality can condense the seeds of immortality and transform the body into an immortal body.
This is one of the manifestations of magical powers after the Soul Banner has advanced to become a holy weapon.
Ordinary people may not be able to understand the "Sutra of Immortality", and it is even possible that no one in the spiritual world recognizes the seal scripts he wrote, but as a compiler of the Sutra of Immortality and as the main soul of the immortal Taoist body, he completely recognizes these.
Scripture.
Of course, even a monk cannot understand it under Tushanjun's teachings. So, as the owner of the immortal Tao body, he can first condense the Tao seed and then distribute it to others.
Let practitioners first possess the Tao body, and then in turn practice the Sutra of Immortality.
Xun Yi was very interested in ancient scriptures, but he did not rush to ask about the Zunhun Banner.
Each school is very open-minded about classics in a broad sense, and can even print and distribute them all over the world. Otherwise, ordinary cultivators would not be able to spend a few spiritual stones to buy a Daozang Sutra, let alone watch the Dharma let a hundred flowers bloom.
However, they are very conservative about the core true traditions of each sect.
Asking a monk about this aspect is touching the bottom line and can easily be misunderstood, leading to a fight.
Although he didn't ask, Xun Yixiang actually looked solemn.
He can feel it.
The tall soul flag standing behind the monk sitting cross-legged is indeed a peerless holy weapon.
If he is allowed to take charge, his strength will be greatly improved. If he could only defeat ordinary saints by relying on his own foundation and strength, now he can be confident even against powerful saints.
Tu Shanjun looked away, shook his head slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are too weak."
Chu Kuang opened his mouth, and the look in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
However, he still forced himself to cheer up and said: "I have really thought about taking charge of the artifact."
"However, I still want to fulfill the agreement I made back then. If it weren't for my fellow Taoist, Xuan Jue Dao would never have been able to let me return it to its original owner so easily."
"What fellow Taoist said makes sense, so what do fellow Taoists think of me, senior brother?"
"My senior brother is the Taoist scholar of the Academy!"
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly: "Very good."
"Unfortunately, we are still in the second step."
Xun Yixiang smiled and said: "It's not because I want to be a Taoist disciple that I stop at the second step to bully the monks in this realm, but because I am the strongest in this realm, so I am the Taoist disciple of the academy."
"If you want to become an immortal, you have to go to the extreme every step of the way, and you can't miss the slightest bit."
"The test of the fifty-year-old Nascent Soul is not at all the speed of cultivation, but to see whether the monk can reach the limit of the first step at the age of fifty."
"Then rise above it."
"If you can't even touch the limit, you will rush to cross the border."
"How to become an immortal?"
"I am the strongest in this realm now. When I take that step, I will still be the strongest in the current realm!"
Xun Yixiang said calmly.
He will never be the strongest in the current realm, and then he will be lost to everyone after taking another step.
At the current step, he is the strongest, so no matter who he competes with in the next step, whether it is the elders back then or the juniors in the future, he will still be the strongest.
Therefore, it is even more necessary to touch the limit.
Every situation is taken to the extreme.
“Good temperament!”
Tu Shanjun sighed in admiration. Of course, his words were not that he disliked Xun Yixiang, but that he was still too weak to face the Taoist Lord in such a state. Even if the Taoist Lord of Yanfu was half dead, he was not able to deal with it in the second state. Unexpectedly, Xun
Yi Xiang misunderstood what he meant.
What Xun Yixiang said is also correct.
What's even more rare is that he has a very clear understanding of his realm and purpose.
"well said."
A big man tore through the mist and stepped forward, saying loudly: "Thunder Tribulation can be broken by raising your hand, but there is no point in doing so. If you can't become the strongest in the world, even if you can rush to the next level, it will just become a stepping stone for others. Practice
A slight deviation in the road will lead to a loss of thousands of miles.”
"I heard you are very strong?"
The big man looked at the Zunhun Banner,
He handed over his hand and wiped the blood on his hand.
He smiled and said: "In this ancient sacred place, I have no doubts, so I came here to ask for advice."
Chu Kuang's eyes narrowed. If senior brother Xun Yixiang relied on his magical power to bring him here, like a bee in the flowers, not touching a leaf, then the black-haired man in front of him relied entirely on his tyrannical strength.
He fought all the way in, and all the monks who stood in front of him were no match for him.
"How is it possible? They are all candidates for Daozi and Daozi from a large clan."
Baili Buhuo glanced at Chu Kuang who was muttering and said, "Daozi?"
"Oh, ask your senior brother if he cares about Daozi's identity?"
"The identity of Daozi is not important, but the identity of inheriting the Soul Flag is very important."
A cold voice sounded, and then a stern monk wearing a light blue and white robe and long silver hair walked through the air, and the clouds rippled to reveal a woman behind him.
There was no surprise in Baili Buhuo's eyes: "The descendants of Emperor Chi actually let you take the people safely..."
Official Yuling said: "The orthodoxy of Emperor Chi is originally from the Chixueba Emperor Sect, and Yan Fadu is slightly worse than that person."
The female cultivator who walked out from behind Yu Lingguan saluted generously: "Teacher!"
Tu Shanjun looked at Yu Linglong.
The moment he saw Yu Linglong, he understood that the Yu family had gone to great lengths just to bring Yu Linglong to him.
However, he had already calculated in his heart that Yu Linglong was not a good flag bearer, but at least for a master-disciple meeting, he should say: "You shouldn't come."
Yu Linglong's pupils shrank slightly and she said in a deep voice: "Does the teacher think that I am not as good as Senior Brother Meng?"
"I've made up my mind!"
Thousands of words are choked in my throat.
Yu Linglong didn't know what she should say. She didn't want to disobey her teacher's orders, and she didn't want Tu Shanjun to leave.
She has become accustomed to having her teacher by her side.
In fact, she herself knew that after Tu Shanjun made it clear to her that day and refused her help, her hope of controlling the Soul Banner was slim.
"good!"
"The strong one gets the treasure, what does this have to do with that?" Yang Xingtian, who had golden hair on his head, strode over. There was a wound on his shoulder with golden blood flowing, but he did not look embarrassed. On the contrary, he looked embarrassed.
Even more energetic, he said loudly: "I didn't expect that I was the fourth one to arrive."
"Yu Renzheng..."
Yang Xingtian said: "He can run fast."
"Even if you give him the inheritance of the Sun God, he will not be able to exert the power of the Sun God, let alone the Golden Sun Feathering."
"Why do I sound sour?"
"I just lament that the Sun God inheritance was given to the wrong person."
"If you give it to me, it will be like the divine sun in the sky!"
"Then, in this case, the treasure of the soul flag should be given to me, so that I, the Heavenly Demon Palace, can make good use of it." A woman wearing a long gown and a veil approached, her wonderful eyes were moving, like the gaze of the moon god, solemn and solemn, giving
With an unparalleled arrogance and aloofness, even men would feel ashamed and dare not come forward to her.
"The Heavenly Demon Palace has an unparalleled destiny."
The woman leaned forward and stared at the Soul Flag with her beautiful eyes.
However, the eyes of the undead ghost were unmoved, and it seemed that Fate Wushuang was ogling the blind man.
Ming Wushuang gave a sweet smile. It was really a charming voice that could not be described in a thousand words. It was just a frown and a smile that made Chu Kuang hesitate a little. It also made Yu Linglong feel uneasy, for fear that the teacher would be raped by this vixen.
' was seduced by his appearance.
"Brothers, why don't you just retreat and give the treasure to my little sister?"
There were ripples in Yang Xingtian's heart, and he couldn't help but be wary, but his expression remained as usual and even more relaxed as he said, "What a shameless woman, I'm too young for my age."
Xun Yixiang remained silent.
Baili Buhuo said calmly: "I'll give it to you, why? If you want to grab it yourself, if you beat me, I will naturally withdraw. You don't have to hold back for fear of beating me to death. I wish I had such a strong person."
As my opponent, no one has been able to fully activate my Aragami body since I grew up."
Ming Wushuang put away his smile and said coldly: "If you don't drink a toast, you will be fined, so don't blame me for being too harsh!"
The battle in the outside world continues, and many candidates have withdrawn.
Only the Daozi of the large clans are still fighting.
There are many large families in the Eastern Wasteland, and naturally there are many talented young people.
However, only about half of the monks can get here, and even fewer can get close to the core area in such a short period of time.
If you are unlucky, you will have to fight endlessly when you meet a strong person.
Ming Wushuang looked back.
If there are more people waiting, it will be even harder to argue. Those who can get close in such a short time are not only strong but also lucky, but this does not mean that the monks who have not arrived from the outside world are weak, such as Taozi of Wanfa Sect.
, the Tao and Ming of the Great Religion, the Taoist body of the Holy Land, the genius of the ancient race...
"Having said all that, you should make way for me."
A monk in gray robes said calmly.
Everyone was stunned.
Apart from being surprised, they had different expressions.
"What a loud tone!"
"Who is your Excellency?"
"How brave!"
"..."
The gray-robed monk looked like a crane standing straight.
Thin, cold.
A pair of dark eyes were full of calmness and indifference. When they scanned the crowd, they could only ignore them, as if they did not pay attention to the most powerful geniuses in the second step.
"The true magic way, Ouyang Qiu Xian."
"Quanzhen Demonic Way, Ouyang Qiuxian, I've never heard of it!"
"Have today's juniors forgotten my reputation?"
"However, I am not here today to make a name for myself."
Ouyang Qiuxian took one step forward, and an invisible vibration fell majestically.
Everyone immediately seemed to be under a spell and there was no more sound or movement.
The eyes of the undead ghost suddenly widened.
Tushanjun felt a danger.
It's not a danger, it's a feeling.
It was as if he, as a mortal, met the demon cultivator who rushed to the village out of nowhere. At that time, he was injured, and the demon cultivator was also injured.
Even if he wasn't injured, he was just an ant in the eyes of the demon cultivator.