The iceberg-like face showed a bit of ferocity like an evil spirit.
The coercion of the Lord of the Great Cult was like the sky striking the world, turning the world upside down in anger, but in an instant it turned into a calm spring breeze, spotless.
The man looked at his body and nodded with satisfaction: "You did a good job."
"The subordinates just completed everything according to the leader's wishes."
The man's palm fell on Luo Manping's shoulder.
He said calmly: "I didn't expect that even I couldn't balance my soul and body."
"This child's Yin Shen is still too weak. If it weren't for the addition of a saint at the critical moment, there's no telling whether this magical power would have been possible."
Although what he said was very plain and there was no hint of danger in it, death was a very scary thing.
He didn't choose a saint because his remnant soul couldn't devour a saint. After thinking about it, only the monks in the first step could complete this alternative method of seizing a body.
However, as he said, if a saint hadn't moved in to control the physical body, the success might really have failed.
Having said this, the man looked at the three-foot soul flag in his hand.
Wave your hand and shake it, and it will turn into ten feet.
As his spiritual consciousness penetrated it, the man's eyes immediately moved, and even his body became excited.
He saw a city, a big city in the sky. Within the city were tens of millions of evil spirits, not to mention that the main soul sitting on the soul banner was a dignified saint.
At the moment when his spiritual consciousness was refined, he learned a lot about the magical powers of the Soul Reverend Banner.
The surprise in the man's eyes gradually faded away, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that I would get such a valuable treasure at this time."
"God has been kind to me."
Thinking of being besieged and killed that year, a trace of hatred flashed in the man's eyes.
He trusted that person so much that he didn't expect that he would team up with outsiders to attack him on the eve of the battle between hundreds of tribes in the royal city. In that battle, his head was chopped off, and only a remnant of his soul escaped.
Afterwards, the Asura tribe recovered his holy body and placed it in the Blood Nirvana Palace in the hope that the body would grow into a head.
However, he was so seriously injured that he died.
As a last resort, the only son can only be sent away.
He did not expect his only son to avenge him. As the Holy Lord of the Great Sect, he was fully able to plan on his own to fulfill his long-cherished wish.
Not to mention that he also obtained such an ultimate holy weapon, which was more precious than the magic sword in his hand. It was a magic weapon. Except for the holy master of the great religion, no saint could control the magic weapon.
Isn't this the mercy of heaven?
Give him a chance to take revenge and bring order to the chaos.
"Heavy treasure?"
"you do not know?"
The man looked at Luo Manping with confusion.
Luo Manping was about to report everything that happened along the way.
He also focused on how he met Tu Shanjun that day.
"I see."
The man nodded and signaled.
…
Luo Manping raised his hands and said loudly: "Since the leader has been resurrected, we should gather the old members to bring order to the chaos and clear away the haze of the Asura clan."
The tall man waved his hand slightly: "Don't worry, now my residual soul has not healed, and my body has just been reshaped, and I am still unable to exert my strength. There will be no good outcome if I summon the monks to quarrel with him at this moment."
"It's just a good time to take this opportunity to turn from light to dark, and wait for the right time to plan the big plan."
"In order to avoid alerting others, I cannot tell anyone my news."
"You just treat me as a descendant who came to me."
"This kid..."
"My name is Yang Wu."
A clear and hearty boy's voice came.
When the voice fell, the man's face was obviously stunned.
He knew that he could not swallow up the young man's Yin Shen. After all, it was indeed a fusion of the remnant souls of the Tao. He could not possibly cover up the young man's Yin Shen.
But with the remnant soul of his great sect master, it was easy to put the young man to sleep.
Unexpectedly, the young man not only spoke but also fought with him for control of his body.
Luo Manping was also stunned.
Logically speaking, Yang Wu should have fallen asleep completely after the leader woke up.
The look on the man's face showed him who was behind it.
He looked at the Zunhun Banner in his hand.
Then he turned around and said, "Go."
"I still need some time to completely refine my strength."
"Here."
Luo Manping bowed his hands and exited the shrine.
…
As the Great Saint Luo Manping left, only the tall man was left standing alone on the bloody lake in the shrine.
He did not start refining the blood lake but shook the soul flag and said with a smile: "Do you think, fellow Taoist, that you can compete with me for control of your body with just a child?"
"This is the result of a balance between all parties."
A somewhat hoarse voice resounded in the ethereal air.
Still calm.
It was as if he had already expected what would happen now.
The tall man was stunned for a while, then said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, it seems that this is not surprising at all. If I were a fellow Taoist, maybe I would be very angry."
"However, I have a reason to do this. My only son is young and the blood feud has not been avenged. I don't dare to die, so I can only make this decision."
The man said it very sincerely.
It is hard to imagine that these words were spoken by a great religious leader. If it were not for his identity and cultivation, I would have thought that he was a humble gentleman.
However, not only is he not a gentleman, he is also the leader of the Asura clan, a powerful clan in the underworld. The world usually thinks that Asuras are murderous lunatics, no different from demons.
"Why should I be angry?"
"Fellow Taoist, aren't you angry?"
"anger."
"But I'm not angry because I was deceived."
"After seeing Asura's Gift of Blood Soul Resurrection, I already knew that this technique seems to be able to bring the dead back to life, but it is actually a symbiotic technique."
"Who will coexist?"
"Of course it's you who died."
"The so-called Taoism has your own strong personal color."
The man's face was calm, but his heart was filled with waves.
"You have great vengeance that you have not avenged, and I also have great vengeance that you have not avenged."
"You have people you want to save, and I also have people I want to save!"
"Margaret Wu is still a child. No matter how much I help him, he won't be able to grow up in a short period of time, and I just don't have time to wait."
"So, the moment I saw the gift of the blood soul returning to heaven, I had already made the decision that you would be in charge of the soul banner."
"The Holy Master of the Great Sect, Luo Tianfeng!"
A ghastly, hoarse voice was squeezed out from the fangs of the skeletal demon.
Luo Tianfeng's expression was shocked, and he started laughing.
It turns out that it was not the spirit treasure that was deceived by them, but that he shaped it into everything. All this was because he wanted to find a suitable person who could hold the Soul Banner and help him complete his big plan.
It was true. After hearing what Luo Manping said, he really thought that Tu Shanjun tied his life to Martingale Wu.
However, how can someone who is not in charge of the Soul Reverend Banner be able to lend the Lord Soul his life?
All those performances were just to make Luo Manping think that Tushanjun cared about Yangwu and tied his own path to Yangwu. Only in this way would Luo Manping completely relax his vigilance towards Tushanjun.
They even trust Tushanjun more because the young Yangwu is too weak, because fragile people need more care. In order to protect this fragile person, Tushanjun must do his best, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and devote himself wholeheartedly.
Even the demons outside the territory were frightened when they saw Tushanjun's methods of deceiving people, and bluntly said that the other party was the real demon.
What he used was not deception at all.
But sincerity.
Treat people with sincerity, and you will naturally gain sincerity.
But, will a person like him really run rampant like a passionate young man?
Maybe he would have in his early years.
However, after experiencing so many things, how could he still be like this? Not only would he use any means to achieve his goals, but he was at least a very deep-rooted and ruthless person.
Tu Shanjun's behavior gradually started to resemble that of an old geek.
No one can tell whether it was the change that occurred after he reached this state of cultivation, or whether he was able to reach this state through cultivation slowly.
Luo Tianfeng's eyes flashed with coldness, but he said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, you are not afraid that this child will not stand on the same front with you if he finds out."
As the Holy Master of a great religion, he must dominate even if he wants to cooperate with others. This is his usual style of acting. How could he be controlled by a small saint's weapon spirit?
He saw the key to the problem at a glance. As long as he could master the martingale, the Weapon Spirit Saint would not be afraid at all.
"There is nothing I should not do to others."
"Martial King has his own choice and judgment, and no one can influence him."
"Neither can I!"
After noticing the joy and excitement coming from the Yin God in his body, Luo Tianfeng's expression changed drastically.
Secretly said, "Damn it."
The devil of this soul flag is really good at deceiving people. With just a few words, a child can completely trust him and even regard him as an elder and worship him as a god.
Seeing that he could not win, Luo Tianfeng retreated and said, "As long as fellow Taoist help me take revenge, I will naturally help you."
"good."
Tu Shanjun sneered.
He looked coldly at Luo Tianfeng, who was holding the soul flag.
In this way, the two evil-minded Holy Lords and the Demon Lord reached a superficial agreement.
Yangwu, who was caught in it, didn't know what the twists and turns were. He only knew that he seemed to have strength.
He can protect his sister and control the soul flag. Maybe he can use this power to avenge Tu Shanjun. It doesn't matter whether he is a hero or a demon, as long as he is good to himself, it is enough.
…
The dark gold giant ship tore through the clouds and sky, sinking slowly like a wild beast.
The giant beast rolled up ripples in the sky, and the surrounding giant ships were like guards guarding the upper palace of the divine tower. They also slid down from the side of the dark gold giant ship like a swarm of meteors, blooming with bright sparks.
Bang.
Two wild beasts fight on the battlefield.
The middle-aged man in the seat held the white jade wine bottle, took a swig, and said with a gloomy look on his face: "Found it?!"
The big man knelt in front of the stairs and said, "This is for the protection of the left."
"The leader's lost only son has been found by the power of the Ten Dharma and brought back to the great sect."
The corners of the mouth of the middle-aged monk wearing fox fur twitched unconsciously.
Looking down at his abdomen, he saw traces of blood staining the white silk.
His face looked a little more pale, but his aura of intelligence did not diminish at all, and his gloomy face turned into a hearty laughter: "Okay, okay, just find it."
"How can the leader die in battle and leave his orphan to live in a foreign land?"
"Full speed Islam!"
"Lift."
"..."
The middle-aged man looked at the two desolate beasts on the school field, waved his hand and the heads of the two huge desolate beasts exploded to pieces, and said coldly: "Let's take the two I caught instead!"
I rested early yesterday. I don't know why my joints felt uncomfortable on a cloudy day. It felt like the gears lacked the lubrication of engine oil and were a lot jerky.