Mr. Shu next to him was stunned for a moment and said in horror: "How can it be fake? The blood and soul are all real!"
"If it's really fake, wouldn't those clan elders be able to tell?"
"They also know it's fake."
"But whoever tells lies cannot sit in that position."
"They just need someone to sit there and who cares if it's true or not."
"Besides, sometimes the fake ones work better than the real ones."
Luo Tianpeng sneered and patted Mr. Shu on the shoulder.
He said: "dig out the real thing for me. No matter how well he hides it, how deep it is, or how traceless it is, dig it out for me. Not only him, but also the person who arranged all this, no one is left."
I'll dig it out!"
"Here."
"King of Heaven, Naluo Manping..."
"I can kill him."
The young man standing aside spoke.
"Killing him will alert the enemy."
"Keep him."
"The top priority is to take over the Great Church and root out these rats in the gutter. There is still a big enemy to deal with."
Everyone was excited, they all knew who the enemy was.
In fact, when Luo Tianfeng died and Zuo Tianwang took over the great religion, everything was almost settled, and all that was left was just the finishing work.
Now that they have this false young master, they can also use the name of the false young master to attack the old king.
Wait until the fake young owner is tired of abandoning the dog before exposing it.
Then replace it smoothly.
It can be divided into three parts into one.
Unify the great religion!
In the palace.
The returned martingale sat cross-legged in the formation.
Yang Wu's expression suddenly changed.
Luo Tianfeng's face was dull, and he said very calmly: "What a smooth move, so that he can take up the identity of Yang Yang Wu and cleanse the dissidents, and it is still for Yang Wu."
"In this way, when the time is right, he can win the position of Holy Lord with both fame and fortune."
"Since he has come to the Grand Religion in person, why not kill him!"
A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in the air.
An illusory figure in black robe appeared aside.
"Even if he is a peak saint, as long as he is well ambush and suppressed by a large formation, he can be reduced to a pool of blood."
The man in black robe spoke calmly and could not hear any chills, but the cold words were conveyed through his plain words, as serious as the whisper of an evil ghost.
Luo Tianfeng's expression changed drastically.
King Zuo Tian's performance just now did not make him change his expression, nor did the sway of the elders in the sect or the silence of the monks make him surprised.
Only Tu Shanjun's words made him shudder. It was not fear or fear, but a boundless coldness rising from his spine.
The man in front of him was truly a bold man.
He didn't believe that this killing star didn't know that as long as he dared to kill Luo Tianpeng, without the Heavenly King in charge, his subordinates would be in chaos.
Once chaos breaks out, all forces will definitely carve up the Asura clan. He doesn't know whether the world will be in chaos or not, and the Asura clan will definitely not maintain its current situation.
If you kill him, who will replace him?
Is it the old King Youtian, or an elder in the clan?
It's okay to kill him for revenge, but after the killing, who will take control of the overall situation.
It's true that Luo Tianfeng wants revenge, but he doesn't want to destroy the Asura clan. He also wants the Asura clan to get back on track. When the time comes, he will return the organized clan to the hands of his only son to plan for the future.
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Luo Tianfeng was wary of weapon spirits.
Therefore, he also listened carefully to Tu Shanjun's suggestions.
In fact, he doesn't have to listen at all, but now he only has some authority.
The child even got a portion.
The child is partial to this weapon spirit again.
"He cannot die."
"At least I can't die yet."
"I want to find out who is helping him, whether they are from within the clan or from outside the clan."
"Secondly, if he dies, the overall situation will be chaotic. With my current appearance, I still cannot control the overall situation."
"My only son is young and needs time to grow up."
Luo Tianfeng said in a deep voice.
After seeing the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand, he narrowed his eyes: "You are right, we have to kill him anyway. Our strength cannot be too weak. I need to recover, and you also need to improve your strength. In this way, I also
We should go to that place."
"Pretty flat."
"exist!"
"Go to the Demon Abyss."
Luo Manping muttered: "The leader's body is unstable at this time, and there are many things in the Demon Suppressing Abyss..."
Luo Tianfeng said: "I have my own considerations, so just follow your orders!"
He spoke decisively without giving anyone a chance to refute.
He didn't care at all whether Luo Manping was worried about his physical condition.
"Here."
Luo Manping reluctantly agreed.
The Holy Lord is good at everything, except that other people must swallow the decisions they make regardless of whether they have any opinions or not.
Even if you say something, you have to do it according to the leader's wishes, and you can't have your own ideas. No wonder the monks in the sect sometimes don't recognize the leader, but don't know how to refute it.
Zhenmoyuan is located at the foot of Shura Mountain.
Nine floors underground.
It is a place where enemies, opponents, and Asura monks who have made mistakes are imprisoned.
Over the years, I have accumulated countless people.
As for why they didn't kill him, the Asura clan had their own opinions.
Those who have made mistakes and are subject to the law can use this method to correct themselves, but it is not good to kill them.
Opponents and enemies can exchange for clansmen captured by other clans, while the other group wants to get something from them, such as secrets of skills, treasures of heaven and earth, how many monks are imprisoned in Zhenmo Abyss, and their conjoined bodies.
Holy Lord's Luo Tianfeng doesn't know either.
After walking through the long corridor leading to the bottom, my eyes suddenly opened up.
The abyss is like hell.
Hanging upside down at the foot of the mountain.
And those suppressed by those large formation spaces are monks with strange responsibilities.
Luo Tianfeng did not stay too long on the upper three floors, and quickly passed through the middle three floors. When he reached the seventh floor, his inspiration became very different.
Luo Tianfeng selected a formation.
As soon as he took a step into the air, there was a cold feeling in the space in front of him, followed by the overwhelming snow.
The snow peaks are majestic.
But there is a strong pine like a towering ancient tree covering the heaven and earth.
Under the ancient pine tree, the monk in white clothes opened his eyes with his eyes closed.
His eyes are very strange, they are actually gray.
Moreover, his appearance is different from that of ordinary monks. His skin is like snow, not cold white but truly made of snow. The horns on his head are very white but also extremely rough.
He looked very old, with an open mouth and fangs spread out like jagged teeth.
"No one has been here for a long time."
After Xue Gui finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of Yang Wu.
Before he could make any move, the barefooted monk standing beside him stopped him.
The snow ghost was startled, quickly retreated, and floated under the pine tree, staring coldly at the tall monk who took action.
"Cedar Demonic Way."
"Four hundred years ago, two hundred and ninety-one disciples of my Asura tribe were killed, and only the blood of their hearts was taken. They were chased for millions of miles by the winds of the Ten Asura Dharma, captured in the cold weather of the north, and locked up in the Asura tribe's demon-suppressing
deep."
"It is said that the technique you practice is very unusual and requires the blood of our clan to be used."
"I have been interrogating you for a long time and tortured you in thousands of ways, but you have not revealed a single word."
The young man's words made Cedar Demon Dao look sideways and come to his senses, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Who are you?"
He sniffed it carefully, frowned and said, "Your blood..."
"My blood is pure."
"It's a pity that you can't drink it."
"Tell me your secret method and I can make your death easier."
The young man looked directly at the monster under the big tree on Xuefeng with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't take this monster seriously at all.
With his strength, he really doesn't have to worry about the Snow Ghost who is in the Mountain Saint realm.
He came here just to get the technique that could use Asura's battle blood to enhance his strength and perfect the Taoist technique.
Of course, since torture doesn't work, there are always other ways.
He didn't have it before, but now he just has it.
Snow Ghost sneered: "What a shame!"
He knew that he was no match for the barefoot monk.
But he was confident.
As long as he doesn't reveal the secret method, he will still be useful to the Asura clan.
If it is useful, it will not die.
The young man pulled out a three-foot-long flag from his sleeve robe.
He shook it gently and said: "I kept you because it was harmless. Although your spells are strange, they are not worth the effort. At most, they are aimed at the blood of the Asura clan. It is better to lock you up than kill you."
"It's different now."
As he shook the soul flag, a red-haired figure in a black gold robe appeared.
Luo Tianfeng smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist."
"This is our sincerity in cooperation."
"I don't want anything, just his secret skills."
"Please, fellow Taoist!"
As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, as if he wanted to see the strength of this red-haired monk.
As the master of the Soul Banner, he certainly knew that the Soul Banner could absorb the Yinshen of monks whose cultivation level was not higher than that of the main soul, so he did not choose a more powerful one, but the snow ghost in this mountain realm.
If Tu Shanjun really has considerable strength, he wouldn't mind incorporating the ten Void Refining Yin Gods into the Soul Banner.
Even if it is only in the mountain realm, a large formation composed of ten Lianxu is enough to trap and kill the peak saint.
Although the snow ghost's face was full of fear, it was not for the monk in the black gold robe, but for the barefooted man standing next to the young man.
He was trapped in this world without spiritual nourishment for a long time, and his strength had long since been reduced.
But he was definitely not weak back then, otherwise he would not have captured the Asura clansmen on a large scale, and he was able to evade the pursuit of the Ten Winds of Asura for several years, but it was a pity that he still fell short.
Even if he is so weak now, not just any Void Refining Realm monk can kill him.
Cedar Demon Dao sneered and said, "Taoist fellow Taoist, taking advantage of others' danger is not a heroic act."
"oh."
The two-horned ghost saint wearing a black gold robe glanced at the Cedar Demon Dao indifferently.
But his eyes were always on Luo Tianfeng.
Luo Tianfeng wanted to test his strength to see if he was strong or weak and whether he could suppress him.
Tu Shanjun actually also wants to see how much strength Luo Tianfeng can exert with his current Taoist cultivation, so that he can know it well.
It's a pity that he doesn't have the initiative now.
This old guy gave Tushanjun a reason he couldn't refuse.
A Void-refining Yin God will greatly improve his strength, and once the Yin God enters the banner, he will immediately have the help of the mountain realm.
Luo Tianfeng narrowed his eyes: "Fellow Taoist, do you need my help?"
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
Since this old monster wants to find out his true identity, there is no need to hide it. He can not only kill the remaining mountain realm, but also do it beautifully.
Only the strong can win respect.
Of course, cooperation must be based on the situation where the strengths of both parties are similar.
"No need."
"A person in the mountains who is about to starve to death is nothing to fear."