The old man's eyes, which were as bright as the stars in the sky, gradually gained expression, and his body slowly stretched from sitting cross-legged.
The bloody lotus behind the back gathered together, like a Buddha's hand coming from the scorching abyss to hold everything, until the moment when the lotus disappeared completely, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the sky began to shine.
"It's the ancestor!"
While the saints were exclaiming, they could not hide their excitement.
No matter which side they were on, it was because nothing was settled yet.
When the ancestor appears, the Tao appears in the world.
All the Asura clan members knelt down and worshiped.
Scream the name of our ancestors, Lord of the Pilgrimage Road.
"It's really the ancestor." Luo Manping was shocked and also felt happy.
How powerful Daojun is.
One person in a clan can live in peace for thirty thousand years.
The disappearance of the ancestor caused turmoil within the clan.
If the ancestors had not disappeared, perhaps the Asura clan would still be prosperous.
The happiest person is Luo Tianfeng.
I thought that everything was settled and my fate was about to end, but I didn't expect Master Zheng to appear as soon as the formation was opened.
With the master's Taoism and cultivation, he doesn't need to give up the magic medicine at all.
He has very little magic power left. Even if Tu Shanjun can suppress him and take away the magic power by force, he cannot be a match for the master.
How could Luo Tianfeng not be ecstatic!
There is an unknown person whose aura spirit seems to be weak, but is actually more powerful than Ouyang Qiuxian back then.
Tu Shanjun didn't know whether he could win.
When facing Dao Lord directly, a trace of fear could not help but arise in his heart.
When he self-destructed the holy weapon, Ouyang Qiuxian could only be injured.
The injury will be completely restored with a single stroke of Xuan Gong.
If the ancestor of the Yu family hadn't taken action to kill Ouyang Qiuxian, his life might not be in his own hands from now on.
Or is it really like what many monks said, refining his mind and completely erasing his own memory. At that time, he may not even have the ability to break the jade.
Fear is human nature and no one is exempt.
The pale ghost's hand suddenly opened, and young Luo Tianfeng instantly fell into his hand.
Purple-black nails pierced Luo Tianfeng's scalp, and his cold eyes stared at the Tao Lord in the distance. Without saying anything, he stuffed a Saint-level Yin Soul Pill into Luo Tianfeng's mouth.
Melts in your mouth.
Luo Tianfeng's eyes widened immediately.
His remaining mana was restored to more than 10% in an instant.
And this process is still going on. The power of the pill he just swallowed is still working. In just a moment, the terrifying spiritual energy filled his limbs and bones.
The red-haired devil's eyes were cold.
The long fangs make it even more ferocious.
As soon as Luo Tianfeng was filled with power, he immediately wanted to break free.
Then he was shocked to find that those five pale fingers were piercing into his head like steel needles.
Black and red silk threads pierced the sea of consciousness in the skull.
He was not given a chance to resist at all.
Even his body has become the Demon Saint's puppet.
Luo Tianfeng's heart sank.
He thought that after going through all this...
Based on Tu Shanjun's appearance and what Yang Wu learned about Tu Shanjun's behavior and speech behavior, he could judge that this person was a person who valued affection and righteousness.
It can be said that because they jointly resisted the old king and later voluntarily gave up the magic medicine, they used more humorous words to draw closer to each other.
At least in the future we can each maintain dignity and help each other.
Unexpectedly, he just had a flash of the idea of taking back the magic medicine, but before he put it into action, Tushanjun took the initiative.
There is no hope that he can help the other person because of his words.
Instead, he held him in his hands for the first time.
Forcibly suppress the soul.
Extract mana to wield the Soul Banner.
Is this going to be soft-hearted?
Is this really the same person as Yang Wu said?
In Yang Wu's words, Tushanjun is very gentle, harmless to humans and animals, and even sounds a little silly.
Who cares about what a child calls him, and who would tell his real name to a 'tool'? This is what a normal person in a superior position should say?
It's like, in his eyes, most people in the world are equal.
No one is superior to anyone else, regardless of their cultivation or practice.
Such a benevolent person, but his attacks are very powerful and scary.
A sentence from the Taoist Scriptures came to Luo Tianfeng's mind: 'The saints are unkind and treat the common people as stupid dogs.' Could it be that in the eyes of the ghost saints, they are no different from the stupid dogs.
Luo Tianfeng's pupils trembled slightly, he had made a wrong judgment.
Gui Shengren is truly benevolent, and his ruthlessness is also truly ruthless.
His benevolence only treats those who are close to him and treats all living beings the same.
So is ruthlessness.
Anyone who is an enemy of himself or someone close to him will turn into a vicious evil spirit in an instant.
He doesn't ask about right or wrong, he only cares about closeness and distance.
Luo Tianfeng had an expression of disbelief when he came back to his senses.
How could there be such a person?
Thinking of the identity of Tushan Jun's weapon spirit, he closed his eyes.
Very upset!
It was precisely because Tu Shanjun looked so much like a human that he mistook him for it.
The weapon spirit is the real weapon spirit.
Anyone who holds the Soul Reverend Banner will treat the other person's affairs as his own as long as he approves of them.
However, he still got it wrong.
Don't blame Luo Tianfeng.
Just because Tushanjun's experience is too mysterious.
He was trained by demons into a soul flag, and with the blessing of an unknown system, he created such a mysterious weapon that was different from other spiritual treasures.
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Feeling the piercing pain in his scalp and the weakness of his body that was beyond his control, Luo Tianfeng struggled to arouse Martingale. This was his last chance.
As long as Yang Wu stands with him, he will have a glimmer of hope, thus revealing the flaw in the Soul Banner.
However, what awaited him was deathly silence.
"Martingale."
"Luo Yangwu!"
Luo Tianfeng yelled in the sea of consciousness, frantically looking for Yang Wu's figure.
There was still silence all around.
He could only stand blankly in the light, look into the darkness, and said in despair: "My son, Yang Wu, you promised to be my son."
"Master Asura."
"Holy King."
"Luo Tianfeng's son!"
in the dark.
Still no sound.
There was no cry or confession, it was still silent, as if the person he was calling was not here at all, but Luo Tianfeng could clearly feel the presence of Martingale Wu.
It was obvious that Yang Wu had called his father just now, asking him to help that ruthless weapon spirit.
"Why?!"
"You are still young and you don't understand. Death is really scary. When you die, you can't speak, hear, or see. Slowly, and finally you can't feel anything. I'm very afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid...
My daughter has lost her father, my son, my sister’s brother.”
"I know."
Yangwu's thin figure walked out of the darkness.
"I know everything!"
"Death is very cold, very empty, very fast, and you can't even feel it."
"I feel helpless after death."
"I prayed to God and the earth, and he was the only one who answered me."
"He saved me then, I can't harm him now!"
Plop.
Yang Wu knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I really wanted to be your son, but I was not sincere at that time. I just wanted you to relax your vigilance. Only in this way can I
At the most critical moment, I make my own choice."
Luo Tianfeng sighed deeply.
Laughed.
The leader of such a great religion, the Saint King, is so powerful that even a child can't defeat him.
It's really a joke to say it out loud.
However, can status and strength really make a brave person surrender?
The answer is obvious.
People who are attracted by status and strength will eventually leave because of the decline of these two.
Luo Tianfeng stepped forward and helped Martingale Wu up.
Look at it carefully.
Nodding slightly: "You don't have to say sorry, I didn't really mean it at that time."
"Only sincerity can replace sincerity."
"The only answer to lies is lies."
"pity."
"If we are both still alive, how I wish you were really my son."
"Father!"
"I will always be your son and your sister's brother."
Luo Tianfeng couldn't help but shuddered and murmured: "Sister."
…
"My little friend, you should let go of my useless disciple. I have no ill intentions."
The ancestor of Asura stood still in the void, his eyes fell on Tu Shanjun, and then gradually moved to the young Luo Tianfeng, and there was a trace of sadness that could not go away from the depths.
Tushanjun still didn't let go.
He didn't even say anything.
The ancestor of Asura is very tall, with a nearly eight-foot body that looks thin and has deep-set cheeks, but he does not have a ruthless look. Instead, he looks like an immortal.
A single horn pierces out from the forehead, and the demonic eye formed by the lines is half open and half closed, like a Buddha walking in the world.
The beard and hair are all mixed with white hair and tied up with a black jade crown.
Wearing a Xumi Xuan robe and wearing a pair of black lotus cloud shoes.
It is none other than the ancestor of the Great Sect, the majestic Taoist Lord, Luo Shentong.
Luo Shentong brushed the look from his eyes.
Point it out.
A boundless blood moon rose behind him amid the mysterious light.
The blood moon turned into a pagoda hanging above Luo Shentong's head.
The Tao Lord's unparalleled inspiration and divine weapons intertwined and turned into a terrifying mysterious light that enveloped the world of mortals.
"The shape of offense and defense changes the world."
"different!"
Tu Shanjun was surprised to find that the fighting spirit in his heart quickly dropped.
He said in a deep voice: "Another ancient art?"
However, Tu Shanjun did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he tempered his military energy with his spiritual consciousness. A sharp and supreme fighting spirit burst out from his body, as if it had turned into a demonic sword that cut away the sky.
"Military tactics?"
Luo Shentong looked at Tushanjun in surprise.
Emperor Chi's military tactics are driven by military energy.
This is Nan Tianwang’s unique skill.
King Nan Tian once told him that if he died one day, this group of emperor's soldiers would be buried together in the long river of history. Who would have thought that when he was dying, Luo Shenzhong chose to let Emperor Chi's ancient skills continue to shine in the world.
This is what he saw within the confinement of the formation.
He saw everything.
Can't say it, can't stop it.
What Luo Shentong didn't expect was that Tu Shanjun would be able to activate even a hint of power just after receiving Emperor Chi's weapon energy.
Just this trace is enough to greatly reduce the effectiveness of his ancient magic.
And he really didn't want to use force with Tushanjun.
Said: "It is not good for you or me to fight against each other."
Tu Shanjun finally spoke: "The magic medicine belongs to me, and I will leave immediately."