Luo Shentong looked sideways at the three-foot magic medicine behind him.
The divine light of green peach hangs high.
The saints who heard this were shocked and angry.
The magic medicine is originally from the great religion.
Whether it is Luo Tianfeng or Lao Tianwang, they are essentially fighting within the great sect.
But Tushanjun is different.
Even if he is the spirit of a divine weapon, he is still an outsider to the Asura clan.
Especially this weapon spirit is not easy to mess with at first sight.
It’s okay if he’s not weak, he still looks like a demon soldier.
If he disagrees, he will hold the flag in his hand.
They don't know if they want to threaten the ancestor with the leader, or if they want to draw out the leader's soul to fill the soul flag. All in all, this weapon spirit treasure is very different from the weapon spirit treasures they know.
The old king will be defeated, but the ancestor will not.
There is a world of difference between a saint and a Taoist king.
Knowing this, Luo Manping hurriedly stood up and wanted to persuade Tu Shanjun not to argue anymore.
It's not because of the ownership of the magic medicine, but the purest difference in strength.
Cross-level battles rarely occur in the spiritual world.
Even if there are, they are within the same realm. For example, there are some sayings in the early, middle and later stages.
Facing Dao Lord, the difference between the fourth step and the third step is the essence of life. There is no possibility of winning at all.
Since the ancestor has no intention of taking action, it is better to leave it at that.
Otherwise, once the action is taken, there must be a distinction between high and low, even life and death.
Tu Shanjun certainly understands how powerful Dao Lord is.
That's why he spoke at this moment.
The ancestors of the Asura clan have been trapped in the magic medicine formation for who knows how many years. It is impossible for their strength to be at its peak. Just now, they broke the formation internally. If they are still three points weaker, it is not impossible to defeat the Ghost King of Ten Directions Killing Formation.
Luo Tianya had already expected that the words of the weapon spirit would anger the ancestor, and the ancestor would definitely take action to suppress it.
He seems to have seen the end of the weapon spirit.
The other saints had the same idea, but only Yanzang understood Tushanjun.
He felt that things might not be as optimistic as he imagined.
The dead soul of the old king flew into the soul flag.
According to the information he got.
The performance of Zunhun Banner and Weapon Spirit needs to be improved to a higher level.
With Lao Tianwang, the half-step master of the illusory Taoist flower, it is still unclear what the strength of the weapon spirit is now.
However, whichever side of the Immortal Picture of the Killing Formation just now will definitely add an extremely powerful ghost king, and no saint can resist the combat power displayed by the Killing Formation.
If a saint can't do it, what about a Taoist king?
Doubtful.
Without a real fight, no one will know.
Luo Shentong nodded slightly: "Yes."
"What?!"
All the saints were astonished.
I even thought for a while that I heard it wrong.
However they were disappointed.
Luo Shentong did not stop Tu Shanjun from taking away the magic medicine.
It seems that the magic medicine is not a natural treasure, but an unknown weed on the roadside.
"this!"
Luo Manping was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
He began to suspect that it was not a miracle medicine at all, otherwise why would the ancestor be so unconcerned about it.
He did not doubt the strength of his ancestor at all.
In his opinion, no matter how powerful Tu Shanjun is, he cannot face Lord Dao directly.
Luo Shentong said: "The magic medicine comes from an old plant. It was cut down in a hurry, so that the root system was weak and overwhelmed, and it could not be planted. Over the years, the death energy has grown by itself. Under the intertwining of life and death, it has long lost its former power. The current god
The medicine only has a great reputation and less than a percent of effectiveness."
"Not to mention bringing back the dead."
"That's something that only a complete and mature miracle medicine can do."
Luo Shentong looked at the young Luo Tianfeng.
He sighed and said: "Back then, I touched the formation for my master, but was suppressed by the formation. When I was dying, I left a message in the hope that the monks from the Great Sect would step into the whirling forest and touch the formation again, and break the formation internally and externally."
"I didn't expect it would cost you your life."
"I have advised Shen Zhong that the effectiveness of the magic medicine is not the same. If you take the magic medicine, you will be eroded by the death energy."
Luo Shentong looked sad.
"With his talent, he has a chance to become enlightened even without the magic medicine."
"He was blinded by the magic medicine."
"Forget that the person a monk should believe in most is actually himself!"
The old guy must have thought that he wanted to take the magic medicine for himself, which was why the subsequent estrangement and everything that happened now happened.
The disputes started with the magic medicine and ended with the magic medicine.
Luo Tianfeng was stunned.
It turns out that what I thought was destiny's blessing was actually Master's signal for help.
He hid it without understanding, and ultimately ended up dead.
Unwilling to be reconciled, he returned to the great religion with his remnant soul, stirred up troubles, killed many people, and rebuilt his body.
He pinned his hope on the magic medicine, and for this reason he did not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife. He used this incident to purge the voices that were discordant with him, and then took the soul flag and came to the forbidden place.
After the oriole, the old king who took charge of the whole incident came later.
He had expected it, but he didn't expect that the King of Heaven would come so quickly, and he had no choice but to fight to the death.
Surprisingly, Tushanjun didn't lie.
Give him ten saints, and he will truly refine the Holy King alive.
I thought the dust had settled, but I didn't expect that a large formation emerged after touching the magic medicine. Before Tu Shanjun could break the formation, the formation broke open from the inside. The long-lost master walked out of the formation and told him that everything he was fighting for was actually
All deviate from the original intention.
That was a signal for help.
Luo Tianfeng was silent.
When he knows that it is not fate, can he still believe that he is the strong man in charge of destiny?
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Or maybe he would regret what he did and dig his master out of the formation when he first knew it was a signal.
Will he?
Won't.
Luo Tianfeng knew clearly that even if he knew it was the master's signal from the beginning, he would still choose to hide the news and wait for the time to mature.
If he could go back in time, he would not give the old king a chance, but would choose to take the magic medicine immediately and try to reach the realm of the Tao Lord.
Master understands him at this point.
Perhaps this is the reason why Master did not say it clearly.
Even if the master explained everything clearly, he would not completely believe it. He would only think that the master did not want him to take the magic medicine.
Luo Tianfeng laughed.
He actually made the exact same choice as the old king.
Luo Tianfeng raised his head and looked at the sky in the forbidden area.
The ruins of the Divine Courtyard are golden, and the azure sky is like endless frosted glass.
The young man's face showed a pair of haggard and tired eyes, and a look of confusion, fear, but also piety flashed across his face.
"I often say that when faced with fate, the cowardly fear, the wavering hesitate, but the strong take control!"
As he spoke, Luo Tianfeng stretched out his palm and grasped it in the air. He grasped a long pole made of black evil immortal gold. At the end of the long pole was a large flag.
Honor the soul flag!
"Life is in your hands."
Luo Tianfeng pondered: "My destiny has always been in my own hands."
"It's just that different personalities will create different destinies. Some sufferings are not brought to me by the world of mortals, nor are they imposed on me by God, but are the backlash of my own choices."
"There is no way for misfortunes or blessings, only people call it upon themselves."
"God's will!"
"I don't blame God's will, but why is this God's will... sharp as a knife, and the person who cuts it will be hurt!"
God's will caused a great religious leader to disappear in a daze.
From that day on, I never saw Luo Tianfeng again.
The young man said his name was Luo Yangwu.
He is Luo Tianfeng's son.
…
Tushanjun slowly let go of his hand.
He stared intently at the three-foot-tall green peach tree and walked forward without hesitation.
It's like he didn't hear what Luo Shentong said about the magic medicine that can produce death energy, and he didn't ask whether the effect of this medicine can still be useful and he continued to move forward.
"Little friend, don't believe it?" Luo Shentong asked.
Could it be that this weapon spirit also followed in the footsteps of that old man?
Luo Shentong didn't say this just to defraud him of the magic medicine. This is the truth. He just told the real situation.
"I have studied Lingzhi Taoism."
"The moment I dug out the root system, I could already tell a lot about the condition of the miracle medicine."
"Then why?"
If Tu Shanjun didn't believe what he said, Luo Shentong wouldn't be so surprised.
Tushanjun obviously believed it, but why was he still so firm?
His determination was very different from that of ordinary monks, and he did not regard the magical medicine as an opportunity for a breakthrough in his Taoism.
Many monks regard the level of Taoism as more important than life and death.
Even if you die, there is still progress.
That is the desire for the avenue.
What he sees in his eyes is definitely not an expectation of higher or lower realms.
"It's enough to remove the dead energy and refine it into a great elixir!"
Tu Shanjun said calmly, while looking at the ancestor of the Asura clan.
He would not believe what others said, especially this old monster. Even if a true immortal appeared in front of him and told him that he could become an immortal as long as he gave up the magic medicine, he would not believe it.
Luo Shentong said nothing more.
Tu Shanjun approached the magic medicine, used the magic weapon to lift up the earth for hundreds of miles, applied the formation, and absorbed the great world born in the body.
It wasn't until the magic medicine was completely taken away that Tushanjun let out a long breath.
This is already the best material he has found within his capabilities.
It will naturally make everyone happy.
If it doesn't work out, don't be too sorry.
After all, in the battle with Lord Jambudvipa, one cannot simply rely on a magical elixir to bring the dead back to life.
If you really can't do anything, just put Brother Yuyan's soul into the flag to wait for the right time, and never give it up. It's better to never be reincarnated than to disappear completely.
Ever since he took away the soul of his disciple Zhou Xinglie from the Xingluo Taiyi Sect, Tu Shanjun was no longer so repulsive about taking the souls of people close to him.
If you are really in an irreversible situation, collecting soul flags is indeed a good idea.
As he learned more about reincarnation, he felt that reincarnation was not as good as he imagined.
Just like what my senior brother said back then, you must always find a way out for those close to you. There is no pure land in the underworld and the world of the sun. Instead of wasting time in the world of mortals, it is better to use all your strength to find a glimmer of hope.
Of course, this isn't the best.
Tushanjun changed his concept as his cultivation gradually increased and he became a big tree that sheltered him from the wind and rain.
If he has been weak, he will not feel that his path is right.
It would be best for him to go back to the Eastern Wasteland and find out the other two back-ups of Yanfu, so as to strangle Taoist Master Yanfu's path to immortality and turn Taoist Brother Yuyan into the master.
The opponent has such an obvious weakness, Tu Shanjun will not choose to fight recklessly.
"Little friend."
"You have taken away the magic medicine, please leave my magic weapon behind."
Tu Shanjun's expression froze.
I wish all the students taking the college entrance examination all the best and do well in everything.