Tushanjun standing in front of the steps is no longer what he used to be.
His immortal eye can easily penetrate the light.
The interior is still as glorious as before, with a clear blue sky and green grass. The soft light casts a sacred veil over everything, as if you have suddenly entered a fairyland.
"Wait for me outside the door." Tu Shanjun told Yang Wu.
"good."
Yang Wu nodded and said nothing.
Tu Shanjun asked Yang Wu to wait outside because he wanted to separate the soul flag and the main soul.
If this was a trap set by Lord Jambudvipa, his body could still be reshaped using the soul flag after dying here.
Step inside the door.
It seems that time has stood still and the collapse of that year was just a dream.
Bada.
The black and red cloud boots fell to the ground, and Tushanjun, with two horns on his head, slowly approached.
It was still the big crooked and lush tree, and it was still the three completely withered and dead futons. He still remembered that a female nun and another green futon had sat cross-legged here.
Tu Shanjun stretched out his finger and pointed at his forehead.
A blood jade gourd was spinning in the center of his palm.
This gourd was originally a personal belonging of the ancestor of the Lingmo Sect, but later he gave it to Tushanjun because he didn't want Sijiu to take it away.
Sijiu knew that he could not gain any advantage in this situation, so he left his skills and went to Yuanyang Region, and changed his name to Dunyi, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for himself.
Although Lord Yanfu said that he could wash away the bloody smell of the spirit demon ancestor, Tu Shanjun did not think that Yanfu could completely do it.
The power of Yuan Shengming Demon is invisible and intangible, but it can profoundly affect every detail.
It is not ruled out that Yuan Shengsheng Demon does not pay attention to the ancestors of the Spirit Demon Sect, so he can get rid of the influence of his own contamination after the reincarnation of the Spirit Demon Sect.
Since the blood jade gourd was once hers, Tushanjun can use the soul-chasing technique to find the former owner of the blood jade gourd.
This method may lead to finding the wrong person, so Tu Shanjun returned here, intending to look for clues about the Lingmo Sect.
Unexpectedly, the three futons were intact, which saved him countless efforts.
A blue-white ghost hand with one claw.
The futon falls into the hand.
Refined instantly.
Twist it to the extreme and take out the scent that is different from futon and ancient wood.
Along with the burning of Wanye Tiansha Fire, a little bit of spiritual energy was revealed.
The oval purple-black nails caught the light-colored breath, and was then put into the blood jade gourd by Tu Tiger.
Buzz.
Tushanjun shook the gourd in his hand.
"Chasing the soul!"
The cold light shines.
The narrowed eyes opened.
A horrifying thought flashed through Tu Shanjun's mind.
Is reincarnation really the reincarnation of the true spirit as other monks said?
If this is the case, this kind of authority should belong to heaven and earth, and no matter how bad it is, there should be a huge and terrifying force controlling it.
In this way, can other monks really be reincarnated when they want, and can they also 'customize' it according to their own wishes?
Even if the Taoist Master of Jambudvipa is as powerful as the Three Flowers Realm like the ancestor of the Yu family, I am afraid he may not have such energy.
No matter what the reincarnation is, all in all, Tu Shanjun has found the location of the ancestor of the Spirit Demon Sect through pursuit.
As long as you find the other person, check the nature and destiny of the other person's life, and work backwards, you can basically know how reincarnation works.
Looking at the other futon, Tu Shanjun murmured in a deep voice: "Old Monster Jing."
At that time, the incense tree in the cave was absorbed by the Soul Flag, and Jing Lao Monster turned into evil energy and merged into the Soul Flag.
It stands to reason that you should be able to use the soul flag to find that person. Perhaps it is the evil spirit that Old Monster Jing turned into and not the soul. Fortunately, you can also extract a trace of the opponent's breath from the futon.
…
"who?!"
Angry shouts came from above.
A figure wrapped in endless anger descended.
The majestic pressure is like a dark cloud covering the sun, as if it wants to suppress everything under its own ingenuity.
The owner of the figure obviously has enough strength in Xiaohuangyu.
Because he is the only god-transforming venerable in the Xiaohuang Realm.
Bang!
The monk wearing a Yangyan robe and a golden crown on his head looked directly at the monk on the long steps, turned to look at the open door, and shouted: "How dare you open my Yangcheng underground palace without authorization!"
The tall monk standing at the end of the long steps remained motionless.
His expression didn't even move.
He always looked at the giant bronze door in front of him.
"court death!"
The new city lord was furious, opened his mouth and launched a flaming flying knife.
The Tao soldiers are like sparks of divine light that tear apart everything.
Dazzling in heaven and earth.
Keng.
The flying knife stopped immediately.
It wasn't that the tall monk used magical powers or magical weapons to resist, it was just the spiritual energy that was scattered, as if the space was completely frozen, and nothing could get in.
Even the Taoist soldiers of the monks who transform themselves into gods are like toys that have been suspended.
The new city lord's eyes narrowed to pinpoints, and he was trembling.
With his full blow, he couldn't even see who the opponent was, let alone the coercion as vast as the sky that rolled down on him, causing his tall body to bend involuntarily.
It seemed that if he dared to resist, he would be reduced to a pool of blood.
"What?!"
"How could there be such a person!"
The new city lord was so shocked that he could hardly speak.
"Could it be that he is a saint?"
The new city lord turned the storage ring, took out a token, and then reached out to crush it.
"end!"
A young voice came.
It was as if an invisible sky pillar had built the new city lord into it, and even his consciousness was completely frozen.
boom.
The seal was dropped when it was sealed.
His cultivation was not enough to support him, so he fell down and his whole body was stuck to the ground unable to move.
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He tried his best to turn his head, trying to see the new city lord clearly. However, he was horrified and could only see the frozen trembling and silent horror on the new city lord's face.
"What's going on?" Feng Chengyin was panicked.
The new city lord is the Supreme Transformation God.
Although he usually pretends to be a Yuanying monk, the power of the Venerable cannot be competed by Yuanying.
Why does even the city lord have such a look on his face?
What is that figure in the distance?
The monk at the end of the advanced level looked sideways slightly, and the sky-high single horn came into their eyes. Black hair, black eyes, and the illusory eyeball in the center of the horn rotated.
He is like an immortal king, standing quietly on the top of the world, calmly looking down at all the ordinary people who want to see him.
"You should be lucky, I don't like killing people."
"Otherwise you would have been dead when you broke into this place."
"Do not move."
"At least until the adults come out!"
The tall young man with one horn said calmly.
Like thunder filling the ears.
Seal Chengyin's pupils shrank.
This terrifying figure already looks like an invincible god.
And there was an ‘adult’ in his mouth.
Then, what kind of person should this adult be?
In other words, is this still a monk?
When did such a terrifying existence appear in the small wilderness?
It's not that the great monks don't like the barren land at all, because there is no huge spiritual vein that can carry them here.
Feng Chengyin was completely desperate.
When he heard these few words, he made a conclusion about his life.
In the eyes of the big man, they are like dust and bugs, and they actively want to stain the big man's iron boots. The dirt can be removed at any time and will definitely be eliminated.
Blood oozed from the corners of the new city lord's mouth.
He shouted hoarsely: "I don't care who you are, this is the city of the Tianyang Divine Sect and the dojo of the Great Sage Yuyan."
"You shouldn't have come!"
Yang Wu calmly glanced at the city lord who tried his best to tear apart a voice of spiritual consciousness, and said nonchalantly: "To my family, the Holy King is just like an ant."
Saying this, he waved his hand and pressed down to completely restrain him.
Immediately.
The city lord felt that his body could no longer move.
In fact, he didn't even have the ability to crush the token to let his ancestor know.
Along with it came endless terror.
What is the Holy King?
An existence that can only be honored when standing at the pinnacle of the Void Refining Realm.
In the mouth of the one-horned young man, he was actually an ant.
The look in the other person's eyes couldn't be faked, it was a kind of confidence, as if it was really easy to hunt down the Holy King.
"Alien?!"
The new city lord has blazing eyes and is a completely different race from human cultivators.
I don’t know the purpose, I don’t know where it comes from.
However, the other party is so powerful that it is disappointing.
"I must inform the ancestor."
The city lord found that even his own thoughts were slowing down, as if his sea of consciousness was suppressed by this spell and could not think.
Buzz.
The black and red robes fluttered.
Red-haired waterfall.
The top corner points to the blue sky.
A monk who was more than seven feet tall walked out of the giant bronze door that exuded soft light.
"How did these two people learn about the changes here?"
The main soul in the black and red robe muttered.
He didn't intend to ask.
Perhaps the opening of the gate alarmed the monks in Yangcheng.
This person possesses pure Taoism of Tianyang Divine Sect and should be a monk of Tianyang Divine Sect in the Eastern Wilderness Realm. In this case, just modify the other person's memory directly.
As for the other one.
Looks a bit familiar.
It would be a wonderful thing to meet an acquaintance here, but he still had no intention of getting to know him or her.
Sometimes, it's better not to know each other.
Feng Chengyin stared at the black and red figure approaching.
He won't admit his mistake.
He would never mistake that long dark red hair.
Even if the other person's appearance has changed slightly, he will never mistake those eyes, let alone the green-faced, fanged face and the same eyes as before.
"It's him!"
Feng Chengyin screamed in his heart.
However, he couldn't make any sound.
‘One sound.’
'Even if it's just a word.'
As long as he calls out the other person's name, the other person will definitely recognize him.
Yang Wu looked surprised.
I had never seen such a drastic change in this person's expression just now.
I think I know the adults.
Yang Wu immediately relaxed a little.
Feng Chengyin watched helplessly as the oval purple-black nails got closer and closer to his forehead.
Until it resists.
A ray of coldness is about to penetrate the soul.
"Tushanjun!"
Main soul, no, Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
It's like meeting an old friend.
Feng Chengyin shouted: "My senior brother wants to see you!"
"Why meet..."
Tu Shanjun looked stunned and frowned: "I heard from Senior Yuyan that Senior Jifeng passed away long ago."
Feng Chengyin let out a breath of turbidity.
fine.
Just a little bit.
He was just a little short of being speechless.
"Yes."
"My senior brother died, but he came back to life."
"Resurrection from the dead?"
Tu Shanjun slowly retracted his fingers.
He returned to Xiaohuangyu and didn't want to see anyone.
Even an old friend will erase his or her memory in person.
But now it seems that Master Jifeng must meet him!
