The red-haired Ghost Saint lowered his hoarse voice.
Lift your eyes.
Yin and Yang rotate in the vastness, forming and destroying life and death.
Flashing slightly.
Tushanjun sometimes helps others, but he still has to receive payment.
Even if it's just a pot of wine.
A copper plate.
Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, he will collect it.
This is what he has always insisted on.
Therefore, he never expects others to help him unconditionally.
Priceless help from fate often comes at a huge price in the future.
A pot of turbid wine is enough to cut off the contamination of cause and effect.
The figure stood motionless, like an insurmountable mountain. With his back to the chessboard, he stretched out his finger.
There were no words or thoughts. It was as if the moment he pointed it out, Tu Shanjun knew what he should do, or where to go to complete the instructions given by Yuan Shengming Demon.
Tu Shanjun murmured: "Yuanyang Territory, the forbidden land of gods."
There is only such a place name and nothing else.
The figure held out the mist-covered palm, and a volume of ancient scriptures was written vividly, becoming a simple book in an instant.
The breeze blows.
The ancient book falls on the top of the chessboard.
Tu Shanjun grabbed the ancient book and opened the pages.
A blank space.
"No words?"
Close the page and look at the golden line writing 'Divine Pharmacopoeia'.
A horrifying thought came to Tushanjun's mind.
It's not like this ancient book is about how to nourish the magical medicine that was sealed in the great world in his body.
However, why is there no word in this scripture?
What about the words above?
"Wordless Scripture!" Tu Shanjun's expression changed.
Not caring much, he took out all his accumulated spiritual stones over the years.
Obviously it was just a mist, but he could see the figure showing a satisfied look and nodding like a child.
Then he pointed it out, and the wordless scriptures immediately appeared with words as if printed, but in an instant the kung fu classics turned into words.
"Pan Peach in the Divine Medicine Chapter of the Spiritual and Demonic Pharmacopoeia."
Glancing at the title page, his dark pupils trembled slightly.
At the same time, a question also arises in my mind, whether the former founder of the Spiritual Demon Sect also obtained the magic of Yuan Shengling Demon, otherwise it would be impossible to explain those bizarre, reasonable but imaginative magical powers.
"Why choose me?"
"strange."
The human figure cherishes the words like gold.
No, he didn't even need to say a word.
"Can't those with great supernatural powers cross borders?"
silence.
"Senior, are you still active in the spiritual world?"
Still silent.
No message was answered to Tu Shanjun.
In fact, sometimes not answering is also an answer.
However, Tushanjun's level is too low, like a loach in the quagmire, unable to imagine the world of real dragons.
Just like before today, he thought that everyone needed words, but he never thought that he could make people understand his meaning without using spiritual consciousness and words.
It's as if the two of them are not in the same dimension at all.
There is no point in asking those questions.
It is better to seek another useful scripture.
Tu Shanjun searched for it and looked embarrassed. He had no resources to exchange for the scriptures. Even if Yuan Shengming Demon gave him the scriptures, he could not understand the wordless scriptures.
After thinking about it, I wanted to exchange it for the Yinhun Dan.
Unexpectedly, the figure waved his hand unexpectedly.
"This is great stuff!"
The figure waved again.
"I see."
Tu Shanjun threw the ancient scripture into the Soul-honoring Flag.
He cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Before I have the ability to defeat Lord Jambudvipa, I hope that the cause and effect of my predecessor is indeed as powerful as I imagined."
The figure still made no movement, and the mist transformed by the spirit stone only made the figure want to disappear for a moment.
It was as if he didn't care at all about the words of the red-haired ghost saint. What he said was the supreme law and the promise of the great road, and there would be no variables at all.
Ants cannot understand the Great Way, and there is no need for him to explain it to ants.
"I still have some things to deal with."
Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and said.
The figure did not give Tushanjun time to explain.
Give it a gentle push.
The surrounding world collapsed.
Tushanjun suddenly opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and saw that his palm was holding a blood jade gourd.
The three people beside him had different expressions.
Yang Wu quickly approached and whispered: "Sir, are you okay?"
Tu Shanjun raised his hand to indicate that it was okay, turned to look at Venerable Jifeng, cupped his hands and said, "Without senior, I'm afraid my trip would have been more unfortunate. I would also like to thank senior for having such a mysterious experience."
Venerable Jifeng looked solemn, flashed a look of guilt, and returned the greeting: "If it wasn't related to you, I might really be dead. If you want to say thank you, I should be the one to express my gratitude.
"I have no choice but to bring the blood jade gourd back. I hope you won't blame me."
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
He won't blame Master Jifeng.
If he can't even become a chess player with his level of cultivation, how can he expect a dying person to control his own destiny?
In the eyes of the great monk, they are all ants that can be crushed to death.
Not to mention fate.
Destiny is so intertwined into a big web.
If it weren't for the connection between Master Jifeng and Tu Shanjun, Yuan Shengsheng Demon would not have taken action, and Master Jifeng's breakthrough was thanks to the support of senior Yueyan, and this funding allowed Yuan Shengsheng Demon to use karma to save the life of senior Yueyan.
It was obviously something that had nothing to do with it, but it has remained the way it is today.
Generally speaking, if you sow good causes, you will get good results.
Good people are still rewarded.
However, sometimes this good news is not seen by others.
Tu Shanjun's immortal ghost eyes are extremely profound.
"Junior, take your leave."
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"Please also say hello to that old friend for me."
"I will."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and immediately walked out of the hall with Yang Wu.
Yang Wu was confused and didn't understand the change in the Lord's attitude. He didn't intervene and just stood aside with his hands down, waiting for the Lord's next instructions.
Tu Shanjun walked in the air without saying a word.
"Go back to Yangcheng."
Tear open the void of the domain barrier.
A few moments.
The two have returned to Yangcheng.
This time, Tushanjun walked to the main hall without hiding his figure.
The new city lord came in a hurry.
He saw the two people in Zhengyang Hall at a glance.
One of them has red hair and two horns.
Calm demeanor.
The young man standing next to the man raised his eyes at the top of his head. He was different from ordinary people and more powerful. Just seeing the scorching gaze was like the sun embedded in the eye hole, which could burn the world.
"Junior, don't be too embarrassed, welcome the senior."
The new city lord bowed his hands and bowed.
"You know me?" Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised.
The new city lord stood up slightly and said: "The ancestor's letter arrived in Yangcheng half a moment ago, saying that he asked me to light incense and burn talisman on the top of the city, and respectfully shout "Tushanjun" three times, and then he can call the senior to come. No
I think the juniors haven’t done it yet, but the seniors are already here.”
Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "Ancestor?"
"My ancestor is the Great Sage Yuyan."
"The ancestor said that the person who came to look for the talisman was his brother."
"I think he is the senior."
The new city lord did not dare to show off and handed over the letter: "This is the letter that the ancestor asked the junior to give to the senior."
Tu Shanjun took the letter and was surprised to find that it was indeed a sealed letter. Except for his spiritual consciousness, others could only destroy it violently, so his spiritual consciousness scanned it and the words popped out.
"My brother, Tiger King, you can see your words like your face. I am very relieved to hear that you are not dead. I can guess to some extent, and Jinghong's performance has strengthened my guess."
"..."
"..."
"I know that when you opened the inheritance place, you probably wanted to use the other two people to plot against Lord Jambudvipa."
"I'm afraid brother is going to make a mistake."
"The power of Lord Jambuddha cannot be competed by you and me."
"This is what I should solve myself."
"Brother, I came here just to get to know you better."
"Don't think about it."
"broken."
"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken!"
Tu Shanjun clutched the letter tightly and was shocked.
His return prompted Taoist Brother Yuyan to take action against Taoist Lord Jambudvipa in advance, and the meaning in the letter could not be more obvious.
Yueyan did not want to implicate Tushanjun, so he chose to tell him at this moment, which meant that Tushanjun should not return to Donghuang, because even if he returned to Donghuang, he would not be able to find him.
This move is undoubtedly to protect Tushanjun, who has already become famous.
Otherwise, perhaps what awaits Tushanjun is another Taoist holding a flag.
Tushanjun's original intention when he returned to Yangcheng was to write a letter to Yueyan, and he had found a big backer for him. Now...
etc.
If Yuan Shengming Demon hadn't said empty words.
Then Daoist Brother Yuyan's trip may not be as dangerous as imagined.
But only if you don't die.
Tu Shanjun is safe.
Immortality is already very good.
Bada.
Oval purple-black nails fell on the armrest.
"How long have we been away from the Asura clan in the underworld?"
Yang Wu was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect Tushanjun to ask this question, but he calculated it carefully, counted his fingers, and then handed over his hands and said, "My lord, it has been five years."
The spirit boat sailing across the realm greatly shortens the time, but after all, the two realms are far away, and five years is already the fastest.
"Five years."
Tu Shanjun looked at Yang Wu and continued: "Are you homesick?"
Yang Wu's eyes couldn't help but shrink, as if they suddenly became needlepoints.
He did not answer, but saluted and said: "The Martingale is willing to ride the horses in front and behind. I just ask you not to drive the Martingale away."
At this moment, Luo Tianfeng, who had been hiding deeply and seemed to be dead, appeared in the Yangwu Consciousness Sea.
Luo Tianfeng's expression was solemn.
Others don't know, but he knows it very well.
The souls who control the Soul Banner may not be able to escape the control of the Soul Banner at all. Maybe they want to leave only if Tushanjun asks, that is, to ask Tushanjun to let them go.
Therefore, when Tushanjun spoke, he also appeared together.
Persuaded Yang Wu and asked him to agree.
This may be their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Who would have expected that this bastard Yang Wu would refuse.
It should be noted that once one enters that soul banner, he will no longer have any sense of consciousness and can only serve as a slave soul and be driven by the person in charge.
"I can't leave!"
Martingale Wu Pu Tong knelt on the ground.
"No kneeling."
Tu Shanjun was furious.
Lift the martingale with one handful.
Arrange the collar and hair crown for Yang Wu.
He patted his shoulder where dust shouldn't exist.
He said softly: "It's time for you to go."
"It's time for me to go."
"It's time for us to go our separate ways now."
"It's a pity that I can't let go of your soul."
Yang Wu's eyes widened, as if he thought this matter could turn around.
"Although I can't let go of your soul, I can let go of your body." Tushanjun spread his palm and a blood jade gourd was spinning.
Immediately afterwards.
The glorious light bloomed and swept across Yang Wu's body.
The soul flag in the martingale's five-sleeved robe suddenly flew out, shrank to the size of a sesame seed, and was put into a gourd.
Yang Wu suddenly found that his connection with the Zunhun Banner was cut off by unknown supernatural powers.
The consciousness swept away.
He was shocked to find that he no longer had a soul.
But how do people survive without a soul?
Without a soul, he is just a walking corpse. How did he preserve all his memories and emotions?