I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1015 Sharpening the Knife

The gatekeeper looked at the old sage with a little surprise, and was quite shocked by the dragon-tiger chariot.

The servant was surprised: "It's you..."

"Do you know us?" asked the Old Sage.

"It was you who asked the Mud Dragon Gang to embarrass my landlord almost a year ago."

The servant recognized the old sage and the young nobleman, and asked cautiously and seriously, "What are you doing here again?"

Wen Zhaowu stepped forward and said, "Please trouble you, little brother, to report."

"My senior brother wants to meet that fellow Taoist."

Zhao Jing immediately understood what the other party meant.

Who else could that Taoist friend be other than the old immortal?

Looking at the two beasts, the dragon and the tiger, that exuded an ancient aura, Zhao Jing took a half step back in fear.

The person sitting in the beast cart must be an important person. At the very least, his strength is definitely not comparable to that of the young man. I think he has come to find his senior master.

This means I'm coming to their land to seek revenge.

Zhao Jing knew that the other party could smash him into mud with one punch, but he still had no intention of opening the door.

He refused immediately, saying, "Please go back. The old immortal has stopped seeing guests half a year ago."

The dragon and the tiger roared angrily.

puff.

Zhao Jing fell to the ground.

He was trembling with fear and didn't get up.

A voice fell, and Zhao Jing was lifted up: "Tianmen Holy Land, the descendant of the Sun and Moon King, Chu Xingluo, comes to discuss the Dao."

"Invite them in."

A hollow and hoarse voice came.

Zhao Jing said, "The old immortal has agreed to see you, please go in."

"The gate of our temple is only this wide. Your chariot..."

Before Zhao Jing finished speaking, a young man wearing a long chaotic golden robe and a yin-yang golden crown on his head walked down from the ancient battlefield.

He looks like a young man, but he doesn't have the liveliness that a young person should have.

He is very methodical and steady.

This is Wen Zhaowu’s senior brother, Chu Xingluo from Tianmen Holy Land.

When Chu Xingluo raised his hand, the dragon-tiger chariot shrank rapidly, and in a short while it turned into a seal that he put into his sleeve.

"Let's go. I've been wanting to meet this person for a long time."

Chu Xingluo stepped forward, as if it was his duty to walk in front, and he also waited for others to go first.

Wen Zhaowu and Ibis Laosheng quickly followed.

The old sage Ibis was afraid of Tushanjun. He had actually fought with Tushanjun and understood how terrifying the other party was.

Wen Zhaowu also knew about this, but he still brought his senior brother here. Not only was he unable to disobey the order, but he also wanted to see which side was stronger. He acknowledged that Tu Shanjun was powerful but he also had his own little thoughts.

The senior brother in front of him has inherited the ancient king's legacy and is invincible among the young generation in the holy land.

He felt that Senior Brother Chu would never lose.

  How can a self-taught cultivator with no background be compared with the geniuses of the big sects?

Chu Xingluo, who took away the ancient dragon-tiger chariot and moved forward, had no idea what his junior brother was thinking. He couldn't wait to take a look at the fellow Yin-Yang cultivator mentioned in the message.

A few moments.

Chu Xingluo arrived at the main hall.

In the main hall.

A Taoist priest in black and red robes sat upright.

Get up when they arrive.

Chu Xingluo strode forward, stopped in front of the temple door, and carefully looked at the monk standing in the shadows.

The monk's red hair was tied up with a black crown.

Bluish-white face and two horns on the head.

At first glance, Chu Xingluo thought that the other party was a demon. At second glance, he no longer thought so. He felt the unique spiritual power of the way of life and death from the other party. It was an indescribable feeling. At third glance, the spiritual power disappeared, and the Taoist standing in front of him no longer had any fluctuations, like an ordinary person.

"Meeting is not as good as being famous."

"Fellow!"

Chu Xingluo felt a little disappointed.

What he was looking for was a Yin-Yang Taoist. How could he discuss Taoism with such an obvious Life and Death Taoist?

  He now had some doubts about the accuracy of the news, and even began to doubt whether the miracle medicine was real. Could it be just an attractive cover?

The Taoist did not argue, and said calmly: "Have you heard of me?"

Chu Xingluo said frankly: "I have heard of it."

"Cui Jianlu said that you are a great enemy, and Liu Yanghe from the Hehuan Sect said that you should not be underestimated. He also said that you are guarding a magical medicine, so I came here."

"I'm looking for you!"

"Hehuan Sect?"

The Taoist's eyes, as dark and red as the collapsed abyss of stars, flashed with memories, and then he came back to his senses and looked at the monk in robes: "You know everything, aren't you afraid of being used as a gun?"

Chu Xingluo sneered and said, "I just want to come."

"There's no point in testing each other.

"Yes, yes. No, no. It's useless to test it. It's better to be straightforward. Even if Cui Jianlu and Liu Yanghe say this in front of me, I won't change a word."

Chu Xingluo thought Tu Shanjun had some concerns, so he started to explain openly: "You don't have to be afraid."

“It’s about the fight between the Dao Sect and the Ancient Immortals’ Tower, and as a Xuan Sect member, I still managed to squeeze in.

“Those old seniors, under the care of the two families, will not attack you so early.”

Tu Shanjun laughed, the expression in his eyes never changed: "You mean, you want me to be a whetstone for the younger generations of the Taoist sect and the Ancient Immortal House?"

"It's not just you."

"It's us, each other's sharpening stone."

Chu Xingluo hugged his shoulders and said calmly: "Geniuses are common, some survive a thousand years, some a hundred years, and here comes another third-step genius. Many people are unwilling to enter the third step because they want to accumulate to the limit in the second step, and then jump from one limit to another, which will prolong the practice time, otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words, but Tu Shanjun knew what he meant.

In fact, ever since I heard the geniuses from the big sects in the Eastern Wilderness, I have understood that practicing is not difficult for many cultivators, but the difficult part is to become a great cultivator.

For the birth of a great monk, many people will die. No matter how great their qualifications are, after death, they will be just a pile of dry bones on the road to immortality.

Chu Xingluo saw it very clearly.

Anyway, it's going to end sooner or later, so you can get the upper hand and avoid being forced to do something that's not going to look good or go your way.

Chu Xingluo looked at Tu Shanjun and said, "Daoyou, please take action."

"If you are afraid, hand over the magic medicine. You leave through the back door, and I will take care of the rest."

The red-haired Taoist said in a long voice: "Thank you." "Fellow Taoist, have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out."

"Please step aside."

The red-haired Taoist shook his head slightly: "Thank you for letting me know something, but I can't let you."

"Be my enemy and you will die!"

Tushan Jun laughed loudly. Chu Xingluo from the Tianmen Holy Land did have the confidence and strength to say this, but in Tushan Jun's opinion, he was still a little short of it.

He slowly said, "If it weren't for you, I would have been more worried. Therefore, if you become my enemy, I will spare your life."

Wen Zhaowu shouted, "How dare you!"

But he saw Chu Xingluo raising his hand, his face was icy, showing anger, and he suppressed his anger and said: "What a lunatic!"

The dragon and tiger energies form a Tai Chi diagram.

Yin and Yang work together!

hum.

The Avenue is coming.

The Yin-Yang grinding wheel seems to reflect the divine light of the Holy King.

The red-haired Taoist priest sitting still is like the manifestation of the eternal and unchanging wheel.

Chu Xingluo, who activated his Freemasonry powers, was shocked.

As the Red-haired Taoist's Yin-Yang Millstone turned, he indeed felt a terrifying aura.

It was a kind of yin and yang that was extremely profound yet completely different. It was not of the same type as the dragon and tiger Tai Chi diagram behind him, but they should be of the same origin.

"it is good!"

Chu Xingluo shouted loudly, applauding while frowning.

Why did he feel that the red-haired Taoist in front of him was just a show-off?

Having the Tao but not the Technique.

There is no foundation for cultivation.

It was as if he could only activate the Great Dao to descend, but was unable to display any further magical powers.

"Fellow Daoist, you look down on me like this?!" Chu Xingluo was furious.

Tushan Jun, who was sitting in the hall, said nothing. It must be said that Chu Xingluo had good vision.

Tu Shanjun now has both the Tao and the skills.

Without enough mana to activate his magical powers, being able to manifest the Great Dao Millstone was already a very extreme limit. But he couldn't just do nothing and let the other party pass by openly.

Chu Xingluo strode forward.

A punch was delivered.

The dragon and the tiger transformed into the galloping sun and the moon.

The sun and the moon are across the sky, and yin and yang are in harmony.

King Fist!

Boom.

  boom! ! !

A fist collided with it, stopping Chu Xingluo's steps abruptly.

However, both of them took two or three steps back at this moment.

It can be clearly seen that the red-haired Taoist is on the verge of collapse.

Chu Xingluo shouted: "You have the Tao but no skills. I wonder how long you can last!"

"Why do I need the old immortal to support me? I will defeat you!"

A divine light tore through the void, as if crossing an ancient river of time. A dark-skinned man over six feet tall stepped onto the ground, bowed to Tushan Jun, and said, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. I have finally succeeded in my physical form and spirit. I didn't expect a strong enemy to come to my door. I am too late."

Tu Shanjun smiled and nodded: "Not too late, just right."

Chu Xingluo asked coldly: "Who are you and why are you here to mess things up?!"

Shou He looked at Tushan Jun.

The red-haired Taoist's figure suddenly turned into black and red mist and swept away.

Shou He pulled open the Zunhun Banner with one hand.

The three-foot soul flag turned into one foot.

Along with the rush of qi and blood, inside the soul flag, a Taoist priest under a tree in a temple in the Xuantian City slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and suddenly flew away.

  call!

A huge banner as blue as iron waved over and then slowly dropped down.

The banner seemed to have turned into a door.

Endless mist is rising.

A bluish-white ghost hand stretched out from the vortex and grabbed the edge of the banner.

Oval purple-black nails are carved into the banner.

Then, the iron boots landed on the ground, and a monk with a green face and fangs in a black and red robe walked out from the banner-shaped door, stood in the lobby, and glanced at him sideways under the shining divine light.

Silence!

The big ghost with a green face and fangs suddenly spoke.

The fangs moved slightly.

The hoarse voice sounded as if it hadn't been spoken for a long time.

"He is the master of the Honored Soul Banner!"

……

Yuanyang domain.

Unknown land.

In front of the high furnace.

The monk with a hooked nose and a sinister face stopped what he was doing, stood up and asked, "Senior, is it time for us to leave?"

"it's time."

All that was left of the hook-nosed monk was a tall back. He was wearing a huge bamboo hat. It was unclear whether the hat was bigger or the head of the man wearing it was bigger.

The monk in the bamboo hat turned slightly and said, "Let's go to the forbidden land of the gods!"

"I think I should be able to meet your master this time."

"Haha."

The hook-nosed monk also laughed twice.

The laughter of the two, one big and one small, made the devil beside him shudder.

I don’t know whether it was directed at the laughter or at the person I was about to meet.