I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1026 Soul Summoning

The purple air stretches across 30,000 miles, and the sound of thunder sounds like the surging tides of the sea.

At the end of the thunder, a vast expanse of divine ruins emerged, seemingly real and illusory.

The saint's calamity has arrived.

The young man holding the Soul Banner had not yet made any move, but his magic power had already driven the Soul Banner like a waterfall of stars.

Black and red fog, the vast sky in the distance, blocking the sun and the moon, and the clouds are passing overhead.

The shape of Taiyin, the fire of the sun, the clear water opens the thick gap in the earth.

The clouds rushed into the sky and suddenly tore apart the mysterious breath of thunder above. The originally magnificent sky seemed to be pierced with a hole and turned into a sea bowl.

The turbid air is emptied out and the fresh air collides.

It was like the ancient military drum music completely blooming.

Until a clear sound fell, the heaven and earth suddenly paused, and even the music and thunder became silent.

A tall monk in a Hell-Transformation robe walked slowly on the flat surface cast by Xuantian Black Water.

Ripples appeared and turned into waves of life and death.

The avenue roared, stopping the rotation of yin and yang.

When the fog is heavy, evil will follow.

The pale palm was raised.

Grab it in the air.

An illusory soul flag appeared in his hand.

Shake gently.

The soul flag flips over and the road goes in the reverse direction.

The horrifying thunder tribulation above had not yet taken shape when it was broken up by the monk holding the banner, and turned into turbid air and sank down. Then the illusory soul banner was seen moving slightly, and many mysterious auras like fairy wool were absorbed by the soul banner.

The saint's thunder tribulation that was about to take shape disappeared in an instant.

The two corrupt Taoists were greatly surprised.

Although they were not afraid of the saint's thunder tribulation, when it came to this point, the great way was on the verge of crumbling and they did not want to be contaminated.

He didn't want to easily take away the calamity cloud and escape danger after the spirit of the magic weapon reappeared.

This is not what a newly-minted Taoist should do.

I'm afraid that even in their prime, they would not be able to so easily protect the younger generation from the thunder of disaster.

The monk in the big bamboo hat showed surprise in his eyes, and then he felt relieved.

"Where's the Thunder Tribulation?"

"Gone."

"It was taken away by the Taoist Spirit of the Artifact."

"The Taoist Spirit of the Artifact..., no matter which sect or school he is in, he is at the level of an ancestor..."

“Not only that, the Lord of the Great Dao will also have a moment when his life span will end. Each of these supreme divine weapons is enough to support the sect to continue to prosper in the world.”

  boom!

The corrupt Taoist priest wrapped in a cold breath broke through the void and stepped back onto the heaven and earth.

As if he had not yet sorted out his thoughts, he looked at the Taoist spirit in robes and surrounded by the aura of immortals, then moved to the younger man holding the soul flag, and finally looked at the monk in the big bamboo hat.

He frowned suddenly and took a half step back. He was particularly alert to his Dingyun Xuan Gong and was ready to activate his magic weapon to deal with the current situation at any time.

"Master!"

The young monk was surprised and delighted, and blurted out.

Tushan Jun stood still and glanced at me sideways. His eyes, like those in the deep devil's abyss that watched all life and death, flashed with a moved expression. He opened his mouth slightly, but did not utter any words of blame.

After a long while, he slowly uttered a sentence.

Hoarse and full of complexities: "My disciples are well, and I am very relieved!"

Wu Rong suddenly felt a surge of sadness in his heart.

He took two steps forward, then stopped and was about to kneel down and say, "Disciple..."

Tushan Jun came forward and lifted up the bent Wu Rong.

He has proved through his actions that he does not blame Wu Rong.

Thousands of words need no utterance.

The master's hand had a slight chill, just like the main pole of the Zunhun Banner, but the chill was not biting but rather gentle, and being held in this hand only felt warm.

Wu Rong stood up slowly.

The moment the thunder tribulation was dispersed by the Zunhun Banner, he had already attained sainthood.

One step to sainthood, refine the false to realize the true!

The way of fate ghosts is too compatible with the soul flag.

The reason why Wu Rong did not enter the third step was not because he was not talented or his path was about to end, but because he wanted to hone himself to the extreme at the peak of the second step.

He had been waiting for an opportunity to forge a real Soul Honoring Banner.

Only in this way can one completely realize his own destiny as a ghost.

Unfortunately, he worked hard for a long time, but even with the guidance of Datou, he was unable to forge the Soul-Respecting Banner.

This time he wanted to watch his master attain enlightenment and rebuild the world, but he didn't expect that the cultivator in charge of the Soul Banner was wiped out by the Taoist Lord. Wu Rong suddenly felt that he could not let the Soul Banner fall into the hands of others, so he begged his senior for help.

Big Head was very happy and led him into the battlefield without any hesitation.

Wu Rong clenched the soul flag tightly.

He finally became a saint.

Recalling how he was used as a bargaining chip by his family and pushed around, it was the sect that kept him protected.

After entering the sect, he could not practice.

I don’t know how many people are waiting to laugh at him.

Entering Ghost Peak and accompanied by ghosts and monsters, listening to the master preach the great way, the path of Tao will finally begin.

  Go against fate and change destiny, the string of Tao will become harmonious.

Just when things seemed to be improving, I heard the news that my master had passed away.

He was very reluctant and didn't want to believe that it was true. He felt uneasy in his heart but had no one to vent. The bitterness at that time made him feel that this was how he should be.

I was so excited when I heard that Master had come out of retreat.

The master uncle passed away.

It's not that he has to fight for the position of leader.

The enemy is currently.

  Who can take on the task in times of crisis? !

He doesn't trust anyone except himself, and since he can't take his master away, naturally he will take the position of the head of Taiyi Sect.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn for the worse. The Grand Master arrived, but as fate would have it, he discovered that it was them, the master and the disciple, who were driven away. Even though Wu Rong had a thousand words to say, he could only become a dog that had lost its home.

He hesitated for too long in the first half of his life.

Long enough to write a long book.

"I don't ask for God's mercy, our lives are in our own hands."

……

Tu Shanjun, who had helped Wu Rong up, stared coldly at the sky. The kindness he had shown to his apprentice just now disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by boundless anger. His bloody mouth was covered with fangs, and he uttered the hoarse and ferocious roar of an evil ghost. "This is too much!"

"Is this invisible attack the code of conduct of the Ancient Immortal Tower?!"

It must have been some great supernatural power that took action just now.

Otherwise it wouldn't be possible that quickly.

Tu Shanjun didn't even react.

Although he had not yet developed new strength at that time, he had already achieved enlightenment.

Who would have thought that a person with great supernatural powers could be so powerful.

How can he, without any bargaining chips, guard against the attacks of powerful people?

The only one he can count on is Tianjun.

Unfortunately, the warning and measures from the Lord of Heaven did not arrive.

Tushan Jun naturally could not vent his anger on the Emperor of Heaven. He should not have placed all his hopes on a suppressed god.

  But how to prevent it?

Can't be prevented.

Without great supernatural powers, even the arrival of the Great Dao would be unable to stop the opponent from taking action.

"It's my fault."

The lost words of the Heavenly Monarch were heard.

His voice was filled with frustration and loneliness.

After all, he was not the former Lord of Righteous Law, Yan Tian Shen Jun, who lived up to his courage and strength, and he did not expect that the 'Spiritual Demon of Yuan Sheng' did not take action.

He knew that he was no match for the great supernatural power now, but he was enough to deal with the Taoist Lord, so he said "I will take action".

In fact, he also placed his hopes on Yuan Sheng Holy Demon.

Now he understood what Tushan Jun said, that things that were not decided by him did not count.

Yuan Sheng Lingmo didn't want to take action, and even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, he couldn't get any help.

Yuan Tong took a step forward, the Dao light around him slowly faded away, revealing his figure. He said calmly: "The struggle for Daoism is a life-and-death struggle. God is not the right path, and should be buried in history, drowned in the endless past, and should never be dug out and revived. If anyone wants to revive the path of God, all the immortals in the world will fight him together!"

"What I do in Xianlou is aboveboard."

"Half of the forbidden land originally belonged to the Immortal Tower. You, a thief, sneaked into the forbidden land and sucked the blood of the gods to forge divine weapons. You deserve this disaster."

"Why not accept it?"

The Emperor was furious.

He roared, "Bullshit!"

"The Forbidden Land of Gods was created from my divine body. It is none of your business to decide who I give it to."

Yuan Tong laughed and said, "The Lord of Heaven is so majestic."

"Unfortunately, the spoils of war have no right to speak."

He doesn't even have the autonomy to participate in the distribution of the spoils. In the final analysis, the winner takes all, and there is not much that the Heavenly Emperor can do.

Tushan Jun was not a thief. He came to the forbidden land at the invitation of Yuansheng Holy Demon, and most of his actions were in accordance with Yuansheng Holy Demon's instructions.

And when the Heavenly Lord opened his mouth, the Holy Spirit Demon of Yuan Sheng was the Taoist sect.

The Taoist sect also owns half of the forbidden land.

Now it seems that it is a fight between Taoism and Ancient Immortal Tower.

Gods and immortals are nothing more than excuses and banners for lofty ideals.

  Could it be possible that a tiny spiritual deity could reverse the destiny and restart Shinto?

Not to mention that others don't believe it, I'm afraid even the Heavenly Emperor himself doesn't believe it.

Shou He is more like a seed of hope, proving that Shinto still has potential and hope, but he is not the key to controlling Shinto.

The real key is now in the hands of some great masters, while the future is in the hands of the general public.

In the end, is God the right way or is the immortal the right way? Or is God better or is the immortal better?

No one can say for sure.

Time will give the answer, and all living beings will give the answer.

Tu Shanjun doesn't want an answer, nor does he pursue any answer.

If he killed someone, he would bring it up to justice, saying it was a confrontation between immortals, a struggle for Taoism, a general situation that no one could stop. Then he would tell Tushan Jun that to fight against him was to fight against all the immortals in the world.

Isn't it just imposing one's own mistakes on the people of the world?

People in the world have no blessings to enjoy, but they must share the misfortunes.

  How innocent are people in this world?

Killing someone means paying with your life, and debts must be repaid. This is only natural.

Tu Shanjun's eyes gradually became cold.

Hide your anger.

There are thousands of truths in this world, but it is useless to talk about them.

Only the fist is the eternal truth.

Since Yuan Tong said that the spoils of war have no right to speak, let’s have a thorough fight to see who is truly qualified!

"Come!"

The Ghost King croaked.

The soul-honoring flag is shaking.

The black and red chains dragged out a shackled soul from the void.

The moment the soul emerged from the void, it was taken away by the divine weapon.

All the cultivators were horrified.

"He is the ancestor of Zhenxiu Temple."

"Wasn't he crushed to death by the Emperor's Shadow reflected by the Heavenly Dao?"

"Yes, I killed him, but I didn't expect that he would be found by the divine weapon after falling into the void of the domain barrier."

The saints were stunned and at the same time, they were even more in awe of the magical weapon.

At this moment they also realized that all the monks killed by the divine soldiers would become the divine soldiers' servitude souls and would never be free again. What a horrible thing this was.

Especially after the magic weapon achieved the great way, it first cultivated life and death. The Taoist Lord of Life and Death has a very obvious advantage over those old Taoist Lords who have reached the end of their lives.

At the same time as the soul of Shoujin Daojun, who was disguised as a demon king, was taken away by the Soul Banner, Tushan Jun's Taoist aura rose rapidly.

A divine soul allowed Tushan Jun to completely consolidate his Taoist realm.

There was still endless coldness in Tushan Jun's eyes.

Wave the soul flag again.

The Ghost King chanted:

"Ouyang Qiuxian."

"The soul is back!"

later.