I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1031 Fengzu

Behind the melodious sound of thunder was a middle-aged man, perhaps even older than middle-aged, but there was no white in his hair.

Even the dark places are all dark gold.

As if that was the color his hair was supposed to be.

He was dressed in a dark gold moon-patterned Wutong robe and a phoenix crown on his head, but other than that, he seemed to have nothing special about him.

His appearance and figure were not outstanding, and even his pair of dark golden eyes, like those of a wild god, were not as scorching as the sun. Instead, they were filled with a faint tranquility.

The pair of dark golden eyes, like those of an ancient wild beast, sized up the person who came.

The Taoist master of Tianyang Divine Sect frowned slightly.

The sky was filled with black fog.

The road is close to the abyss.

He couldn't tell the depth of the person for a moment.

This strange Lord of the Great Dao, dressed in a black and red Taoist robe, is like a profound blue sky and earth, and the Taoist aura surrounding him is as sharp as the blade of chaos.

Every move is accompanied by the rhythm of Tao.

The mysterious breath of life and death intertwined into a divine chain that drove the distance between heaven and earth, like a net unfolding in heaven and on earth.

Such a person, not to mention that he is a stranger, even if he is a giant in the magic world, he must be treated with courtesy.

Daojun bowed and said, "Daoyou, have you come to the wrong place? I, the Tianyang Divine Sect, don't seem to know you."

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

The Taoist in the black and red robe remained silent.

"I am the Grand Elder of the Tianyang Divine Sect, Yang Shengwu, also known as Xuanfeng. I have yet to ask for your name."

Taoist Xuanfeng didn't quite understand the purpose of this strange Taoist in majestic robes.

However, the other party's purpose is so clear, it should not be groundless. It seems that he is indeed related to a cultivator of their Tianyang Divine Sect.

"Honored Soul."

"Zunhun? Zunhun Daojun?"

Yang Shengwu thought about it over and over again but could not imagine when such a powerful person would appear in the Eastern Wilderness.

Yang Shengwu, who was unable to figure it out, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the other party is a Taoist master of life and death who can condense a divine chain to drive the net of heaven and earth, he is no pushover either.

As the undisputed great elder of the Tianyang Divine Sect, he has not been active in the cultivation world for a long time, but his legend is still circulating in the immortal cultivation world of Donghuang.

"If you can't explain your purpose, I can't let you join the sect."

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Zi Daoxu."

The strange Taoist Master of Life and Death, wearing the robes of Hell’s transformation, finally gave in.

"Zi Daoxu?"

Yang Shengwu was stunned for a moment.

The name is familiar yet somewhat strange.

Probably because the Tianyang Divine Sect is different from many sects.

The Tianyang Divine Sect is the representative of a family dynasty.

The main clan all has the surname Yang, and other surnames are mostly external clans. Although the internal and external clans are integrated and communicated, and you are in me and I am in you, the surname Yang is still more noble.

Hearing a name out of the blue, Yang Shengwu thought carefully, then his eyes widened slightly, looking at the strange Taoist in black and red robes in disbelief, and said in surprise: "It's you?!"

"You're back?"

Yang Shengwu was astonished and stared at the strange Taoist.

In fact, he didn't have a very deep impression of Tushan Jun.

If there is only one connection, it is the much-talked-about advancement of the Holy Soldiers back then.

It is said that the spiritual artifact can be upgraded to a holy weapon.

The Yu family set down rules to ensure fair competition among all families.

That time, the talented disciples of Tianyang Divine Sect also rushed there.

Later, Yang Shengwu was more concerned about the fact that Ouyang Qiuxian, the Taoist master of the True Demonic Dao, was killed by Yu Tiandi.

After all, he is a virtuous king.

The death of every virtuous ruler is extremely shocking news.

His only impression of that incident was the death of Ouyang Qiuxian.

I didn’t expect that such a short time had passed and the spirit of the weapon had already achieved enlightenment.

This also made Yang Shengwu wonder: "Is this really a spirit?"

"It is unfortunate that you have come to visit me, Yunyan is not in the sect."

"How about I let you know when Yunyan returns to the sect tomorrow?"

What you think in your heart and how you say it are two different things. Yang Shengwu still does not intend to let a strange Taoist set foot in the sect.

This person is notorious for his evil deeds. Even a great Dao Lord like Ouyang Qiuxian was indirectly killed by him. At that time, he had just become a holy soldier, and now he is a Dao Lord. Whether for the safety of the sect or for other considerations, Yang Shengwu hopes that Tushan Jun can stop and leave.

However, this strange Taoist Master seemed to not understand at all and said in a deep voice: "Your ancestor knows his whereabouts."

"Fellow Daoist, are you so persistent?"

Mysterious energy circulated throughout Yang Shengwu's body, and the black feather sword hung high in the sky and then dripped down.

The Yin-Yang Immortal Eyes of the Taoist Zunhun turned.

The two pupils, one big and one small, chase each other to form a yin-yang fish.

"Invite him in."

An old and wild ancient voice came from the end of the void.

"Ancestor..."

"He is a guest from afar and he means no harm."

All the hostility from Yang Shengwu disappeared, and the divine sword formed by the profound breath of the Great Dao turned into a breeze that blew away the clouds in the distant sky.

After hearing the ancient and vicissitudes of life wild voice, Yang Shengwu no longer argued, nor did he explain to the ancestor the origin of this strange Taoist master. In his opinion, the ancestor might have already expected it.

"please!"

"please."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and followed the great elder of Tianyang Divine Sect into the sect.

This was the first time that Tushan Jun had a panoramic view of the entire Tianyang Divine Sect from this angle.

He was not interested in looking at the other party's layout.

For Tushan Jun now, a quick glance was enough to see through the details of the Tianyang Divine Sect's formation, and there was no need to study it carefully to avoid offending others. "Be more restrained and ask for directions." Tushan Jun muttered in his heart.

Although he had a rift with the disciples of Tianyang Divine Sect in the past, he was not angry enough to vent his anger on the entire sect. Besides, these were all old grudges and Tushan Jun did not want to bring them up.

If you are easy to talk to, everyone will be happy.

If you are not good at talking, you will inevitably have to fight.

We'll see the real deal then.

However, Taoist Xuanfeng led the young Taoist wearing the Hell-Transformation robe straight to the back mountain of Shenzong.

The cave in the back mountain is connected to this huge blessed land.

The vast world.

Fairy herbs and flowers compete with each other in beauty, and magical flowers dance in the wind.

Tushan Jun, who stepped into it, felt the tranquility and tranquility of the world. It was as if he could let go of everything and run easily without any worries. He just needed to blend into the world and become a part of it, without any worries.

The sacred trees in the distant sky are towering.

Even from such a distance, Tushan Jun's Yin-Yang Immortal Eyes could clearly see the flow of the mysterious breath of the sacred tree.

That is the charm formed by the interweaving of the great ways, and contained in the charm is a hint of mythological atmosphere.

It seems that the sacred tree standing in this blessed land has already existed in ancient times, and that is why it has such a profound heritage.

"A miracle drug? No..."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

That was not a miracle medicine, or maybe it should be a miracle medicine, but it did not have the vitality of the Miraculous Peach Medicine. The Miraculous Wutong Tree was more like a divine weapon after a sacrifice, and some of the wild and mysterious aura that escaped from it encompassed the sky.

The sacred Wutong tree covers the entire blessed land, and at least 60 to 70 percent of it is under its protection.

On the branch of the sacred Wutong tree, a huge beast eye slowly opened.

  hum!

The golden pupils are bathed in fire, as constant as the sun.

When the sun rose, all the beasts were in panic.

If it rises, both saints and demons will be destroyed.

Even Tushan Jun couldn't help but feel a surge of chestnut from the bottom of his heart.

It was not fear but a throbbing sensation.

He actually saw a living phoenix resting on a paulownia tree, like a creature from mythology spreading its wings, whooshing, and flying from the boundless heaven and earth.

This shock is beyond words.

Of course Yang Shengwu also saw it, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"This is?"

Yang Shengwu looked at the strange Taoist master. It was a rare sight to see such a rich expression on the face of this strange Taoist master, which made him feel happy.

Yes.

Always be surprised.

Even he was surprised.

I didn't expect that the ancestor would actually meet this strange Taoist master in his true form.

That's surprising too.

In this world, it’s not just spiritual artifacts that can surprise people.

There is no reason why others should be surprised while he is not.

"Do you know the ancestor of the Tianyang Divine Sect?"

"he is the one?"

"good."

Yang Shengwu nodded and bowed, saying, "Greetings, ancestor!"

Tushan Jun also bowed and said, "I am the Venerable Soul Daoist Lord Tushan Jun."

"I know you."

The golden-eyed phoenix spoke slowly.

His voice sounded so vicissitudes of life, as if it came from the past and from ancient times.

The golden-eyed phoenix finally flapped its wings, but his figure transformed into that of a Taoist priest in the flowing light, and he walked barefoot from the sacred Wutong tree.

A few moments.

Taoist Feng approached.

Tu Shanjun had forgotten how many times he had been surprised today. He only felt one absurd thought after another rising in his mind.

Because he saw the appearance of Taoist Feng. Taoist Feng was tall and slender, with long golden feather hair and a golden robe. Between his eyebrows, he looked very much like someone else.

No.

It's not that he is like that person, but that person is like him.

Tu Shanjun asked seriously: "Who are you?!"

Taoist Feng smiled and said, "I know why you came here. I also know you. You have achieved enlightenment a thousand or several hundred years ago. You have an extraordinary talent. What is even more rare is that your heart of Tao is firm and consistent."

"Daoxu is extremely lucky to have a friend like you."

Tushan Jun did not speak but suppressed the surge of the avenue.

"Come walk with me, no one has been here for a long time."

Taoist Feng grabbed Tushan Jun's wrist and said in surprise, "You have experienced a lot of things. You have even seen the God of the Law, Yan Tian."

Tu Shanjun originally wanted to stop asking questions.

However, he still took two quick steps.

It turns out that he is indeed an excellent listener, no matter when it starts.

The two walked side by side on the river bank.

Taoist Feng had his hands behind his back, not looking like a patriarch of a sect at all, but rather like an old man enjoying a moment of peace. After a long while, he said, "I once had a son and a daughter. My daughter died in the battle against the sky, and my son was left with a serious hidden illness. He died not long after founding the Tianyang Divine Sect, leaving me, an old man, to see off the young."

Tu Shanjun was slightly stunned.

Taoist Feng sighed, "I don't have a close relationship with Yan Fu, but he said he has a way to bring the dead back to life."

"Do you think this is true, Senior?"

"Do you think it's true or false?"

Tu Shanjun was silent.

He couldn't answer.

If he were in his place, would he also seek the art of resurrection?

"But he deceived the senior. His technique was not to bring the dead back to life. It was to live a second life for himself."