I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1035 Dang Xing

"broken!"

Li Ku immediately used his protective Qi.

But how could he, a mere Nascent Soul, maintain his status under the attack of the saints?

Not to mention the protective qi, even the sect's formation would probably be turned into dust under this attack.

However, he was unable to stop the two people in front of him and could only place his hopes on the 'Sect Master'.

Looking back, Venerable Chonghao was also in a difficult situation and could not save himself.

The attacks of the two great saints were like divine punishment, and the Holy Light River poured down from the end of the sky like a raging waterfall, pouring towards the distant sky.

Without the containment of the Dharma Realm, let alone the Taiyi Sect behind them, even the entire Xingluo Sea would be shattered by the double swords of these two people.

Even though both of them had restrained their hands and did not activate their Dharma images, this was no longer an earthly method and no matter how much they held back, they could not confine it to an area of ​​several miles.

Wu Rong, wearing the mask of 'King Di Tu', seemed like a different person.

When they spoke, their two voices overlapped and they attacked with all their strength.

"Dharma appears in heaven and earth!"

Tai Yan still has to consider the Taiyi Sect behind him and the entire Xingluo Sea.

While slashing with the sword, he released the heaven and earth outward, wanting to confine this slash within the compressed Dharmakaya heaven and earth.

"Stop it."

A deep sigh was heard.

Hoarse and ethereal.

The strange phenomenon across the sky was paused, and the galaxy spread out by the sword energy seemed to have turned into a stream in the opponent's hand, and the owner of the sound was walking towards him in the air.

The man who came had red hair.

His face seemed to be carved from the icy peaks of distant mountains.

Handsome yet a bit cold.

A pair of black and red eyes rotated like the deep starry sky, and also like the most brilliant divine crystal in the Nine Nether Demon Abyss.

He wore a flat crown on his head and a robe of hell-transformation.

The iron boots stepped on the clouds and made a dull sound like the collision of metal.

The outstretched ghost hand slowly retracted, refining the dissipated breath into a breeze that blew away, blowing the drooping hair and also lifting the expression behind the hair.

There were reminiscence and emotion in his eyes, but not too much sadness.

There is no need to be obsessed with the past, nor to be overly sad about the past.

"So many innocent people have suffered because of your actions."

His voice was calm, yet sounded a little strange.

His voice was obviously very calm, and it didn't sound like he was being innocent at all.

Yet that's what he said.

It is hard to tell why he stopped the fight between the two saints.

Li Ku was surprised to find that his figure was not dispersed by the saint's pressure.

On the contrary, even though the protective qi had dissipated, it seemed as if there was another breath protecting him.

He looked over quickly and saw the Taoist in black and red robes stretching out his hand to refine the sword energy. His eyes widened immediately and he trembled and said, "Ancestor!"

"It's you!"

Chonghao, who was shielded by the mist, lost his voice.

He had actually seen this person before, and at that time his cultivation level was only at the Spirit Transformation Stage.

The senior brother advised to let him come and go and not to interfere, but he did not expect that after such a short time, this person had already made the two great saints who had practiced fake and real methods give up and make peace, and even refined the fighting methods of the two saints in the blink of an eye.

At this moment he really understood.

No wonder the sect let Senior Brother Tai Yan appear here and wait.

He also thought that even if Wu Ronglian was fake or real, there was no need to have a core disciple come and wait with a decree.

Now he completely understood that the person they wanted to invite was indeed a disciple from the sect, but this disciple was no longer the same as before. Judging from the way he handled the matter so lightly just now, he was probably a great master.

"Master, why did you have to take action? I was very measured in my actions."

When Wu Rong saw his master taking action, he bowed and took a half step back.

He just wanted to force Tai Yan to sacrifice the Dharma Realm of Heaven and Earth to protect this land, so that he could gain the upper hand.

Under the killing formation supported by the Five Soul Banners, with the help of King Ditu's fake life, the gap between the two could be narrowed.

"You must be Senior Brother Taishi."

Tai Yan bowed and saluted.

Tu Shanjun returned the greeting without making any excuses.

Now that he has achieved enlightenment, he deserves to be called "senior brother".

In fact, even he had not expected that the sect attached so much importance to him that the person sent out was a saint who was one of the best of the younger generation, carrying a magical weapon and who had been waiting in Xingluo Taiyi for so long.

Tu Shanjun originally planned to let Wu Rong handle it alone and reject the other party in a nice way, but he didn't expect Wu Rong to be so persistent.

Even as a master, he couldn't persuade him.

After suffering so many hardships over the years, Wu Rong must be harboring deep resentment about what happened back then.

Letting him yell is actually a good thing.

If you keep it in your heart and speak politely to everyone you meet, you should be careful.

If Tu Shanjun was excited and thrilled when he met his fellow disciples in the forbidden land of the gods, now he only feels calm and distant.

He really didn't know how to return to the sect, and what attitude he should take towards the sect, as well as those elders, peers, and juniors whom he had never met before...

Because of this, Tushan Jun did not stop Wu Rong from refusing.

Because even he himself didn't want to go back.

Tu Shanjun pondered for a while and asked, "Is everything okay in the sect?" Tai Yan calmed down and took his eyes off the Zunhun Banner standing in the distance. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's okay. Since the civil strife was quelled, the sect has been stable. Now is the time for prosperity. We need great talents like Brother to join us to discuss the great cause and complete the plan for the prosperity of the sect!"

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Tai Jing should have brought back the Six Paths to the Underworld."

"Yes."

"Brother Tai Jing lived up to everyone's expectations and brought back the Six Paths to the Underworld."

“However, Junior Brother Taijing tried his best to persuade the Council of Elders, saying that this was not his credit, but yours, and requested the Council of Elders to send troops to the forbidden land of the Orthodox Law to rescue.”

"By the time the Council of Elders received the news, you had already escaped from the forbidden land. This is truly cause for celebration!"

Tai Yan put away the weapon in his hand and dispersed the seal.

A gloomy look flashed across Wu Rong's eyes: "Since you have the Six Paths to the Underworld, why do you need our help?"

He didn't know what the Six Paths to the Underworld were, nor was he quite clear about the Six Paths to the Underworld and the sect's overall plan.

However, from the implication of Tai Yan's words, it seemed that he had equated the Soul-Respecting Banner with the Six Paths to the Underworld. Of course, he could no longer tolerate it and immediately interrupted Tai Yan's continued words of persuasion.

He was really afraid that his master's ears and seemingly hard heart would soften, so he agreed immediately.

They are human beings, not cattle and horses. They come when called and go when summoned.

They think they have received a great gift from heaven when they receive a small favor, and get excited when others say a few flattering words to them, and scramble to be pawns.

  Is there any good end to being a pawn?

It is better to believe in Yuan Sheng Ming Mo than to believe in those elders whom you have never met.

It’s best not to believe any of them.

Life is something that should be in your own hands.

As it happens, he is the 'destiny ghost'.

Tu Shanjun stood aside silently.

He had indeed thought a lot just now, and also considered the help of the jade statue of his former ancestor. If possible, he was willing to help the sect accomplish its plan.

But, it’s not possible now.

The one holding the Zunhun Banner was not any disciple of the upper sect, but his direct disciples, Wu Rong and Wu Daoxuan.

He had to consider the lives of his disciples.

There is no way to have the best of both worlds.

Tai Yan turned his head to look at Tu Shanjun and asked, "Does Senior Brother think so too?"

Tu Shanjun pursed his lips for a long time before he slowly spoke: "When my senior brother Taiyi was stranded outside, he accepted me as his junior brother. We brothers have overcome all kinds of difficulties and obstacles along the way, and finally established ourselves in Xingluo."

"I also accepted two disciples in the sect, one registered disciple and one direct disciple."

"The registered disciple's name is Zhou Xinglie."

"Xinglie is a good guy, but unfortunately he has a poor talent for cultivation and always acts cute in front of me."

"I didn't expect that he would also form a golden elixir and increase his lifespan by another 300 years."

"But he didn't wait for me to come back. He died in the battle."

"Die for the sect!"

“I actually expected this result.”

"At that time, we were poor and had to do everything ourselves. All the disciples had to go out to the most dangerous places. I often wondered, other people's disciples... could bleed, but could my own disciples just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor without shedding blood or fighting?"

"I don't think so. I don't have the face to do so."

"Fortunately, the disciples worked hard. They did not think they should just sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor. They worked hard and fought for it."

"When I was dying, my senior brother had no other choice but to offer a reward to buy out the future of my disciples. He promised that all the Yin Spirits who entered the banner would receive more favorable treatment. Thanks to my disciples, I recovered. At that time, I thought, isn't this too unfair to my disciples?"

"But my brother said he couldn't do anything."

"Yes."

"no way."

"There is no way."

"He wouldn't have done it if he had a better way."

"After I came back, I saw Xinglie's ghost. The evil spirit had entered his body and he had lost his mind. There was nothing I could do."

"I hesitated for a long time, but decided to put it into the soul flag. My senior brother said that this is also a way out. I decided to respect Xinglie's decision. My disciples are not cowards, and they never fear death!"

"I didn't blame anyone."

"Now I only have this one disciple left."

Stop talking.

The whole house was silent.

Tai Yan opened his mouth and a look of emotion flashed in his eyes.

The Taoist priest in front of him, wearing the Hell Transformation Robe, spoke lightly, even calmly, but that was only the tip of the iceberg.

Venerable Chonghao sighed deeply.

A look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

Everyone has their own dissatisfaction.

He lost a lot on the day when the sect was in chaos.

Li Ku listened with his eyes wide open.

He didn't expect to hear such a secret.

Now he pieced together a lot of ideas in his mind, and a horrifying thought came to his mind.

His gaze involuntarily moved to the Soul Honoring Banner standing on the sedan chair and fluttering in the wind, and then turned back to look at Yan Zhi's master.

After his expression emerged, it gradually turned into determination. Tai Yan bowed and said, "Brother, what you said is very true."

"Whether Senior Brother takes action or not, our original intentions are the same."

"Taiyi should rise!"