I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1042 Yu Zu

February Festival,

All things come from Zhen,

Zhen means thunder, so it is called Jingzhe.

The huge earthquake in the distant sky made Wu Rong, who was returning to Xiaoyuan Cave, stop.

On the clouds.

His expression suddenly darkened.

Glancing sideways at the Yu Mountain in the distance, towering into the clouds like a pillar supporting the sky, that is the starting point of the extension of the four-way spiritual veins, and it is also the only top-grade spiritual vein in billions of territories.

"Have I been exposed?" Wu Rong sent a message in his mind to the flag.

"Do not."

The hoarse and ethereal voice fell back, which didn't sound pleasant but made people feel at ease.

It seems that no matter how big the event is, it will be like a spring breeze blowing past.

Tu Shanjun's voice was unusually calm: "If you were exposed, you would have been discovered the moment you first arrived at Feixian Mountain."

Accompanied by the swirling reflection of a mysterious breath, the tall shadow of the demon god appeared beside Wu Rong, like his shadow.

The shadow of the devil was making a spell.

He didn't see anything wrong. If there was only one problem, it was probably that he was too thorough. No one could see through Wu Rong.

This is of course because the divine soldiers helped to cover it up.

Tu Shanjun asked himself, no one would be able to notice the profound aura of the Zunhun Banner, he had hidden it very well.

Looking at Yushan in the distance, the Demon Shadow narrowed his eyes slightly.

After all, he was the Lord of the Great Dao, and his tribulation was different from that time.

The Lord of the Great Dao that they met during the tribulation was under the watchful eye of God, so the strength they could exert was limited. What's more, Lord Tushan was practicing the Great Dao of Life and Death, and the Emperor's shadow that manifested the Great Dao of Heaven suppressed them extremely strongly.

Now it is on someone else's business territory.

Big formation.

Centaur.

Unknown weapons and treasures, as well as unknown magical powers and techniques.

Not to mention the consciousness of the Lord of the Great Dao, which can almost encompass the entire territory.

In simple terms, Taojun is the real God of this billions of territories.

If we are not prepared, any slackness will lead to failure.

No one can afford the cost of capsizing.

In this case, the flaw might have been exposed, and the other party might have already sensed that Wu Rong was carrying a magical weapon.

……

Wu Rong returned to the cave without staying for too long.

Enter the dream world.

Wu Rong, standing in front of the Taoist temple, took a step forward.

Just then, I saw the Taoist sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree in the courtyard slowly opening his eyes.

Wu Rong clasped his hands together and called out respectfully, "Master."

"Do you have any doubts in your mind?"

"Have."

Sitting down at the master's signal, Wu Rong frowned and said, "The vibration of Yushan is unusual."

Tu Shanjun said: "Why don't I try it myself."

Wu Rong hesitated for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Master, I believe in your strength."

"But once we make a move, it will alert the enemy. We are not going all out at that time, so it will be difficult to succeed. The enemy will also be alert."

"As the Lord of the Great Dao, the backbone of the entire Feathered Clan, time cannot erase him. His methods must be extraordinary. Moreover, he must have many friends."

"Master can fight a group of powerful people alone, but disciples may not have such abundant magic power."

"If there is one more Dao Lord, it will be a disaster for me."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

What Wu Rong said makes a lot of sense.

Even a magical artifact like him has one or two good friends. An old fellow like him must have many acquaintances, some of whom are brothers in life and death, and perhaps have similar strength to him.

"We have to find an opportunity to strike and kill."

"Do you have a plan in mind?"

"There are three strategies."

"Appreciate further details."

"The best strategy is to completely integrate into the Feathered Clan, gain their full trust and become their backbone, and then strike when that old guy is about to devour the world."

"The middle strategy is to reveal that I am carrying a divine weapon and attract the attention of the Feathered Cultivators. I will compromise and offer the divine weapon to the ancestor."

"The worst option is to head straight to Yushan and kill him."

“It’s all good, but it’s not good enough.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Rong looked at the red-haired Taoist priest sitting opposite him.

Tushan Jun only looked calm and said, "Offering the divine weapon will not arouse the interest of Shoujin Daojun."

"Offer the divine medicine."

"Offer the divine medicine, and he will definitely meet you."

“And I won’t share it with anyone else.”

Wu Rong's pupils suddenly shrank.

Even though he was a great sage who was good at refining fake and real things, he felt his heart surge and blood rush when he heard about the magic medicine.

He didn't dare to imagine how crazy the old Taoist priest who had lost his life would be when he got the news about the magic medicine.

Just thinking about it made him shudder.

Tu Shanjun put down the teacup in his hand: "Within a short distance, everyone is our enemy!"

"No, no, no, no."

"The magic medicine is too expensive."

Wu Rong quickly waved his hand to refuse. He knew that his master had a magic medicine in his hand, but it was a magic medicine after all, a spiritual treasure from heaven and earth.

If anything goes wrong with such an important spiritual object, it would be an irreparable loss.

He didn't even want to let anyone know the news.

However, the news of the miracle drug could not be kept secret after all.

There were so many monks in the forbidden land of God at that time, but the news had not spread yet.

“How can you catch big fish without heavy bait?”

Wu Rong sighed: "I'm afraid I won't be able to control such exciting news."

"The chessboard you control will only get bigger and bigger in the future. What's so scary about controlling a small piece of news about a miracle drug?"

Tu Shanjun always hoped that his disciples could achieve success. A person's broad vision is not achieved by accumulating false theories, but requires more practice.

If you stand high, you can see far. "Let me think about it."

……

Yushan.

In the sky above Gaoqiong, there is a cave with a cloud top.

The winged man Yue was walking on the long steps, shaking his body, with wings hanging down behind him like a cloak.

The Feathered People are tall and handsome, all of them are beautiful monks over seven feet tall.

The place where we live is equally beautiful and bright.

Not to mention the ancestor's Cloud Top Cave, a blessed place of elegance that not ordinary people can enjoy.

Yu Ren Yue stepped into the blessed land and nodded slightly to everyone present. Near the sky, a huge jade pool was emitting mysterious mist, and the figure of a cultivator lying in the jade pool, about six feet tall, was faintly visible.

"They're all here."

The sound is like a dragon's roar or a roc's cry, and it is so powerful that it can be heard in all directions.

The profound breath of the Great Dao blends in the jade pool and turns into inspiration, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Yu Renyue hurriedly bowed his head and said yes.

While speaking, he glanced at the other heads. They were all outstanding winged people and their cultivation was by no means weak.

This made him wonder why they all arrived in such a timely manner. Except for those who were far away or in seclusion, basically all the leaders had arrived.

One of the tall feathered cultivators, who was wearing a golden robe and scale armor, raised his hands and asked, "Did the ancestor summon us with any instructions?"

Everyone had different expressions, but none of them could hide their worry.

Right now the old patriarch is in seclusion trying to break through to the realm of Dao Lord, and this is a turbulent time.

"I have been feeling uneasy these days, so I asked for divination, and the divination showed that my time of death is coming soon."

The ancestor of the Feathered People sighed and spoke slowly. His voice broke through the jade pool and floated into the sky, spreading throughout the blessed land. The many Feathered People cultivators present could hear it clearly.

Upon hearing the ancestor say that the end of their life was near, all the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and put aside their worries.

They were not worried about the death of Daojun at all.

Unless he is attacked by war, even the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Earth cannot take the life of the Taoist Lord. He only needs enough local spiritual veins to live as long as heaven. It will just waste manpower and material resources. He can then search for the cave for the ancestor. If that fails, he can buy it from the Ancient Immortal Tower.

Even at this price, it is two or three times more expensive than if I paid for it myself.

"Allow me to report to you, ancestor. Our clan has already prepared the ground element."

"Very good."

The ancestor of the feathered people has no joy or sorrow.

He has long been used to it.

I am used to the offerings from my people, used to my immortal life, and used to owning everything.

Since you are immortal, just keep living.

Unfortunately, ever since he gradually got used to it, his progress in the Tao has slowed down, and even the great way he carries has become increasingly vague.

Fortunately, there are still many miracles in this world.

The old ancestor of the feathered people said loudly: "The next clan leader should also be decided."

Yu Renyue suddenly looked up, with a burning look in his eyes.

The throne of the clan leader is something many people have sought but cannot obtain, but in the mouth of the ancestor it is just a matter of words.

As long as he gets the recognition of the ancestor, he will be the next patriarch of the Feathered People, but he has too few chips in his hand.

The Great Sage from the old clan leader's branch quickly stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Ancestor, the old clan leader is still in seclusion. Perhaps he can break through successfully."

“He lost.”

As soon as the words fell, the great sage from the clan leader's lineage staggered.

The three words "light and fluttering" seemed to have no weight at all, but they made the great sage stagger.

What’s more serious is that an old Monkey King who was trying to break through the barrier disappeared without a sound.

It's really sad.

I can't believe it either.

The old patriarch is a man of great talent and strategy, with a solid and solid cultivation. He is the most promising great sage to achieve enlightenment in the Feathered People in the past 30,000 years.

Ever since the old patriarch went into seclusion a hundred years ago, everyone has been speculating and expecting. Even the winged people from other branches are waiting, waiting for the moment when the old patriarch breaks through and becomes an enlightened being.

Unfortunately, success is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The Great Sage, who belonged to the clan leader's branch, fell back into his seat.

He closed his eyes sadly.

"I don't want to interfere with you, but the clan cannot be without a leader for a day. The elders should be elected as soon as possible."

The Feathered Ancestor waved his hand slightly.

This time he not only urged his clansmen to send Earth Elements, but also wanted to settle down as soon as possible. He always felt uneasy and the road was beating. He needed someone to stand up and take charge of the situation.

"Yes."

Everyone stood up and bowed.

Just as everyone was about to leave, the Feathered Ancestor spoke again: "Feathered Axe."

Yu Renyue paused and looked at the ancestor in surprise, but he did not forget the etiquette and quickly bowed and said yes.

The Feathered Ancestor said, "The man you recruited is armed with a divine weapon and his origins are quite mysterious. He doesn't look like a native of the Eastern Wilderness, but rather a genius from a large clan. You should be a little cautious when employing him, to avoid any trouble."

The ancestor’s words shocked Yu Ren Yue, and also shocked the other cultivators who wanted to leave.

They didn't expect that Yu Ren Yue secretly found a great cultivator who was carrying a magic weapon.

  How come there is no news about such a powerful person?

Yu Renyue is very ambitious!

Yu Renyue bowed and replied, "Disciple understands."

Walking straight out of the Yugong Divine Mansion, Yu Renyue flew back to his own palace and called his younger brother Yu Renzheng.

Yu Renzheng was surprised and asked, "Brother, you came back so soon? What did the ancestor say?"

"That person is carrying a divine weapon."

"Who?"

"Rongwu."

"he?!"

Yu Renzheng was shocked.

"Brother, do you mean that we should take action against him?"

"No, provide him with good food and drink, and don't let people from other branches get in touch with Rong Wu."

Yu Renyue shook his head and continued, "From now on, don't worry about yourself, just focus on him. This person is not simple. He is a sharp weapon for me to ascend to the throne of the clan leader!"

Yu Renzheng's eyes lit up and he said, "I understand!"

After seeing Yu Renzheng off, the gloom on Yu Renyue's face disappeared.

These expressions should not appear on his face.

(End of this chapter)