I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1056 Faith

"What if we lose?"

"Will you lose?"

"uncertain."

The main soul answered like this.

He asked himself if he had any assessment of Wu Rong's strength.

There are also three spirits of Yihua Daojun sitting inside the banner.

One of them is the ancestor of the Feathered People Clan, Yuren Feihe, and the famous Ouyang Qiuxian back then, both of whom are well-known and powerful.

If their real bodies were used in their prime, they would be able to defeat...

The main soul shook his head slightly.

This cannot be determined accurately.

The fierce Yan De of the Underworld Clan was given the title of Ying Zhenhou. It seems that he was not newly promoted, but was promoted on this day in the royal city. This person's strength may be second only to that of the Dragon Clan among the four Dao Lords.

The path to be cultivated is also unknown.

What if the Emperor doesn't allow Wu Rong to use the method of the Soul Honoring Banner, and he relies solely on his personal strength...

The Green Emperor understood the meaning of Tushan Jun's words.

"It's normal to lose."

"I am a newcomer and a humble student. I have crossed a great realm, or a realm that is divided into one step. It is reasonable that I was defeated."

Tu Shanjun thought for a long time, then slowly said: "It's a big blow to him."

The Green Emperor laughed and said calmly, "So, you have also cultivated to this level."

"Why?"

"It is probably because you want to maintain your own way and make the people of the world believe in your way, so you have to save face. Even if you lose a lot, you have to maintain your face."

"It used to be called 'Incense and Faith'. After the Battle of Heaven, it was replaced with a new term, 'Trust in the World'."

Tu Shanjun pondered for a moment.

He may not care about face or public opinion, but if he wants to spread his message to the world, violence alone is not enough, he must have "face".

Because when you look at a person, you look at their face first.

The quality of a face directly determines a person's initial attitude.

This "face" refers to reputation, which is also the public opinion of people in the cultivation world.

The nouveau riche are the most despised.

What’s more, the world’s public credibility is directly related to one’s own path.

Without the recognition of the people in the world, even if one has cultivated to the point where the Three Flowers Converge to the Top of the Head and the Five Qis Converge to the Origin, one can only be a free and happy cultivator and cannot enter the realm of great supernatural powers.

Tu Shanjun was keenly aware that the Green Emperor did not value this unfair duel, but was using it to tell him what the foundation for condensing the fifth step was.

No wonder those big forces seem so weird in handling some issues. It’s not that they behave weirdly or stupidly, but that they have succeeded hundreds or thousands of times in doing so without anyone knowing, until one time they failed, and this time it was an anomaly that shouldn’t have existed.

When following the old routine doesn't work, it's time to seek change.

Change brings success.

If you don't change, you will be eliminated by the world one day.

"In that case, I should help him. With my endorsement, they will naturally stop asking questions."

In Tu Shanjun's view, others always regard them as a whole, so it doesn't matter who takes action. It is best to let a stronger person do it, so that it is safe enough.

The Qing Emperor laughed and said, "Wrong, absolutely wrong!"

Tu Shanjun frowned and wanted to ask.

The Qing Emperor explained: "If you take action, who will you help?"

"Even if you act impressive, others will only think that you are a disciple who is just pretending to be powerful and has no real ability. This will make more people aware of the magical power of the Soul Banner, and they will surely come up with evil plans to harm his life."

"The less you do, the more you act superior, and the more others will be in awe of you."

"As for when you will take action, it must be the critical moment."

"Not only is it not the case now, but it is actually exalting Xiong Yan."

Tu Shanjun never thought about these things.

He never cared who was higher or lower.

Along the way, there are only four words to coordinate: "unity of knowledge and action".

He just felt that as long as he was strong enough, all the problems in the world would be solved. The problems that could not be solved were either because the angle was wrong or his strength was not strong enough.

Despite this, he was still willing to thank those who were kind to him: "Thank you, Emperor."

However, he is no longer the reckless and evil spirit he used to be. Now he keeps many things in his heart.

He did not ask the Emperor how he knew his origins, nor did he ask whether there were immortals in the world, nor did he ask about the supernatural powers that existed in himself.

Some things are better kept in mind than asked.

  Moreover, is the Green Emperor necessarily a good person?

Even if he is a good person.

Wasn't there a purpose for him telling himself these things?

Tu Shanjun dared not think otherwise.

"Don't thank me. If one day..."

The Qing Emperor stopped talking halfway through.

He smiled and said, "If you want to take over this way of life and death, then take it over. There are more and more souls in the cloudy sky, and the royal city is bloated. I am tired of it, and they... are tired of it."

While they were talking on top of the Shenmu Palace, the troops had already been deployed in the battle arena of the royal city.

The fighting arena uses the Sumeru Mustard Seed Method.

When the King of Dongyue arrived, all the officials naturally followed him, not to mention the Taoist monarchs and saints who came to receive titles.

They watched eagerly, hoping to see a fight that suits their own wishes. If Wu Rong was defeated, they would naturally jump out and divide the title of Marquis Guanming until only one was left.

The Shadow Zhenhou Xiong Yan who was walking in the air looked at Wu Rong and said calmly: "If you admit defeat now, I will take back what I said and allow you to bring your magic weapon to fight against my young man from the Underworld. How do you think?"

Wu Rong glanced at Xiong Yan coldly and said indifferently: “Marquis Ying Zhen, why are you talking about our affairs with such a junior? It’s a joke.”

Xiong Yan was furious: "Okay, I'll see what you can do!"

"Avenue!"

Without hesitation.

Twist the spell and cast it to manifest the great way.

It was a black lotus blossoming on the blood sea of ​​the Styx that stretched for tens of millions of miles, swaying to the sky and suppressing the entire world.

The path he practices is also the purest "power".

The way of strength is about breaking all laws with one force and being unrivaled in attack.

No wonder Xiong Yan declared in Taiyue Palace that he was not the frail Yihua of Old Yan.

With his great power and as a member of the Dark Clan, one of the top ten clans in Yintian, he is a strong man even among the newly promoted Dao Lords. The so-called genius is nothing more than the praise of the previous generation for those who have not yet become talented, which is not worth mentioning.

He is no longer a genius, but a real fourth-step powerful person.

What is great power?

It reaches heaven and earth!

"Thousands of dark powers."

The black lotus slowly bloomed, shrunk and fell into his hand.

Xiong Yan grabbed the lotus.

The black lotus blossomed with a flickering red light as if it was piercing into the void, and then a thin-looking mace about ten feet long appeared in Xiong Yan's hand.

The great way is realized, and the magic weapon is in hand.

With just a flick of his finger, he could smash the kid's head. But since it was a fair fight, he didn't act rashly, but made a gesture of invitation.

It seemed to be saying: 'Come on, cast a spell, use your strongest means, and it would be best if you could win with one strike.'

Wu Rong was not afraid at all, he just thought the same.

If he wants to establish his authority, he must completely crush the other party and tell everyone in the royal city that he may not be worthy of the title of Marquis, but the power in his hands is only stronger, not weaker.

He reached into his sleeves and took out a three-inch small banner.

shake.

The soul flag turned into a length of about ten feet.

The Soul Banner swept across and unleashed the power of the divine weapon. Wu Rong was about to speak...

suddenly.

His expression froze.

Unconsciously extending spiritual consciousness.

'Where is my master?'

"I am so old... and my master usually just sits under the tree in the Taoist temple to study things."

'I……'

Wu Rong was full of confidence when challenging Yihua Daojun. He didn't even need his master to take action. As long as his master was in charge of the Soul Banner, with the power of the Soul Banner, he could just borrow the soul of a Daojun to fight with him and drag on the situation.

However, when he looked back with his spiritual consciousness, his master had disappeared.

'The banner is the soul, and the soul is the banner. It is impossible for the master to disappear.'

"Then there is only one reason."

'Invited by the ancient emperor.'

Wu Rong calmed his mind and tried to figure out the key points.

Anyone who can allow Master Tu Shanjun to leave the Soul Banner silently must have great supernatural powers.

The only one who could do this was definitely the Ancient Emperor. Although his worries were put aside, Wu Rong was still quite helpless at such a critical moment.

This is such a coincidence.

It doesn't matter if it's a coincidence. I didn't intend for Master to take action.

The change in Wu Rong's expression was naturally caught by Xiong Yan, who thought that the other party was afraid after taking out the magic weapon, so he could only sneer and remain silent.

There is no good end to pretending to be rich.

Even if he really had unparalleled combat power, today he would have no choice but to be defeated.

However, unlike Xiong Yan's sneer, the expressions of the ghost cultivators among these cultivators watching the battle changed drastically.

Some even stood up and took several steps back, frowning and staring at the magic weapon in Wu Rong's hand.

Among them, Zhang Shaoyuan, who came from a prominent family, had already shown a fierce look on his face with ferocious brows. He only saw that behind the Soul Banner was an endless forbidden evil spirit as deep as the abyss of heaven and earth. Just the breath that escaped from it magnified the fear in his heart to the extreme, and he couldn't help but want to turn around and escape.

But he couldn't escape.

He is a cultivator of the ghost clan. Whenever he goes out, he is the representative of the ghost clan. If he escapes, he will bring shame to the ghost clan.

"Damn it."

"Damn...damn!"

Zhang Shaoyuan stared at Wu Rong in the sky.

How many spirits and souls did this damn devil refine to be able to forge such a ghostly and devilish weapon that carries the great Dao?

Even a great saint like him couldn't help but feel fear when facing him.

……

"Song Aiqing, who do you think will win?"

King Dongyue, who was on the throne, asked softly.

The purple-robed monk surnamed Song bowed and said, "I think that if the Crown Marquis attacks with all his strength, he can only withstand ten moves."

"Where is Zhang Aiqing?"

"I believe that the winner will be decided within twenty moves."

"..."

"I just heard the bets made by all of you, my dear ministers. I will also bet one thousand taels of earth spirit veins, betting on the title of Marquis..."

The purple-robed monk surnamed Song asked in a low voice: "Lose?"

"win!"

……

Wu Rong waved the Zunhun Banner, and the magic power in his dantian was like a rushing galaxy.

Controlling the Soul Banner treasure was his usual way of fighting, and now he was even more skilled at it. He said, "Since we want to decide the outcome with one strike, don't blame me for hitting too hard!"

"out!"

  hum!

The Lord of the Great Dao walked out brazenly.

The true devil is blue sky.

Ouyang Qiuxian, like a solitary crane, twisted out thirty thousand divine swords and condensed them into a Heaven-Destroying Sword.

Waving the golden claws, the law of heaven's destruction will come.

The divine sword, carrying the true devil's magic, tore open the heaven and earth from the blue sky and slashed towards the fierce Yan holding the magic weapon in the distant sky.

"what?!"

Xiong Yan never imagined that there was a Taoist spirit in the magic weapon.

"It's just the soul of a Taoist master."

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)