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Chapter 1071 Sikong

Niu Hong found that he was becoming more and more confused.

He thought that Tushan Jun was just pretending to tidy up, but he didn't expect that he could endure the loneliness so well and didn't slack off for a whole half month.

The design drawing of the internal combustion furnace was hung high.

There are as many as seven variations of refining equipment alone.

However, Tushan Jun still seemed dissatisfied and his brows were not relaxed.

Until a full month.

You Niu Hong finally couldn't hold back and said, "It's useless for you to study these."

Tu Shanjun, who was working at his desk, glanced at You Niu Hong.

Niu Hong, who was wearing shackles, leaned against the steps and said, "To expand our power, we must pass down the Taoist tradition."

"Forge weapons and train monks."

"Even if you give those mortals the Emperor's Scripture, they won't understand it. But those with extraordinary talents can make rapid progress even with simple techniques."

"The general trend requires such monks."

"Once they comprehend the true meaning and grasp the truth, they will be able to take charge on their own."

"All of these are external objects, such as magic arrays, military formations, talismans, elixirs, and giant ships and flying boats. They look powerful, but compared with the cultivation level, they are difficult to operate and control. If you are not careful, they will become someone else's wedding dress. Do you know how to select cultivators and how to select useful ones from the vast sea of ​​people?"

Tu Shanjun replied calmly: "Do you understand?"

"I, Marshal Taiji Tianxuan Huang Dazhong, certainly know how to select the striker. This is the most basic ability of every general."

Niu Hong moved the long scroll of silk hanging from the beam and said critically, "You never go out to visit friends, and you never win over knowledgeable people. You lock yourself up in the palace all day long, studying these useless things. How can your power develop?"

"Most importantly, you have to recruit many disciples. If you have only one disciple, then when will you ..."

"Well, anyway, let's preach the scriptures first, and then see who has better talent."

"Those small worlds will also have people with good fortune, and some can even break through the barriers of the small worlds. Such cultivators can be registered and promoted when their cultivation level reaches a higher level. With just this gathering, you will have millions of disciples, and your foundation will be quickly established."

Tu Shanjun was somewhat impressed: "How to manage it, how to do it specifically?"

Niu Hong looked at Tu Shanjun in surprise: "You and I have a long life span and we can just sit back and watch the changes. As for those disciples, fifty years is not enough. Ten years will tell whether they have talent or not. In order to become a true disciple and obtain more favorable resources, the strong will naturally come to the fore."

"You are still dividing the country, and division still has its limitations."

"What do you mean by enfeoffment or not enfeoffment?"

"Does the Divine Court use enfeoffment?"

"Shen Ting..." Niu Hong had a complicated expression.

His desire to talk seemed to be cut off at the point of his soul touching his heart, and even he himself began to feel sad.

His impression of the Divine Court came from Taiji Heaven. With the passing of generations, the Divine Court seemed to be getting older and older, and those old gods had either died or reincarnated.

Even he himself is not a god. At most, he is a relic of the ancient times, a wild cultivator, and is classified as "wild", a wild god, a wild cultivator, a wild beast...

Tu Shanjun didn't expect that just by mentioning the word "Shen Ting", Niu Hong would dejectedly step down the stairs and his whole body was no longer active.

But this is just right, so that Niu Hong won’t disturb him.

In fact, Tushanjun understands them very well. These old people are just awkward in nature.

He would not feel awkward with a pure natural god like Lord Yan.

The old and young people are practicing the path to immortality but they miss and even want to restore the divine way. Don’t they know that the more rapid progress they make on the path to immortality, the less likely they are to go back?

  Even if they really go back, where will they stand?

It is estimated that the ancestors of Fatian let it go for this reason.

They will be assimilated by the immortal way anyway, so why bother about them since they will be assimilated?

As for those ancient gods, those who should be suppressed should be suppressed, and those who should be won over should be won over.

Back then in the Divine Forbidden Zone, both the Western Heaven and the Taoist sect persuaded Lord Yan Tianjun to reincarnate, fearing that these reincarnated ancient gods themselves had enormous potential, and each of them was a powerful fighter with the potential to reach the fourth step.

Of course, it may also be that Yan Tianjun himself is powerful enough.

Even though he was in such a desperate situation, he was still able to resist the evil spirits and buy time for Tushan Jun to refine his weapon. He is worthy of the name of the Righteous Lord Yan Tian.

Tushan Jun had no opinion on gods and immortals. He would take what was useful and not use what was useless. That was all.

It is meaningless to argue about who is orthodox and who is not. The most important thing is to strengthen yourself. Things are always moving anyway. Maybe there will be other ways to replace the immortal way. It is also possible.

What Tu Shanjun has always advocated is that you should live the way you want and live the way you like.

The pen tip moves slightly.

Tu Shanjun slowly stood up.

Niu Hong looked over in surprise. He thought that the Taoist Master of Life and Death would just sit there forever. “What’s going on?”

"somebody is coming."

"It's quite similar to the aura on you."

"There are also some mixed in..." Tu Shanjun's eyes immediately turned into rotating pupils, and two rays of divine light shot out of the formation.

Without any hesitation, he opened his big hand, and the soul-catching shackles quickly entangled, and the chain of order lit up with patterns, and he just lifted it lightly and stepped into the air and left.

Somikoto Palace.

Wu Rong, who was discussing matters with a few people, showed a slight change in expression. A tall Taoist priest wearing a robe of Hell's Transformation appeared beside him, holding a Minotaur in his hand.

Wu Rong asked in surprise, "Why is Master here?"

"Master."

"The Taiji people are coming, just outside the formation." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

After so much time has passed, the other party should have made some move.

Wu Rong smiled and said, "It's just right for us to go and greet the original guests."

As they spoke, everyone stepped out of the Palace of Life and walked onto the clouds.

The black armor array.

The army of ghosts and devils is formed.

The giant ship, the Cloud Chariot, slowly rose above the clouds, allowing everyone to keep their feet on the ground.

Niu Hong could not hide his excitement, this was the first time he was captured in all these years, and this time his life was in danger. He was naturally happy to see someone coming to pick him up, and he finally didn't have to suffer "torture" in Luodu Mountain.

…On the deck, the Qilin-headed Dasikong looked into the distance, a look of surprise flashing across his beastly eyes.

"What a steady technique! The combination of the formation and the mountains here is perfect. Once the formation is in operation, even if I come, I will return empty-handed. It's not surprising that Niu Hong lost."

"Why did Grand Marshal see that it was him who took action? I heard that Dongyue would arrange the spiritual veins and formations." The old fox asked with his hands behind his back, staring at the fox head.

"The formation and spiritual veins of Dongyue are suitable but ordinary."

Da Sikong smiled and said, "We also visited the Royal City a few days ago. The laws there are very different from here. It is obvious that they are not from the same faction. According to the news, this conferred marquis has no background to rely on."

"I guess the one who did it was that Venerable Soul Daoist Lord."

The old fox was amazed, and he couldn't wait to meet the master named Tushan.

At the same time, he was amazed in his heart, no wonder this man in front of him could be the Grand Sikong of Taiji Heaven, vision and knowledge are one thing, but being able to handle things flawlessly is the key.

Going to the royal city is not to suppress Dong Yue.

"Here it comes." Da Sikong murmured softly.

The huge ship surfaced.

A ship of two hundred feet in length broke through the clouds and mist and appeared in the formation, with soldiers in formation, flags flying, and a leading cultivator standing tall.

Until they were two miles away, they slowly stopped.

"Grand Marshal!" Niu Hong was very surprised. He didn't expect that it would be the Grand Marshal who came.

This person's strength is beyond his reach.

At this moment he suddenly realized, no wonder Tu Shanjun had such a big reaction.

Yu Shen lowered his voice and said, "My lord, it is not appropriate to go forward."

"No problem." Wu Rong waved his hand slightly.

"The Grand Marshal of Taiji Heaven has been famous for a long time." Ru Zang explained.

"The top two flowers have a strange aura. He doesn't seem to be a cultivator." Tu Shanjun's voice fell into Wu Rong's ears: "I suspect he is a god."

"immortal?"

"The Shinto and the Immortal ways run parallel."

Tu Shanjun's face was solemn.

Now he was truly beginning to come into contact with people of the same ilk.

Every cultivator who can become a Taoist Lord is not simple, and he couldn’t understand the Taoist Lord Qilin in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, Lord Marquis, I am the Grand Marshal 'Ju Lin' of Taiji Heaven. My courtesy is bestowed upon me." The Grand Marshal bowed slightly.

"Senior, you are too kind to me." Wu Rong quickly returned the greeting and waved his hand, saying, "Open the formation."

The Dutian formation diagram is in operation.

The immortal killing pattern was slowly unsealed.

A huge archway opened up, and Taijitian's giant ship flew over the high gate and appeared in the formation.

The leading Grand Marshal said with a smile, "A few days ago, I rushed to Dongyue to meet His Majesty. I had planned to wait for the letter to arrive before coming back. I was so anxious that I came a step earlier. I hope Your Majesty will not be offended."

Wu Rong replied, "It is because I did not go to see you."

After some polite exchanges, the Grand Marshal led the crowd onto the cloud chariot.

"Mr. Yu, please make arrangements for the soldiers."

"Here."

"..."

Wu Rong made a gesture of invitation: "I have already prepared a banquet to welcome you, Senior."

"please."

"please."

The two of them set out on the long road side by side.

Tu Shanjun and You Niuhong on the side seemed to have become outsiders.

Niu Hong, who was ignored, quickly said, "Grand Minister, I..."

The Grand Marshal paused and said with a smile, "Marshal, please be patient."

As he said this, he looked at Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun released the soul-catching lock in his hand and bowed, saying, "Daoyou."

His eyes and consciousness were all focused on the other person.

Da Sikong did not look too surprised. He had already checked Tu Shanjun's background. He bowed and returned the greeting: "Please come in, fellow Taoist."

Enter the palace.

Everyone took a seat.

The old fox with the fox head frowned.

At first he also thought that the other party was Tushan, but after actually meeting her, he found that they did not resemble each other at all.

Especially the other party's red hair, green face and visible fangs from his open mouth, and then looking at his fingers and wrists, blue and white intertwined, with purple and black oval nails inlaid.

No matter how you look at it, this is a terrifying ghost.

Even if the other person was a member of the Tushan tribe when he was alive, once he died, his flesh and blood decayed, and there was no blood relationship anymore.

Fortunately, he was just an accompanying person at most.

Just like what Da Sikong said, if it works, their Tushan clan can be saved, if not, Taiji Tian will have to accept his favor, even though this small favor is not very useful, it is better than having no way at all.

The old fox sighed secretly in his heart. It seems that success or failure has nothing to do with Tushan clan. He estimated that there would be no gain from this trip.

I couldn't help feeling lost.

Maybe it's helpless.

Therefore, it becomes even more silent.

late.