I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1105 Purpose
All the high-ranking officials of the underworld accompanied him.

The old man walking in the front was leading a big blue donkey.

Lagging behind by half a step was the Lord of the Underworld, Lord Siming, Wu Rong.

Neither of them spoke first.

As he passed the Senluo Palace, the old man still did not stop. He went straight to the Yuming Palace before loosening the reins.

He said calmly: "I thought the intelligence was exaggerated, but I didn't expect that both the intelligence and the sect underestimated you. The underworld is not a small force."

“This wasn’t just a minor conflict either.”

Mr. Meng looked normal, but anyone could hear the seriousness in his words.

Yu Shen, who was not far away, frowned suddenly. They should have discovered the envoy from Wanfa Sect earlier, instead of allowing the other party to observe in the city.

With just this understanding, any cultivator who is not a dull-witted can keenly perceive the potential of the underworld.

Thinking of this, he glanced sideways at Ru Zang.

Elder Qiu is not here. He has returned to the sect.

Tai Jing didn't have too many feelings, as this was something that had been decided long ago.

The other great saints seemed uneasy.

The old man in front of me is unfathomable.

Judging from the Palace Lord's attitude, the other party's cultivation is probably far higher than theirs.

"Thank you for your praise, senior. The underworld is insignificant compared to the entire world." Wu Rong bowed slightly with a calm expression.

The green donkey sneered and looked up and down at the Taoist Master Luodu who was speaking. He was young, calm, and had the air of a great cultivator.

However, he did not think that this person could make any decision. He still had to ask that person about everything: "Children never tell the truth. Ask your parents to come."

"Senior, please be patient. This is where my master lives."

The fire in the hall is burning brightly.

blah blah blah!

The iron boots fell to the ground.

Crisp and loud.

The monk who came over stood on the steps of the hall.

The reincarnation crown tied up his red hair.

The top corner points obliquely to the sky.

The pale ghost face looked like an icy peak from a distant mountain.

The Immortal Eye rotated slightly, and a faint evil spirit of karma floated in the corner of the eye.

The wide robe of Hell's Transfiguration makes his hair look tall and straight.

At just one glance, Qinglu felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Hearing about someone is not as good as meeting him/her, and meeting him/her is worse than hearing about him/her.

No matter how much you hear about it, seeing it in person is better.

The road stands tall, spanning the sky.

Like seeing a great devil.

Qinglu felt that the other party was unfathomable and was not comparable to an ordinary Taoist master at all, so he couldn't help but look at the old man beside him.

Only when he saw the face of Master Meng did he calm down a little. The other party might be powerful, but Master Meng, as an elder of the Wanfa Sect, was only strong, not weak.

Feathered Serpent Dunyi grinned and looked at the big blue donkey. It was the donkey who spoke just now, asking Wu Rong to call the adults over.

Now that the old devil has walked out of the hall, how could the other party not feel happy?
He had completely forgotten that he had said the same thing when he was at the God's Tomb that day, and asked the underworld's messenger to pass on his message to ask Tushan Jun to come.

Tu Shanjun came as expected.

The red-haired monk on the steps bowed.

"Fellow Daoist, I am polite."

"Fellow!"

Lord Meng returned the greeting.

Tu Shanjun walked down the steps and said with a smile: "I have been living in seclusion for many years. Wu Rong makes all the decisions on internal and external affairs. I don't interfere in anything. Few people come to the gate of this palace."

"Since you are here, why not take a walk together? The weather is nice today."

"Okay." The old man nodded slightly.

call out.

The two suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, where are you from?" Feathered Serpent turned his bead and asked Qinglu loudly.

The green donkey was a Taoist master. His breath was lingering around him, and his breath came out like chaotic smoke. His appearance gradually changed, and he turned into a gigantic Qilin beast. He opened his bloody mouth and said, "I sent you a letter earlier. I will not change my name. I am the Taoist Master Qilin of the Wanfa Sect."

"and who are you?"

Qinglu looked at Quetzalcoatl. He didn’t know there was such a person in the underworld.

"Four-nine." Dun Yi used his former name.

Wu Rong looked at the two Dao Lords who were arguing with each other and wanted to say something, but he noticed something strange about the alchemy furnace in the hall and said in surprise, "The fire in the furnace..."

Dunyi said: "Don't worry, the devil is watching."

The weather is really nice.

The sun is warm and the wind is clear.

The sky of Luodu was peaceful.

Two people walked side by side on the long stone street.

If the newly arrived Master Meng was looking at the underworld from a microscopic perspective, then being next to Lord Tushan was looking at the underworld from a completely macroscopic perspective. The layout of Luodu Mountain was completely reflected in his eyes. Just looking at it was enough to shock him. It was hard to believe that this was a new small force.

"The sect has noticed you." Master Meng retracted his gaze.

Tu Shanjun's expression did not change much. He believed that it would not be difficult to find out his whereabouts with the Wanfa Sect's intelligence network.

Meng Juzi continued, "If it weren't for the fact that the intelligence from our sect has never been wrong, I really wouldn't believe that a famous Three Flower Taoist has risen in the past thousand years. Your cultivation and progress in Taoism are amazing. When the great ways fight, we will not give in. We will not sit idly by just because you have a connection with our sect."

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with memories, and he said with emotion: "I do have a connection with the Wanfa Sect. I remember that my friend was also a cultivator of the Wanfa Sect."

"He was my guide out of Xiaolingzhou."

"I still remember the question that Master Canglan asked me in Dahei Mountain."

"To be honest, I have a good impression of the Wanfa Sect. Since I embarked on the path of immortality, the Wanfa Sect is one of the few sects that I respect. As a whole, you are definitely the best among all the sects."

Tu Shanjun's story was quite calm but frank.

He no longer blamed the Wanfa Sect for not rescuing Chi Xuan of Xianghuo Dongtian in time. That was the responsibility he should have taken.

People only complain when they are not capable enough. Tu Shanjun has obviously passed that stage. Even if he is not capable enough, he is more concerned about how to solve the problem.

Lord Meng heard the firmness in Tushan Jun's words.

Among the cultivators who can achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, all of them have a strong heart of Taoism. How could they possibly change their strategy just because of a few words?

Meng Juzi said in a deep voice: "You should know the responsibility we shoulder."

"There is a red line between immortality and mortals."

"My coming here means that the sect is still planning to have a good talk."

"The Taiyi Shengxian Sect has declined after all."

"The position of your ancestor is no longer stable because of what happened back then."

"If it is my Wanfa Sect's Ancient Emperor Ancestor who is here, carrying an imperial weapon, and your ancestor is fighting with his infinite ancestral weapon, what are his chances of winning?"

"The last bit of my foundation was wasted."

Tu Shanjun remained silent.

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He would also feel powerless when faced with a behemoth like the Wanfa Sect.

Even if he counted all the power in his hands and even completely exhausted the last of the Taiyi Shengxian Sect's resources, he could not see any chance of winning, but rather his defeat was inevitable.

The avenue is blocked!

After many twists and turns, the two returned to the main hall.

Master Meng, who had taken his seat, was still waiting for Tushan Jun's answer.

Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time, and slowly said: "The City God Temple will withdraw from the Eastern Wasteland. From now on, the Underworld will focus on Beilu, while opening up the West and South. The conquered territory will be divided into 30% and 70%, with the Wanfa Sect taking 70%. The Underworld will definitely not compete for the right to judge those who interfere with immortals and mortals."

"unnecessary."

Lord Meng shook his head slightly.

Tu Shanjun looked at the old man with white hair and a youthful face.

Drooping eyelids.

He said hoarsely: "That means I will die!"

Meng Juzi narrowed his eyes and sensed the danger: "This road is blocked for you, you can choose another one."

Tu Shanjun's fangs twitched slightly: "I have no choice."

"You can choose."

"The Three Flowers Taoist who no longer moves forward is able to live forever."

"I'm not here to enjoy immortality."

The frost on Tu Shanjun's face spread, and he said lightly: "Since there is nothing to talk about, let's get ready."

"I am ready to die, and I hope your clan can also be prepared for the same."

"You are right. The Wanfa Sect is a behemoth. An ancient emperor can kill me."

"Then take action."

“I believe many people would like to see the Ancient Emperor of the Wanfa Sect take action.”

Master Meng took a deep breath and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you planning to drag the common people to your death? Although the sect does not want the people to suffer, it will not accept threats."

"It was you who threatened me first."

Tu Shanjun has completely lost interest in peace talks.

The Wanfa Sect has no sincerity at all.

They don't need the underworld to be their pawns at all. They think it would be best if the underworld disappeared.

Since it is a fundamental conflict, and the two principles are irreconcilable, he can find no other way except to fight.

In an era when the ancient emperor does not appear, we must be prepared for a long-term struggle.

"well said!"

A loud shout was heard.

A monk in royal robes walked slowly towards them.

"Zhou Wenhe?!"

Master Meng saw the person clearly. He was another Taoist of Three Flowers, and this person was the Taoist of Dongyue.

"Marquis of Guanming." Zhou Wenhe first bowed to Wu Rong who was guarding in front of the hall.

Then he turned his gaze back to the hall and said with a smile: "Friend Meng, your sect is a major sect. If you have any matters, you should first report to me, Dong Yue, so as not to lose the demeanor of a major sect!"

"What does Brother Zhou mean?"

When Master Meng saw the other person, his brows furrowed.

Why did Dong Yue react so strongly?

"It's nothing. I'm here to announce the decree of King Dongyue."

Zhou Wenhe took out a scroll of divine orders and immediately looked at Wu Rong and said, "Marquis of Guanming, listen to my orders."

"minister."

"Listen to the Dharma!"

How could Wu Rong not see that this was clearly Dong Yue's support for him.

……

"A marriage of convenience?!"

Lord Meng looked at Wu Rong in surprise as he accepted the imperial decree and expressed his gratitude.

The signal sent out was not to protect Wu Rong, but to tell the world that Dongyue Royal City would fully support the Crown Marquis Wu Rong, or in other words, the spirit of the magic weapon standing behind the underworld, the soul master of the Zunhun Banner, 'Tushan Jun'.

Mr. Meng thought deeply, and there were more than billions of ideas in his mind.

It all became clear in an instant.

Dongyue seems to want the underworld to replace it.

In this way, the emergence and rise of the underworld was not accidental or simple, but was most likely facilitated by King Dongyue, no, the Ancient Emperor.

"this……."

Lord Meng stood up suddenly, looking solemn.

Tushan Jun did not expect that Dongyue King City would send an edict to grant marriage and specifically mention Wu Rong.

He wanted to marry the princess to Wu Rong.

"Yes."

Zhou Wenhe smiled and looked at Lord Meng, and said in a loud voice: "The marriage that your majesty personally guaranteed."

"Your Majesty also asked me to bring a message."