I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1110 Death
grunt.

Throat rolls.

Marquis Guiyuan was horrified.

When facing this person, he couldn't even mobilize his magic power.

The trump card almost became a death warrant.

As a vassal of the Underworld stationed in the northwest, his existence is to observe whether a unified force will emerge in the northwest and to hinder it.

Unexpectedly, just as the alliance meeting of the nine marquises and hundreds of clans was held, Marquis Guanming rushed into the venue with his magical soldiers.

"Understand... clearly." Gui Yuanhou answered tremblingly.

"Go."

Tu Shanjun slowly withdrew his fingers.

A black and red thread was attached to Gui Yuan Hou's hair without being noticeable.

Guiyuan Hou fled into the void as if he had been pardoned.

There were more than a hundred people in the room, all silent.

Wu Rong smiled as he looked at everyone, opened his arms and said, "The northwest has been in chaos for a long time. The Demon Abyss is watching closely, and the big clans are eyeing us. There has been no peace in the upper reaches of the Styx for thousands of years. We can only be trapped in this barren land."

"Today, I, the Underworld, wish to enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and restore peace to the northwest of the cloudy sky. Are you willing to join me?"

Taoist Master Huo Ya had seen the strength of Master Tu Shan, so he was naturally the first to express his opinion.

He bowed and said, "I am willing to obey the orders of the Palace Master!"

Marquis Chunhan said without hesitation: "I am willing to surrender."

Wu Zhaohou looked around and realized that if he did not surrender, it would be difficult to end the situation. He sighed, bowed slightly but did not say anything.

The dragon man stood up, looked straight ahead with his dragon eyes and said, "I want to go back to the dragon people. I hope you can give them some face."

He bowed while speaking.

He didn't like to get involved in these things, so he didn't choose to be the leader.

Now that the northwest is going to be unified, he doesn't want to work under others, so he resigned. Anyway, he has the Dragon Clan behind him, and the Ten Clans of the Cloudy Sky are also at the forefront, so everyone has to give him some face.

Tu Shanjun turned his gaze and nodded.

After receiving the signal, the dragon man flew out of the hall, looked back, and left without any reluctance.

Seeing Long Renxuan leave safely, the remaining marquises were immediately moved.

Since they chose to be granted titles outside, they were unwilling to stay in Dongyue King City.

If you don’t leave me here, you will have my own place to stay.

No matter where they go, others will respectfully give them the spiritual veins. There is no need to get involved in the underworld and become pawns and cannon fodder in the war between the underworld and the big clans.

If the underworld wins, they will still be the Taoist Lords. If the underworld loses, they will suffer implicated.

Judging from the intention of the person in front of him, it is obvious that he wants to unify the upper reaches of the Styx and fight against the Hades.

If you don’t leave now, when will you leave?
There was a flash of hesitation and regret in Wu Zhaohou's eyes. Why couldn't he wait a little longer before making a decision?

It can be seen that this Taoist Master Sanhua had no intention of stopping him. If he had not expressed his position so early, he might have been able to leave calmly like Long Renxuan.

The three remaining marquises turned their ferocious beast heads covered in iron armor, stood up and said in a loud voice: "I am the Marquis of Jinle appointed by the King of Dongyue himself. Even the Ten Clans of Yintian treat us with courtesy. We can go anywhere without safety. Why should I submit to you, the Marquis of Guanming?"

"Or does the underworld want to replace Dongyue King City?"

The iron armor on Marquis Jinle's body moved slightly, making a sound of Taoist rhyme collision.

The atmosphere is filled with inspiration.

Guarding his body like a dark sword.

Taoist Master Huo Ya spoke first, and said sincerely: "I advise you to stay."

Jinle Hou sneered.

Everyone elected a leader, and it was reasonable for these Taoists to jointly lead the alliance, so he was willing to stay.

He was not willing to fight for others without any benefit. Even if he was granted the title of marquis in the King City of Dongyue, he could only serve the Taoist masters well.

He walked to the entrance of the main hall and waved his hand, saying, "You all should just follow him into battle. I don't want to. At worst, we can just change seats."

Wu Rong's face was calm, and he said calmly: "Daoyou, you can't leave."

Marquis Jinle paused, retreated to the entrance of the hall, looked at Fengxi and said in a loud voice: "Sanhua Daojun is indeed powerful, but he must have sufficient magic power. How long can you hold on?"

"We are indeed far inferior to Lord Dao, but this is not a duel, and we are not careless, Yuan Tong."

"My fellow Taoists, why bother working for him?"

"Where in the world is there any place that does not respect the Lord of the Great Dao?"

"Can he chase us to the ends of the earth?"

"Leaving him with an empty shell, I don't think he can even stop the Hades."

"After we've been away for a thousand years, the underworld might have already been buried in dust."

Kinnara Heiyan stood up, the Kinnara tribe did not need to accompany the underworld to die.

But she was in no hurry to express her opinion.

If it was just Jinle Hou alone, she felt she had little chance of winning and could only flee in panic.

Marquis Jinle could leave calmly, but the patriarchs of the big clans like them had a lot to consider, and the migration of the entire clan could not be completed in a moment.

Kinna looked at the chief of the Yaksha tribe with a dark face.

Among the Nine Lords, Kinnara and Yaksha can be said to advance and retreat together.

The Yaksha King shook his head slightly at the dark-faced man, barely perceptibly.

The dark-skinned girl had a look of surprise, and her beautiful eyes flashed with deep doubt.

Bing Fengxi really hoped that Jinle Hou could further provoke the other party, or turn around and leave, so that he could get accurate information and judge Tushan Jun's strength.

He's gambling.

I bet that the Underworld doesn't dare to attack the Taoist Master, they are just trying to scare them.

If this were the case, he might be able to preserve and seal the independence of his clan.

Seeing that no one supported him, Jinle Hou realized that he was asking for trouble and might as well leave quickly.

Ever since his fellow Taoist from Zhenxiu Temple got into trouble, he felt increasingly uneasy.

Anyway, he doesn't care about the gains and losses of his own dojo.

Two thousand years ago, he came to Yintian just to find a place to stay.

He is different from these Yintian tribes.

Wu Rong sat down on the steps with a smile, his arms on his knees, a thick book in his hands, turning the pages in amazement: "If other Taoist friends here asked this question, I would try to convince him. If I can't convince him, I will take action, but I won't take his life." "Because the biggest reason I went south is that the underworld is empty, and it needs powerful people and saints to fill the various government offices in the underworld, so that the cycle of yin and yang can operate widely."

"The reason why we let the dragon man escape is because he has the dragon tribe behind him."

"The Ten Clans of Yintian rank fourth."

"I'm not willing to fight on two fronts yet."

"But what about you, fellow Taoist?"

"You have a background. As the Demon King of the Demon Abyss, you once lent your identity to the ancestor of Zhenxiu Temple. Why didn't you tell me?"

Wu Rong held up the Book of Life and Death in his hand, sneered, and shouted: "Mo Diao, you should have died three thousand years ago!"

Marquis Jinle was shocked.

The protective Taoist breath condenses into a black sword.

The evil energy gathered and turned into a long, ferocious light.

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As a Taoist master who has reached the end of his life, he should have been plagued by the five evils and three disasters.

As soon as his identity was revealed, the corrupt aura around him turned into a vortex of chaos.

However, he is the Lord of Disaster.

The disaster actually made him make further progress on his path.

This attack is enough to rival Erhua, and may even be able to change further due to the blessing of the Disaster Path.

"die!"

Bing Fengxi was also shocked. Only then did he understand why the other party dared to show up in front of the Sanhua Spirit. It turned out to be the Demon King who had disappeared in the Moyuan.

The path of catastrophe has been completely condensed into the long ray of chaos.

The corruption contained in this attack is enough to seriously injure a person of the same level if he is caught off guard.

Even he didn't dare to resist.

After a horizontal attack, Jinle Hou flew into the void.

Mo Diao didn't dare to look back.

He knew that he might be very powerful, but he probably wouldn't be able to defeat the Three Flower Spirit.

If there was a spirit of the weapon to resist the Taoist magic for Wu Rong, the great disaster magic would also disappear. However, a little bit of resistance would be enough, and he could use that little time to escape back to the devil's land.

Seeing that the domain barrier of Mo Yuan was right before his eyes, Mo Diao was overjoyed.

He didn't expect that he would miss his hometown so much.

However, just as he was about to break through the domain barrier, he found that an invisible shackle was slowly emerging.

Then he saw himself running ahead.

Mo Diao was stunned for a moment and didn't react for a moment.

My eyes are clearly here, so why do I see myself running in front?

Looking down, he realized that it was his soul, and the one running in front was his own body. Unfortunately, his body did not run far before it gradually turned into ashes.

It was like unburned paper money being blown away by the wind and disappearing into the darkness.

Keng!
The shackles suddenly stretched straight.

Accompanied by the sound of the iron chain being slowly pulled.

Boom.

Mo Diao seemed to have broken through the domain barrier, and when he came to his senses, he had reappeared in Lushan Hall.

The saints of hundreds of races were dumbfounded, and the princes in the hall were even more horrified.

Everyone showed an expression of disbelief.

It was as if I had seen the most horrific thing in the world.

Looking back at the hook, one end was held in the hand of a blue-white ghost.

"No!"

The devil roared, revealing the true form of the demon.

I don’t know what magic power the chain has. The great Lord of Disasters seems like a powerless fledgling.

Just let it be dragged.

Mo Diao was obviously unwilling to give in, and shouted fiercely: "If you want to kill me, just kill me, why waste your words! There are so many immortal Dao Lords in the world, and you use this excuse to kill me, I despise you!"

Wu Rong raised his drooping eyelids, revealing a pair of supreme eyes. As if destiny was turning, he said calmly, "When your lifespan ends, you deserve to die. It is against the will of heaven to disrupt yin and yang and to confuse the distinction between humans and ghosts."

“That’s no excuse.”

"Just watch me. I will kill all the damned monks in the world and restore order to the world."

There was surprise in Mo Diao's eyes. He really couldn't imagine why someone would go against immortality. Isn't immortality what all cultivators in this world seek?

"You are offending all the immortals in the world."

"You won't make it!"

Wu Rong displayed his Supreme Soul Banner and said calmly, "Someone has to start this, why can't it be me?"

A sidelong glance: "You've lived long enough."

"Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner!"

A hoarse voice came from above.

A blue-white ghost hand suddenly grabbed Mo Diao's head.

As the Honored Soul Banner flew into the sky, the evil shackles on his body disappeared.

Wu Rong, who was standing on the steps of the hall holding the Soul Banner, had a faint smile on his face.

His eyes glanced around.

He asked, “Who else wants to leave?”

No one dared to neglect.

"I am willing to serve the Palace Master!"

"..."

"I am willing to serve the Palace Master!"

The six marquises and hundreds of clans spoke in unison.

Wu Rong smiled and consoled him, "In the future, when the Great Dao of the Underworld travels across the world, you too will be able to achieve eternal life in the cycle of reincarnation!"