I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1114 Fairness
The spirit of the Fu Hai Hu showed no mercy.

There is no sympathy towards "people of the same kind".

With its back against the Styx, the pot transformed the heaven and earth into a large formation. Even an ordinary Three Flowers Taoist would suffer a lot if he fell into it.

She didn't believe that such an arrogant fellow could still move freely after being refined by her Styx.

"Refining!"

As he walked forward, Tushan Jun suddenly found that his five senses and six consciousnesses had disappeared.

But he was not afraid at all.

The Yin-Yang Grinding Wheel behind him turned into a large seal under the activation of the magic spell.

The Book of Life and Death is spread out in his left hand.

Windless automatic.

The long scroll turned into a thick book, and the pages rustled.

Scrolled continuously and turned to the next page.

He groaned and said, "The target is Xiong Yingchen."

The Yin-Yang Seal is only the size of a palm, but it is as big as a star when it is flying.

boom!
By the time Xiong Yingchen reacted, the Yin-Yang Seal had already taken the shape of Mount Dongyue.

Mount Tai topped.

In just one encounter, the protective qi of his body was crushed, and his magic weapon and armor also shattered at the same time, and his body was completely annihilated in the flying seal transformed by the Yin-Yang Millstone.

"what!"

The screams were drowned out by the explosion.

Most of the Styx formation collapsed after Xiong Yingchen's death.

The expression of the spirit of the Fu Hai Hu changed drastically. She didn't expect that after doing so much, she still couldn't stop Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun, who had recovered his five senses, raised his head in doubt, his eyes gleaming with divine light: "Fellow Daoist, you are still able to move freely after the death of the military leader. What did you rely on?"

"Forget it. I don't think you will tell me."

"I'll check it myself."

The Flying Star Yin-Yang Seal was suspended behind Tushan Jun. He had broken through time and space and appeared in front of the spirit of the Fuhai Pot. His purple-black oval rough nails touched the beauty's forehead.

Panic and helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Fu Hai Hu spirit, and it shouted: "What are you waiting for?"

Avatar attacks with a punch.

Tu Shanjun raised his arm to block.

Bang!
Tu Shanjun took ten steps back and looked down at his arm.

The steam transformed from the undead body was quickly repairing his wounds.

The lingering rhythm of the Great Dao circulates the mysterious power of life and death and is woven into silk threads.

Standing next to the Fuhaihu spirit was a tall monk from the Nether Clan. He was at least ten feet tall, with long black hair like a mane, a pair of demonic eyes on his indigo-blue face, and a faint smile on his lips: "Daoyou, you hit too hard. How can you not be gentle with women?"

Tu Shanjun glanced at the other person and said while flipping through the Book of Life and Death: "I am a ghost, useless, why should I be kind to women?"

"My fellow Taoist is really humorous." Xiong Jianzun laughed.

He now likes this spirit weapon a little bit.

"Xiao Jian Zun, San Hua Dao Jun."

Tu Shanjun found the other party's message and said in a cold voice: "I have already informed fellow Daoist Xuehai in advance, please do not hinder the unification of the northwest. As the Taoist Master of Three Flowers, I should also expand my territory."

"The Hades occupy the best section of the Styx River. Do they want to dictate the internal affairs of other princes?"

"Before leaving, the ancestor did say not to worry about the situation in the northwest."

Xiong Jianzun picked his nails and blew away the dust. The powder enveloped Xiong Yingchen's soul and reshaped his body in a short time.

Xiong Yingchen touched his head and saluted to the Underworld Grand Master: "Thank you, Grand Master!"

When he turned to look at Tushan Jun, his face was full of fear.

Tushan Jun's expression was quite calm. It was not so easy to rebuild the body of someone killed by the Yin-Yang Seal. Now the most he could do was to hold on to prevent his soul from being consumed.

Xiong Jianzun nodded and continued, "How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed? Daoyou, now that you have unified the northwest, do you still want to go south? It's not that the Ming Clan wants to interfere in the internal affairs of other princes, but your existence threatens us."

"I give you two choices."

"One: Maintain the status quo and everyone lives in peace."

"Second: You take fellow Taoist Wu with you to be a guest elder of my Ming Clan, and the entire upper reaches of the Ming River will belong to you."

"What do fellow Taoists think?"

The black-robed monk in the void snorted coldly.

The Underworld is really unreliable. They even want to recruit the Lord of the Underworld who holds the Zunhun Banner.

How could he let such a situation happen? So he said, "Daoyou's plan is going to fail. I heard that all the cultivators who hold the Honored Soul Banner have a hard time dying. After death, they will all be enshrined in the banner as a service soul. Even if Daoyou wants to hold it, you have to think twice."

"It's hard not to suspect that the demon soldiers devour their masters."

Xiong Jianzun's excited expression froze.

Tushan Jun was looking for the source of the voice, and the one who spoke should also be the Three Flowers Taoist Lord.

He moved his nose.

He sneered and said, "The ghosts and spirits cannot be hidden."

"I was wondering who it was, it turns out to be a fellow Taoist from the ghost tribe."

"There is not much conflict of interest between our underworld and the Hades. Even if we want to go south, the underworld can stay safe as long as they stay indoors. But it's different for the ghosts. The existence of the underworld not only cuts off your roots, but in the future, the underworld will also have to deal with the ghosts who have reached the end of their lives."

The black-robed monk walked out of the void, hugged his shoulders and laughed, "Daoyou, you think it's really simple. I'm afraid you will die here now."

Then he looked at Xiong Jianzun and said, "Fellow Daoist, One Flower and Three Flowers are completely different. The cultivator just now could not exert the strength of Fellow Daoist Fu Hai."

"If the three of us join forces, even if he is very powerful, how long can he exert his strength? You may not know this, but the one in the underworld has hidden his cultivation and is now at the second flower realm."

"Sixty years ago, he turned into a flower, but in the past sixty years, he has become a second flower. The Honored Soul Banner hides a great secret."

"Defeat this man, kill the Lord of the Underworld, and then you and I will compete fairly for the divine weapon."

Xiong Jianzun immediately became interested. After the three of them joined forces, he was still two against one in holding the Fuhaihu, and his chances of winning were the greatest.

He was a little surprised that Wu Rong had cultivated two flowers, but then he thought about it and suddenly understood.

Wu Rong holds the soul flag and carries the destiny.

Once the northwest is stabilized and the power of the underworld expands, his cultivation will naturally rise. If he can unify the upper, middle and lower reaches of the Styx, he should be able to achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head.

If it's cloudy upside down.

Change of dynasty.

The great way leaves its mark on the world?

emperor!
Great supernatural power.

The heat in Xiong Jianzun's eyes was like rising waves.

This is a path to becoming an emperor that can be seen with the naked eye.

Staying in the Styx can only achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head.

With his ancestor above him, one can imagine how difficult it is for him, as a latecomer, to become an emperor.

The old ancestor was the one who walked the fastest, every step was fast. As a cultivator of the Hades, the old ancestor refined the middle section of the Styx and faced the sky, wanting to evolve the sea of ​​blood and become the emperor.

What should he do?

Only find another way.

The strong are respected.

As long as he can get the Zunhun Banner, he will have a path to becoming an emperor.

The three existing ones have already evolved into prototypes, and all that remains is for them to become popular throughout the world.

As for whether Tu Shanjun would cooperate with him, he believed that there was nothing that could not be negotiated after Wu Rong's death.

In front of Emperor Lu, it is very common for masters and disciples to turn against each other. Cultivators have no eternal friends, nor eternal enemies. Everything must give way to cultivation and the great way.

He must seize the initiative before others notice.

Xiong Jianzun stepped forward and said loudly: "Daoyou, it is most beneficial for you to cooperate with the Ming Clan. As long as Daoyou is willing, the Ming Clan will do its best to help you."

Tu Shanjun looked around and asked, "What should I do?"

"Fellow Daoist, you just need to change the master of the weapon." "As a weapon spirit, I believe that fellow Daoist should be able to do it." Xiong Jianzun still did not give up persuading.

Know it with emotion, move it with reason.

"Replace who?"

……

All the monks on the giant ship heard the conversation between the Dao Lords.

They all looked at the mighty figure in the crown and robes sitting on the throne.

Many of the saints thought this was a good idea. If they wanted to unify, they must unite the strong.

Palace Lord Wu Rong is still too weak. Even if he is a Second Flower Taoist, he is still not good enough in front of the big clans. When Wu Rong cultivates to the Third Flower, it would be better for Ling Xun to find a Third Flower Taoist to take charge of the Zunhun Banner.

"What will the Great Dao Master choose?"

No one answered.

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Qiu Longjue opened his mouth but said nothing.

Far away.

Tu Shanjun sneered: "You?"

"Of course." Xiong Jianzun nodded frankly.

"I think you don't like it."

Xiong Jianzun was stunned for a moment.

He didn't react for a moment and asked, "What do you mean?"

Tu Shanjun's fangs moved and he uttered: "You don't deserve it!"

Xiong Jianzun's face turned pale in an instant.

"Three against one, and you dare to say such arrogant words, fellow Taoist."

"Stop talking nonsense, get started!"

The spirit of the Fu Hai pot roared angrily.

We just suffered a loss at the hands of the Lord of Arms, and now Xiong Jianzun is in charge.

The Three Flowers Taoist Master plus her Three Flowers Spirit are enough to destroy this opponent.

"That's right!"

"kill!"

The three of them took action immediately.

boom!
The galaxy trembles.

The void exploded into an abyss with no support.

Tushanjun, who was at the center, could not escape being submerged by the three paths.

The body was shattered in a violent roar.

"Vulnerable!"

……

"Da Dao Jun"

"The Spirit Ancestor"

"..."

"God"

The cultivators on the giant ship cried out in surprise, one after another. They had never expected that three Dao Lords would appear in Linhai City, and they were the Dao Lords who were the spirits of the underworld.

One against three, not fair.

However, there is no such thing as absolute fairness in the battle between the Dao Lords.

It was difficult for the monks, who felt like they had lost their parents, to accept it for a while.

at that time.

In the shattered void, a drop of blood spun around and turned into evil spirit and flew back.

Fell into a blue-white ghost hand.

A squeeze and a twist.

The owner of the ghost hand laughed: "Three to one is really unfair."

Twist.

The hair crown fell off.

The robe flutters.

Came the hoarse and ethereal voice of the demon.

"Three thousand pieces of gold medal, behead my immortal coffin."

"Ascend to heaven's will through feathers, cultivate the Tao and the demonic body!"

"Ascension to immortality."

"start!"

Suddenly he had three heads and six arms.

The faces of the Immortal Lord and the Demon God were separated.

Six arms twisted the sword, and three heads chanted the Taoist secrets together.

"Great magical power."

"One Qi transforms three pure things!"

Step out.

The immortal body and the demon body broke free from the evil ghost body and walked out.

The three bodies are separated.

The exiled immortal king has extraordinary divinity.

He kindly put the green soul flag cloth on Wu Rong.

As evil as the devil in the abyss of heaven.

With a wave of his hand, demonic energy filled the sky.

The green-faced evil ghost in the main body took the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

"The great magical power of Taoism, one breath transforms into the Three Pure Ones!"

"..."

"What you just did was just a drop of Dao blood from the ancestor?"

"It's just a bloody body."

"This is the true body of the ancestor."

The practitioners shouted excitedly.

It is so rare for someone to perform such a great skill.

It is a great blessing for them to be able to watch this battle.

Yushetunyi had a complicated expression on his face, his Three Flower Body technique was considered an alternative form of the One Qi Transformation into Three Pure Ones, and when he saw the great power of this technique again, he felt somewhat nostalgic.

White.

green.

black.

The Three Pure Ones stand in horns.

The evil ghost flew into the air.

"Three on three."

"fair!"

The Three Pure Ones said in unison.