I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1118 Old Buddha
Everyone on the giant ship held their breath.

Several Daojuns were thinking about it, and Feng Xi sighed: "Even the second elder of the underworld is here."

While speaking, he glanced sideways at Wu Rong who was sitting high on the throne.

In fact, he also wanted to know how much magic power Wu Rong had left.

"It's not a good ending. I just don't know if Dao Jun still has the strength to fight again." Dao Jun Huo Ya pondered.

He suddenly realized that the response of the Hades was somewhat abnormal.

Most of the strength was transferred here, as if they were coming out in full force.

Logically speaking, even if the upper reaches of the Styx were unified, the Hades should not be allowed to take such a desperate gamble.

As if fighting for something.

"This……"

"Our level of cultivation cannot interfere."

The black-faced girl spread her hands helplessly. She thought that she was a well-known and powerful person, but she didn't even have a chance to make a move and couldn't even get on the poker table. It was really sad.

The Yaksha King hugged his shoulders and said nothing. He was also trying to guess the intentions of the Hades.

Wu Zhaohou opened his mouth and could only accept his fate.

The huge fleet and millions of soldiers are waiting for the king's order.

Luo Shentong pursed his lips and transmitted: "Palace Master, if you are not strong enough, my Shura clan has a magical secret technique..."

Wu Rong remained calm and showed no fear at all.

As for how much magical power he has left, others cannot tell, but he knows it very well.

Dantian Fahai only has a little more than 20%.

He couldn't let the monks in the underworld see that he had magical powers and martial arts, and he couldn't let the powerful ones in the underworld feel his weakness.

He slightly turned his head to look at Luo Shentong: "What secret technique?"

"The Art of Heavenly Shura..." Luo Shentong told Wu Rong about his magical powers.

Wu Rong nodded after hearing this. This was indeed an unparalleled magical power that could turn the tide of the battle.

But before that he still had to confirm with the sect elders, so he lowered his voice and asked, "When will the sect elders arrive?"

Elder Qiu bowed and said, "Master, the elders of the sect should be on the way..."

At this point, he hesitated again and said, "It's cloudy here after all, so it's hard for the sect to take action. We have to take Dongyue into consideration. I wonder if the Palace Master has any backup plans at the Royal Court?"

Wu Rong's eyes were solemn. He had indeed submitted a memorial to the royal court. Adding on the signal from the angel of the royal court, he estimated that support from the royal court should have arrived.

Shouldn't they have demonstrated their due value?
"Could it be..." Wu Rong frowned.

There is no doubt about the master's strength, except that he lacks magical power.

Now all he could think of was to burn his Dao blood and refine his life blood into enough magic power for his master to perform great magical powers. Only by doing so could he demonstrate his value.

Thinking of this, Wu Rong slowly stood up.

Twist.

Cast a spell.

Be ready to burn blood at any time.

"hey-hey!"

The ghost god Tushanjun smiled and slowly raised the hammer: "You can come and try."

The hoarse voice shocked Xiong Boxun.

He saw a hint of madness in three pairs of eyes.

"I'm not sure if I can kill you all by using the Spirit Demon Ninja Death and the Devil Breaking Skill."

"But I couldn't care less at that time."

Tu Shanjun stepped closer to Yan Huasheng's Dao body, took out the Refining Cosmic Furnace, pinched Yan Huasheng's soul, pulled open the Honored Soul Banner, and laughed fiercely: "The evil spirit of the Three Flowers Mighty is enough for me to reshape my Dao body!"

Xiong Boxun's expression changed drastically.

In the end, I didn't decide to take action.

Behind the underworld is the Taiyi Shengxian Sect. I don’t know what role Dongyue plays in it, but it is definitely not simple.

The Underworld must be prepared to offend both parties.

If Xiong Jianzun loses power to the opponent, the Ming Clan will take this opportunity to stand on the side of Dongyue and replace the Lord of the Underworld.

However, Xiong Jianzun was not strong enough, and neither Fu Hai Hu nor the ghost clan's powerful men were able to defeat the other side. Instead, Tu Shanjun killed one and two of them escaped, and they fled into the Styx and dared not come out.

How could such performance possibly catch the eyes of the Ancient Emperor?

How dare he claim to replace Wu Rong?

If the fight just now was still within the range allowed by the superiors, once he led the powerful men of the underworld to take action, even if he really killed the Lord of the Underworld, there would be no room for maneuver.

"Forget it."

As the second elder of the clan, Xiong Boxen must put the overall situation first.

"Fellow."

"Let's end this matter here."

Xiong Boxun saw that he could no longer stop it and had to give in.

Tu Shanjun shook the refining furnace in his hand that contained Yan Huasheng's soul, and glanced at Xiong Boshen: "Call her out, I have something to ask her."

Xiong Boshen's beard and eyebrows were flying, and his pair of dark eyes, which were full of great magical power, emitted two rays of divine light. He shouted coldly: "Daoyou, it is better to stop at the right time."

"Keng!"

Like a squirrel cracking a ripe nut.

Tu Shanjun bent his fingers which were a little gray.

The purple-black oval nail tapped the refining furnace and said calmly, "I have already given face to the Hades. I didn't take his life. Fellow Daoist, please don't be ungrateful."

Xiong Boshen blew his beard and glared, and said hoarsely: "The Underworld is willing to cede Linhai City to the Underworld."

Tu Shanjun frowned and said in a deep voice: "Of course you should cede Linhai City and Chaozhou, but that is something to be discussed at the negotiation table. I only have one question now, which I want to ask the spirit of the Fuhai Pot."

After much deliberation, Xiong Boshen decided to recall Xiong Jianzun who had sneaked into the Styx.

Xiong Jianzun, who flew over with the Fu Hai Hu, was stunned. He really had never thought that the elders would mean this, but he didn't know how to refute it.

"What do you want to ask?" Xiong Jianzun looked at Tu Shanjun on the other side of the river.

He no longer tried to hide his embarrassment.

Defeat is defeat, no amount of maintenance will be of any use.

Xiong Jianzun did not blame the elders of the Underworld for not taking action. It was he himself who got the opportunity but did not seize it.

No one can be blamed on the road.

If he were given the choice again, he would still do the same.

Now it's just a matter of accepting defeat.

He raised his hand, performed a spell, and summoned the spirit of the Fuhai Pot.

The Fuhaihu spirit looked even more graceful in her long dress, and fear flashed in her eyes behind the veil. Tushan Jun looked at Xiongjian Zun, but did not ask to search his soul. Instead, he asked in a clear voice: "I saw that Yihua Daojun was able to activate the Fuhaihu spirit and make it fight. How come it fell into your hands again in the blink of an eye? It was still able to protect itself during the vacuum period. What's going on?"

The Fuhaihu spirit hesitated for a moment, and then a voice like a spring brushing against ice and stone resounded: "The spirit of a weapon is essentially a kind of cultivator. All living things in the world can be collectively called cultivators after they embark on the immortal path. Therefore, we, the supreme divine weapons, can use the vast amount of spiritual energy and the avenue it carries to fight independently for a short period of time."

Having said this, she revealed a puzzled look. Why did the person in front of her not seem to have this kind of instinctive magical power?

"Is it an instinctive magical power?"

"Correct."

"Tell me."

"Soldier awake?"

Tushan Jun immediately knew of this great magical skill.

You can use massive amounts of spiritual energy and natural treasures to awaken the magic weapon, and then you can unleash a portion of the magic weapon's power.

But in the final analysis, weapons still need people to wield them.

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If the Lord of Arms is a person with extremely strong cultivation, there is no need for this transition of magical power.

Use the great supernatural power to awaken the soldiers.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drained away by Tushan Jun.

Tushan Jun had a gloomy face and dispersed his magic.

Xiong Jianzun turned his gaze away in surprise. He thought that the spirit of the Fu Hai Hu had given Tu Shanjun fake magic.

"It's true, he is very strange." The spirit of the Fu Hai Hu nodded slightly and whispered his doubts.

Xiong Jianzun quickly signaled with his eyes. He had long noticed that there was something strange about Tu Shanjun. It was hard not to doubt the identity of the 'weapon spirit'. Now that the awakening weapon technique was useless, it seemed to further confirm this point.

"He is indeed a spirit."

The spirit of the Fu Hai Hu shook her head slightly. She couldn't tell what the other party was.

"Who knows? There are many strange creatures in the world, and not all weapon spirits are made from the same mold."

The spirit of the Fu Hai Hu sighed.

She saw that Tu Shanjun envied her for being able to recover, otherwise he wouldn't have kept chasing after her.

The spirit of the weapon was even more envious of Tu Shanjun's power. She heard that the Zunhun Banner was rising step by step, unlike her, who could only wait in this state without a great opportunity.

Tu Shanjun asked again: "Can the leader you chose be changed?"

"Yes, but it will cost you a bit."

"What price?"

"It is detrimental to spirituality and requires long-term cultivation."

"How is this done?"

"intrinsic."

"You can't do this?" the spirit of the Fu Hai Hu asked back.

Tu Shanjun didn't know how to answer, but silence was the best answer. He found that he was indeed different from the spirit of the weapon. As the main soul of the Zunhun Banner, he was both the banner and the soul. It was not accurate to classify him as a spirit of the weapon.

He asked no more questions.

His eyes fell on the Refining Furnace in his hand, and he opened his bloody mouth.

quack!

Cracks appeared in the cosmic furnace.

Yan Huasheng who was hiding inside was horrified, and in fear he used his soul to assimilate the Refining Cosmic Furnace.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist sound came from the darkness.

Auspicious clouds converge from the sky into Buddha's light.

The clouds disappear and the rain disappears.

Tu Shanjun suddenly looked back and found that only Sanhua Daojun could move among the people present.

Xiong Boshen stared into the distance as if he was facing a great enemy, but he still bowed and saluted, "Senior."

'senior?'

The other party's identity is self-evident since he can make Xiong Boxun, a well-known Taoist of the Three Flowers, bow respectfully and call him "senior".

Tu Shanjun held the Lianzhou furnace in his hand and looked towards the Buddha's light in the distant sky.

He had no idea who the person was, or what his strength was, but this terrifying inspiration that came from everywhere as if it had truly descended from the sky meant that the other party was undoubtedly a true Buddha from the Western Pure Land.

Old Buddha.

In Taoism, he is the Wuliang Zun, and in Xuanmen, he is the Ancient Emperor.

Tushanjun's hair stood on end.

The fingers that were holding onto the Refining Furnace were turning pale.

He had seen the ancient emperor in real life, but he was

"Donor, please show mercy. Once he is thrown into your hell, there will be no chance for him to turn things around."

Buddha's thunderous voice sounded from the sky: "It would be better to save his life."

"I think you and I have a connection in the Western Paradise. If you wish to return to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, I will also sit on a lotus platform."

Xiong Boshen was horrified. Fo Lao came in person, seemingly to protect Yan Huasheng, but in fact he was trying to persuade Tu Shanjun to surrender, and promised Tu Shanjun a lotus platform.

what is that?
The Buddha’s position!
This means that the Zunhun Banner is qualified to become the ancient weapon of the Ancestral Emperor.

Tushan Jun slowly let go of the Lianzhou Furnace in his hand.

The situation was stronger than the person, so he had no choice but to let Yan Huasheng go.

Otherwise, not to mention himself, all the sentient beings in the underworld cannot escape.

"Thank you, old Buddha, for your kindness!"

Tu Shanjun clasped his hands and declined politely.

"I invite you to stay in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss for a while, preach the Mahayana Dharma, be free from worries and obstacles, and achieve Buddhahood. Isn't that better than being trapped in the mundane world and being a pawn of others?"

"not good?!"

Tushan Jun was shocked and angry.

The other party actually risked the unknown damage of his great supernatural powers to capture him.

He grabbed the Refining Furnace which had not yet been separated from him.

The fangs shattered the divine furnace.

Capture Yan Huasheng's soul.

Tu Shanjun conjured up the mask of the Zunhun Banner and covered him. If he could collect Yan Huasheng's soul, he could take another half step forward and fight to the death.

If this person were caught by the Buddha, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Certainly!"