I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1135 Running
Wu Rong looked calm.

Big shots have their own struggles, and he can't get involved now.

As long as Dongyue and the sect support him, those big shots will not take action against him openly.

"I see……"

Wu Rong caught the message casually, and his gloomy face suddenly turned into joy.

"What's the good news?" Dun Yi asked carefully.

"The sect elders have arrived!" Wu Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

His cultivation had not yet reached the third level, which meant that his master could not fight for long.

With the elders of the sect leading the charge, the master doesn't have to take part in those unnecessary battles, and can make better use of the existing magic power to kill Yanbu.

On the way to the Dan Palace, Wu Rong walked steadily.

There is no need to say much about his ability to fly clouds, but he was not moving very fast.

He was thinking deeply.

How should this battle be fought?

As the God of Destiny of the underworld, Wu Rong's sense of the overall situation is more sensitive than anyone else.

When others hadn't noticed the problem yet, he already knew clearly that this was the continuation of Yintian's fight against the Ming clan, except that the people had changed, and it was the ghost clan after the Ming clan surrendered.

Of course, it is true that this war is continuing, and with the participation of various forces, it has become an intractable and tense situation.

If he wants to win, he has to hold on.

First, you can handle it yourself, and second, the forces behind you can handle it.

I am a tough guy who will not give up even if I am nailed to death.

Even if we fall, it has to be worthwhile.

'Will I survive?'

'It's hard to say.'

'I have checked many people who have held the Honored Soul Banner. Some of them are extremely talented, some are loyal and righteous, and some practice cultivation like drinking water... A hero is nothing but a handful of dirt in the face of the general trend. Everyone thinks that he is right and absolute, but looking back, everyone has his own limitations.'

'I don't want to see my limitations, I just want to know how far I can go.'

'run.'

'Keep running.'

'Until it rots!'

To the palace.

The noise brought Wu Rong back to his senses.

Tai Jing and his disciples were serving tea and water.

Wu Rong also saw the elders of the sect at this time.

It is said that except for some great masters who stayed behind in the sect, all the other Dao Lords have come.

What comes into view are the Taoist elders.

There are five people who exude the profound aura of the Great Dao.

The skinny old man with a sword on his back, hunched over with his sleeves tucked into his pockets, was Ping Chaojing.

Elder Ping was still relatively intact, but the old man leaning against the jade throne had empty space between his legs on his Taoist robe.

The grandmother holding the lamp had her eyes covered with an imperial veil.

The one-armed, honest and strong man stood up with a smile.

There is also a child.

At first glance, they are the old, weak and sick.

Wu Rong's eyes were moist.

This is definitely the sect’s last resort.

The child cupped his hands and said, "Don't be fooled by our ugly appearance. We all crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

"Your uncle was injured, and the Great Dao went against his will, so he had no choice but to revert to youth."

Ping Chaojing introduced: "He is right."

"Don't think we look ugly. It's not that we don't want to support you with our immortal spirit. There's no need to maintain those superficial skills. It's better to use one more sword than to waste mana."

"The old woman is blind in her eyes but not in her heart, and her methods of killing are still accurate."

"That's what senior sister said."

"..."

"We will do our best!"

One by one, the Taoist masters stood up and looked at Wu Rong who was walking out of the palace gate.

Wu Rong knew very few people, but he saw determination and felt warmth in their eyes, which made him sigh: "The sect is still the best!"

He does not resent the underworld's conservatism.

However, when he only saw Xiong Jianzun and his cronies, Wu Rong felt a sense of disappointment. He really hoped that the cultivators of the Underworld could take action, although he also understood that it was mostly wishful thinking.

After seeing the sect's support, he actually found that he didn't want them to come.

Under the expectation, there is a bit of fear.

People.

That's it.

If the sect's support does not come, Wu Rong may feel that the sect does not attach importance to the underworld. In this case, he will not be terrified but angry, just like how he stood idly by when most of the cultivators of the underworld stood aside.

Thinking of this, Wu Rong couldn't help but laugh, and then looked at his master who was the chief seat.

Tushan Jun, his face is like a calm lake.

The teacher is worthy of being a teacher. He remains calm even when faced with a huge crisis.

This is his reliance and confidence.

There are eight powerful divine souls in the Soul Banner.

The ancestor of true cultivation.

This person disguised himself as a demon king and attacked the teacher when the teacher attained enlightenment. His soul was taken away by the Holy Emperor of the Wheel of Heaven, which allowed the teacher to stabilize his realm as a Taoist master.

The second is Ouyang Qiuxian.

Although this person died very early, he was never captured by the Soul Banner. Later, he was recalled when his teacher forged the divine weapon and was in a stalemate with the Taoist Master of Ancient Immortal Tower.

Feathered Man Fei He does not need much introduction, he is the ancestor of the Feathered People, and even the Great Dao cannot bear it.

The other Ichika Dojun was given to them by Niu Hong in exchange for Taijitian.

It is precisely because of this Taoist spirit that Master can use his powerful cultivation to deal with Yuan Tong.

Yuan Tong.

Although he was the Second Flower Taoist, he was arrogant and was the sharp 'knife' of the Ancient Immortal Tower. When he was about to make further progress, he was killed by him and his teacher. As a result, his teacher obtained the Great Emperor's Killing Technique, which played a huge role in Linhai City.

When the killing technique was used, the spirit of the Fu Hai Pot was no match for the teacher's demonic body.

This brings us to the last person.

The one and only Lord of the Three Flowers.

Peanut color.

Born into Buddhism.

One of the ancestors of the ghost clan.

The addition of this one person alone will ensure that Master's cultivation as a Great Dao Lord will be flawless.

As for Mo Diao, the troublemaker demon king was easily killed without causing any commotion. He was no different from Yihua Daojun who was still alive in Zhenxiu Temple back then.

Including the teacher's main soul, there are nine Taoist souls in the Zunhun Banner.

"It's still a little bit off." Wu Rong sighed in his heart.

If these eight were all Three Flower Taoists, he couldn't figure out how he would lose this battle.

Daojuns are scarce.

How many Dao Lords can be born in the Three Thousand Great Daos? Once the major forces divide it up, there is basically no chance.

Take two quick steps.

And then to trot.

Wu Rong stepped forward and bowed, "Master!"

Tu Shanjun stood up and held Wu Rong's arm, patted it lightly and said nothing.

As the main soul of the Zunhun Banner, he is responsible for the life of the banner master.

As a teacher, you have to be responsible for your students.

There is no need to say more about all this.

No rest is required.

The giant ship sets sail.

A thousand-foot-long ship carrying all the wealth of the underworld roared from Luodu Port.

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The Xiongjianzun was prominently listed.

The powerful Taoists who followed him also boarded the warship.

The six marquises are able to look into the distance.

Luo Shentong, who has an immortal look, was deeply moved.

"I am convinced now. Did you see those people?" Wu Zhaohou exclaimed in amazement.

"Why can't I see it, Mr. Hehe Dadao?"

The dark and beautiful face of Jin was full of surprise: "All of a sudden, eight!"

"This force is no weaker than the Hades, right?"

“Speaking only of the Taoist priests, the Underworld is not as good as the Underworld. As for the great supernatural powers…, unless the old Taoist priest can make further progress, it will still not be enough.” The Yaksha King analyzed seriously.

"The Underworld has mobilized all its resources, and his opponent..." Bing Fengxi was not overwhelmed by the powerful man he saw.

Luo Shentong said: "The opponent is equally powerful and terrifying."

"Yanfu Daojun, born in Buddhism, comes from the Six Heavens Yanfu Realm. It is said that he has attained enlightenment through divine fruit and has the support of the Demon Abyss. His personal accomplishments are nothing special, but the power behind him is not small. I'm afraid he has ancestral weapons at his disposal!"

"Ancestor Emperor's soldiers?!"

Everyone was shocked.

The power of the supreme divine weapon is obvious to all. If it were an ancestral weapon, even the Three Flowers Avenue Lord might not be able to withstand a few moves.

Bing Fengxi shouted: "Old man Luo, are you trying to shake the morale of the army?"

"This is what the palace lord told me." Luo Shentong obviously said this with the instruction of Wu Rong.

He continued, "Don't worry, everyone. We are fighting one-on-one this time. Coordinate the battle formations and don't let others influence the old Taoist. We can't interfere with the fight with Yanfu."

Zhu Daojun was obviously relieved.

……

Donghuang.

Tianyang Divine Sect.

"The letter said it was about the same time, why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"Don't be impatient."

"Was there something wrong along the way?"

"..."

Everyone said something to me.

Desperate to see through.

All the cultivation of great ability is gone.

Taoist Xuanfeng sighed slightly. After all, the matter was too big and no one could sit still. Even he felt a little anxious.

"I'm coming."

I don't know who shouted.

There was a huge fluctuation in the Far Sky Realm Barrier.

The space was torn into a curtain.

A giant beast loomed in the sky.

"coming!"

The elders of Tianyang Divine Sect quickly stepped forward.

Shure.

On the deck of the giant ship.

Lord Chongming led the mighty men of Tianyang Divine Sect to bow.

Wu Rong glanced past.

He only saw one Dao Lord, and there were only three Second Flower Dao Lords. The rest were all One Flowers, and their number was not large either.

Not to mention compared with the Underworld Clan, even the desolate Taiyi Shengxian Sect is several times stronger than the Tianyang Divine Sect.

That is to say, Senior Feng is an ancient emperor who lived through the ancient times, and the sacred Wutong tree can control the world. Otherwise, the strength of the Tianyang Divine Sect cannot be called top-notch.

Of course, we can’t exclude Senior Feng.

An ancient emperor is the true foundation. Without the ancient emperor, there would be no Tianyang Divine Sect.

"Awaited!"

Wu Rong walked down from the throne surrounded by people.

The focus of the Tianyang Divine Sect's powerful people was not on Wu Rong.

The person they were looking at was the tall Daoist Master who had been standing next to Wu Rong.

Red hair.

Top angle.

Hell Transfiguration Robe.

Can't go wrong.

It was Tushan Jun.

With just one glance, everyone fully realized how powerful this old Taoist master was.

No wonder Jin Feng Daojun described this person as unspeakably terrifying.

Taoist Yifeng bowed and said, "I would like to ask you a question."

"The old Taoist is the spirit of a divine weapon, why not choose a great Taoist to take charge?"

"I have no intention of looking down on the Palace Master, but I think that for such a large war, it is better to be more cautious. The Palace Master is at the Second Flower Realm, and even if he can exert the power of an old Taoist, he probably won't be able to fight for long."

Bing Fengxi took a step forward and asked in a deep voice, "What does your clan mean?"

"Junior Brother Yifeng has no other intentions."

"If there is a great master who can take charge, the chances of winning will indeed increase by 10 to 20 percent."

"..."

"This is a matter of fate, so we can't be careless."

Wu Rong smiled as he watched everyone ask questions.

He waved his hand to signal the monks behind him that there was no need to say more.

Then he said: "Everyone hopes to have a better chance of winning the battle, but there are always limitations."

"If I can't bear it, I will definitely not hesitate."

"After I die in battle, the Great Dao Lord will take control of the artifact again."

"No need to worry."

"In this battle, Yan Fu and I are gambling our lives."

"My determination is no less than yours!"