I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 468 Chess Table
Hearing this familiar voice, Master Yuhuan almost cried out excitedly.

The ghost hand that landed on his shoulders obviously didn't weigh much, but it almost made him collapse on the ground, and the coldness turned into a biting chill. Just a little bit away, he would cry out for help just like the Master of the Earth Corpse .

As a pinnacle grandmaster, he can at least block Yuanying Zhenjun for a while, and with his hole cards, it should be no problem to save his life for a while, but this does not mean that he is not afraid.

It's not that my own Zhenjun told him that no matter how powerful Yuanying Zhenjun is, he didn't expect to find out that he was wrong when he made a move. It was a big mistake. Yuanying Zhenjun was too terrifying!
"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me!"

The stern scolding was like a breeze sweeping away the black mist from the sky, the heavens and the earth, the sun was shining brightly, and the warm sunshine finally came back and spread over everyone.

The warmth it brings dispels the cold and cloaks them in golden light.

Mozong monks cheered.

No matter which sect they are monks from, at any rate, they are the Nascent Soul True Monarch of the Hehuan Sect, and they can benefit a lot.Moreover, since the True Monarch has come, it means that there is no need for them to continue beating people to death.

The strength of the Lord Soul Demon Lord is too terrifying, and they have long since lost the courage to continue fighting.

Seeing that the sky cleared up, the righteous monks couldn't help but celebrate the rest of their lives, but they were more at a loss and fearful of fighting skills.After taking a long breath of turbid air, I felt tired and tired like a tide.

The golden elixir masters stumbled to the magic weapon without any image, those who took the elixir took the elixir, and those who healed the wound healed.

……

The precious light of supernatural powers strikes.

Tu Shanjun's eyes were fixed, and countless black air gathered in the sky to form a solid evil ghost, and the ghosts with ghosts and ghosts gathered here, and appeared in front of the bed while smashing the precious light with their palms.

The meaning of boxing is like a mountain flattening the whole world.

The bed chariot was knocked off the top cover by the evil ghost's fist, and it was shattered into pieces under the strangulation of the fist, and the strange beast holding the bed chariot had no time to avoid being crushed by the fist, and did not even roar or cry.

The ghost's figure faded into mist and returned to the soul streamer.

Tu Shanjun, holding the soul flag, said coldly: "Hide your head and show your tail, don't you dare to show your true colors?"

The scarlet eyes were condensed, and they fell on the figure that was blown out.

The Jindan female cultivator, whose clothes are as thin as cicada's wings, is nestled in the arms of the Zhenjun who is so handsome and so handsome that he can't tell his gender.

The man didn't continue to attack, but took off his long gown and wrapped it around the female companion beside him, then he smiled and cupped his hands and apologized: "I am also eager to save people, so I acted in a hurry, and I still look at Daoist Haihan, Haihan. "

Mr. Tu Shan smiled without a smile on his face, and ordered his disciples to test him without saying anything. He countered him like this, and greeted those who greeted him with a disheveled face and a smiling face.

Looking down at the fighting method, Long Jun exclaimed: "This person's strength is really extraordinary, and even the old demon Qingshang has been suppressed. But as said, this is a hot-tempered person, so it's hard to talk about it."

"Let's invite that fellow Taoist to come up first."

Soar up.

Above the altitude of [-] meters.

"The three fellow Taoists have already arrived."

Tu Shanjun glanced over, and he sensed more than one breath.

Counting these three, there are four Nascent Soul True Monarchs who came to Yangcheng. If the Nascent Soul True Monarchs from the Nether Land are excluded, all the Nascent Soul True Monarchs from Xiaohuangyu will come.

The Flood Dragon Chariot was seen when Tu Shanjun came out of Xiaodongtian, and the other party was Yuanying Zhenjun of Wanfazong.

Yuanying Zhenjun sitting cross-legged on the crane was wearing a black and white robe, and he could tell that he was another Yuanying Zhenjun of Wan Fazong without looking closely.

The two true kings of Wanfazong are here.

The last one with a coral-like dragon horn and a strong breath must be the old Dragon Lord from Mo Palace.

Tu Shanjun calculated the remaining mana.

It took half of his mana to suppress the Yuanying Zhenjun of the Acacia Sect, and he spent more than [-] percent of his mana in fighting with the hundreds of masters in the small wasteland and the large formation set up.

Youshen Mo Shengdan has been supplemented, but it is not enough to support him to fight a complete Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Knowing this, Tu Shanjun wanted to kill more Jindan Grandmasters to improve his strength, in order to prevent Yuan Ying from controlling the Lingbao.

In the face of the temptation of the Yuanying of the Acacia Sect, he used the supernatural power of the ghosts and night walks, kneading the Yin God in the soul streamer to give a powerful blow.

Long Jun waved his hand slightly to sweep away the shirt curtain, cupped his hands and said, "Mo Gong, Mo Long, I have met fellow Taoist."

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and returned the gift: "Zun Hun has met fellow Taoist."

He still stays at the gathering of demon cultivators and Mo Shisan for Mo Gong. In fact, he has very little contact with Mo Gong.

Of course, in the past, Mr. Tu Shan always avoided powerful monks, so as not to be caught as a magic weapon.

In terms of dealing with each other, he had the most face-to-face with Wanfazong.

However, these two Nascent Soul True Monarchs only know each other now.

The tall monk with a Chinese face stepped out of the dragon chariot. He was not wearing the black and white robes of Wanfazong, but a more fitting and strong outfit.

The visitor had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square mouth and a hanging nose, and he looked like a kind person.

"Wanfazong, Wuji, I have met fellow Taoists, this is my senior brother." Zhenjun Wuji stretched out his hand to introduce the cultivator who was sitting cross-legged on a crane and wearing a magic robe.

The man got up and cupped his hands and said, "Wu Ya, Wan Fazong, I met a fellow Taoist."

"Acacia Sect Loveshang, I have met fellow Taoists."

Qingshang Zhenjun appeared not far away with a smile, the gown on his body was taken off and the inner lining was messy, and the hair crown on his head was crushed by Tu Shanjun's evil ghost.

Now that his hair was disheveled, he didn't feel ashamed, so he tied it up with a leather rope.

It's nothing more than long and indistinguishable, but also very handsome, no matter what he wears, he is a clothes hanger for walking, not to mention whether the hair is tied up or loose, it doesn't matter.

Tu Shanjun's fangs were put away, the blue color on his face faded, and he looked very handsome, but unlike the indistinguishable handsome, he was tougher, and the blessing of his cold temperament also made him unapproachable to strangers.

These four true monarchs should have come one after another.

However, they all acquiesced in Zhengdao and Mozong's crusade against Tu Shanjun, and there was no lack of temptation in it.

"What's the meaning of the four fellow daoists appearing at this time?" After bowing their hands, Tu Shanjun understood that they didn't want to see him continue to kill the Golden Core Grandmaster, so he spoke to stop him.

If there are only one or two Nascent Souls, Mr. Tu Shan doesn't mind sending the Demon Sect who came to Yangcheng as a soul banner, and try the weight of Zhenjun Nascent Souls by the way.

However, once there are four of them, and two of them are Yuanying of Wanfazong, it is difficult to continue to do it.

True Monarch Wuya said: "Please calm down, Fellow Daoist Honored Soul, and don't share common knowledge with the juniors. We are here not only to intercede for the Grandmaster of Xiaohuangyu, but also to talk to fellow Daoists."

"Fellow Daoist, please speak."

"Fellow Soul Daoist doesn't know that the different realms of the Great Eastern Desolation Realm are all adjacent to each other. If too many mainstays are killed or injured, other realms will probably be invaded, and it will be another catastrophe for the common people."

Tu Shanjun thought it was some kind of agreement, for example, it was signed by the big monks, so that they could not attack low-level monks for no reason.If any monk dares to offend the dignity of the big monk, or to plot an attack, then he is tired of life, and there is no need to keep his hand.

Unexpectedly, it was not an agreement between the big monks, but this kind of thing.

But to him, Mr. Tu Shan, it doesn't matter if the small wilderness is not invaded, he is too lazy to care about these things.

On the contrary, it was Xiaohuangyu's evil spirits who wanted his life.

To take his life is to block his journey to immortality, and he will never die.It's not that Tu Shanjun is extreme, but that he understands too well the consequences of letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and he doesn't want to have the regret and pain that happened once again.

Seeing Tu Shanjun's nonchalant expression, Master Wu Ya knew that this statement could not be persuaded, and they did not expect such righteousness to convince Tu Shanjun, this was just the beginning.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know Yuanyang Realm?" True Monarch Wuya stroked his beard, and didn't continue talking about the relationship between Xiaohuangyu and your other realms. Say.

"Yuanyangyu." Tu Shanjun remained calm. He had heard many monks talk about this place. Later, it was Old Monster Jing who gave him some popular science before he knew what Yuanyangyu was.

Yuanyang Region is a treasure land, no one knows how big Yuanyang Region is, even Yuanying Zhenjun will not be able to fly to the end of his life.

No matter what level of cultivation you have, you must be careful when you go to that treasure land.

Not to mention the infinite resources, all kinds of treasures of heaven and earth, and great opportunities to break through the world, not to mention the secret transmission of martial arts, supernatural powers and treasures.Legend has it that there is a secret of immortality in the Yuanyang domain, which attracts countless arrogance and power to explore it.

Seeing that Mr. Tu Shan knew about the Yuanyang domain, Zhenjun Wuya was relieved a lot.He was afraid that Zhenjun Hun would not know anything, and it would be extremely troublesome to explain it, and it was not convincing.

"Since fellow Taoists know the Yuanyang Domain, you should know that you can't enter it if you want to. The number of people entering the Yuanyang Domain is very limited, and the number of places will be sprinkled every hundred years. The benchmark for this quota is based on the comprehensive Strength prevails."

"A quota to enter the Yuanyang Domain?" The gleam in Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed and he was restrained again. He was not interested in anything else. The only thing that interested him was the secret of becoming an immortal. He wanted to become an immortal and wanted to go crazy.

Shen Guang was introverted, and Tu Shanjun suppressed his emotions. No matter what, his current strength is not enough to support him. When he cultivates to a high level, he will not be able to get the quota of Yuanyang Region casually in the future.

Zhenjun Wuya continued: "The number of people entering the Yuanyang domain is directly linked to the comprehensive strength of each domain, and ancient treasure keys will appear in Shengxiantai every hundred years."

"Based on Xiaohuangyu's strength, he should be able to get three ancient treasure keys."

Zhenjun Qingshang shrugged his shoulders and said: "I have never entered the Yuanyang domain, and I am waiting to divide the spirit stones and materials. An ancient treasure key can sell tens of billions of top-grade spirit stones, and the sects and monk families in the entire Xiaohuang domain will share .”

Hearing this, Mr. Tu Shan understood. It turned out that Mr. Tu Shan broke the rules and this big cake.If there are too many Golden Core Grandmasters who die, it will directly lead to the loss of tens of billions of high-grade spirit stones.

"I'm not a monk in Xiaohuangyu, can't I add an extra key?" Tu Shanjun looked at everyone with a smile.

True Monarch Wu Ya pondered, he seemed to know something, looked at Mr Tu Shan with his eyes and said: "A calculation is done every hundred years, and it will be 30 years before the next calculation."

"Counting those 30 years, did Fellow Daoists stay in Xiaohuangyu for hundreds of years?"

Looking over, Zhenjun Wuya's expression was relatively calm, and it was this calmness and indifference that made Tu Shanjun's smile disappear.

Others may not know him, but Wan Fazong may have caught a clue.After all, Zhenjun Wuji watched him come out of the cave, and with this appearance, he would still be recognized.

If you count 30 years, he really has stayed for hundreds of years, but he will not sit in the small wasteland for 30 years, let alone expose his true heel for useless spirit stones.

Mr. Tu Shan understood the meaning behind the words.

It's okay to kill a few offending Golden Core cultivators. If there are large-scale death of the mainstay, then don't blame them for taking action. These are the three ancient treasure keys.

Tu Shanjun had to lament this good method.

The agreement will be torn up one day, or even forgotten, but the use of benefits will allow the Nascent Soul monks to have a sense of belonging and earn benefits, allowing them to voluntarily protect the growth of low-level monks.

(End of this chapter)