I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 478 You Lord
Tu Shanjun's expression froze.

Nascent Soul True Monarch in the depths of Netherland.

He also can only faintly sense it when he breaks through the Nascent Soul Realm.Thinking back now, that breath didn't seem like he sensed it with his powerful spiritual sense, but rather like a signal sent out intentionally by the other party.

Netherland can be so stable, it should be because of the love of that person.

Ordinary monks don't know it, but those Yuanying Zhenjun standing on the poker table in Xiaohuangyu should know it very clearly.

I don't know why the true king sent someone to invite him.

Tu Shanjun didn't have much doubts.

The magic power of the enchanted blood element is enough to support him to fight any Nascent Soul True Monarch in Xiaohuangyu. If he wants to ambush him, he needs at least two or even three Nascent Souls to be safe.

After thinking about it carefully, I still feel like going to see him.

"Lead the way ahead."

The black-robed monk hurriedly made a gesture of invitation, showing his furry paws.

Mr. Tu Shan is not surprised that he used the light escape to hide in the clouds.

The Netherland is very vast, and the closer to the central boundary, the less traces of living creatures can be seen.Daheishan is a foreign genus, so there are still many ordinary mortals who settle and build a country called Sheji.

Until a layer of majestic gray fog was overcome.

Above the sea of ​​clouds emerged a tall tower of snow-white body.The tower looks very illusory, a bit like a mirage, it is clearly in front of you, but it seems to be far away in the sky.

"My master is waiting for Zhenjun in Tongtian Tower."

Tu Shanjun could tell at a glance that the white pagoda was a rare spiritual treasure, compatible with the formation, if no one led it in, even wandering outside for several years would not find the way.

Since it is a powerful spirit treasure, of course it must be treated with care. Tu Shanjun pinched a formula and quietly threw the devil out of the sea of ​​consciousness, turned his head and ordered a few words, and then followed the black-robed monk to the White Pagoda.

spire.

It is a garden, spotless.

The high-hanging white tower overlooks it.

The earth is crawling under the feet, and the blue sky is above the head. The breeze blows past, lifting the sleeves and the edge of the robe, which makes people feel very comfortable.

"Cough cough."

An untimely cough came to his ears, and Tu Shanjun frowned.

It wasn't that Nascent Soul's old monster got off his horse, but the heavy cough made him hear something different.

"Take the liberty to invite fellow Taoists to come."

Walking into the vacant attic, the corners are high and the eaves are graceful. The low table in front of you is Tu Shanjun's favorite style. There are no endgame or black and white chess pieces on it, but a jug of wine and two wine cups.

The speaking Yuanying Zhenjun was wearing a white robe of glazed tiles.

Standing barefoot on the blanket in the attic, he covered his mouth with a piece of invisible white silk to cover his cough.

As soon as he met Tu Shanjun, he felt a sense of tranquility from the other person.

The face is square and the cheeks are thin, the haggard hair is tied up by a white jade crown, there is no beard, but the eyebrows are grizzled, not silvery white but pale.

There was an abnormal ruddy flush on his face.

Only the lips are bright red, as if the surging Qi and blood can only gather here at most.

Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised.

He thought that the owner of the Nether Land might be an old ghost, but he didn't expect it to be a monk with an immortal demeanor, and this monk's aura was exceptionally peaceful and upright, completely like a Taoist orthodox high cultivator.

Ever since Mr. Tu Shan was deceived by Mr. Jing, he has been very wary of these Mr. Nascent Soul, not to mention that the other party seems to be a high-level practitioner of Taoism, even if it is true, he must be very vigilant.

"My lord soul, I have met my fellow Taoist." Tu Shanjun cupped his hands slightly.

"I've forgotten my common name a long time ago. Fellow Daoists, please call me 'Taiyi'." Zhenjun Taiyi said with a smile, and made a gesture of invitation when he spoke: "Fellow Soul, please sit down."

Tu Shanjun was not hypocritical, sitting cross-legged on the blanket.

Zhenjun Taiyi also sat down, and the black-robed cultivator beside him turned his black robe into a barrier to block the wind in the sky, and then his furry body rolled in the air, turning into a yellowish earth dog Leaning against the corner of the table.

His ears drooped, his front paws were raised, and his eyes narrowed, he shrank towards Taiyi Zhenjun's legs.

Taiyi Zhenjun took out the melon seeds in his pocket with a smile and opened the shell, then fed the melon seeds to it, noticed Tu Shanjun's gaze, and said: "Ah Fu doesn't like to go out, shouldn't he offend the fellow Taoist?"

"No." Tu Shanjun withdrew his gaze and looked at the jug on the table.

He usually doesn't like to inquire about other people's private affairs, and he doesn't care much about whether there is an extra native dog. He just thinks it's a good thing it's not Wangcai, otherwise, this is the first dog named Wangcai he has seen. .

"Cough...cough."

True Monarch Taiyi continued: "I heard that you are drinking wine, how about trying my craft?"

As he spoke, he picked up the wine cup first, took a sip, and the mellow aroma exploded in his mouth immediately, and the stamina of that aura surged up layer by layer.

"Good wine!"

Tu Shanjun put down the wine cup.

The brewing level of this spirit wine is much higher than that of Guxianlou.If the peeping leopard in the tube is not a genius, it must have a strong inheritance to brew this kind of spiritual thing.

The world of cultivating immortals is not all about fighting and killing, fighting skills is impossible without talent.

Not everyone has such talent.

Many methods are learned by others after one practice, but I have to learn them hundreds of times and thousands of times, so I naturally lag behind others.

However, after studying and practicing hard, but because I don't have such a keen mind, I am very rigid, which is not suitable for fighting with others. At this time, I can discover other talents.

For example, there are so many arts of cultivating immortals that can be chosen.

If you are interested in one of these skills, you may be able to make great progress on this path.At that time, I will use the finished products of Baiyi to exchange the resources used for cultivation to feed back my own cultivation and be self-sufficient.

For monks, practice is practice, fighting skills is actually just a means to protect the way, and cultivating immortals is also a means of practice, there is no distinction between high and low in essence.

As long as you can understand your own Tao, you are practicing.

It's just that people can't help themselves in the world of practice, and they always have to learn some methods of fighting at the bottom of the box to defend themselves, otherwise they need powerful guardians, and Dazong will equip alchemists with guardians.

Taiyi Zhenjun peeled the shells very carefully, and one person and one dog seemed to have cultivated a tacit understanding long ago, and they looked extraordinarily warm at dusk when the sun was setting.

The earth dog was very quiet, with his head buried, he couldn't see the aura of the peak master at all.

"Fellow Daoist invited me, shouldn't it be just for a drink?"

"Not simply."

"I have heard about the deeds of fellow daoist in Yangcheng, and guessed that fellow daoist has the key to the Yuanyang domain in his hand, so I want to buy it from fellow daoist."

True Monarch Taiyi said softly: "I don't have tens of billions of spirit stones, but I do have some priceless material treasures, which can be chosen by fellow daoists. If you can go with me, the treasures will be counted separately."

"Coming together?"

"From my point of view, fellow Taoists are not things in the pool, so I definitely wouldn't choose to waste my life in the small wasteland, why not go to the Yuanyang domain together with me, so that I can have a chance at that time."

Zhenjun Taiyi's smile was very strange, as if he had said everything, but also as if he hadn't said anything.

Tu Shanjun looked awe-inspiring.

If it is said that apart from Wan Fazong who may know some of his previous heels, the Supreme Lord Taiyi of the Nether Land obviously knows more, because the Dahei Mountain is just outside the Nether Land.

It's just that the other party didn't seem to tell the past, but instead asked Tu Shanjun if he wanted to leave the wasteland.

"Fellow Daoist Taiyi doesn't ask the two fellow Daoists of Wanfazong." Tu Shanjun became more and more calm, looking directly at each other with scarlet eyes, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha."

"Fellow Daoist is a smart person, so he must have guessed something. I don't want others to know my true identity. If the only person I can trust in the entire Little Wasteland is you, Fellow Daoist Tu Shan."

"You sure know."

True Monarch Taiyi nodded: "Fellow Daoist Tu Shan gathered the power of incense and fire in Dahei Mountain is too great, I naturally know it."

"You are not afraid that I will take your life. You can't stop me in this seriously injured state." Tu Shanjun looked straight at him, and his words were very flat, and he didn't let out any of the aura around him.

"you will not."

Tu Shanjun laughed suddenly: "It seems that Fellow Daoist knows me quite well."

Taiyi Zhenjun pampered the head of the local dog beside him, and said gently: "I woke up relatively late, and I don't know much. I heard about the deeds of fellow Taoists from Ah Fu. .”

"What price can fellow daoists offer?"

"Miraculous medicine, inheritance of skills, top-grade spiritual treasure... none of them are available below."

"The only things that can be sold are all kinds of miraculous materials." Zhenjun Taiyi actually turned his storage ring and took out a lot of good things that Mr. Tu Shan couldn't see.

Tu Shanjun took a glance and was not tempted, but asked: "Fellow Daoist can come up with so many precious materials for refining, you must know how to refine. I don't know how good you are at refining weapons?"

"It's good. Ordinary magic weapons can be refined. If you are ready and in good condition, you are willing to spend more than ten years of effort to refine spirit treasures. This mirage is from my hands."

Hearing this, Mr. Tu Shan's eyes lit up immediately. What he lacks most now is experience in refining weapons.

The Soul Banner can only smelt ordinary magic tools or materials into evil spirits to absorb them. Those powerful magic weapons need to be refined first by himself before being absorbed by the Soul Banner itself, which makes Tu Shanjun extremely distressed.

But such a valuable experience, the other party is probably unwilling to give it.

Tu Shanjun said: "If fellow daoist can write a secret book of refining experience, I am willing to exchange it with the key of Yuanyang domain, provided that fellow daoist is willing not to keep it, and it is as detailed as possible."

"This..." Taiyi Zhenjun frowned deeply, the truth of Tu Shanjun's condition made him feel embarrassed.

The value of the refining experience that can refine Lingbao can even be regarded as the treasure of the great sect.

Although there are considerations in this regard, it seems that Zhenjun Taiyi is not because of the relationship of unequal value.

"Fellow Daoist Tu Shan, it's not that I'm stingy, but that my experience in crafting is related to my inheritance..."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand slightly: "Fellow Daoist, don't rush to answer, I still have things to do in Xiaohuangyu, and I may have to ask Fellow Daoist for details when I leave."

(End of this chapter)