I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 537
"What elder, there is no one you are looking for here. This is the place where the sects are fighting, and no one has to leave quickly." Xu Zhao bluffed.

Houtuzong Jindan, who was also thrown out from the explosion, had a face like gold paper, endured the severe pain in his internal organs and the dizziness caused by the displacement of Yinshen, and stared directly at the barefoot white-robed monk with the magic eyes of the spiritual officer.

Just one glance immediately shocked him.

Hastily buried his head, cupped his hands and said: "I don't know if you are disrespecting me in front of you."

Xu Zhao also took half a step back as if he had recovered from his shock, and hurriedly confessed: "Please forgive me, senior."

The monk in the barefoot white robe looked sideways slightly, and slowly raised his palm, the fluctuation of coercion froze the entire battlefield like a catastrophe.

All the monks, whether they were fighting or on the verge of life and death, all stopped moving under this inexplicable rhythm.

"That's it?" The Foundation Establishment cultivators who were fighting each other felt that they couldn't use their mana and consciousness, and even their pupils seemed to be unable to follow their own wishes.

Only then did they finally realize what kind of cultivation the barefoot monk in front of him had stepped into the battlefield. He was the top monk in Xing Luohai, and he was the Nascent Soul True Monarch that they would never see.

Without looking at his own Jindan ancestors, they crawled respectfully on the clouds and did not dare to look up.

The original sect battle also disintegrated in an instant.

The Head of General Affairs of the Fire Sect stared blankly at the sky, the tears from the corners of his eyes had not yet been wiped away.The accident of the ancestor's death made him, a disciple, feel sad, and even more saddened that the Fire Sect would be destroyed.

Now that the unidentified Nascent Soul Great Cultivator appeared on the battlefield again, it gave him hope, but on second thought, he felt that something was wrong. It was impossible for the Tianpeng Sect to let the Nascent Soul Patriarch come to help them.

That Yuanying Zhenjun must have an extraordinary purpose, and it may be a greater disaster than the extermination of the sect.

The barefoot monks in white robes ignored these monks with different thoughts, let alone dealing with the battlefield in front of them.

Shi Shiran walked up to the black sun, cupped his hands and said, "The head of the Taiyi Sect, Taiyi Zhenjun, come to welcome me, the Taishang Elder of the Taiyi Sect."

Tu Shanjun in the banner no longer knew what kind of expression he had on his face. He stared at Zhenjun Taiyi and couldn't make any response because he had no mana to support him. This spirit treasure was no different from a dead thing.

The yin god of Huo Liezong Zhou Wensong has finally entered the banner.

In fact, when he picked up the Soul Banner and injected mana, it meant that he had deposited the Yin God here, but Tu Shanjun didn't tell him clearly at that time.

It just didn't occur to him that Zhou Wensong would rather blow himself up than ask him for help.

It is also beneficial to enter the streamer, at least Zhou Wensong's true spirit and Yin God were preserved, and they were not annihilated in the self-destruct.

After finishing speaking, Zhenjun Taiyi stretched out his hand to hold the Zunhun Banner.

Mana poured into the soul banner, and the face of the soul banner slowly unfolded. At the same time, Tu Shanjun's body quickly condensed. The moment Taiyi Zhenjun took the soul banner, the original crack that could not be healed Disappear.

Zhenjun's spell covers the cloud head, and Tu Shanjun walks out of the soul flag under the cover of the spell. While moving his body, he senses whether he has any symptoms and whether the soul flag can be completely repaired.

The full mana made him extremely happy.

The most regrettable thing in this world is that you can't give full play to your strength even though you have it. At least you can try your best at that time, instead of being helpless but helpless.

Zhenjun Taiyi threw back the Zunhun banner, Tu Shanjun stretched out his hand to catch it, turned it into three feet long and put it into his sleeve robe casually.

He cupped his hands and said, "Please help Taiyi fellow Daoist."

True Monarch Taiyi nodded with a smile.

In the mid-Yuanying period, he forced the disciples of the great sect of the Eastern Wasteland to retreat. He is still a master of formation and alchemy. How could he abandon Tu Shanjun? This is one of the cornerstones of the sect.

Besides, these were all agreed back then.

"How did you find me?"

"Of course I don't have the ability to deduce and calculate like this, but he knows where you are."

As he said that, Zhenjun Taiyi turned his hands and took out a rope, which was tied to a black coal ball. He was about to grin his teeth when he saw Tu Shanjun, and he froze for a moment, and kowtowed pitifully, "Master, spare your life, master, spare your life."

Taiyi Zhenjun said with a smile: "This thing can really run. I caught him several times before catching him. If it wasn't for his frequent headaches and wanting to run for his life, it wouldn't be easy for me to get it."

"The more it dared not go anywhere, the more I rushed there, and I found a fellow Taoist."

Tu Shanjun twitched his lips, he often recited spells to retrieve treasures, the one who suffers is naturally the devil.The palms became claws to take the demon head, and the rope that bound the demon head was also untied when Tu Shanjun made a move.

"I called you to come, why don't you come?"

"My lord, please forgive me. There is really nothing you can do about it." The devil just kowtowed and begged for mercy. He didn't justify his behavior at all. In fact, he knew everything. If he came, he would die, but if he didn't come, he could at least save his life.

"I asked why you didn't come. It turns out that you have generated your own mana, and you are afraid that I will take over your body?" Tu Shanjun snorted coldly, said lightly, and then slapped the devil's head on his sleeve robe: "I will deal with you later."

Seeing that Tu Shanjun took back the devil at the peak of Jindan, Taiyi Zhenjun didn't have any objection, after all, whether it was the collar on the devil's neck or the devil itself, it was Tu Shanjun's property, and he just returned it in full.

After dealing with the devil, Tu Shanjun looked at the four sects in the battlefield and asked, "What should they do?"

"What does friend Daoist mean?"

Tu Shanjun said: "Since the establishment of a sect requires the backbone of the foundation, maybe we can pick some and take them away. We can't support them alone."

There are many things needed to start a sect, not only to reclaim wasteland, but also to build a sect, and to stabilize the mortal city and clean up the wild beasts around.

Could it be that these things have to be experienced by the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs?
The elder Taishang himself cut down trees and stones to build the sect, and it made people laugh out loud when he said it.

Tu Shanjun is not afraid of people's jokes, some chores can be done by the red scarf wrestler, and his supernatural powers are not bad.

However, flexibility is required in many cases, how can a dead thing like a red scarf wrestler be able to complete it.

Then there is the consumption of mana.

No matter how big the family is, there is no extra magic power to support it.

"This is indeed a problem, but they all have sect inheritance, I'm afraid they won't agree to leave with us." True Monarch Taiyi pondered slightly.

Speaking of which, he still wants to recruit good family members with clean net worth. Since these people have joined the sect, and then leave the sect to follow them, it will always make people feel unreliable.

Tu Shanjun saw Zhenjun Taiyi's hesitation, and said calmly: "Don't worry about loyalty, these are only outer disciples after all, what really needs to be considered are inner disciples and true disciples."

"Also, I believe that as long as we treat people with sincerity, others will respond with sincerity."

The devil who was thrown into his sleeve couldn't help but smile crookedly.

Speaking of Huahua, in fact, the old devil is the most deceptive, even more devil-like than this purebred devil.

The old devil doesn't care at all whether they are loyal or not, he only cares whether they are useful or not, if they are valuable, they will stay, and if they are not, they will be appeased, so as not to cause any resentment.

He hurriedly covered his mouth, he almost got carried away with complacency just now, he must know that it is not dead yet, it is only because it is still useful that the old devil has a little patience with it.

Upon hearing this, True Monarch Taiyi found this to be true, so he looked at the monks in the battlefield and said, "This sect is in need of people with lofty ideals. Anyone who is interested can sign up."

"Because the sect was founded, no one will be rejected, and all monks can enter the sect."

"My seat has all the secret books of magic skills, talisman treasures, panacea, and supernatural powers."

"If you have high aptitude, you can also worship under this seat."

"This seat is Taiyi Zhenjun!"

The voice of Great Cultivator Nascent Soul resounded throughout the Huolingshan Mountain, and could be heard clearly even ten miles away.The people from all sides who were fighting had long since lost their will to continue fighting.

Damn, Yuanying Zhenjun has appeared, who dares to act rashly.

I'm afraid I don't know how to write the word dead.

……

The foundation cultivator in the city at the foot of the mountain stared wide-eyed and muttered, "True Monarch? Priest Yuanying."

"Old Ancestor, the True Monarch wants to accept disciples."

The eyes of the youngest monk beside him who has reached the eighth level of Qi training are shining, and he can't help jumping up and down with excitement. If this person is chosen by the real king and accepted as his disciple, it is no longer developed and able to speak, it is a "flying ascension".

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

The whole family can turn over in an instant and become the biggest vassal, and it is guaranteed that the family will also produce the ancestor of Jindan.

Fangshi.

Those casual cultivators are breathing heavily, staring at the top of the flaming mountain with red eyes. Unless they build a foundation and become guest ministers in this life, these mud-legged people will have to rely on themselves in this life. Now Zhenjun is going to establish a sect. All comers are welcome.

"Hahaha, chance, great chance!" The old man with white beard and hair ran down the street and laughed.

His cultivation base is not high, he only has the sixth level of Qi training, and at such an old age, it is impossible for him to achieve anything in this life. to big chance.

The initial creation of the sect is still the sect of Yuanying Patriarch, and any two years of salary can make him a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and even have the opportunity to strive for foundation establishment, and he can live to be two hundred years old by then.

Whether it is becoming a deacon of the sect, or marrying a wife and having children to establish a family, it is not a problem.The most important thing is that they will have Yuanying Patriarch as a backer, so they won't be bullied in the future.

He didn't want to hang around in this quagmire for the rest of his life, seeing every sect disciple tremble with fear.

The long street in Fang City has long been dyed red.

The male cultivator carefully picked up the storage talisman, while the female cultivator beside him stared vigilantly at the ill-intentioned, bright or dark eyes around her. Her body was aroused with mana, and there were two holes in her magic robe. It seemed that she had experienced a fight.

The burly male cultivator said with firm eyes: "Ma'am, let's join the sect. Such a life of licking blood is not a human way of life. If you want to live like a human being, you have to change your way of life."

The female cultivator with fierce eyes turned around and became gentle: "Okay!"

She has long had objections to this kind of life, but only by adding blood can she get more resources.

Whenever she saw a man go out, she felt that she was going to die, so she followed every time. If she was going to die, at least they could die together.

(End of this chapter)