I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 684 Comer

I had to come forward.

Looking at the magic weapon Zhang Xu Gao in front of him.

The banner was cast like iron, crouching a half-skeleton evil spirit, its fangs clenched the banner tightly, and its two bone claws tore apart the side banner, obviously not staring at him, but he felt a chill.

Look around the soul flag again.

At present is a tall jade statue, the appearance of which cannot be seen clearly in the hazy fog.

The opened treasures piled up, and the fluctuations and coercion they emitted were stronger than the magic weapons he used.

Any one of these treasures could make a Jindan monk break his head, but here they are divided into many small piles.Behind him, there are four Nascent Soul True Monarchs staring at him, and if he makes any changes, he will die.

Wang Zhizhi raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to cry but without tears.

He didn't understand, and he practiced hard since he was a teenager.

Wake up earlier than a chicken, sleep later than a dog, endure what ordinary people can't bear, practice what ordinary people can't practice, and finally learn magic skills, delve into magic techniques, understand the way ahead, walk out of a golden elixir road, and increase life by five hundred years.

Practice is a chore.

Bear with boredom and exhaustion.

Now, it's finally completed, why can't I do whatever I want.

Isn't the purpose of his practice just for this?

In order to become a master, in order to be free and unfettered by others.

It happened that someone meddling in other people's business caught him and brought him to this place.

Licking his dry lips, he really wanted to reprimand the monk who captured him, but he didn't dare because he didn't have such strength.I can only obey this person's arrangement and pray to save my life.

Reach out and hold the soul banner.

I just felt a refreshing coolness coming from the palm of my hand.

Wang Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly checked his body up and down until he confirmed that there was no change. Then he was overjoyed: "Is it okay? I'm fine!"

He hurriedly looked at Wu Rong who was not far away, and said with a look of surprise on his face: "Senior, I have already picked up this soul banner as the senior said, I don't know..."

Wu Rong lifted his robe and cupped his hands in salute, "Disciple Wu Rong, respectfully invite Master!"

……

"Ugh."

Sigh faintly.

There is a bit of hoarseness in the ethereal.

This sound.

It made the devil shivering in the corner shiver.

Yu Long and Qiu Wandao were also surprised.

Qiu Wandao stared at the soul-respecting banner held up by the Jindan cultivator, and he vaguely felt that the secret was here.The dispute between Wu Rong and Yu Long also revolved around this treasure.

Yu Long, on the other hand, felt uneasy. If the uncle appeared but did not recognize him but recognized Wu Rong, it would be troublesome.

In comparison, Wu Rong is a direct disciple of his uncle, and his master is Taiyi, the relationship between the two is definitely not as good as that between master and apprentice.

But that's it.

Yu Long could only trust his master.

And a very important point is that after death, the body enters the soul streamer.

This is also where Yu Long is very tangled.

He didn't think he would die, but he wanted to leave a way out for himself.

silence.

It seems that even the air is stagnant.

Suddenly.

The iron banner rolled up.

A bluish-white ghost hand protruded from it, grabbed it as if ignoring Wang Zhizhi's physical body, gently squeezed and picked it, and a golden elixir ghost suddenly appeared in the dark white palm.

With the palm of the hand retracting the soul flag, the body of the Golden Core cultivator is rapidly changing its appearance.

Black Taoist robe.

Dark gold line.

Meticulously tied red hair and the top corners that seem to be gathered into the hair like a crown.

All reveal the identity of this person.

Wu Rong finally bowed down excitedly with relief, and said in a loud voice: "Time is tight, not enough for this disciple to prepare well. I only found this mid-stage Jindan body for Master, and please rest for a while."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Tu Shan: "Welcome Master!"

"Congratulations, sir."

The devil hurriedly knelt on the ground with a Gulu.

Secretly slandering: "The old devil swallows people's phantoms at every turn. He has deep devil nature, and he looks more like a devil than me."

The slander belongs to the slander, in fact, he also knows that Tu Shanjun never cares about its evaluation.

It was glad that its bet was right, Yu Long and Wu Rong did not fight, nor did they argue for too long, so it was right not to run away now.

"Uncle Master." Yu Long cupped his hands in salute.

Qiu Wandao also saluted, but his expression was surprised: "This...what's going on?"

The big living person who was standing here just now, after touching the soul banner, Jindan Yinshen was taken away and turned into the appearance of a master uncle. This body is lifeless, like a puppet that has not stopped moving .

However, the mid-term cultivation base of the original golden core seemed to disappear all of a sudden, making him an ordinary mortal.

A series of changes made Qiu Wandao at a loss.

Tu Shanjun bent down to pick up the palm-sized jade ornament on the ground, and put it on the table of the jade statue.

Perhaps it was due to the practice of kung fu. In the end, the physical body left by Ah Fu became like this, and Ah Fu's Nascent Soul Yin God has entered the soul streamer.

The Yin God in the late Yuan Ying made Tu Shanjun's strength to a higher level, maybe as long as there is another Yuan Ying Yin God, he can welcome the catastrophe.

Tu Shanjun glanced at the devil, he was a little surprised that the devil didn't take the opportunity to escape.

But now is obviously not the time to care about these things.

"Get up."

Holding Wu Rong up and down, Tu Shanjun looked over Yu Long and Qiu Wandao.

He said calmly: "Since the matter has come to this point, I don't have to hide it. It won't be long before Venerable Chuiyun will attack the sect, and his cultivation will definitely be in the late stage of transformation."

"Who will be in charge of the soul banner and can compete with him?"

"This person's cultivation should not be lower than that of the late Nascent Soul, and even at the peak of the Nascent Soul to be safe."

"Because not only must I resist Venerable Chuiyun, but I must also have enough magic power to support me through the catastrophe." Tu Shanjun's eyes did not fall on Yu Long or Wu Rong, but fixed his eyes on Qiu Wandao.

Qiu Wandao laughed suddenly: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from my uncle."

Speaking of letting out his own breath of inspiration, the coercion of Dazhenjun was revealed.

I didn't know when Qiu Wandao had broken through to the late stage of Nascent Soul, and looking at the surprised expressions of the remaining two, it was obvious that they didn't know about it.

"You are the first monk to follow the sect, and you are also a mutated heavenly spirit root. You are absolutely determined to the heart of the Tao. There is no doubt about your talent and talent. Coupled with the cultivation of the sect's resources, you should have reached the late Nascent Soul."

Tu Shanjun said lightly.

At the same time, he glanced at Wu Rong from the corner of his eye.Wu Rong's savvy is similar, but Wu Rong is young after all, and he doesn't want to pressure Wu Rong according to that set of Tianjiao theory.

"I know you want to pursue the Dao, but at this critical moment, someone should stand up."

"You are a big brother."

Tu Shanjun really didn't want to use this kind of rhetoric.

However, when it comes to this moment of life and death, someone has to take responsibility.

Qiu Wandao was stunned, pointed to the soul banner in the distance, and said dumbfounded: "It means that the uncle is not a monk, but this treasure..."

"Artifact!"

"No wonder."

Qiu Wandao felt that he had figured out all the things that he couldn't figure out before, and he was even more indescribably amazed.Who would have thought that one of the ancestors of the Taiyi Sect was actually a weapon spirit of treasures, a weapon spirit whose cultivation level could be improved.

No wonder this uncle has such a personality.

And why does my master have such a big right to speak even though his cultivation base is not higher than that of his uncle.

It's all because the uncle is a tool spirit.

"Master, you can't..." Wu Rong immediately objected: "The Kunpeng Sect is powerful, and Master Chuiyun has seen through the master's heels. There is no chance for the master to stay in the sect. It is better to leave as soon as possible."

The sect is important, but Wu Rong is more worried about the safety of the master than the safety of the master.

Why did he use the Golden Core cultivator instead of the Nascent Soul cultivator? Not only was the Nascent Soul cultivator hard to find and they all had heels, but also because he might not be able to beat the master who controlled the Nascent Soul cultivator's body.

If you can't do it, you should do it.

"No, if you do this, the sect will die."

Yu Long said angrily: "Brother Wu, you are also a true disciple of the sect. You practice the sect's skills and use the sect's resources. Do you want to abandon this foundation and the millions of monks who follow us? Why?!"

Wu Rong fell silent and did not refute.

"I come!"

Qiu Wandao suddenly raised his head, and under his pale hair was a ravine face. He said with a serious expression, "Uncle Shi is right, I am the senior brother of the sect, and I should take the responsibility."

"It's just the realm of the Nascent Soul peak, which can be broken with a flick of a finger."

"It's up to me to take charge of the Honored Soul Banner."

"Stop bragging."

"If the Nascent Soul Peak achieves well, Jinao Zhenjun will be stuck in this realm for hundreds of years? Xingluohai will only have that peak ancestor?" Wu Rong's eyes became sharper, and he said coldly: "I still That sentence, I am going to take away the Honored Soul Banner today, and none of you can stop it."

"Master, this disciple has offended me."

"Wu Rong, how dare you!"

Qiu Wandao called his name directly, and stood in front of Wu Rong: "Don't force me to take action."

"Little brother is about to ask for advice from senior brother."

……

clack.

The crisp footsteps sounded at the door of the Patriarch Hall.

Everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

Under the light of the bronze lamp, a tall monk in a white velvet robe approached.

The white boots draw cloud patterns and are spotless.

That man was undoubtedly a tall and handsome monk, with his fleece cloak fluttering gently.The face is like a crown jade, the eyes are like morning stars, and the tall sword eyebrows are sharp.

"Am I late?"

The tall white-robed monk's eyes split the atmosphere in the hall like a sword, and he seemed to be looking for someone too.

However, the disappointment in his eyes was beyond words.

Tu Shanjun looks like he is facing a formidable enemy, with cold hairs standing all over his body.

The person who appeared in front of them was so strong that it was terrifying.

The spiritual officer's eyes can only see through the aura of that person, and the aura is stronger than Venerable Chuiyun.

Yu Long shouted sharply: "Who are you, dare to trespass on my Taiyi Sect Patriarch Hall!"

"Taiyizong? Patriarch Hall?"

"He, is he dead?" The white-robed monk looked at Tu Shanjun.

"Who is the senior talking about?"

Hearing that even Mr. Tu Shan called each other seniors, the three brothers present immediately looked awe-inspiring.

"The person who founded the sect."

"Taiyi?" Tu Shanjun asked back.

"Taiyi?"

The tall white-robed monk chewed the two words in his mouth, and seemed to understand: "So he has such a Taoist name now, yes, it is him."

"he died."

"The person who founded the sect passed away a quarter of an hour ago."

The white-robed monk stood still, staring blankly, with waves in his eyes, and sighed leisurely: "I see."

"who are you?"

I heard the inquiry from the red-haired horned monk.

The man just looked at it indifferently.

The terrifying coercion seemed to hold this space firmly in his hands.

The white-robed monk stepped forward to burn incense on the jade statue, then turned around and said, "My name is Xia Feng, a brother of the same sect of Junior Brother Taiyi, you can also call me 'Venerable Taihua'."

(End of this chapter)