I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 907 Planting the Way

The oval purple-black nails bloomed with a faint black-red mist.

Like a waterfall of shadows draped over the owner of that arm.

Demonic flames surged.

The evil spirit is raging.

The foreign true king who knelt down in obedience quickly lowered his head and kowtowed, not daring to raise his eyes to see.

The three people who had been captured by the alien lord looked at the figure in shock.

They couldn't see clearly at all. What they saw was like infinite darkness, as if they were facing a terrifying abyss. The abyss clearly hid incomprehensible existence, which made their eyes sting.

The three of them hurriedly buried their heads.

But he couldn't erase the deep fear in his eyes.

What a rampant demon flame and heavenly fire it was. It was clear that the master monk was not targeting them at all. The scarlet flame was like a dazzling light, forcing them to avoid sight.

It was as if if he continued to wait and see, his eyes would be burned by the fire of his karma and his six senses would be gouged out.

The woman surnamed Zhang tried her best to suppress her trembling, and looked for the two people next to her at a loss.

The monk surnamed Xu was not much better.

The three of them barely hugged each other.

They didn't even know whether the people in front of them were enemies or friends, or in other words, they couldn't even be considered enemies or friends, because in front of that shocking demon, even the foreign sages were turned into ashes. If it weren't for The screams just now still echoed in their ears, and they even suspected that there was no alien lord at all.

"Mr. Wen..."

The monk surnamed Xu lowered his head and murmured in his heart.

Another young man gritted his teeth and wanted Mr. Wen to kneel down and worship.

Looking directly at a big demon like this can easily make the other person angry.

If the other party still feels dissatisfied after killing a foreign venerable, wouldn't it be easy to wipe them all out after encountering Mr. Wen's disobedience?

They still have the courage and fighting power to face the aliens.

But facing such a being, he only felt despair and fear in his heart.

He collapsed on the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

The gray-haired old man stood there blankly without moving, staring at the tall figure in the sky's evil fire with his haggard figure.

Of course he remembered the red-haired teacher in his family who used to lie on a wicker chair with a book in his hand when he was young.

My father said that was his master.

As a child he didn't understand.

Later, when he understood, he had already joined the Five Spirit Sect.

Since his father's death, his father's master has also disappeared.

Only the painting hanging in the ancestral hall remains.

It is said that his father asked the most skilled painter in the court to copy it for his master.

It has been hanging for a thousand years.

Once, when he returned to his family, he met a mysterious monk who not only taught him Taoism but also returned the body of Uncle Sanhu, and sealed a number of secrets in the corpse-controlling ruler. It was not until he cultivated the golden elixir that he unlocked the secret and completely Learn about the family’s past and the identity of the mysterious figure.

It is indeed as the master thought, if he cannot even cultivate to the golden elixir realm, he is not even qualified to know the secret.

It’s just that the road to immortality is difficult.

With his profound knowledge and hard work, he finally stumbled through the golden elixir and became the True Monarch of Nascent Soul.

Plunging into the Eastern Wasteland, looking back, the years have been wasted, and the life span is about to be exhausted.

I originally wanted to go to Yuanyang Region to look for opportunities, but I didn't want to be attacked and forced to become a prisoner.

However, even Wen Peng did not expect to see his master again in his lifetime.

just.

people in front of you.

Is he really the master?

Like.

so similar.

Just as he remembered.

Wen Peng never asked.

If he were not the master, his rash recognition would not have ruined the innocent lives of those three people.

If he was the master, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him if he stepped forward to recognize him? He was about to die and had used a secret method to urge him to die. Why should he let his master worry more?

As the ancestor of a sect, he is well aware of this difficulty.

Sometimes, even though he is a great monk, he cannot even save a life.

Since you feel the same way, why bother forcing it.

It's better to be like back then.

He also has no intention of returning to his roots.

As a monk, he had already made plans to die in a foreign country.

"People who come later don't have to collect my body for me."

"Step on my bones and walk over."

The robe is lifted up.

Half kneeling on the ground.

Wen Peng raised his hands in a high-pitched salute and knelt down: "Thank you so much for saving my life, Da Xiu. It's a pity that I have run out of gas and can no longer repay you. Why don't you ask Da Xiu to use your means to pull out this junior's soul and enter the soul banner of that Zhang Xu?" Well, it’s just a way of expressing your feelings!”

Xu Chang raised his head sharply.

In his impression, Mr. Wen was always kind, gentle and gentle.

Although he is a master of the corpse refining sect, he has no corpse energy or demonic appearance.

It was rare to see him shouting so loudly, not to mention the shocking tone of his words, which almost made him forget the pressure deep down.

Xu Chang thought that Mr. Wen was going to die.

Use such words to provoke the devil to keep his hand.

But when he looked up, he saw a bright smile on Mr. Wen's face.

That smile is really sunny.

Like relief.

It was more like finally returning to my place of peace.

An idea popped into his mind.

Maybe Mr. Wen really wants to do this.

"This……"

"Perhaps those who practice demons are all incomprehensible lunatics."

Xu Chang murmured in his heart.

Then I thought about it.

How can the Taoist sect be any better? Without madness and demonism, there is no way to survive. The end of Taoism and demonism requires an immortal.

But for ordinary monks, it is just a legend. Their only hope is to make one more step forward, to prolong their life and survive.

Perhaps it was Old Wen's words that inspired his courage, or perhaps he was unwilling to be saved in such a useless way.

Xu Chang said in a clear voice: "Senior, the soul of an old man is definitely not as strong as that of a young man."

The young man beside him looked at Xu Chang in horror. "crazy."

"crazy!"

The figure in the Tiansha Karma Fire looked sideways slightly, looked at the three people in the corner, raised his finger and pointed at the young man huddled behind everyone and asked: "Such a greedy and fearful person, a monk who will only retreat when encountering trouble, but you want to Will you risk your own life to save me?”

"Is it worth doing this?"

I heard a somewhat hoarse voice in the air.

Wen Peng kowtowed and said, "I saved him just because I wanted to save him. It has nothing to do with what kind of person he is."

"Moreover, I only save people by the way. I actually want to save myself more. However, this body has reached its limit and I have no way to save myself. I might as well play my final role."

The Demon of Karma Fire nodded slightly.

"Put it this way."

"You still want to live?"

Wen Peng immediately fell silent.

Of course he wants to live.

But his life is about to end, and he has used an irreversible secret technique, and his body is about to collapse. In such a situation, even if he says he wants to live, it may just make him die less honorably.

When he spoke it meant he had renewed hope.

It's not that easy to feel when your hopes are extinguished.

Think again and again.

Wen Peng nodded and said, "I think so!"

"I want to live."

"very good."

"If you want to live, I will let you live."

"But even if we can use up all the treasures from heaven and earth to repair my injuries, my life span will be..."

"You can become a god!"

After the words fell, a finger poked out from the karma fire.

A drop of water as black as jade hangs on the finger.

A drop of water is more like a drop of blood.

Demon blood!

Wen Peng looked at the demon blood and felt a wild roughness coming from it.

That is a kind of vicissitudes.

Like the rising of the sun, like the constant of the moon.

The flowing ripples gathered into Dao patterns, and just a few fluctuations made his restless body instantly stabilized. He even saw a Dao Sutra contained within.

Wen Peng couldn't help but be shaken in his heart.

He felt that the person standing in front of him was not his master.

No matter how powerful the master is, he should never reach such a terrifying situation.

Without waiting for him to think too much.

The blue-black finger had already touched his forehead.

Demonic blood suddenly dripped.

Ding Dong!

Wen Peng's eyes widened as the black demon blood merged into his body.

The dense white bones seemed to be soaked in the devil's abyss, and instantly turned into black. When this finger was pointed at his forehead, a Taoist sutra was also taught, which was recited by the hoarse voice in the air.

"The Immortal Sutra!"

Taiyin Xuanshui.

Taoism is immortal.

Tu Shanjun looked at the son of a disciple with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Back to the front.

Looking at Wen Peng's mostly corpse body, he said softly: "I extracted three names from the Corpse Demon Qi Refining Technique, cultivated the power of Taiyin, and finally shaped the immortal Tao body. Now, this first Tao seed, It’s also appropriate to give it to the monks who practice the corpse demon technique.”

Not stained by bones.

With the support of black jade bones, Wen Peng's body couldn't help but straighten up.

The spreading corpse body was swallowed up and turned into blue-grey skin.

Ageless corpse.

The so-called physical deterioration has long since disappeared.

Wen Peng felt the pain subside, but his own strength did not decline at all. Instead, it continued to rise. In a short time, he had reached the later stage of Taoism and climbed to another level. It was as if when the scriptures were transformed, he A transformation has been completed.

Either through accumulation of knowledge, or simply by relying on a drop of demonic blood, he was pushed to the top.

Wen Peng's eyes shone with divine light, and his old face returned to his youthful appearance in an instant. Even his gray hair was quickly dyed black. This drop of demon blood not only repaired his body, but also healed his life-long wounds. Life span has been affected.

A few moments.

Wen Peng's crumbling Yin Shen and Nascent Soul were stabilized, and a powerful spiritual aura bloomed around him.

Immediately afterwards, boundless thunderclouds rolled in.

"Thunder Tribulation?!"

"Go."

The big demon in the Tiansha Karma Fire made a slight click, and Wen Peng's figure immediately left the small ship and walked through the air in the barrier space.

Ghost hands waved.

A layer of crystal clear energy enveloped him.

Xu Chang had been dumbfounded for a long time, staring blankly at what was happening in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

The demon didn't kill them but also gave them opportunities.

Looking towards the distance, the black-haired figure who was undergoing a calamity murmured: "The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to grant immortality!"

The young man next to Xu Chang suddenly felt ashamed.

What Wen Peng used was obviously his secret technique.

Maybe when he came to use it, he would be the one who got the chance.

A drop of demonic blood instantly restored a gray-haired old man to his youth, and pushed his Taoism to its peak, ushering in the God Transformation Thunder Tribulation.

What an unimaginable opportunity!

He actually missed it all his life!

Zhang Xu clapped his hands and cheered!

The great demon in the karma fire did not look at Thunder Tribulation, but looked at the alien Nascent Soul kneeling on the ground, and asked: "Where is this place?"

Xu Chang was completely relieved.

They shouldn't be dead.

Because the great monks in the Demon Flame clearly use the common language of the Eastern Wasteland.

"Reply to uncle."

"This place is called Qingquan Realm, and it is the entrusted land of our Yaksha clan. The viscount who offended my uncle just now is the Lord of Yuhe Mountain in Qingquan Realm. Yuhe Mountain has a fifth-level spiritual vein and is the territory of Uncle Hunyue. Hunyue Bo is one of the three great saints of our Yaksha tribe.”

Thinking that this great demon was speaking the common language of the Eastern Wasteland, the foreign Nascent Soul who answered could not help but change his words and call him realm.

He continued: "The three great saints jointly control the Qingquan realm."