I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 961 God’s Will

Luo Shentong glanced sideways at the three-meter-long magical medicine behind him.

The divine light of green peach hangs high.

Upon hearing this, the saints were shocked and angry.

The miraculous medicine originally belonged to the great religion.

Whether it is Luo Tianfeng or Lao Tianwang, it is essentially an internal fight within a large sect.

But Tushan Jun is different.

Even though he is the spirit of a divine weapon, he is still an outsider to the Asura clan.

Especially this spirit of the weapon, it looks like he is not someone you want to mess with.

It would be fine if he wasn't weak, but he also looked like a demon soldier.

As soon as they disagreed, they grabbed the owner of the banner in their hands.

It was unknown whether he wanted to use the leader to threaten the ancestor, or if he wanted to extract the leader's soul to fill the soul pennant. In short, this spiritual artifact was very different from the spiritual artifacts they knew.

The old king will lose, but the ancestor will not.

There is a world of difference between a saint and a Taoist master.

Knowing this, Luo Manping quickly stood up and wanted to persuade Tu Shanjun not to argue anymore.

It’s not because of the ownership of the miracle medicine, but the purest difference in strength.

Cross-level battles rarely occur in the world of cultivation.

Even if there are, they are within the same realm, such as some statements in the early, middle and late stages.

Facing the Dao Lord, the fourth step is different from the third step, which is the difference in the essence of life. There is no possibility of winning at all.

Since the ancestor has no intention of taking action, it is better to let it go.

Otherwise, once a fight breaks out, there must be a fight to determine who is superior and who is inferior, and even a matter of life and death.

Tushan Jun certainly understood how powerful Daojun was.

That's why he spoke at this moment.

The ancestor of the Asura clan has been trapped in the Divine Medicine Formation for who knows how many years, and it is impossible for him to be at his peak strength. He just attacked from the inside to break the formation, and even if he is a little weaker, it is not impossible for him to win with the Ten Directions Ghost King Killing Formation.

Luo Tianya had anticipated that the weapon spirit's words would anger the ancestor, who would definitely take action to suppress it.

He seemed to have seen the end of the spirit of the weapon.

The other saints had the same idea, but only Yan Zang understood Tushan Jun.

He felt that things might not be as optimistic as he had imagined.

When the old king died, his soul flew into the Zunhun Banner.

According to the information he received.

The performance of the Soul Honoring Banner and the Spirit Weapon will be even better.

With Old Heavenly King, a half-step Taoist master with the illusory Taoist flower, it is still unknown what the strength of the weapon spirit is now.

However, whichever killing array fairy diagram just now would definitely add an extremely powerful ghost king. With the combat power displayed by the killing array, no saint would be able to withstand it.

If a saint can’t do it, what about the Taoist emperor?

Doubtful.

No one can know the outcome unless they actually fight.

Luo Shentong nodded slightly: "Yes."

"what?!"

The saints were amazed.

At one point I even thought I had heard it wrong.

However, they were disappointed.

Luo Shentong did not stop Tu Shanjun from taking the magic medicine.

It was as if the miracle medicine was not some rare treasure from heaven or earth, but an unknown weed on the roadside.

"this!"

Luo Manping was so shocked that he was speechless.

He even began to suspect that it was not a miracle drug at all, otherwise why did the ancestor take it so lightly.

He had no doubt about the ancestor's strength.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful Tushan Jun was, he could not face Daojun directly.

Luo Shentong said: "The miracle medicine comes from an old plant. It was cut down in a hurry, so the root system was too weak to bear the burden and could not be grown. Over the years, the dead energy has regenerated itself. Under the interweaving of life and death, it no longer has the power it once had. Now the miracle medicine is only a big name and less than a cent of its effectiveness."

"Not to mention coming back to life."

"That's something that only a complete and mature divine medicine can do."

Luo Shentong looked at the young man Luo Tianfeng.

He sighed and said, "Back then, my master triggered the formation and was suppressed by it. Before he died, he left a message in the hope that the monks of the great sect would step into the Posuo Forest and trigger the formation again, breaking it from both inside and outside."

"I didn't expect it would cost you your life."

"I have advised Shen Zhong that the efficacy of the magic medicine is only one percent. If you take it, you will be corroded by the death energy."

Luo Shentong looked gloomy.

"With his talent, he still has a chance to achieve enlightenment even without the magic medicine."

"He was blinded by the miracle drug."

"Forget that the person a monk should trust the most is actually himself!"

The old friend must have thought that he wanted to keep the magic medicine for himself, which led to the subsequent estrangement and everything that is happening now.

The dispute started with the miracle medicine and ended with it.

Luo Tianfeng was stunned.

It turns out that what I thought was God's blessing was actually a signal for help from my master.

He kept it hidden and no one understood, and in the end he ended up dead.

Unwilling to give up, he returned to the sect with his residual soul, stirred up trouble, and killed many people to rebuild his body.

He placed his hope on the miracle medicine, and for this he did not hesitate to raise his butcher knife. He used this incident to cleanse the voices that disagreed with him, and then took the soul flag to the forbidden area.

The old king who was behind the whole incident came later.

He had anticipated this, but he didn't expect the old king to come so soon, so he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, Tushanjun did not brag.

Give him ten saints and he will truly become a living Saint King.

He thought the dust had settled, but he didn't expect that a large formation would appear when the magic medicine was triggered. Before Tu Shanjun could break the formation, the formation was broken from the inside, and the long-lost master walked out of the formation and told him that everything he fought for actually deviated from his original intention. It was a signal for help.

Luo Tianfeng was silent.

When he knows that it is not fate that favors him, can he still firmly believe that he is a strong man who controls his own destiny?

Or will he regret what he did and dig his master out of the formation when he first knew that this was the signal?

  Will he?

will not.

Luo Tianfeng knew clearly that even if he knew from the beginning that this was the signal from his master, he would still choose to conceal the news and wait for the right time.

If he could go back to the past, he would not give the old king a chance, but would choose to take the magic medicine immediately and try to break through to the realm of Tao Lord.

Master understands him on this point.

Perhaps this is why Master did not say it explicitly.

Even if the master explained everything clearly, he would not believe it completely. He would only think that the master did not want him to take the magic medicine.

Luo Tianfeng laughed.

He made exactly the same decision as the old king.

Luo Tianfeng looked up at the sky over the forbidden area.

The ruins of the divine palace were golden and the blue sky was like endless frosted glass.

The young man's face revealed a pair of haggard and tired eyes, with a look of confusion, fear, yet piety flashing across his face.

“I always say that when faced with fate, the timid are afraid, the wavering are hesitant, and only the strong take charge!”

As he spoke, Luo Tianfeng stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air. He grasped a long pole made of black evil fairy gold, at the end of which was a large banner.

  Honor the soul flag!

"Life is in your hands."

Luo Tianfeng groaned: "My destiny has always been in my own hands."

"It's just that different personalities will create different destinies. Some sufferings are not brought to me by the world, nor are they imposed on me by God. They are the backlash of the choices I made myself."

“Good fortune and bad luck come from nowhere, but are brought upon themselves.”

"God's will!"

"I don't blame God's will, but why is this God's will... sharp as a knife, cutting people... painfully!"

God's will caused the leader of a great religion to disappear at a loss.

I never saw Luo Tianfeng again after that day.

The young man said his name was Luo Yangwu.

He is Luo Tianfeng's son.

……

Tu Shanjun slowly let go of his hand.

He stared at the three-meter-tall green peach tree with burning eyes and walked forward without hesitation.

It was as if he hadn't heard what Luo Shentong said about the miraculous medicine giving rise to death, and he continued to move forward without asking whether the one in a hundred chance of survival of the medicine could still be useful.

"Young man, you don't believe it?" Luo Shentong asked.

Could it be that this spirit of the weapon is also following in the footsteps of that old fellow?

Luo Shentong did not say this in order to defraud the magic medicine. This was the truth and he was just telling the real situation.

"I have studied the Spiritual Plants Canon."

"The moment I dug up the roots, I could already tell what the miracle medicine was like."

"Then why?"

If Tushan Jun didn't believe what he said, Luo Shentong wouldn't be so surprised.

Tu Shanjun clearly believed it, so why was he still so determined?

His determination was very different from that of ordinary cultivators. He did not regard the magic medicine as an opportunity to make a breakthrough in his cultivation.

Many cultivators regard the level of their cultivation as more important than life and death.

Even death is a step forward.

That is the desire for the Tao.

There was definitely no expectation of a higher level of realm in his eyes.

"Eliminate the dead energy and refine the great elixir, that's enough!"

Tu Shanjun said calmly, looking at the ancestor of the Asura clan.

He would not believe what others said, especially this old monster. Even if a true immortal appeared in front of him and told him that he could become an immortal as long as he gave up the magic medicine, he still would not believe it.

Luo Shentong didn't say anything else.

Tu Shanjun approached the magic medicine, lifted up a hundred miles of land with his magic weapon, and used a formation to take in the great world that was born in his body.

Only after the magic medicine was completely taken away did Tu Shanjun let out a long breath.

This is the best material he could find within his ability.

If it can be accomplished, everyone will be happy.

If the elixir fails to materialize, there is no need to feel too regretful.

After all, in the battle with Lord Yanfu, you can't just rely on a magic pill to bring the dead back to life.

If it is really impossible to do anything, then take Brother Yunyan's soul into the banner and wait for the right time, and never give up the soul. Never reincarnating is better than disappearing completely.

Ever since he took away the soul of his disciple Zhou Xinglie in Xingluo Taiyi Sect, Tu Shanjun is no longer so averse to taking the souls of people close to him.

If the situation really becomes irreversible, collecting the Soul Banner is indeed a good solution.

As he learned more about reincarnation, he felt that it was not as good as he had imagined.

Just like what my senior brother said back then, we must always find a way out for those close to us. There is no pure land in the underworld, so instead of wasting time in the turbid world of the red dust, it is better to use all your strength to find a glimmer of hope.

Of course, this isn't the best.

It was only when Tushan Jun's cultivation and Taoism gradually improved and he was able to become a big tree that could provide shelter from wind and rain that his ideas changed.

If he remained weak, he would not feel that his path was right.

It would be better for him to go back to the East Wilderness and find out Yanfu's other two tricks to kill Yanfu Taoist's path to immortality, thus allowing Brother Yunyan to become the master.

Since the opponent has such an obvious weakness, Tu Shanjun would not choose to fight rashly.

"Little friend."

"You have taken the magic medicine, please leave my magic weapon behind."

Tu Shanjun's expression froze.

I wish all the best to the college entrance examination students and hope they will get all the marks they want in the exam.