I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 962 Agreement

Look at the Sky Strike in your hand.

It is indeed a good weapon.

With this magical weapon, Tushan Jun can increase his combat power by 20 to 30 percent.

If it is driven by the great emperor's military spirit and makes good use of the divinity and magic of Tianji, it can be taken to a higher level. Tu Shanjun said nothing more, silently placed Tianji in front of him, and said with a bow: "Senior, what you said is very true!"

The ancestor of the Asura clan has given up the magic medicine.

Although in the eyes of the ancestor, the magic medicine is not strong enough and cannot survive, it is not worth mentioning at all.

However, this is still a miracle medicine, not an ordinary thing.

The moment Luo Shentong appeared, Luo Tianfeng’s promise was no longer valid.

If you take the magic medicine, how can you take away someone else's magic weapon?

Tushanjun would never do such a thing.

If the miracle medicine was not extremely important to him, he would not be tempted even if a complete and mature miracle medicine was placed in front of him.

Shake the Soul Honoring Banner.

A divine sword fell.

Immediately afterwards, a jade slip appeared in Tushan Jun's hand.

Imprinted on his forehead for a moment.

He handed it over and said, "I have seen that the Asura clan is famous for its indestructible Asura body. Although indestructibility is powerful, solitary yang cannot be born, and solitary yin cannot grow. This scripture is a collection of great achievements, proving the yin and yang."

Luo Shentong took the jade slip in astonishment, with a look of surprise on his face.

For a moment he didn't know what Tu Shanjun meant.

Just now he just wanted to get back the magic weapon, why did he also send me a Taoist scripture? Thinking of this, the old ancestor expanded his spiritual sense and scanned the jade slip in his hand.

  His expression was shocked. !

Praise: "Great talent!"

"The monk who created this sutra is truly a rare talent."

"This sutra..."

"The name of the Sutra: Immortality."

Tu Shanjun bowed and said, "I really had no choice but to obtain the magic medicine by trickery."

"The principles expounded in this scripture are enough to add a level of depth to the Immortal Shura Dao Body. Compared with the entire Shura Sect or even the divine medicine, this scripture is nothing. However, I have nothing, but this scripture is completely mine, and I can still show it off."

Luo Shentong smiled and waved his hand, saying, "My friend, don't underestimate yourself. This sutra is enough to become a part of the Taoist canon of a great sect. In exchange for that half-dead and ineffective divine medicine, my great sect has made a profit."

Luo Shentong looked at Tu Shanjun with more and more admiration.

This is truly a loyal and honest person, with quite a bit of the demeanor of an ancient great cultivator.

This kind of atmosphere is rare in the current spiritual world.

The cultivation world today is full of either infighting or deception. It seems that everyone is afraid of suffering a loss, and even feels more uncomfortable when others get opportunities than when they suffer a loss, regardless of whether the opportunity is useful to them.

Beware of this and beware of that.

Neither relatives, brothers, nor disciples can be trusted.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Luo Shen is in a very high realm due to his old age. The cultivators who have reached this realm have experienced too many vicissitudes, so that they have become calm and mature. They think that with their own cultivation and age, they can calculate and control everyone, and thus they are on guard against everyone.

Regardless of whether Tushan Jun was sincere or wanted to sever the cause and effect and did this, Luo Shentong, as a smart man, had no reason to refuse.

Just like he said.

The Asura clan really got a good deal by exchanging a half-dead green peach cutting for such a Taoist scripture.

"My friend is a man of high moral character. I should not have any more requests. However, as a master and disciple, I cannot disregard human ethics and allow you to take away my useless disciple. I hope you will show some mercy."

Luo Shentong bowed slightly, then looked at the young man in the distance.

He could see that Tu Shanjun was about to leave.

This magical weapon is unwilling to stay, and no one can keep it by his side.

It is better to go with the flow and do a favor to avoid damaging the relationship.

In this case, the Zunhun Banner should release its hold on Luo Tianfeng. Even if there is no way to save the situation, Luo Tianfeng can still enjoy the rest of his life in the great sect.

The tall and seemingly kind evil ghost lowered his head and shook his head slightly, saying: "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

The atmosphere suddenly dropped and the harmony just now disappeared.

The air around me cooled down by several degrees.

It seems to have dropped to freezing point.

Luo Shentong narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, he thought of many things.

He even concluded the magic of the Soul-Respecting Banner based on this one sentence alone.

Tushan Jun slowly raised his head, his eyes were deep, as if embedded in two bottomless caves.

Even if he wanted to release Luo Tianfeng, he couldn't.

If Asura Patriarch really had a way to untie the Banner Master, it would make Tushan Jun very happy.

However, it was impossible for Tu Shanjun to tell the other party all the details, and being able to say that sentence was already his biggest concession.

Seeing the new atmosphere, Luo Manping smiled and tried to smooth things over.

How could the ancestor not know?

The most important thing for a weapon spirit is of course the weapon master. Now asking Tu Shanjun to give up the weapon master is like asking the cultivator to destroy his own Dantian. Any cultivator with a normal mind would not do this.

But, the old man is not wrong either.

The leader is his disciple, and it is understandable that he wants his disciple to rest in peace.

On one side is the mighty Lord of the Great Dao, the ancestor of Asura. His power is mysterious and his vitality recovered rapidly after he walked out of the formation.

Even if he is not 80% or 90% strong, he is definitely not weak. Such a strong man seems easy to talk to, but that is because he has not been angered. Once he gets angry, it is like the wrath of heaven descending to the world and burning the world.

Such a strong man already holds a high position, and no one has ever dared to refute him, let alone a weapon spirit with low cultivation level.

The other side is the evil ghost of the magic weapon, the devil saint and devil heart, who looks innocent but is also a stubborn strongman. Once he makes a move, he will not stop. In addition, with the gathering of the ten ghost kings, his Taoism has been further improved, and he is indeed not a good person.

"Grandpa!" The young man knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"You..." Luo Shentong looked at the young man in surprise.

This was different from the Luo Tianfeng he remembered. The spiritual power he sensed was also quite different, enough to prove that the person now was not Luo Tianfeng: "Asura's Soul Fusion Returning to Heaven Blood Talent?"

"who is it?"

Yang Wu replied: "My name is Luo Yang Wu, the son of Luo Tianfeng!"

"My father asked me to fulfill the promise I made to Senior Tushan."

"Ugh."

"I understand."

Luo Shentong sighed deeply.

Since it was Luo Tianfeng's decision, it was not appropriate for him as their master to say much.

Because this magic medicine has caused too many problems, and he has no way to bring people back to life, how can he force Luo Tianfeng to stay? In his opinion, Tianfeng still blames him as his master.

Tu Shanjun glanced sideways.

Stunned and a little dazed.

Also sigh.

At this moment, the two sighed one after another, perhaps they were somewhat similar in their situations.

This also made the tense atmosphere just now disappear, and they tacitly agreed not to bring the topic to this aspect again. Ancestor Asura did not even ask about the soul that was stored in the Zunhun Banner.

The owner of the banner cannot be released and returned to the sect, and the souls that have been taken away will most likely be difficult to recover.

Why bother worrying about things that can't be helped?

"Senior, now that the matter here is settled, it's time to get down to business as we agreed earlier." Yang Wu said with a smile.

He didn't know what it was exactly.

However, Tushan Jun did not take his life early. He also reshaped his body and brewed blood wine to maintain his soul. It was estimated that he had some great use for it, as if he was preparing for something.

At that time, Yang Wu was still worried that his cultivation was not enough to accomplish Tushan Jun's great task.

It’s different now. He took over Luo Tianfeng’s blood body and was blessed by the Holy King’s spirit. Although his cultivation strength might not be as strong as Luo Tianfeng’s when he was alive, he was still a real Holy King.

Enough to deal with 80% to 90% of the miscellaneous things in this world.

"Yes."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

This was the intention behind training Yang Wu, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

Originally, Yang Wu's soul was not strong enough, and the technique performed on him was more like an experiment by a pioneer. Tu Shanjun wanted to use the Nightmare Pattern Spirit Attachment Technique to create a sufficiently powerful banner master, but many things happened later.

Luo Tianfeng was disheartened and buried his soul deep in his sea of ​​consciousness, unwilling to take any action. Instead, this put Tu Shanjun's original plan back on track.

"When will you leave, Senior?"

"immediately!"

"it is good."

Yang Wu stood up and opened a golden umbrella.

He looked at the crowd and said, "There's not enough room under the umbrella for many people. Who else wants to go with us?"

He looked around, and all the saints avoided his gaze.

The ancestor is right there. They are tired of living, so they go with the devil.

Didn’t you see that the ancestor didn’t even ask about the soul that was taken away? It’s obvious that the situation is very dangerous.

They don't want to become the other side's spoils after the war.

Luo Manping, on the other hand, seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"You two, the old and the young, are quite happy to answer questions, but isn't that the Soul Banner promised to me by the leader? Without it, even if I become the leader, I am just an empty shell. And with the return of the ancestor, isn't this just a puppet position that Chunchun has to take the blame for."

"Leaving?"

Luo Manping hesitated for a long time before finally asking this question.

Yang Wu bowed and said, "Uncle Luo, my father said that he has chosen you as the next leader of the sect. He hopes that you will bring my sister back after the sect is stable. She has been wandering outside for a long time, and it is time for her to return home."

Luo Manping said solemnly: "This is what we should do."

"It's just that the clan is empty..."

Yang Wu replied with a smile: "Grandpa is the strongest backing of the Great Sect. A small loss is nothing. I believe that under the leadership of Grandpa, and under the leadership of you, Uncle Luo, the Great Sect will surely create greater glory and surpass the former Ashura Sect and become a top clan."

"But you..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Luo. If I finish my business with the senior and fulfill my promise, I will definitely come back."

"This...is fine."

Luo Manping didn't know what to say for a moment, so he looked at Tu Shanjun and bowed, "I wish you all the best!"

Tu Shanjun returned the greeting and said, "See you later."

……

Watching the opened golden umbrella disappear into the distance on the narrow forest path, Luo Manping stared at it for a long time, and did not take his eyes off it until he could no longer see it.

"Don't look at it."

"The great church can't keep him."

Luo Manping turned around suddenly and saw the old ancestor patting his shoulder with a smile.

"You have the potential to be a hero, but not the appearance of an emperor."

Luo Shentong's eyes showed longing: "Perhaps only the ancient emperor can make him willingly submit to him."

"Or you can go against the tide and reach the top in this life, standing at the top of the great world. Otherwise, even if you have a mysterious weapon, you can only waste time and become a pile of dry bones on the road to immortality."

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