I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 963 Return

"Are you?"

"I……"

Luo Manping looked at himself for a long time and remained silent.

There are five ranks in the underworld, corresponding to the five steps on the path to immortality.

A fifth-step monk can be crowned king.

That is the real king.

It is not the "holy king" that is used as a symbol of hope.

Luo Manping had only seen such a powerful man from afar during the grand ceremony in Dongyue King City, and the other party had not yet appeared in person.

“There are still many geniuses in the world.”

Luo Shentong looked into the distance: "Excellent cultivators are as numerous as the fish in the river, and they can be found everywhere. Only a few can achieve enlightenment, and even fewer can be crowned kings. Geniuses? Pride? Dao children? There are some in every generation."

“We should acknowledge that there are people coming, but no one notices that more people are dying.”

Luo Manping did not give up and said: "There is always someone who can make it!"

"You can become a Taoist, you can become an immortal!"

"Who?"

"I don't know." Luo Manping shook his head blankly.

"Among ten thousand geniuses, is there one who can reach your level?"

Luo Manping hesitated.

"What about a hundred thousand?"

"What about a million?"

"Is my realm so difficult?" Luo Manping was not doubting, but he had seen too many cultivators at the same realm as him, as well as cultivators at a higher realm.

When he was in Dongyue King City, there were saints everywhere, so he didn't have much idea.

"Disaster!"

Luo Shentong nodded and said: "Since you are already a rare talent, you should trust yourself instead of external things!"

"Even without that soul flag, I am still the best."

The old man stroked his beard, his eyes full of praise: "This young boy is teachable!"

……

Walk out of the swaying forest.

The young man held an umbrella, and the red-haired ghost saint walked under the umbrella.

Yang Wu smiled and said, "My life is truly mysterious. I was weak and helpless when I was alive, but after my death I became a powerful person and participated in the rise and fall of a great sect. How magnificent!"

"I don't know when I can come back after this trip." Yang Wu looked at the eight-story palace behind him and the boundless ruins of the gods, then turned his gaze away.

Looking ahead at the big moon hanging across the horizon.

There was the entrance to the forbidden area, and the rising red waves looked like a sky full of rosy clouds.

Tushanjun didn't answer.

He was not sure whether he could come back. The journey was extremely dangerous and he could not guarantee anything for Yang Wu.

"Are you going to the Gandharvas?"

"Still missing."

Yang Wu shook his head slightly: "There will be a time to reunite after the mission is accomplished. Why should we end it now?"

He was actually afraid.

He was not afraid of meeting his sister, but was afraid that he would lose his courage and hope to live after meeting her. He had to keep a glimmer of hope for himself, even if it was just a thought, it would be enough at the most critical moment.

Walk to where the moon is bright.

The boat moored early.

In front of him was an endless river of blood.

"Hold on tight." The captain's weathered and aged voice sounded.

The seemingly empty eyes now possessed an indescribable brilliance, as if the body that was once just an empty shell finally housed a soul, and that soul was looking at the two people sitting at the bow through the window of the soul.

Tu Shanjun looked solemn.

The captain did not show any surprise, and said calmly: "Daoyou's spiritual perception is really strong."

"Senior, aren't you from the Asura tribe?"

“It’s been too long.”

The captain sighed and spoke as if reminiscing: "I fell here following the ruins of a corner of the Divine Court. I was originally here to look after the tomb of my master. Now that the Pantao Divine Medicine Branch that suppressed the tomb has been taken away by you, the tomb will slowly emerge, and I will finally be able to leave this place."

"Peaches?!" Tushan Jun frowned suddenly.

He thought he had forgotten his past life, but who would have thought that as his cultivation level improved, his memories became clearer, but he just didn't want to talk about it.

Unexpectedly, I would see the peaches here.

  Is Shenting really just a huge organization?

Or: Heaven!

  Recalling the Wanfa Sect's Dharma, the Dharma domain manifests as an immortal-slaying platform. Who can slay the immortal?

Is it God or Heaven?

But why has he never seen any record about these in ancient books, as if someone deliberately erased the existence of the Divine Court?

Of course, it is also a question whether the heaven ever existed.

We can’t conclude this based on the magical peaches and the Immortal Execution Platform.

Perhaps the shrine that the boat captain was talking about was just a dynasty of gods and immortals that once flourished in ancient times and was buried in history along with the decline of Shintoism.

When the Tao flourishes, the Dharma flourishes; when the Tao declines, it is like a falling whale.

Rise and fall may even be just a flash in the pan in the long river of history.

Perhaps one day, another supreme path will appear, and the immortal path will slowly withdraw from the stage of history. At that time, no matter whether it is legends or anecdotes, they will no longer be important.

Tushan Jun looked relieved. Even if there really was an ancient divine court, it had nothing to do with him.

He was not interested in legends.

Moreover, the captain of the ship has always addressed the country as the Divine Court, which means that even if there really is an extremely powerful Celestial Empire, it is dominated by gods.

Now that gods have withdrawn from the stage of history, it is enough to prove that immortality is on the rise!

"I don't care about history." Tu Shanjun said lightly.

"Perhaps the answer you seek lies in history."

The boat captain raised his head slightly, his eyes as calm as a lake seemed to bloom with strange colors: "You must want to know how to become an immortal."

Tushan Jun's ghost eyes burst out with intense divine light. He could never figure out what immortality was. The immortal scriptures even said that there must be three immortalities. What are the three immortalities?

He said in a deep voice: "Senior, do you know what immortals are? Do you know how to become immortal?"

The captain showed an expression of as expected and nodded, saying, "You have misunderstood."

"Immortality is immortality."

"To become an immortal is to become immortal."

"What it means is that you have to do your best to get closer to immortality, until one day you completely replace immortality!"

Tushanjun's pure black pupils shrank.

Trembling! The three immortals in the immortal scripture are not three immortal things at all, but three things or objects that are infinitely close to immortality.

Pretend to preach thousands of books, but truly preach one sentence.

After hearing what the boatman said, Tu Shanjun suddenly understood.

No wonder I have never understood the method of becoming an immortal in that imperial scripture.

"Thank you, senior!"

Tushanjun stood up and bowed respectfully.

If it weren't for this strange Taoist's suggestion, he might have remained in the dark for a long time.

"What is close to immortality..."

"I don't know." The captain shook his head.

Then he smiled and said, "Everyone has a different definition of immortality. What others think may be very different from what you think. If I tell you what I think immortality is, it may lead you astray. Do you still want to listen?"

Yang Wu widened his eyes, looking at the witticism of the two with a bewildered look on his face. He knew all the words, but why didn't he understand them when they were put together.

Immortals, gods, and immortality are really too profound.

Tu Shanjun did not ask any more questions.

"Senior, do you know how to revive this magical peach medicine?"

"Even gods can't save us." The captain said regretfully.

This magical medicine has very few roots, and it is still alive thanks to the green peach.

Once the green peach is picked, the whole magical medicine will soon die. You can ask a skilled weapon refiner to use the branches of the magical medicine to make a good magical weapon.

A few moments.

The boat docked.

Yang Wu and Tu Shanjun were about to express their gratitude when they turned around and found that the ferry boat had disappeared long ago.

"Senior, let's go!"

"Ok?"

"When Uncle Luo finds out that we have lost our boat, he will definitely catch up with us and demand an explanation."

Tu Shanjun laughed in surprise.

"Let's go."

Yang Wu, who possessed the cultivation level of a Saint King, transformed himself into a beam of light, tore through the void, and escaped from the underworld into the domain barrier.

Tu Shanjun flipped his hand, and a small boat appeared in his palm.

Push it forward lightly.

The small boat turned into a building ship and sailed in the domain barrier space.

Then a bronze lamp was lit.

"Where are we going, Senior?"

"Eastern Wasteland, Small Wasteland!"

Tu Shanjun extinguished the candle in his hand and looked into the void in the distance, unable to hide his excitement.

After being away for so many years, I am finally going back.

He didn't intend to confront Yanbu head-on.

I also don't plan to go to Tianyang Divine Sect without certainty.

Return to the Small Wilderness, find the reincarnation of the Lingmo Sect's ancestor, and then look for the mysterious monk who has reached the state of transformation.

With these two in hand, it is enough to put Yanbu to death. Two for one, as long as Yanbu is a smart person, he will know how to choose, otherwise he will completely lose the souls of these two people.

"Did Xun Daojun plot against me when I was going through the tribulation?"

Tu Shanjun sneered.

When it comes to scheming against others, he is also quite good.

Back then in the Small Wasteland, he was known for his black heart.

Seeing Tushan Jun showing such a terrifying expression, Yang Wu's heart skipped a beat. He was not afraid, but he felt that the person who could make his senior look like that was probably not a good person.

Now the two are in the same boat, no matter who the enemy is, his current strength is enough to deal with it.

He still needs to hone his skills and must not let his guard down just because he is strong.

So he said, "Sir, how can I exert my full strength?"

"This is easy to handle."

"Dream spell!"

Tushan Jun waved the soul flag.

Yang Wu only felt dazed for a moment, and the scene before his eyes turned into an endless vast land.

not far away.

With murderous aura gathered in his big hand, Luo Tianpeng, holding a long sword tightly, looked at Yang Wu from afar.

"What is this?!" Yang Wu was shocked.

The Holy King from the distant sky is coming with a knife.

In front of him, Yang Wu was sitting cross-legged in the small cabin. Tu Shanjun casually took out an ancient wooden tablet, which was the scripture recording the ancient arts.

He also had to be adequately prepared, and it would be best if he could fully master the application of the Self-restraint Technique and Military Qi, so that he would have a better chance of winning when facing Lord Yanfu.

"What if I use the magic medicine as a bargaining chip to ask Big Head himself to take action?"

Tu Shanjun considered for a long time.

I think this is a good idea.

Unfortunately, the big-headed dragon is nowhere to be seen.

He left in such a carefree and carefree manner that it was impossible to find him using the note transmission method.

Otherwise, you can really use the magic medicine to ask Big Head for help, which will increase your chances of winning.

Boom.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the boat sailing on the domain barrier crashed into the domain barrier in front of it.

The originally colorful world where it was impossible to tell the difference between heaven and earth had been completely changed.

What comes into view is a clear blue sky.

The spiritual energy is very thin compared to the Asura clan.

Yang Wu, who was new to this world, felt quite uncomfortable.

"My Lord, are we there yet?"

"arrive."

Tu Shanjun slowly stood up.

Look towards the distant city.

Yangcheng!