I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 965: Non-See

The door slowly opened.

The pure white light filled the door.

The Tushanjun standing in front of the steps is no longer the same as before.

His immortal eyes easily penetrated the light.

The interior was still as glorious as before, with a blue sky and green grass. The soft light cast a sacred veil over everything, as if you had suddenly entered a fairyland.

"Wait for me outside the door." Tu Shanjun instructed Yang Wu.

"it is good."

Yang Wu nodded without saying anything.

Tushan Jun asked Yang Wu to wait outside because he wanted to separate the Zunhun Banner and the main soul.

If this is a trap set by Lord Yanfu, his body can be reshaped using the Soul Banner if he dies here.

Step inside the door.

It was as if time had stood still and the collapse of that year was nothing but a fleeting dream.

clack.

The black and red cloud boots fell to the ground, and Tushanjun with double horns on his head slowly approached.

It was still the same crooked and lush tree, and the same three completely withered and dead cushions. He still remembered that there had been a female cultivator sitting cross-legged here, and another green cushion.

Tu Shanjun stretched out his finger and touched his forehead.

A blood jade gourd was spinning in the center of his palm.

This gourd was originally a personal belonging of the founder of the Lingmo Sect. Later, that person didn't want Sijiu to take it away, so he gave it to Tushan Jun.

Sijiu knew that he could not gain any advantage in this game, so he left his magic and went to Yuanyang Territory, changing his name to Dunyi, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for himself.

Although Daojun Yanfu said that he could cleanse the bloody smell of the Holy Spirit Demon from the body of the Spirit Demon Ancestor, Tushan Jun did not think that Yanfu could completely do it.

The power of the Yuansheng Holy Demon is invisible and intangible, but it can profoundly affect the details.

It is also possible that Yuan Sheng Sheng Mo does not care about the ancestor of Lingmo Sect, so he can get rid of the influence he has been infected with after the Lingmo Sect is reincarnated.

Since this blood jade gourd was once her property, Tu Shanjun can use the soul-chasing technique to find the former owner of the blood jade gourd.

This method might lead to finding the wrong person, so Tu Shanjun came back here to look for clues about the Lingmo Sect.

Unexpectedly, the three cushions were intact, which saved him a lot of effort.

A bluish-white ghost hand.

The futon fell into his hands.

Refined instantly.

Rub and twist it to the extreme, and extract the scent from it that is different from the futon and ancient wood.

As the Wanye Heavenly Evil Fire burned, a hint of inspiration was unleashed.

The oval purple-black nails clamped the light-colored breath, and then Tu Shanjun put it into the blood jade gourd.

hum.

Tushanjun shook the gourd in his hand.

"Chasing the soul!"

The cold light flashes.

The squinted eyes opened.

A horrifying thought flashed through Tu Shanjun's mind.

  Is reincarnation really about being reborn with the true soul as other monks say?

If this is the case, this kind of authority should belong to heaven and earth, or at the very least, it should be controlled by a terrifyingly large force.

In this case, can other monks really reincarnate whenever they want, and can they also "customize" it according to their own wishes?

Even if Lord Yanfu is as powerful as the ancestor of the Yu family who has reached the Three Flower Realm, he probably does not have such energy.

No matter what reincarnation is, in short, Tu Shanjun has already locked down the location of the ancestor of the Lingmo Sect through tracking.

As long as you find the other person, check the essence and life of the other person's life, and work backwards, you can basically know how reincarnation works.

Looking at the other cushion, Tu Shanjun murmured in a deep voice: "Old Monster Jing."

The incense tree in the cave was absorbed by the Soul Banner, and Old Monster Jing turned into evil spirit and merged into the Soul Banner.

Logically speaking, we should be able to use the Soul Banner to find that person. Perhaps it is because Old Monster Jing has turned into evil spirit and not a soul. Fortunately, we can still extract a trace of the other party's breath from the futon.

……

"Who?!"

Furious shouts came from the sky.

A figure wrapped in endless rage descended.

The overwhelming pressure was like a dark cloud covering the sun, as if it wanted to suppress everything under its own inspiration.

The owner of the figure obviously possesses enough strength in the Small Wilderness.

Because he is the only deity in the Small Wilderness.

  Bang!

The monk wearing Yangyan robe and golden crown looked directly at the monk on the long steps, then turned to look at the open door and shouted: "Who dares to open my Yangcheng Underground Palace without permission!"

The tall monk standing at the end of the long steps stood still.

His expression didn't even move.

He kept his eyes on the huge bronze gate in front of him.

"court death!"

The new city lord was furious and threw out a flaming flying knife.

The Taoist soldiers are like sparks of divine light that can tear apart everything.

Dazzling in the world.

Keng.

The flying knife stopped immediately.

It was not that the tall monk used magic or magical weapons to resist, but simply the spiritual inspiration that was shaken away was like completely freezing the space, and nothing could advance an inch.

Even the Taoist soldiers of the Divine Transformation cultivators were like paused toys.

The new city lord's eyes shrank to the size of needle points and trembled continuously.

He couldn't even see who the opponent was with his full-strength attack, not to mention the pressure as vast as the sky pressing down on him, causing his tall body to bend.

It seemed that if he dared to resist, he would be suppressed into a pool of blood.

"what?!"

"How could there be such a person!"

The new city lord was so shocked that he was speechless.

"Could it be, a saint?"

The new city lord turned the storage ring, took out a token, and was about to crush it.

"end!"

A young man's voice came.

It was as if an invisible pillar of heaven had built the new city lord into it, completely freezing even his spiritual consciousness.

boom.

The seal was dropped by falling.

His cultivation level was not enough to support him, so he fell down, his whole body stuck to the ground and unable to move.

He tried his best to turn his head to see the new city lord clearly, but he could only see in horror the frozen trembling and speechless horror on the new city lord's face.

"What's going on?" Feng Chengyin was panicked.

The new city lord is a divine master.

Even though he usually disguises himself as a Nascent Soul cultivator, the power of the Venerable is something that a Nascent Soul cannot contend with.

How come even the city lord has such an expression?

  What is that figure in the distance?

The monk at the end of the high level glanced slightly, and the soaring horn was reflected in the eyes of the two people. The black hair, black eyes, and the illusory eyeball in the center of the horn turned. He was like an immortal king, standing quietly at the top of the world, calmly looking down at all the mortals who wanted to see him.

"You should be thankful that I don't like killing people."

"Otherwise you would have been dead the moment you broke in here."

"Do not move."

"At least until the adults leave!"

The tall one-horned young man said calmly.

Like the sound of thunder filling my ears.

Feng Chengyin's pupils shrank slightly.

This terrifying figure seemed like an invincible god.

And in his mouth, there is also an "adult".

Then, what kind of person should this adult be?

  In other words, is this still a monk?

When did such a terrifying existence appear in the Small Wilderness?

It’s not that the great monks don’t like the barren land at all, because there are no huge spiritual veins here that can support them.

Feng Chengyin was completely desperate.

When he heard these words, he made a final judgment on his life.

In the eyes of the big men, they are like dust and bugs, and they actively seek to get stained with the filth on the big men's iron boots. They can be cleaned away at any time and will definitely be eliminated.

The new city lord had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He roared hoarsely: "I don't care who you are, this is the city of Tianyang Divine Sect, the dojo of Great Sage Yunyan."

"You shouldn't have come!"

Yang Wu calmly glanced at the city lord who had tried his best to tear open a divine voice, and said nonchalantly: "To my master, the Saint King is also an ant."

As he spoke, he waved his hand down and imprisoned him completely.

Immediately.

The city lord felt that his body could no longer move.

He didn't even have the ability to crush the token to let the ancestor know.

Along with it came endless horror.

  What is the Holy King?

Only those who stand at the peak of the realm of refining emptiness can be respected.

In the mouth of the one-horned young man, they are just ants.

The look in the other party's eyes could not be faked; it was a kind of confidence, as if it would be really easy to hunt down the Holy King.

"Alien?!"

The new city lord has blazing eyes, and he is a different race from human cultivators.

I don’t know the purpose, I don’t know where it comes from.

But the opponent was so powerful that it was despairing.

"I must inform the ancestor."

The city lord found that even his own thoughts were becoming slow, as if his sea of ​​consciousness was unable to think under the suppression of this magic.

hum.

The black and red robe fluttered.

Red-haired waterfall.

The top corner points obliquely to the sky.

A monk who was over seven feet tall walked out from the huge bronze door that was emitting a soft light.

"How did these two people know about the incident here?"

The main soul in the black and red robe muttered.

He didn't plan to ask.

Perhaps the opening of the gate alarmed the monks in Yangcheng.

This person is a pure Tianyang Divine Sect practitioner, and should be a cultivator from the Tianyang Divine Sect in the Eastern Wilderness. In this case, we can simply modify his memory.

As for the other one.

Looks a bit familiar.

It would be a nice thing to meet an acquaintance here, but he still had no intention of chatting and getting to know the other party.

Sometimes, it’s better not to know each other.

Feng Chengyin stared at the black and red figure approaching.

He wouldn't admit it.

There was no way he would mistake that long dark red hair.

Even if the other person's appearance had changed slightly, he would not mistake those eyes, let alone the green-faced, fang-toothed face and the same eyes as before.

"It's him!"

Feng Chengyin screamed in his heart.

Yet he could not utter a sound.

'One sound.'

'Even just one sound.'

As long as he calls out the other person's name, the other person will definitely recognize him.

Yang Wu looked surprised.

I didn't see such a drastic change in this person's expression just now.

I think he knows an adult.

Yang Wu immediately relaxed his suppression a little.

Feng Chengyin watched the oval purple-black nails getting closer and closer to his forehead.

Until it resists.

A chill is about to penetrate the soul.

"Tushanjun!"

Main soul, no, Tushan Jun nodded slightly.

It's like meeting an old friend.

Feng Chengyin shouted: "My senior brother wants to see you!"

"Why do we have to meet..."

Tu Shanjun was stunned and frowned, saying, "I heard from Senior Yunyan that Senior Jifeng died a long time ago."

Feng Chengyin let out a breath.

Fortunately.

Just a little bit.

He was just about speechless.

"Yes."

"My senior brother died, but he came back to life."

"Resurrection from the dead?"

Tu Shanjun slowly withdrew his fingers.

He returned to the Small Wasteland and didn't want to see anyone.

Even if the old friend is in person, the memory of the other party will be erased.

But now it seems that Master Jifeng must be seen!