I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 967 Soul

Sudden rise!

It was like the abyss descending.

The extremely terrifying aura of inspiration was like the final judgment given to time by the gods in the sky.

The boundless fog opened up and formed an almighty world. This world froze everything, just like the Demon Lord stretched out his hand and grasped the boundless starry sky and the vast enemy.

All of this came from the red-haired monk in a black and red robe and iron boots.

Feng Chengyin widened his eyes in horror.

His flesh and blood body wailed and howled.

It was not until the young man standing next to Tu Shanjun spread out his protective qi to cover him that he was able to catch his breath.

There was a pop.

Slumped on the ground.

Breathing heavily.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

At that moment just now, he thought that he would be like a bug that witnessed the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and would turn into dust silently.

If the young man hadn't taken action, he would have disappeared long ago.

"How could it be..." He thought the gap would be huge, but he didn't expect it to be so different.

The owner of that figure was clearly a god from the Ninth Heaven, the Demon Lord from the Ninth Abyss. Endless darkness swept across heaven and earth, bringing about a horrific hell that the world could not even comprehend.

Feng Chengyin didn't dare to stare and lowered his head.

  However, he was unwilling to give up and kept looking forward. He wanted to see the other person clearly. Was that really the cultivator who once lived with them in the Small Wilderness?

However, when he tried his best to open his eyes wide, he only saw that the pair of eyes, which were like the deep starry sky, rotating with yin and yang, trembled slightly. He could not tell whether it was excitement, confusion, or emotion, or whether it was mixed with a faint fear that was not clear.

Following Tu Shanjun's gaze.

It was an old man's hand.

old.

Dry.

Exclusively for His Holiness.

It turns out that Master Jifeng has already broken through to become a Spiritual Transformation Master.

However, no matter how many Venerables there were, they would not cause such a big reaction among Tushan Jun, just like when he met the Venerable of Tianyang Divine Sect in Yangcheng that year.

Just as Yang Wu saw, there was indeed a hint of indescribable horror in his eyes that reflected the changes of yin and yang.

And the terrifying target was the blood jade gourd in the hand of Venerable Jifeng.

Venerable Jifeng did not expect that Tushan Jun would have such a big reaction.

No one would have thought that after so many years, Tu Shanjun had already taken the second step and became an existence beyond everyone else.

That divine might seemed to have brought the entire small wasteland to a standstill.

Tu Shanjun tried his best to control his expression.

Seriously asked: "Who gave you this gourd?"

His eyes were fixed on Venerable Jifeng, and his spiritual sense extended to completely cover Sunset Mountain.

This world is indeed in the hands of Tushan Jun. As long as he wants, he can use his profound skills to the fullest and unleash his Taoism, and millions of mountains and rivers will be crushed into pieces in an instant.

Venerable Jifeng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

“He gave me this gourd.”

"Let me wait here for you."

"If you come, I'll give you the gourd."

Yang Wu didn't know why the Lord was like this, so he didn't ask for details. Instead, he pressed the Soul Honoring Banner in his sleeve, and the Holy King's magic power filled him.

At this moment, Yang Wu's eyes lit up like the eternal burning sun.

He fully extended the protective energy as if facing a formidable enemy.

Tu Shanjun thought of many things in an instant.

He reached out and touched his forehead.

Take out a blood jade gourd.

"This……"

Venerable Jifeng was shocked. He quickly looked at the gourd in his hand, then at the gourd in Tushanjun's hand, and asked in disbelief, "Are these two gourds the same?"

"Yes."

"Where did your gourd come from?"

Tu Shanjun looked serious and said, "From the ancestor of the Lingmo Sect."

"Spiritual Demon Sect?!"

"It is said that this gourd comes from the 'Yuan Sheng Holy Demon'."

Tushan Jun didn’t think that the person who gave the gourd to Venerable Jifeng was Sijiu.

That person will not give the gourd to anyone else after getting it, and it is impossible for Sijiu to bring someone back to life. If Venerable Jifeng did not lie, he may have encountered the Holy Spirit Demon of Yuansheng.

Even though Yanfu doesn't sound concerned, the more he sounds that way, the more it proves how powerful the other party is.

Even the powerful knew each other, but they seemed to be separated by sky and abyss.

This is enough to show that the Yuansheng Holy Demon is far superior to Yamabu.

Moreover, it’s very far!

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything." Venerable Jifeng already understood that he could not get involved in these matters at all.

It was indeed thanks to Tushan Jun that he was able to save his life. Just as he said, it seemed that everyone related to Tushan Jun had more or less influenced their own destiny.

Either good or bad.

In short, everything is changing.

"Since he didn't say it, how do you know what he meant?"

“After he gave me the gourd, I understood.”

"Sound transmission?"

"Imprint the divine thoughts into the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Do not."

Venerable Jifeng shook his head and said, "There was no sound, no consciousness, no thoughts, no emotions, no words, nothing. When he handed me the blood jade gourd, I naturally understood that I would wait for you here and hand the gourd to you."

"why?"

"I don't understand." Venerable Jifeng said as he handed over the blood jade gourd.

When Tu Shanjun saw the blood jade gourd, his scalp exploded.

This gourd is not just a gourd, but represents an existence that even the Dao Lord cannot ignore. What realm is the other party in? The most powerful Dao Lord is still the Dao Lord, and that can only be above the Dao Lord.

That is what is called a person with great supernatural powers.

  To answer or not to answer?

Tushan Jun was torn between his conscience and his desires.

Laughed.

Full of endless bitterness.

Even with a bit of melancholy.

He didn't know whether he should be proud or happy.

The evil ghosts that were once weak and untouchable are now able to attract the attention of those with great supernatural powers.

Since the other party has come to your door, there is no way to hide. There has never been any fairness in this world, and the strong attacking the weak is common.

What a fight among the younger generation.

What about monks of the same level helping each other? Bullshit!

Facing the olive branch extended by Yuan Sheng Holy Demon.

Tu Shanjun hesitated.

He thought he was very different from what he used to be.

Some people will never sell their souls, some people will sell their souls until the very end, and some people only have their souls to sell.

Tushanjun doesn't even have a soul.

He is a weapon.

It is the souls of his many brothers and sisters that have gradually enabled him to acquire his current strength.

Too weak, not even qualified to sit at the poker table.

Now it seems that he finally has the chance to become a chess piece.

Relying on the souls of our brothers, sisters, disciples and fellow students.

Have such an opportunity.

"Ah."

"what."

"Hahaha!"

Laugh wildly.

Laugh out loud.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

The ethereal and hoarse voice really doesn't sound good when it laughs.

Enough laughing.

The red-haired evil ghost stretched out his ghost hand with a grim smile. The oval purple-black nails were simple and weathered. He grabbed the blood jade gourd that was floating and rotating in the palm of Venerable Jifeng.

The hoarse voice was like the devil's whisper: "Let me see what the Holy Spirit Demon has to say!"

Master Jifeng was dejected.

It was not because the gourd was taken away by Tushanjun, but because he felt the bitterness in Tushanjun's smile.

It's not joy at all, but rather full of madness.

Not crazy, not live.

The Taoist who laughs wildly is the real devil.

Only such a great genius can have such an opportunity.

He was clearly the one holding the gourd, yet he seemed like an outsider.

He doesn't even have the right to laugh.

The ghost hand touches the gourd.

A ripple slowly bloomed.

Clear sky.

Green grass.

Under the vast sky and earth is an endless Taoist palace interior, which makes one feel like being in a fairyland.

At the top of the mountain, there was a chessboard.

The figure formed by the soft blood light turned his back to the world and looked towards the distant land.

"You came."

There is no sound, no message, and no divine thought.

Just as Senior Ji Feng said, he understood the other person's meaning when he saw him.

The figure clearly didn't say anything or even move, but he naturally knew what the other person meant.

It's unbelievable.

The human figure is no longer bound by words, sounds, magic power, and spiritual consciousness...

Wherever he stands is the source of the gods and Buddhas.

This is probably something that even the ancestor of the Yu family cannot do.

The ancestor of the Yu family was originally a wise ruler of the Three Flowers.

Seeing it is like seeing the Tao.

"I am coming."

Tu Shanjun certainly couldn't reach that level, he still had to rely on speaking.

The meaning evolves through words.

Tu Shanjun looked at the chessboard in front of him.

He can not understand.

To be honest, Tu Shanjun didn't know how to play chess. He had played it before, and he relied on his powerful sea of ​​consciousness to decide the outcome. Basically, he relied on his strength to crush others and used all techniques to win. But when he looked at the chessboard in front of him, he seemed to be caught up in a dispute at first sight.

The chess game is infinitely varied.

"Yuanyang Territory, a place forbidden by God."

Tushan Jun had never seen such a powerful person before. He made requests right away, as if Tushan Jun had no right to refuse. It was also as if he had enough confidence that he would not be refused.

Tu Shanjun refused and said, "I'm in a hurry to save people and don't have time."

"You are no match for him."

  he?

Tu Shanjun knew who he was talking about.

Isn’t it the Lord of the Yamafu?

He did not refute. Unless it was the Taoist Emperor, it would be a pipe dream for a saint to attack the Taoist Emperor.

Unless there are one billion Yin Gods in the Zunhun Banner and the Ghost Kings are all top-level Saint Kings, there will be a glimmer of hope.

It's just a line.

The difference between a saint and a Taoist master is the third and fourth steps, not the difference between the spirit transformation and the Nascent Soul. They belong to the same step and there is still some chance of winning.

Tushan Jun also knew that his hope of dealing with Yamabu was slim, so he planned to work on those two backup plans.

Even in the forbidden area of ​​the Ashura clan, he was confronting the Ashura ancestor and seemed to be not at a disadvantage. In fact, the Ashura clan was not afraid of him, but more likely the boatman who claimed to be guarding the ruins and ferried people across the sea of ​​blood.

Although the old king seems very powerful, he is actually a spent force.

The so-called illusory Tao flowers are like flickering candle flames that can go out at any time.

There is nothing to be proud of in defeating the opponent.

Tu Shanjun was in deep thought.

Shouldn't you just go if there's little hope?

He still has to go.

Tu Shanjun paused and looked at the figure: "Can you save him?"

"My karma will ensure that he will not die."

Tu Shanjun suddenly raised his drooping eyelids.

Suddenly he laughed.

Yes.

  Why would the Holy Spirit Demon come?

Lord Yamabu is originally involved in cause and effect.

The ancestor of the Lingmo Sect can wash away the stench.

  But what about Yanfu Daojun himself?

Can he wash away the karma between himself and the Holy Spirit of Yuan Sheng?