I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 968 Farewell

Chapter 968 Farewell

"So,"

"What's the price?"

The red-haired ghost saint lowered his hoarse voice.

Lift your eyes.

Yin and Yang rotate in the vastness, destroying life and death.

Flickering slightly.

Tu Shanjun would sometimes help others, but he still asked for compensation.

Even if it's just a pot of wine.

A copper plate.

He would collect it regardless of whether it was valuable or not.

This is what he has always insisted on.

Therefore, he never expects others to help him unconditionally.

The priceless help from fate often comes at a huge price in the future.

A pot of wine is enough to cut off the causal connection.

The figure stood still, like an insurmountable mountain, with his back to the chessboard, he stretched out his finger.

There were no words, and no thoughts. It was as if the moment he pointed it out, Tu Shanjun understood what he should do, or where to go to fulfill the instructions of Yuan Sheng Shengmo.

Tu Shanjun murmured: "Yuanyang Territory, a place forbidden by the gods."

There is only this place name, nothing else.

The figure held up a misty palm, and an ancient scripture appeared with words written on it, instantly becoming an ancient book.

The breeze blows.

The ancient book fell on top of the chessboard.

Tu Shanjun grabbed the ancient book and turned the pages.

Nothing.

"No words?"

He closed the book and looked at the words "Divine Pharmacopoeia" written in gold thread.

A horrifying thought emerged in Tushan Jun's mind.

This ancient book couldn't be the scripture on how to nourish the magical medicine that he had sealed in his body.

But why is there no words in this scripture?

What about the words above?

"The Wordless Scripture!" Tushan Jun's expression changed.

Without caring about anything else, he took out all the spirit stones he had saved over the years.

Clearly it was just a cloud of mist, but he could see the figure had a satisfied look on his face, and nodded as if he was teaching a lesson.

Then he pointed his finger, and the wordless scriptures immediately began to appear with words as if printed, and in an instant the scriptures became written.

"Peaches from the Divine Medicine Chapter of the Spiritual Demonic Pharmacopoeia."

He glanced at the title page and his dark pupils trembled slightly.

At the same time, a question arose in his mind: whether the former founder of the Lingmo Sect had also obtained the magic of the Yuansheng Holy Demon, otherwise it would be impossible to explain those bizarre and reasonable yet imaginative magic powers.

"Why choose me?"

"strange."

People are very frugal with words.

No, he didn't even need to say a word.

"Is it true that people with great magical powers cannot cross boundaries to attack?"

silence.

"Is the senior still active in the cultivation world?"

Still silent.

There was no message in reply to Tu Shanjun.

In fact, sometimes not answering is also an answer.

It’s just that Tushan Jun’s level is too low, like a loach in a quagmire, and he can’t even imagine the world of real dragons.

Just like before today, he thought that everyone needed words, but he never thought that he could make people understand what he meant without using spiritual consciousness and words.

It was as if the two people were not in the same dimension at all.

There is no point in asking those questions.

It would be better to seek another useful scripture.

Tushan Jun searched around and showed an embarrassed look. He simply did not have the resources to exchange for the true scriptures. Even if Yuansheng Holy Demon gave him the true scriptures, he would not be able to understand the wordless scriptures.

After thinking about it, he rubbed the Yinhun Pill together and wanted to use it to exchange for it.

Unexpectedly, the figure waved his hand.

"This is great stuff!"

The figure waved again.

"I see."

Tushan Jun threw the ancient scripture into the Soul-Respecting Banner.

He cupped his hands and said solemnly, "Before I am able to defeat Lord Yanfu, I hope that your karma is indeed as powerful as I imagined."

The figure still did not move, and the mist transformed from the spirit stone only caused the figure that was about to dissipate to pause slightly.

It was as if he didn't care about the words of the Red-haired Ghost Saint at all. What he said was the supreme law and the promise of the Great Dao, and there would be no variables at all.

Ants cannot understand the great Dao, and he does not need to explain it to ants.

"I still have some unfinished business."

Tu Shanjun said with a bow.

The figure did not give Tu Shanjun time to explain.

Give it a gentle push.

The surrounding world collapsed.

Tu Shanjun suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked down at his hand and saw that he was holding a blood jade gourd.

The three people beside him had different expressions.

Yang Wu quickly approached and whispered, "Are you okay, sir?"

Tushan Jun raised his hand to indicate that it was okay, turned his gaze back to look at the Venerable Jifeng, and said with a cupped hand: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be in danger on this trip. I have to thank you for this mysterious experience."

Venerable Jifeng's face was solemn, with a guilty look flashing across his face, and he returned the greeting, "If it had not been related to you, I might really be dead. If anyone should thank you, it should be me.

"I have no choice but to bring the blood jade gourd back. I hope you don't blame me."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

He would not blame Master Jifeng.

Even someone of his skill cannot become a chess player, so how can he expect a dying man to control his destiny?

In the eyes of the great monk, they were all ants that could be crushed to death with one foot.

Not to mention fate.

Destiny is interwoven into a big web.

If Master Jifeng had not had a connection with Tushan Jun, Yuansheng Shengmo would not have taken action. Master Jifeng's breakthrough was due to the funding from Senior Yunyan, and this funding allowed Yuansheng Shengmo to save Senior Yunyan's life through the law of cause and effect.

These two things were clearly unrelated, but they have remained the same until now.

In general, good deeds will bring good results.

Good people are rewarded.

However, sometimes this good news is not seen by others.

Tushan Jun's immortal ghost eyes are extremely deep.

"Junior, take your leave."

"Please give my regards to that old friend."

"I will." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, then walked out of the hall with Yang Wu.

Yang Wu was completely confused and didn't understand the change in the adults' attitude. He didn't ask any questions and just stood aside with his hands down, waiting for the adults' next instructions.

Tu Shanjun walked in the air without saying a word.

"Return to Yangcheng."

Tear open the domain barrier void.

A few moments.

The two have returned to Yangcheng.

This time, Tushan Jun walked into the hall without hiding his figure.

The new city lord came hurriedly.

He saw the two people in Zhengyang Palace at a glance.

One of them had red hair and two horns.

Look calm.

The young man standing next to that man had his eyes pointed up at the corners of his eyes. He was not like an ordinary person and his imposing manner was even greater. Just looking at his scorching gaze was like the sun embedded in his eye sockets, able to burn up the world.

"The younger generation, Mo Jinran, respectfully welcomes the senior."

The new city lord bowed deeply.

"Do you know me?" Tu Shanjun was a little surprised.

The new city lord stood up slightly and said, "A letter from the ancestor arrived in Yangcheng half a minute ago, telling me to light incense and burn talisman paper on the top of the city, and respectfully call out 'Tushan Jun' three times, and then the senior will come. I didn't expect that the senior has already arrived before I did anything."

Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "Ancestor?"

"My ancestor is the Great Sage of Meteorite Flame."

"The ancestor said that the person who came here looking for the talisman was his brother."

"I think it's the senior."

The new city lord did not dare to show off and presented the letter: "This is the letter that the ancestor asked me to give to you."

Tu Shanjun took the letter and was surprised to find that it was indeed a letter with a seal. No one else could destroy it violently except his spiritual sense. So he scanned it with his spiritual sense and the words appeared.

"My dear brother Shanjun, I am glad to see you in person. I am relieved to hear that you are not dead. I can guess a little bit, and your amazing performance has further strengthened my guess."

"..."

"I know that you opened the inheritance land, most likely to use the other two to plot against Lord Yanfu."

"I'm afraid my brother has miscalculated."

"Yanfu Daojun is so powerful that you and I, brothers, cannot contend with him."

“This is something I should have solved myself.”

"I am going there to find out."

"Don't read it."

"broken."

"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken!"

Tu Shanjun clutched the letter tightly, horrified.

His return actually prompted Brother Yunyan to take action against Daojun Yanfu in advance, and the meaning of the letter was obvious.

Yunyan didn't want to implicate Tushan Jun, so he chose to tell him at this moment, meaning that Tushan Jun should not return to Donghuang, because he would not be able to find him even if he returned to Donghuang.

This move was undoubtedly to protect Tushan Jun, who had already become famous.

Otherwise, perhaps what awaits Tushan Jun is another Taoist holding the banner.

Tu Shanjun returned to Yangcheng with the intention of writing a letter to Yunyan to find a big backer for him, but now...

and many more.

If only the Holy Spirit of Yuan Sheng had not spoken empty words.

Then Brother Yunyan’s trip might not be as dangerous as imagined.

But it is limited to immortality.

Tushan Jun is safe.

Immortality is already great.

clack.

Oval purple-black nails fell on the armrests.

"How long have we been away from the Ashura Clan in the underworld?"

Yang Wu was slightly surprised, as if he had not expected Tu Shanjun to ask this question. He still carefully calculated, counted with his fingers, and then cupped his hands and said, "To answer your question, it has been five years."

The spirit boat's voyage through the domain barrier greatly shortened the time, but the two realms were far apart after all, and five years was already the fastest.

"Five years."

Tu Shanjun looked at Yang Wu and continued, "Are you missing home?"

Yang Wu's eyes kept shrinking, as if they had suddenly become needle points.

He did not answer, but bowed and said: "Yang Wu is willing to serve you, I just ask you not to drive me away."

At this moment, Luo Tianfeng, who was hiding very deeply and seemed to be dead, appeared in Yang Wu's sea of consciousness.

Luo Tianfeng's expression was solemn.

Others may not know, but he knows it very well.

The spirit that controls the Soul Banner is probably unable to escape from the control of the Soul Banner. Perhaps if they want to leave, they can only ask Tushan Jun to let them go.

Therefore, when Tushan Jun opened his mouth, he also appeared.

Persuade Yang Wu to agree.

This may be their only chance in this lifetime.

Who would have thought that this brat Yang Wu would actually refuse.

You must know that once you enter that soul flag, you will no longer have any consciousness and can only serve as a servant soul to be controlled by the person in charge.

"I can't leave!"

Yang Wu fell to his knees.

“No kneeling.”

Tushanjun was furious.

He picked up Yang Wu.

Adjust the collar and hair crown for Yang Wu.

Patted the shoulder where dust shouldn't have existed.

He whispered, "You should go."

"It's time for me to go."

"It's time for us to go our separate ways now."

"Unfortunately, I can't let your soul go."

Yang Wu widened his eyes, as if he thought there might be a chance for this situation to turn around.