I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 978 Forbidden God

"What a pity."

Wen Zhaowu sighed and gave birth to a new one.

Looking towards Wanning County with nostalgia.

His eyes were filled with regret and sorrow.

The old saint shed tears, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with a hoarse and sobbing voice, and was about to kneel on the ground: "It is my incompetence."

Wen Zhaowu hurriedly supported the old man who was about to fall.

He shook his head and said, "It is only natural that such an opportunity is coveted by stronger people. It is not easy for the cultivator who I tried my best to kill to not make any more moves. How can I blame him?"

The old saint Ibis was not acting, he really felt helpless.

That opportunity was found by the young master and his elders at great cost.

Even an old saint like him followed in person and tried to snatch it, but he didn't expect that he was still no match for fate.

Without such a great opportunity, how could the young master make a name for himself in this sect full of talented people?

As an old saint who is loyal to the Wen family and has now become the protector of the young master, he is afraid that he has lost a big step in his way forward.

Thinking back to the man he had fought with, fear flashed in Old Saint Ibis's eyes.

No one would believe that a drop of devil's blood could incarnate and fight against a real saint like him.

Could it be that a Taoist master has really come to this forbidden place?

The old saint was confused and doubtful, but shook his head secretly.

There should be no real Taoist master. At most, there is a terrifying Dharma body similar to the incarnation of the devil's blood.

"let's go."

"Since there is no chance, don't linger. This young master has prepared not only this opportunity, but also other similar ones. As long as you can get one, it will be enough for you to report back."

Wen Zhaowu smiled and continued, "Don't talk about the size of the opportunity. Even if I have nothing, my talent is enough to be ranked at the top of the Daozi list."

The old sage Ibis bowed and said, "Young Master, you still see it clearly."

"Whether you know something or not, you must be strong yourself before you can forge iron."

"I'm so lucky to kick the iron plate when I go out..."

Wen Zhaowu waved his hand in dismay.

……

In front of the desk.

After three rounds of drinks, Zhao Qingyi suddenly stood up.

His face was more solemn than ever before, and was also filled with a strange color.

No words, just standing there.

a long time.

He finally spoke slowly: "What he is looking for is a bronze mask."

"It was passed down from my ancestors."

Suddenly, the color in Zhao Qingyi's eyes bloomed and enveloped Shou He, saying: "Brother Shou, you understand, right?"

Shou He nodded: "I understand."

"Because my ancestors also have items passed down."

"But it was sold in my father's time. Then he went to Beijing to take the high school entrance examination and became an official in Beijing. It seemed that he had completely forgotten about me who was still in the countryside. A few years ago, he had a premonition that he was going to die, and asked me to go to Beijing. So I came, but he still died. Before he died, he said he had found an official position for me."

"Wanning County Constable, rank seven."

"Before he left, he told me that what he missed most was me and the heirloom he had sold."

Shou He held the wine glass tightly and spoke calmly, as if he was telling someone else's story, but he kept staring at the dark face reflected in the wine bottle.

"Brother, where is your mother?"

"Remarried."

"That restaurant kicked me out because I ate too much, so I didn't go back."

"Later, I learned a lot of skills."

Zhao Qingyi suddenly no longer sympathized with Shou He, but instead gave him a thumbs up, his eyes full of admiration.

What a stubborn child he was in the past, and what a tough guy he is now. He lives silently, but is able to make a living. Now he has the help of the old immortal, and he will be on the rise from now on.

"The bronze mask was supposed to be hidden in a secret room under construction."

"I just arrived and have not yet settled down and a stranger has come to visit me."

"Come on, brother, go with me and take a look."

As he spoke, Zhao Qingyi grabbed Shou He's wrist.

Just like that, he pulled it and looked over in surprise.

The man with a dark and ordinary face was still holding the wine glass, motionless.

He said with a smile: "How can I see my brother's family heirloom?"

"Just keep it."

Zhao Qingyi was stunned, bowed and said: "Brother, you are righteous, but a man is innocent if he possesses a treasure."

"That person came looking for me today. One day, there will be someone even more powerful looking for me. If the old immortal doesn't take action, my whole family will be wiped out."

"I'm asking my brother to take a look, and I'm also asking the old immortal to take a look."

Shou He pondered and asked in his heart, "What do you think, old immortal?"

"Look."

Tushan Jun didn't hesitate either.

If they don't read it now, they would be unreasonable.

Qi and blood surge.

The bloody mist spread.

A pair of iron boots landed on the blue brick floor, and Tu Shanjun, with his hands behind his back, walked out of the Soul Banner.

"Walk."

Zhao Qingyi was overjoyed.

As he expected, the old immortal hid beside Brother Shou.

He didn't know exactly what the reason was. Perhaps it was related to the soul flag spread on the sun. However, he forced himself not to think about it, not to inquire or pry into the matter. Only in this way could he be a man of knowledge.

Passing through the long corridor in the backyard.

The three of them came to an ancestral hall.

Zhao Qingyi entered the ancestral hall and bowed again and again holding incense.

Just now, a bronze mask was taken out from the secret box of the ancestral tablet.

The mask is large enough to cover a full face.

It is simple and vicissitudes of life, as if it has transcended time and space from ancient times.

The mask was stained with blood and had ancient rust on it, as if it had been copied from the face of a god.

It's clearly just a mask, but I can feel an inexplicable sense of being watched.

Zhao Qingyi picked up the bronze mask.

A martial arts scripture is engraved flatly inside.

“This is something passed down from my ancestors.”

Zhao Qingyi handed the bronze mask to Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun took the mask and looked at the scriptures inside with a little surprise.

This turned out to be an ancient language from Middle-earth.

What is written above is not a martial arts book at all, but the "Tianjun Wangqishu". Of course, if you practice according to the spirit above, you can also strengthen your body.

The Ghost Saint in the top corner looked surprised.

Zhao Qingyi asked nervously: "Old Immortal, do you know the words on it? Does it say who my ancestors were and where they came from? Can I continue to practice this martial arts book, and what realm can I reach?" "Your ancestors... are not native to the Forbidden Land of Gods."

Tushan Jun used the powerful spiritual consciousness of the Saint King to force himself to read the scriptures and was able to use them in an instant.

The Dharma Eye suddenly lit up and burst into divine light.

The mask in his hand was attached to Tu Shanjun's face under the guidance of inspiration.

After putting on the bronze mask, Tushan Jun's temperament suddenly changed when he stood in front of the two men.

If you used to feel obscure as the abyss, like a great lord walking in the world, now you have become an immortal king sitting high in the sky, able to see through the world at a glance.

“No wonder that great Taoist asked the guardian saint to snatch it away. It turns out that this divine mask is an extraordinary ancient treasure.”

Tushan Jun's voice also changed. It sounded as if he was the god in the Ninth Heaven examining the world and overlooking all living things, as if he could move the strings between heaven and earth.

There was darkness in Tushan Jun's eyes, and he used the Tianjun Qi-gazing technique.

The surge of qi and blood stimulates spiritual consciousness.

Tu Shanjun broke through the darkness with this weak body and the descending spiritual consciousness.

There was light between heaven and earth.

Those were golden spots, which quickly gathered into long golden lines before their eyes.

call out.

The figure broke through the air.

Fly to the sky.

Looking down.

What comes into view is a vast golden ocean.

Gold and red condense beneath this land.

"The divine blood mine!"

Tu Shanjun was surprised. He didn't expect that there was a divine blood vein with no end in sight under the entire capital city.

He always felt that the divine blood gold coins in his hand were too few to grow the magical medicine peach. However, he did not expect that there was such a vast mineral vein underground in the capital city.

The golden-red ocean extends into countless branches, some become lakes and some become rivers, firmly locking the entire earth, and the rising breath covers the sky.

The entire world has become a forbidden zone for law-abiding practitioners.

Two torch-like divine lights flashed by.

In order to avoid attracting attention from those with ulterior motives, Tu Shanjun put away his magical powers.

He reached out his palm and peeled the mask off his face.

Examine the bronze face.

This mask deserves a real name.

It's called "Slay the God!"

The full name of the scripture should also be 'Tianjun Wangqi Zhanshenshu'.

Because he saw the aura flowing in the forbidden land of God.

Those are not the veins of heaven and earth, but the meridians of the gods.

  The forbidden land of God was actually formed by the fall of a god!

However, this does not seem to be formed naturally. It should be that someone has transformed it. The person who did it used great magic power to imprison the flesh and blood of the gods and created a terrifying forbidden area.

"A monk once killed a god here."

Tushanjun murmured softly and turned his eyes away.

He didn't care about these secret matters.

He only cared about whether the magical peach medicine could mature after planting the peach tree in the capital and absorbing the divine blood of the entire forbidden land.

Now Tushan Jun vaguely knew what the Holy Spirit Yuansheng Mo wanted to do.

As for the plan of the great master, he could only make a one-sided inference based on his poor and insufficient vision.

I'm afraid only Yuan Sheng Holy Demon himself knows the reason.

"Give me the divine pharmacopoeia."

"Send me to the forbidden land."

"Isn't it that I am asked to suck the blood of the entire earth dry and forge the magical medicine peaches?"

"Then, as you wish... and as I wish!"

Tushan Jun didn't know what Yuansheng Shengmo meant.

He could only infer based on the information in his hand.

Perhaps the Holy Spirit Yuan Sheng wanted him to grow the magical peaches here, but this was exactly what Tushan Jun wanted, as he needed divine blood to grow the peaches.

He flew back to the garden.

Tu Shanjun threw the mask back to Zhao Qingyi.

"Old Immortal?!" Zhao Qingyi was shocked.

"Keep it. This is an opportunity passed down from your ancestors. It is your blessing to have it passed here."

"But I can't protect..."

Tu Shanjun glanced at me and said calmly, "I am here, no one can take me away."

When these words were spoken, both of them were shocked.

"Old Immortal, what do you mean?"

"Moving." Tu Shanjun looked at Shou He.

"move place?"

"good."

"Your whole family will move in."

"No objection?"

As he said this, he looked at Zhao Qingyi.

"No, no, you're most welcome!"

Zhao Qingyi smiled like a flower.

"not enough."

"What's not enough?"

“The place isn’t big enough.”

Tu Shanjun looked towards the mountain in the west, pointed and said: "Buy that mountain and the surrounding area, seal it off, and don't allow anyone to get close. Build a villa at the foot of the mountain, and then follow..."

As he spoke, he casually drew the Five Directions Internal Wheel and the Twelve Gods and Demons Formation.

"This……"

Shou He and Zhao Qingyi looked at each other and saw embarrassment on each other's faces.

The plan is good.

but,

  No Money!

Tu Shanjun asked: "Looking for someone to invest, who has money?"

Zhao Qingyi pondered for a while, and recited the roster: "There are many first-class masters in the north, and there is no shortage of large families and mansions, as well as aristocratic families. As for the south, it is a famously wealthy place with manpower and material resources at your fingertips. If we cooperate with them..."

"No!"

"What do you think, brother?"

"We all overlooked a person who was both far away and close at hand, yet possessed tremendous power."

Zhao Qingyi suddenly asked: "Who?"

"emperor!"

Second watch later.

Maybe I stayed up too late and I’m not feeling well. I’ll make up for it later.