Chapter 228 Where is the soul?

Chapter 228 Where is the soul?

That night.

The roaring sound in the sky woke up Bei Luoshan.

Under the dim light of the moon, the clan-protecting formation shimmered slightly.

Tu Shanjun turned around and walked in. When he reached the door, the doors and windows had already been shattered by the magic power of the foundation-building monks, and the moonlight shrouded a figure lying on the ground.

Trembling.

Unstable mana fluctuations.

The lush locust trees are covered with a layer of silver gauze, and scattered light spots fall on the small courtyard with bluestone slabs.

The courtyard is no longer as tidy as it once was.

Although it still looked orderly, it was cast over by gloom.

Small weeds emerged from the gaps in the floor tiles, breaking the originally intact bluestone slabs.

It's like a seriously ill patient passing away.

Cover the face with the final white cloth.

Tushanjun looked up, the bright moonlight was filled with coldness and silence.

The steps paused slightly, and Xun Guang looked at the two people in front of the desk.

The life is gone, leaving only an empty body.

Tushanjun's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Is it 'to express my condolences' or to 'take care'?

It doesn't seem to be so timely.

…

Russia.

Noisy.

The chaotic footsteps after the roar.

The entrance of the small courtyard was crowded with monks.

The shadow flame of the torch swayed, reflecting the monk's expression.

Either surprised or at a loss...

There were so few clan elders who knew about it that most clan members had no idea what was going on.

It wasn't until he came to the small courtyard and saw the monk wrapped in black robes like a little sun that he understood the seriousness of the matter. Those with insufficient cultivation were immediately blocked from the outside and could not get close.

It's a pity that people just can't change their minds about watching the excitement.

Even if they are facing the Golden elixir monks, this is the hinterland of the Ding family in Beiluoshan. There are Jin elixir ancestors and more than ten elders of the Foundation Establishment clan, so they will not be too worried or afraid.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, but wasn't this courtyard closed two years ago and no clan members are allowed to approach it?"

"It seems that I haven't seen him since then..." The pupils of the whispering tribesmen narrowed, and they almost blurted out Father Ding's name.

The tribesmen around him quickly stopped him: "Be careful what you say!"

It turned out that the clan elder's eyes had followed the sound and he was staring at them sternly.

"The ancestor is here."

When the sound started, all the tribesmen made way for a narrow road.

The ancestor of the Ding family walked into the small courtyard and waved his magic power into a light shield to keep everyone out.

"The clan elder stays, everyone else should go back." The faint voice fell into the ears of the clan members.

The elders of all clans also began to chase people away.

After a while, only the clan elders who had established foundations were left in front of the courtyard.

Even without the moonlight, the aura of the Golden elixir monk is like a rotating and blooming spark of light.

Old Ancestor Ding walked under the big locust tree, only a few steps away from the threshold. He looked at the rickety figure crouching in front of the desk and said softly: "Child..."

bass!

The mana ripples vibrated, and a figure rushed in front of Old Ancestor Ding and grabbed him by the collar.

The moment he raised his fist, Old Ancestor Ding was knocked against the barrier of mana.

"Why?"

"You said that as long as you're here, nothing will happen to them."

"You said it!"

Ancestor Ding was unprepared, and even the mana around him had been withdrawn long ago. Due to the obstruction of the ripples, the clan elders blocking the door could not hear what they said, and could only see the sudden burst of light and the flash of light. figure.

Seeing Old Ancestor Ding being grabbed by the collar by Ding Xie, he was knocked against the magic barrier.

The elders from other clans in the courtyard exclaimed ‘ancestor’ one after another.

About to burst out with mana.

Tu Shanjun's face became colder and colder, and when he raised his eyebrows, his spiritual thoughts immediately expanded, completely locking the eleven people.

The great power of the golden elixir monk immediately stops all those who act rashly.

The ancestor of the Ding family raised his hand and motioned for all the clan elders to retreat.

His expression palpitated, and finally he sighed quietly, with deep regret.

He reached out and took off the miter on his head, and his neatly tied hair immediately fell down. The ancestor of the Ding family handed over the miter and hairpin: "I broke my promise."

This is undoubtedly a great gift.

Especially acting as an elder.

If an ordinary family encountered such a thing, they wouldn't even ask a question.

Even if there are complaints, the family's interests will always be higher than the individual's, and there will never be a scene where the ancestor personally apologizes.

Still such a great gift.

What greeted him was a pair of red eyes, bloodshot.

It doesn't matter what his face looks like, the blood and tears are muddy into a single drop.

"What I want to hear is not an apology!"

"Why, why did they die."

"When I leave..."

A trace of black energy grew and climbed onto Ding Xie's face

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with divine light, and he secretly said: "No, it's actually a demonic statue!"

If the five yin miasma and the six thieves rebel and the Yin Shen is eroded, they will lose their mind and become demons, becoming the devil of cholera in the world, and will even trigger a crusade from monks all over the world.

The ancestor of the Ding family obviously realized it.

Turning his hand, a purple light talisman fell into the hands of the ancestor of the Ding family.

He promised Ding Xie's parents with the oath of heaven that he would rescue Ding Xie if he saw him acting possessed. The purple talisman in his hand was used as one of the means to suppress the bottom of the box, which was enough to help Ding Xie calm down.

About to take action.

Only a little golden light shrouded it.

Ding Xie suddenly felt that there was an old ape with closed eyes in front of him, and all the black energy around him had evaporated.

The clenched white fingers gradually loosened.

Tu Shanjun walked to Ding Xie's side, his consciousness firmly locked on the ancestor of the Ding family.

With the state of mind of the fake elixir, it is impossible for him to fall into the devil so easily. Even if he allows distracting thoughts to breed, he will just use some means.

The scene of steaming black air just now was full of weirdness.

However, the true meaning of Demon Ape's Determining Fist is enough to destroy and suppress it.

This true meaning in itself is powerful enough, and Tushanjun has advanced to the realm of golden elixir, and he can pull back even those at the same level who are about to become possessed.

Now is not the time to delve into it.

If he wants to fight, even Ding Xie will show mercy.

He Tushanjun will not be merciful.

If you want to be an enemy, kill them all and leave no one alive.

As long as Ding Xie opens his mouth, they will all be slaughtered tonight.

Silent, but the strongest support.

Ding Xie let go of his hand and was in a daze for a moment. He closed his eyes but saw it vividly.

…

Mother put down the spiritual booklet.

Then came the.

"Sambo, kneel down!"

After the shouts fell, Ding Xie turned over and knelt in front of his parents.

When he fell to the ground, the dust on the ground stuck to his face, mixed with tears and turned into mud, smearing his originally handsome face.

"After your father and I die, don't cause trouble to the family members."

"Sambo, can you agree to your parents' last wish?"

He knew that his parents were waiting for a word from him.

Tears welled up, sobs choked in his throat, and even his body trembled.

The monk, who was at the peak of his foundation building and in a false state of mind, could not give an answer.

The night is silent.

The lifeless parents sat in front of the desk, waiting for Ding Xie's answer.

Ding's father and Ding's mother knew that Sanbao had his own ideas.

But because of this, once the Three Treasures are no longer restrained, more intense conflicts will only break out.

There were clues last time. Now that the three treasures are at the peak of foundation building, and there are golden elixir monks beside them, in the end, both the family and the family will suffer losses.

This was a situation neither of them wanted to see.

"Do you have to ask your parents to beg you?"

"Well……"

Ding Xie clenched his teeth suddenly, cracks appeared on several of his teeth, and blood flowed from the cracks along the corners of his mouth, staining his gums and mouth.

The fishy and sweet taste is full, but it only feels bitter.

He kowtowed to the ground and fell heavily.

"My child, promise!"

…

Tushanjun, who had already noticed that something was wrong, did not use his spiritual sense to pry.

He also has no intention of delving into other people's private affairs.

The five senses and six consciousnesses were suppressed to the lowest level, so he didn't know what Ding Xie said to his family or what happened after he entered the family.

Time was so tight that the Ding family members gathered as soon as the roar started, without giving him a chance to react.

On the contrary, the ancestor of the Ding family actually bowed his head and apologized, and even turned over his hand to offer the purple talisman.

This was something Tushanjun didn't expect.

No matter what the other party meant, Tu Shanjun did not let down his guard, nor did he look down upon him just because he was at the top of the same level.

…

Ding Xie came back to his senses and let go of his clenched white hands.

The noisy veins disappeared, leaving only a face as cold as frost. The biting coldness in his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only the unwavering indifference of the ancient well.

silence.

Under the faint moonlight, Ding Xie turned and walked towards the door, stopping in front of the threshold.

His lips trembled and his eyes throbbed.

He spat out the words as if he was holding back something:

"Give me the souls of their two elders."

"I don't know what secrets the family has, and I don't care about these things at all."

"From now on, you take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge."

Tu Shanjun frowned and glanced with his consciousness. There were no souls of Ding Xie's parents left in the room. No wonder Ding Xie would ask about the souls at this time.

Tushanjun didn't pay attention at first because he didn't want to get involved in prying eyes.

Looking back now, this matter is obviously weird.

Ding Xie was able to endure Long Hu's pain and calm down, not only because of the true meaning of the Dingyi Fist, but also because his parents' souls were held in the hands of others.

When the words came to his ears, Tushanjun's eyes became sharper, and he opened his ghost hand to form the heavenly seal to condense the legal domain.

No matter what the reason is, a fierce battle is inevitable. It just so happens that all the top combat forces of the Ding family are gathered here, saving him any more effort.

Seeing that the golden elixir ghost cultivator in black robe was about to form the seal of the realm, the ancestor of the Ding family suddenly turned serious: "I did not hold back their souls."

"Earlier, I tried my best to stop it because I thought it could be saved again. How could it be like this?"

"family……"

When Ding Chuanli stepped forward, he faced Tu Shanjun who was in the golden elixir realm.

He remembered Tu Shanjun. The two of them were at the peak of foundation building three years ago. At that time, the black-robed ghost's cultivation level was still fluctuating. Unexpectedly, when he met today, the other party's cultivation level was stable and strong, and he clearly had the capital to hit the middle stage of Jindan. .

Not to mention that Ben had reached an agreement with Ding Xie's parents.

Even if there is a misunderstanding now and the two golden elixirs take action, Bei Luoshan may be destroyed.

The losses at that time were incalculable.

"enough!"

"Where is the soul?!"

"Where's the soul!!" The words came out almost in a roar.

Tu Shanjun looked directly at the ancestor of the Ding family and slowly said: "Fellow Taoist, return the souls of my brothers and parents."

The ancestor of the Ding family shook his head and said: "There is nothing I can do about it when it comes to the secrets of the family's foundation."

"If fellow Taoist can be better than me, I won't continue to block him."

Tu Shanjun did not respond, but looked at Ding Xie.

There are only two kinds of questions hidden in the eyes: "Do you want to die or live?"

The recent updates have been quite slow, and that’s also because Lingshan is quite confused. Sometimes I fall into self-doubt, and then I have a lot of reflections.

Being too eager to make progress is not a good thing. The writing style will be vain, and even people will lose the original intention of writing in the first place.

Writing a book is not just about making money, it’s about writing something good that you like.

It's not shabby to make a living out of hobbies, I just don't want to turn it into an exaggerated thing.

You can’t push forward because of praise, and you can’t doubt yourself because of doubts.

Therefore, it is better to take the initiative to reduce the heat.

I understand that false fame and fortune will only become pressure.

Being burdened by fame and fortune that does not belong to you is a very tiring thing.

What the author relies on is his work.

A good work is the foundation. Otherwise, if you praise it too high, you will fall miserably.

It seems a bit off topic. talk to you later.