Chapter 339 Young Master
The magic weapon wrapped in a banner appeared in front of Xiao Jinghong.
With the influx of mana, the Cunxu Soul Flag was able to catch the wind and appeared in front of the two people in a height of ten feet.
The expanded green and black flags are covered with reliefs of nocturnal evil spirits.
The red clouds turned into silk and were divided into three and two layers. Thousands of Yin gods walked on the clouds, baring their teeth and claws. He does not have the majesty and solemnity of the heavenly soldiers and generals, but looks like the rampant soldiers and ghost generals of Lord Yama of the underworld.
The sharp teeth of a skeleton demon at the top corner hold the main flag.
The red light in his eyes turned slightly, giving people a strange evil meaning.
Tushanjun has completely transformed into his true form.
The ghost's hand tightly grasped the Zhang Xu Soul Flag, and the purple-black oval nails were embedded in it.
That is to say, the two fangs folded in the mouth are not released, and the rest are just like they used to fight with others.
Tushan Jinghong opened his mouth wide and touched his head.
His eyes were full of admiration, and then he imitated the roar of an evil spirit. In fact, such a lovely girl is not as vicious as a ghost.
He looked at the green-faced ghost mask in his hand.
I thought it was very handsome at first, but now it feels shabby no matter what.
Tu Shanjun pointed his finger to release part of the suppression: "This is the magic weapon you are looking for."
Jinghong's pupils, which were covered by appearances, suddenly revealed their true nature. Two large and small rings of double pupils were distributed in the eye sockets, and the divine light shone on the soul flag in front of him.
At the same time, Tu Shanjun found that the seal of Daheishanhe County in his sea of consciousness was also a little fluttering.
"The Ghost King of Daheishan said that he used Ten Thousand Infants' Spiritual Energy, but in fact he didn't use that much. Furthermore, Jinghong's own talent is quite good, and his destiny is similar to that of Juefa Xianghao. That's why he became like this the day after tomorrow."
"Juefaxianghao uses incense to achieve Taoism. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an acquired god. Jinghong will definitely have something to do with Shinto."
Tu Shanjun gently stroked the seal of knowledge, and his disturbing thoughts were suppressed.
The laws of this world have their ups and downs.
Even if there is a causal relationship with the declining Taoism, there is not much hindrance. This world's fate is not something that a monk in the late Jindan stage can explain clearly.
Xiao Jinghong stared at the Zunhun Banner in front of him and asked, "Father's magic weapon?"
Tu Shanjun smiled and did not answer yes or no.
Did he tell the child that he was a magic weapon?
"My son, I have seen this magic weapon, so your curiosity should be dispelled."
It's better to see it in advance. When you practice and have magic power later, you will inevitably want to try it yourself when you see it. Tushanjun can refuse, but he can't stop the influx of mana, so this can be regarded as a solution to future worries.
"Dad, when can I practice?"
"After the age of ten."
"Will you teach me yourself?"
"My father will find you a disciple."
"Why don't you teach me yourself?"
"Because I'm not good at teaching people. If you think about it, if the teacher in the school explains it to you and your father explains it to you, the teacher in the school must be better at teaching students."
Speaking of this, Tu Shanjun stopped suddenly and said sternly: "Did you skip class today?"
Tu Shan Jinghong was about to laugh, but then he quickly held it back, pursed his lips and explained, "It's a day off today."
"Why the holiday?"
"Sir fell into the ink tank."
Seeing Tu Shanjun's increasingly solemn look and the betrayal that was about to blurt out, Tu Shan Jinghong quickly defended: "Dad, believe me, I really didn't do it this time, it was definitely an accident."
"What benefits did you promise your Aunt Long to let you come over?"
Tushan Jinghong looked like a little fox, showing a sly smile: "Hey!"
"Every girl smiles so obscenely, how unbecoming is it?"
"Dad, I think you should find a wife."
"Go and have a rest."
Tu Shanjun used a gentle magic power to throw Xiao Jinghong out of the temple and gently placed it at the door. Miss Long'er just happened to catch him. Miss Long'er seemed to be used to such things.
"Did you make your father angry again?"
"Hey, Aunt Long, it's not like you don't know that my father is the most duplicitous."
"I made an appointment with my friends for a river cruise."
After saying that, he ran out of the Ghost King Palace in a hurry.
When the demon soldiers and ghost generals in front of the palace saw Jinghong, they all saluted and called him, "Young Master."
Along the way, monks will be watching over everyone, so there won't be any accidents.
When they arrived at the palace gate, the ten-foot-long tiger lying on the ground walked up to Tushan Jinghong's side, lowered himself, and waited for the little Jinghong to climb onto his back before he stood up and said, "Young Master, sit down. .”
Using mana to form a shield of Gang Qi, the tiger demon who had perfected his Qi practice jumped onto the steps of the mountain road.
After several leaps, he has disappeared.
Until we came to the gate of the mountain city.
The roaring beasts bowed under the pressure of the Qi Practicing Dzogchen Tiger Demon.
Standing aside were either the children of some monks or the seeds of monasticism selected from the territory of Daheishan.
"Sister, are you done with your business?"
"It's just over."
"Let's go."
Regardless of whether they are children in the school, or children who are under age or younger, they all follow Tushan Jinghong's lead. He mounted the bowed beast and ran toward the Black Mountain Reservoir.
Most of these are uncivilized people in the mountains and forests, and they all have some instinctive wisdom.
They are all under the control of the Daheishan monks.
The roads in the territory are not close, and these children cannot go that far with just their feet. Moreover, the peaks are not close together, and the mountain city and the main peak are also far apart. Tushan Jinghong has not practiced yet, so he can only rely on other foot strength.
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"General, it's bad, the young master is here again."
"ah?"
The big turtle on the river under the reservoir got up violently.
Urging the shrimp soldiers and crab generals: "Quickly, give me the general's wisdom to calm down the aura. Don't disturb the crabs and fish and shrimps in the reservoir. If you let the young master fail again, I will take care of you."
"No, this doesn't work either."
"Everyone takes action and drives those ordinary parallel imports to the upper level."
"Here."
"One more thing, all the monks, water ghosts, goblins, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, take good care of the children. If the general sees one of you slip and fall into the water, I will twist off your heads and kick them like a cuju."
After a lot of turmoil, the boiling reservoir returned to calm.
Da Ao floated to the surface of the water, looked at the flat lake with hundreds of miles of blue waves in front of him, and then sent his men out.
There is no life here, but the mountains and pastures are very quiet.
The demon cultivator guarding the mountain was drinking tea, waving the cattail leaf fan and listening to the report of the deputy general next to him: "Hahaha, if you have nothing to do, it's time for the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in Dayao to start practicing."
The people who heard the news were not only the mountain and forest pastures, but also the farming sites, elixir cultivation fields, Lingmai Cliff in the back mountain, and military battlefields...
As long as the young master doesn't mess with them at his whim, that's fine.
This is just a joke. In fact, Tushan Jinghong knows what's appropriate.
Furthermore, how could the play of children without magic power really affect these monks? It was just that they were willing to play with the young master.
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"Your Majesty." Nie Quanjiu cupped his hands and sat down.
"Pay attention to Juting Lake, I plan to take it over."
Nie Quanjiu pondered and said: "Your Majesty, the Juting Dragon King is quite strong. There is a Xiyue Wolf King in the middle. Unless they are extended from the Big Head Ghost King's original territory, he will be noticed if he sends troops like this."
"The Heavenly Ghost King deep in the Netherworld will never sit back and watch our expansion."
"Swallowing the territory of the Big-Headed Ghost King will make the surrounding blockade even tighter."
Nie Quanjiu was also troubled by this matter.
The strength of Daheishan is growing day by day, but the demon kings and ghost kings around them are more wary of them. If they want to expand, they will be jointly resisted by those companies. Even if Daheishan is strong, it cannot start a war with those companies at the same time. .
Especially when there is a Heavenly Ghost King behind the opponent.
Every time Nie Quanjiu asked Tu Shanjun, the response he got was to wait and see.
But he could feel that the king did not like those families at all, and if they really fought, they would be destroyed easily.
What the king is most afraid of is the King of Heavenly Ghosts deep in the Netherworld.
That was the real pinnacle of the Golden Elixir.
"The Dragon King Juting is dead."
It's really not surprising that it will never stop.
After Tu Shanjun finished speaking, Nie Quanjiu's pupils narrowed sharply, and he swallowed all his words: "Then we can send troops from the original Big-headed Ghost King's territory to capture Juting Lake."
"However, Your Majesty, after all, this matter is of great importance, and it still needs to be discussed in court."
"There will be a meeting at court in half a month."
There has been no court meeting in the past seven years, so it is time to hold one on this matter.
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Deep in the netherworld.
Palace of Heavenly Ghost King.
A figure wrapped in black robes stepped into the hall.
The man in black robe slightly cupped his hands and said, "I, the faceless ghost, have met the Heavenly Ghost King."
With that said, the Faceless Ghost took off his hood, revealing an ordinary face that would not be noticed even if he was thrown into a crowd.
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who you are, what's important is that we can help the king solve his serious problems."
The Heavenly Ghost King was actually interested.
But this was just for the sake of the other person's Jindan cultivation. If it weren't for the fact that this person was a Jindan cultivator, he wouldn't have listened to any nonsense said by the other party.
"oh?"
"What is the gravest concern of this king?"
The Heavenly Ghost King tilted his chin, opened his lowered eyes, and the golden elixir monk's divine light flickered.
The faceless ghost did not speak, but looked at the monks serving beside the Heavenly Ghost King.
There are demons and monsters among them, and there are also people who practice cultivation.
The Heavenly Ghost King understood what the other party meant and waved his hand: "You guys go down."
As the people around him retreated, the Heavenly Ghost King showed his fangs: "If you can't explain why, I will skin you alive."
"Daheishan, the true king."
"Tushanjun."
"I wonder if what I'm saying is right?" Looking at the contemplative gaze of the Heavenly Ghost King, the Faceless Ghost grinned, his voice full of indifference and confidence.
The Heavenly Ghost King looked calm: "I have no enmity or enmity with him, so he is not a serious thorn in his side."
"Tu Shanjun's life is unknown, and he is suspected to be a monk from outside the territory, but..."
"Don't try to keep it secret, tell me quickly."
"I've seen him."
"Moreover, I saw him with foundation-building cultivation."
"Do you know when that was?"
"when?!"
"I can't remember exactly, it was about seventeen years ago."
The Heavenly Ghost King suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Impossible! Are you making fun of me?"
"Today, his cultivation is in the late stage of the Golden Core, and he even has the secret method to advance to the peak of the Golden Core. If you tell me that seventeen years ago, he was in the Foundation Establishment stage, no one will believe it."
"I am not a fool!"
The peak cultivation level of the Heavenly Ghost King's Golden Core was revealed, with a ferocious light in his eyes.
As long as the Faceless Ghost says a word that makes him dissatisfied or suspicious, he will take action to capture the Faceless Ghost.
Then, let the faceless ghost live but not die.
This is the result of the Faceless Ghost playing tricks on him.
This month, I’ve guaranteed a minimum of 90,000 words.
Make up for yesterday’s update today and update as usual tomorrow.
Next month I will try to pass 100,000 words.