Chapter 629 Talk
"well done."
The devil was moved to tears.
If it could really cry.
Unfortunately, the devil cannot cry or be moved.
This time it plotted against Mingyu Zhenjun, and it put in a lot of effort, otherwise Tushanjun's emotional refraction technique alone would not have been able to influence Mingyu so quickly and invisibly.
As a demon, he has not given up his ability to invade.
This is the characteristic that it relies on for survival, just like when it intervened in the sect-protecting formation.
The three-inch demon looked like a boy wearing a wide robe that didn't fit his body shape.
Of course, this was the appearance he made to show weakness. In fact, his true form was so menacing that most monks would pull out their magical weapons the moment they saw it.
Tushanjun, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, was silent for a long time before continuing to cast spells to get supplies.
There should be more than ten foundation-building pills in this furnace.
After refining this batch of elixirs, there is still another batch of elixirs. I am not complaining about the boring elixir refining, nor do I have any resentment. I just continue to complete batch after batch.
Danfeng's underground Dan Pavilion is like a continuous cloud floating in the sky. The place that should have been an open space has long been filled with jade boxes, most of which are filled with first- and second-level Yinhun Dan. The expensive third-level elixirs were also sealed and sent out.
With the current power of the Zunhun Banner, the decomposed pills can even create Qi Practitioners in batches.
Tu Shanjun did not give up collecting the Yingyue Golden Elixir. This was the hope for the improvement of the Yin God in the Soul Banner. Otherwise, the Yin God in the Soul Banner might have been completely finalized the moment it entered the banner.
The devil rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands and said: "Master Rongchen, why don't we let the young Yuanying Yinshen pry open Mingyu, and follow the same method to obtain his memories and things about the Hehuan Sect. In this way, when we deal with the Hehuan Sect , only then can you know yourself and the enemy, and take advantage of it.”
The slender tongue rolled over, and the greed in his eyes was about to flow out like poisonous water.
Tu Shanjun glanced at it lightly: "I advise you not to take advantage of him. If he is gone, I will arrest you to replace him."
"You should know what I mean."
"I understand, little one." The malice in the demon's eyes, which was kneeling on the ground and with its head lowered, almost overflowed. However, it still turned into flattery when it raised its head to compliment. However, it had already stored in its mind the vicious words it had known in this life. They all took it out to curse Tushanjun.
Having said that, the devil's words did provide Tushanjun with a good idea.
As a veteran force in Xingluo Sea, the Hehuan Sect must have a good foundation. With Mingyu Yuanying's cultivation level, he should know some secrets, and maybe even get the Hehuan Sect's defense.
Turning his palm over, a crystal ball appeared in his hand.
The black and red silk threads were untied, and the Yuanying Yin Shen who originally seemed to be frozen woke up from his deep sleep. It was not exactly what Ming Yu looked like.
Mingyu Zhenjun was shocked and angry, and shouted loudly: "How dare you kill me! I am Mingyu Zhenjun of Hehuan Sect. Our sect will never give up. It's best to let me go now..."
"I know there must be some misunderstanding. If your sect wants anything, you might as well say it."
Mingyu Zhenjun had a gloomy face and his eyes looked at the area where he was. It was obvious that he had only Yuanying and Yin Shen left, and his physical body must have been destroyed by this person. At this time, he finally felt the taste of death.
If Yuanying and Yin Shen still can't return to their clan, it means that he is really going to die.
Tu Shanjun looked at Mingyu's Yuanying Yin Shen and said calmly: "Why don't you talk about Erzong's defense, the distribution of forces in various places, as well as the hidden strength and specific allies, and the hidden piles buried by other forces, maybe waiting for your senior brother If we know the news, we will come with what we want to redeem your Nascent Soul."
Of course Mingyu was not a fool, and his expression immediately changed: "You...don't want to let me go back?"
"How dare you?"
"How dare you plot against our Hehuan Sect!" There were more than a million thoughts in Mingyu's mind, but they finally converged into one.
If Tu Shanjun was asking about something else, maybe he still had a chance to survive. Why would he ask this kind of question? This is a secret of the sect and must not be leaked.
Mingyu Zhenjun seemed to have truly calmed down at this time, with a hint of sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes.
What he mocked and laughed at was not himself as a prisoner but the Great True Lord in front of him.
It was as if he had already seen the ending of the person in front of him.
He obviously has great strength, but he still insists on doing the impossible.
He didn't even understand how the red-haired monk in front of him had such strength. You know, he did everything he could to break through the Nascent Soul, even using the path of the devil.
And someone like him, who is like a demon cultivator, would not rashly target a powerful force, not to mention that this force is only the tip of the glacier, a corner of a remote mountainous area, and does not show its terror at all. Such a force will scare away all practitioners and make them tremble as enemies.
Some people just want to die.
Tu Shanjun seemed not to see the ridicule in Ming Yu's eyes, and still said to himself: "I don't like the Hehuan Sect's business model. I don't deny that there are people in this world who will do that business, but they shouldn't be forced. If possible, If so, maybe I should talk to your sect master."
"Xingluo?"
"Master."
"Master?!" Mingyu couldn't help but laugh.
Laughing loudly.
It was really hard for him to imagine what kind of state of mind he must be in to say such 'childish' words. Even the Hehuan Sect in the Eastern Wilderness Realm is not considered the main sect, yet this person would say such ridiculous things.
"Ah."
Mingyu sneered, the mockery in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.
He has shut up because he feels that he is just talking to a cow and discussing normal things with a madman, and he will never get the result he wants. After all, the person in front of him does not look like a normal person at all. Maybe he is practicing stupidity. Or maybe he took the wrong path and became crazy.
He asked curiously: "So, in what capacity are you going?"
"Must have an identity?"
"of course."
"I have only heard of the sect's legend about the master of the main sect. He is a famous strong man in Zhongtian territory. You can't go as a late-stage Yuanying, right? True Lord Yuanying, in their eyes There is no difference between them and ants, but there are some differences, they are bigger ants." Zhenjun Mingyu said confidently.
"Yeah."
"If Yuan Ying is a bigger ant in the later stage, then I want to be the elder of an ordinary girl." Tu Shanjun looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him quietly. The fire was beating, illuminating his slightly pale face. No color of blood, no special expression.
"Too bad you're going to die."
"Xingluo Hehuan Sect is indeed a high mountain."
"Then let me see how high this mountain is." Tu Shanjun stretched out a finger, and the black and red threads turned into crystals, and the light red mist gathered into black threads, which appeared on the forehead of Zhenjun Mingyu. In front of him, like a poisonous snake with life, it pierced into the eyebrows of Yuanying Yin Shen.
"you……"
A trance came over me.
Mingyu Zhenjun's eyes widened immediately, and his face suddenly became ferocious: "Plot against me!"
Before the roar could be heard, his eyes were already blank. At this moment, he certainly knew why he took action in public. It was clearly the man in front of him.
The Nascent Soul cultivator is not building a foundation, so he cannot achieve his goal so quickly.
You have to wait at least for a while. Tu Shanjun estimates that this time will be about one or two years. It may take longer, at least it is better than a rough soul search.
With the soul strength of the Nascent Soul cultivator, no useful information would be obtained by forcibly searching the soul. However, the current method can sort out the memory and let the person involved speak out for himself.
"Sir, why don't you try to trick him?"
Tu Shanjun pointed at the alchemy furnace and said, "I spent all my energy to trick him slowly. Who will refine the elixir?"
"It can't be me."
"What are you mumbling about?"
"My master's skills are incredible, I admire you so much!"
…
"What?!"
Zhou Xinglie, who had just successfully formed the elixir, looked at Senior Brother Xu in front of him in disbelief and asked: "Why is there suddenly going to be a war? How long have I been in seclusion?"
"Just half a year."
"Oh, now is not the time to talk about time. During the Golden Elixir Ceremony that day, master and uncle invited Mingyu Zhenjun from the Hehuan Sect. Then because of a quarrel, Zhenjun Mingyu attacked my master. Later, he was killed by his uncle. Kill him, and now the whole sect is preparing for war."
"Junior brother, don't stop me. I have to send out a message to condemn the monks of the Hehuan Sect."
"If there's anything you need, just ask your uncle." Xu Zhao was busy with the first two. He finally got his wish and became the head of the sect's general affairs. However, after only a few years of being the head, the head was already in trouble. He was a big one, and as a junior, he couldn't persuade the leader, so he could only summon all the vassals and worshippers and prepare in advance.
Zhou Xinglie has not recovered from this shocking news, and it seems that even forming the elixir himself is not that happy. He murmured softly: "Dead?" "A Nascent Soul cultivator died like this?" "Mingyu Zhenjun seems to be the one the lady mentioned..."
"I have to go find Master and ask." Zhou Xinglie looked at Senior Brother Xu who was leaving in a hurry, and quickly activated his magic power to raise the clouds. The magic power of the golden elixir only fluctuated so much, so it was good that Senior Brother Xu came to see him in advance. , where there is so much time to tell, and most of the details are probably not very clear.
You have to ask your own master about these things.
Just set foot on Danfeng.
Before entering the lava cliff under the peak, I felt a heat wave coming.
After holding up the magic shield and walking to the fire veins under the Dan Peak, Zhou Xinglie saw the ancestor of 'San Cun Ding' guarding the door, and quickly cupped his hands and said: "Tai Shang Elder."
The devil showed a smile that was uglier than crying, looked Zhou Xinglie up and down and said: "Not bad, the soul smells good now... it has become stronger. Your boy is very lucky. Although your wife's physique has weakened a lot, It’s more than enough to help you form elixirs.”
"Well, it's a pity that my physique has exhausted all my potential."
"My master..."
"The master is making elixirs."
"Please ask the elders to inform you on your behalf."
"come in."
An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice came from the underground fire veins and fell on the ears of the two of them.