Chapter 811: Chaos

Chapter 811: Chaos

The mausoleum is very spectacular, shaped like an underground palace.

No sunlight penetrates, only the luminous pearls emit a faint light.

Even though we were in Dan Peak, we didn't feel the slightest bit of heat. Instead, we were greeted by cool air, which also blew the corners of the red-haired monk's robe.

Cross the Changyong of the Chonggong Palace.

Step into the main hall.

The formation exudes a deep light, and there is a suspended coffin in the center of the formation.

Far away from the coffin, at the end of the main hall, is a seat, with a person sitting vaguely on it.

"Master, this is..."

Zhou Yufeng said with a respectful salute.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

He already knows.

After personally leading the master to arrive, Zhou Yufeng exited the hall safely. And opened the formation to isolate the inside and outside.

Then, he stood at the palace door with his hands down, waiting quietly. This actually made Tu Shanjun a little impressed. He thought Zhou Yufeng needed some advice from him before he would know what to do.

After all, such geniuses mostly focus on their own Taoism and practice, and rarely understand the difficulties of others.

Even if it flashes through my mind, I'm afraid it will be indifferent because of the pride of the nobles.

The red-haired monk who said nothing walked closer to the coffin and said softly: "I'm back."

It seemed that these words woke up the figure sitting far away, or the arrival of the monk made him instinctively get up and fly over. In a blink of an eye, the slightly illusory figure had already arrived in front of Tushanjun.

It was Zhou Xinglie.

The Yin Shen's eyes were dull and he was relying on a fourth-grade magic day and moon flower for support.

"well."

Tu Shanjun let out a long sigh, grabbed the blood jade gourd from his waist, and sat down on the stairs.

I left without saying goodbye, but I didn't expect that when I came back, we would be separated forever. I think back then, in order to balance the power disputes at that time, Zhou Xinglie was accepted as a registered disciple. Later, Zhou Xinglie cultivated to Jindan and became a disciple.

At that time, the sect was founded and everything was in ruins.

Everything is handled properly.

Except for the fact that his cultivation level dissatisfied him, other things pleased Tushanjun very much.

Xingluohai never flinched in its battles in the north and south.

Whenever there is a war, one must take the lead.

Whether as his apprentice or a disciple of Taiyi Sect.

Zhou Xinglie is very good.

Tu Shanjun also knew that his talents were not enough to support him to go further.

Zhou Xinglie's death was also expected.

However, after what happened, he still felt melancholy in his heart, as if he had done something bad to keep the disciple he had solemnly accepted as his disciple after he entered the Taiyi Sect.

If he had not left the sect, he would have been able to protect him during the battle with the Kunpeng sect.

If he could find Senior Yuyan earlier and learn about the ability of Jindan cultivators to overpower Yuanying, could Xing Lie be able to extend his life by eight hundred years. Even if there is no further progress later, eight hundred years is indeed a lot of time.

Tu Shanjun was silent.

Not a lot?

few.

Too few.

It's just day and night.

Unfortunately, these eight hundred years have not continued.

If Yin Shen still retains his sanity, Tu Shanjun will definitely dissuade Zhou Xinglie from reincarnating himself, even if the cultivation world generally believes that the reincarnated self is not himself but he is still 'alive'.

Seeing the current situation, he hesitated.

There is no peace in the underworld, and reincarnation may not be successful.

Maybe even the true spirit will be extinguished in the end.

At that time, there was no talk about living or not living.

I'm afraid I'll end up in a state of despair.

The body entering the soul banner, although it will never be reincarnated, can still be regarded as a destination.

Just like Senior Brother Taiyi said. He always wanted to find another path for his disciples.

Although Taiyi did not explicitly state this path, the underlying meaning was very obvious, which was to place the treasure on Tushanjun and hope that thousands of great powers could be attributed to one person.

This trust and responsibility is so heavy that even a middle-term venerable would not dare to take it.

…

"How long?"

"Half a month has passed."

Zhou Yufeng handed over his hand.

"Have you been waiting outside the door?"

"My son has indeed been guarding the door."

Fang Yingxue frowned and said: "You should persuade the ancestor. You are the Great True Lord."

Zhou Yufeng shook his head slightly and said: "Mother, you don't have enough knowledge, so you don't know how powerful the ancestor is. Let alone the Great True Monarch Yuan Ying, I am afraid that even the Supreme True Monarch, or even the Venerable, will not be my opponent."

Fang Yingxue was shocked: "This...can't be done."

"Back then, my ancestor was really at his peak."

"The attitude of Supreme Elder Zhonghao has said everything."

Zhou Yufeng continued: "For such a monk, the persuasion of others is useless. Besides, we are on opposite sides. We don't want our father to follow our ancestors, but our father hopes to continue to follow our ancestors."

"All choices are in the hands of the ancestors."

Of course Fang Yingxue knew this.

She is someone who has survived that era.

Perhaps the ancestor's cultivation at that time was not as strong as it is now, but the sense of oppression it brought was real.

Facing such monks, all they can do is wait.

However, if there was no chance of reincarnation and rebuilding, Fang Yingxue would not be so stubborn. She still hoped that Zhou Xinglie could come back.

…

Sitting dry for half a month.

Tushanjun stood up.

With a wave of his sleeves, his white palms opened, and a small flag with black, gold, and blood-red patterns appeared in his hand. It had a green face and a black bottom, and was edged with gold thread. It depicts hundreds of ghosts walking at night, thousands of armies, and clouds rolling and rolling. In the meantime, the rampant general is looming in the fog. With a slight sway, it turned into a soul flag about ten feet long.

The flags hang down like iron rolls.

The evil spirit seems to be crawling out of it.

Tu Shanjun clutched the soul flag: "My life has been full of ups and downs, and I can't even predict whether I will live or die. If I want to accomplish that thing, I'm afraid there will be a disaster."

Complex emotions flashed through the eyes of the red-haired monk, and in the end he decided to resist it all silently.

"You want to come with me."

"Then we, master and disciple, let's go."

Holding the Zunhun flag with both hands, he waved it gently. The cloth of the flag, which was originally like an iron roll, seemed to turn into soft silk in an instant, shrouding the head of the Yin God in front of him.

Looking at the empty tomb in front of him, Tu Shanjun held on to the coffin.

it is more than words.

This was the first time that he took the initiative to accept the ghosts of his relatives and friends.

Of course it was the same for the disciples of Taiyi Sect in the past, but after all, there was something between them, and the difference was too far. At that time, Taiyi also killed first and then reported, making everything a foregone conclusion, and then informed Tushanjun after he woke up, so this rule was retained.

Let him take the initiative, this should be the first time.

Just like back then, Taiyi once said that Yu Long should be in charge of the soul flag, but Tu Shanjun strongly opposed it.

Yu Long is also a disciple of the sect and a true disciple of Taiyi. If such a monk follows the rules, he will definitely continue to contribute to the sect after death. At that time, Tu Shanjun's opposition was hindering his disciple's future.

Yu Long's talents are very good, and now it seems that he is expected to become a sage.

Holding the Sovereign Soul Banner can easily cost the opponent's life.

Despite his hesitation, Tu Shanjun decided to listen to Senior Brother Taiyi, but later, after Venerable Taihua's cross and Wu Rong's personal thoughts, it did not lead to such a result.

At that time, he was afraid of taking responsibility and trust, but now he is no longer afraid.

There was no further hesitation.

The red-haired monk turned away from the formation and walked to the door of the main hall. The heavy door slowly opened.

The burly monk at the door looked into the hall after saluting.

With his eyesight, he could see the scene on the far seat with just one glance. There used to be a figure sitting there, but now it was empty.

Zhou Yufeng didn't know whether he should be happy or sighing, or whether he should feel resentful and doubtful.

When he withdrew his gaze and looked at the red-haired monk walking out of the hall, he opened his mouth, but he didn't ask anything.

After he learned of such a result, no matter what he said or did, he could not change it. If he was strong, he might be able to force changes and make things go according to his own wishes.

However, his strength is also insufficient.

He actually wanted to ask, if the master was doing it for his father's good, he shouldn't have taken Yin Shen away.

He still didn't ask after all.

Instead, he said: "We are all living beings and we should not live based on the last wishes of the deceased."

These words made Tushanjun stop in his tracks.

He understood what Zhou Yufeng meant.

It's just that he has long been accustomed to carrying it.

After Zhou Yufeng finished speaking, his eyes moved over, but he only saw a back figure. The figure walked forward tall and straight, and did not hesitate because of his words.

Until he walked out of the underground palace.

"I still have to go to the sect leader's appointment, so you should go back first."

It turned into a ray of light and left in his eyes.

…

Taiyi Peak, the main peak of Taiyi Sect, can still vaguely see its original appearance.

Although the layout of the main hall has been changed, some parts still retain their original location.

When Tu Shanjun's figure appeared at Taiyi Peak, Yu Long had already been waiting in front of the steps, bowed his hands and said, "I've met my uncle, so you're here."

"Um."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand and said.

After not seeing each other for so many years, this kid is becoming more and more calm.

There is also a hint of senior brother's demeanor.

"Uncle, please."

"good."

The two of them entered the hall one after another. Watching all the way, we arrived at the Ancestral Hall in the back mountain.

The jade statue of the ancestor is no longer there, replaced by the jade statue of Taiyi. Behind him are a mountain of memorial tablets, and most of the people writing the memorial tablets are deceased elders. Tu Shanjun saw many familiar names on this tablet, many of whom were young people and died early without expecting it.

With the formation opening.

Tu Shanjun frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

No matter how big the matter is, we should never use a large formation to isolate the inside and outside.

This is not like the formation in the mausoleum. This formation is connected to the sect-protecting formation, and even the venerable cannot see through it.

"Uncle Master, do you still remember Venerable Chuiyun?"

"Remember."

"He's dying."

Tu Shanjun looked at Yu Long in surprise.

"Before he dies, he will definitely sell his uncle's identity to Guxian Tower. I'm afraid it won't be long before the identity of his uncle will be known to the world."

Yu Long's face was full of solemn expression.

"Is the news accurate?"

"Absolutely."

"It's the news from Kunpeng Sect's hidden stakes!"

late.