Chapter 813 A big gamble

Chapter 813 A big gamble

The place where the giant ships of Guxian Tower are parked and transited has gathered into a small market.

This place belongs to the Starlight Sect.

There is Yuanying Patriarch sitting in the gate.

Fangshi.

A red-haired monk looked at the monk who was shouting and hawking, and asked: "Little brother, I heard that Kunpeng Sect is not far from here."

"Kunpeng Sect?"

The young man looked at the tall figure in black robes and pale face in surprise. He could not see the other person's cultivation for a while, and he had not used his Dharma Eye to observe the spiritual light. However, since he was asking for directions, he pointed casually and said: "Just South of the Starlight Gate, on the seaside, is where the Kunpeng Sect is located."

"Thank you."

The red-haired monk held his hand.

It was Tushanjun who entered Fangshi, and he had already mastered the information about Kunpeng Sect.

Yu Long had arranged everything well, all he needed to do was go find Chuiyun. However, Tu Shanjun still kept an eye on it, and did not rush over blankly. Instead, he inquired about the Kunpeng Sect along the way.

Putting these fragmented pieces of information together, one can roughly tell the true and false status of the Kunpeng Sect.

The closer you get, the more information you get. Compared with the welcome received by the Luhuang Sect, the Kunpeng Sect faced hostility from its neighbors. Many monks did not like the Kunpeng Sect.

It's not that the Kunpeng Sect did anything sinister, but because dragons crossing the river from outside would be targeted by the locals.

Even if their overall strength is not as strong as that of Kunpeng Zong, it does not prevent them from uniting to deal with Kunpeng Zong, an aging 'behemoth'.

For any local sect, the current Kunpeng Sect is a piece of fat.

It's just that this piece of meat is still being held by a tiger, which makes the wolves dare not move rashly.

offshore.

The monk pressed the cloud head.

Stop outside the formation.

Take off a token from your waist. Tu Shanjun looked at this token carefully. It had no name or surname. On its back was a picture of a Kun Peng flying in the sky, and the sea reflected on the ground. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was flying in the sky or submerged in the abyss. After he poured his magic power into it, the large formation in front of him had already There were ripples.

Tu Shanjun was not curious about how Yu Long obtained this token.

He just hesitated.

Lord Chuiyun is wily and knows how to lie dormant. If the other party had known about this for a long time, it might have turned into a trap against him.

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly and couldn't help but hesitate.

If the devil is in hand, he can let the devil stay outside while he enters to explore the reality.

Unfortunately, when he crossed the barrier, his body was too damaged, so that the main soul returned to the Soul Banner, causing the mana to be unsustainable and allowing the thing to escape.

Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun waved the soul flag.

Call out the Yin spirit within the banner.

"Go ahead."

Yin Shen easily stepped into it carrying the token.

After squatting for dozens of days and nights, sleeping in the open air for a long time, the underworld had penetrated the Kunpeng Sect's new mountain gate into a sieve. Only then did Tu Shanjun finally feel relieved to take the token and step into the Kunpeng Sect's mountain gate.

Shanmen was not a start-up, but took away other people's inheritance and settled down just like that.

After Tu Shanjun entered the formation, he went straight to Chuiyun's residence.

…

Silent abyss.

Earth lair.

The water vapor rises to the blue sky, and the moisture becomes gloomy.

Soft light flickered, lighting up the place like swarms of fireflies.

On the far-reaching high platform, in the center of the lotus platform, a monk in robes slowly opened his eyes, and two rays of divine light burst out into pillars of light, lighting up the approaching footsteps.

The footsteps were not masked.

Just as the monk who came over did not hide his appearance.

Red hair and black robe.

Pale with a little cyan.

The purple-black nails look rough, like the claws of beasts and demons, but they are very neatly trimmed and have a regular oval shape.

As the hem of the black cloud prison robe swayed, the man gradually came closer, revealing a pair of black and red eyes, staring at the monk wearing the Tianjin Kunpeng robe who was sitting high on the lotus platform.

The face of the monk in cassock became even paler, his face was like gold paper, bloodless.

Even the aura around his body was extremely weak, and even his strong cultivation could not suppress such hurt.

"You came."

There was no surprise in Venerable Chuiyun's eyes.

He seemed to expect that the red-haired monk would come back.

"You're not surprised." Tu Shanjun's eyes darkened.

If Lord Chuiyun showed surprise, he was not so solemn. It was now this attitude that made him suspicious. But he has already explored clearly inside and out, and there are no other formations or powerful reinforcements ambushing them.

Not to mention the seriously injured Lord Chuiyun, even if he was in a state of complete victory without being injured, Tushanjun was not afraid at all.

Venerable Chuiyun said: "I know you will come back sooner or later."

There was no resentment, regret, regret, or even the slightest strange look on his face, only calmness and calmness.

Tushanjun remained silent.

He will definitely come back.

That was the moment he was closest to death.

That cannot be called death, it should be called disappearance.

At that time, he was focused on escaping and forgot about the panic about death in his heart. Looking back now, he still has lingering fear. Unlike the death of the main soul, the damage to the soul flag was what he was most worried about.

Therefore, there is no doubt that he will come back and kill Lord Chuiyun.

Chuiyun also saw this, so he was sure that Tushanjun would come back.

Then his eyes searched and looked around.

It seems to be looking for the person holding the flag.

"Can you move freely without relying on the monks?"

When these words came, Tu Shanjun saw the surprised look in Chuiyun's eyes, which was an indescribable surprise.

Even horrified.

Because once an artifact has the ability to control itself, it cannot be called an artifact, but a living being. Like other people, it should be called a monk.

Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "No."

He would rather have such an ability.

If only he could be like the monk.

Venerable Chuiyun said: "It seems that I still have a chance."

The red-haired monk narrowed his eyes slightly.

If the atmosphere just now was relatively relaxed, then when Chuiyun said this, Tushanjun's light red mist surrounded his side, which was the murderous intention that had condensed into substance.

Although it is very light, it is very pure.

"I will not allow someone with a higher cultivation level than me to control my life and death."

"Fellow Taoist, are you so confident?"

Chuiyun looked at Tushanjun.

Tushanjun didn't respond at all.

He didn't need to say anything.

Chuiyun didn't seem to get the answer he wanted, and just said to himself: "After so many years, my great cause disappeared in an instant, and the two sects also fell apart after the reunification."

As he spoke, he opened his robe and exposed his chest.

There was a sword mark there, and blood could still be seen growing there.

At this time, fear flashed in his eyes: "That person is really powerful."

Then, the fear in his eyes turned into a long and deep gaze: "I'm going to die."

"Before I die, if I can see the artifact treasure again, this life will not be in vain." Naturally, it is not just a meeting, what Chuiyun wants to do is to firmly control the artifact treasure in his own hands.

If it was an ordinary spiritual treasure, such as a Taoist weapon, but it only had the sanity of a three- or two-year-old child, he wouldn't care so much.

But this device is different.

Not only does it possess the sanity of an adult, but the artifact itself can also improve its own grade without forging it. Obtaining this treasure is not only a simple help, but also a path to immortality in the future.

At least, the treasure can accompany his own growth and save countless hard work.

All of this was disrupted by Taihua.

If it weren't for Taihua, he would now be in control of the Zunhun Banner.

If the main soul is disobedient, then kill it. If it cannot be killed, then ban it.

There will always be a chance to surrender later.

"I'll give you one last chance."

"You and I join hands to find the path to immortality."

Chuiyun stared at the red-haired monk standing on the bank of the pool.

Tu Shanjun said indifferently: "I am here and have nothing else to talk about."

"Middle stage of divine transformation?"

"I haven't seen you for more than two hundred years, and you've become stronger again."

The heat in Chuiyun's eyes bloomed again, along with regret.

He regretted not taking action to leave True Lord Taiyi in the Ghost Sea. Even if some people would die, he should still take action. But at that time he had concerns because he had everything.

Now he has no worries.

He had nothing to lose.

However, there may only be one chance.

"But today, it is still unclear whether you will be destroyed or I will be destroyed."

Chui Yunzhang took orally a golden-red elixir that was as big as an egg. On the elixir was an illusory figure sitting cross-legged.

"Holy product?!"

"Good insight."

"This is called the Hundred Saints Return to Heaven Pill. Even a saint can recover from his injuries within a quarter of an hour after taking this pill."

Chuiyun's complexion quickly turned rosy, and his sluggish aura quickly expanded, just like the thick river water quickly accumulating, and there was no such floating feeling as before.

Venerable Chuiyun said: "After I was hit by that sword, I sold all my family property and violated the laws of my ancestors. Even before my death, I had sold it to the Ancient Immortal Tower and signed a contract with the secrets. It’s definitely not lower than the price of this elixir, so you can get such a holy elixir that will save you.”

"So many years."

"I always send people to urge Yu Long to let him know the urgency of the news."

"It finally paid off."

Venerable Chuiyun stood up slowly: "You finally came back before I died."

Tu Shanjun looked solemn.

I didn't expect this person to be so ruthless, even if he got the pill, he would never take it.

Just waiting for him to come.

You know, once Chuiyun takes the elixir, he can start anew, escape with Kunpeng Zong, and then slowly manage it, waiting to grow stronger and improve his own cultivation.

However, Tu Shanjun still caught a message from it.

"The secret of an elixir that is no less than a holy product?"

Tushanjun chewed on these words.

Then he looked at Lord Chuiyun gloomily.

This man is so courageous.

Even if he wins in the end, controls the Soul Banner, and bans his main soul, when the Ancient Immortal Tower learns the secret, there will still be monks from the Ancient Immortal Tower looking for it.

Is he so confident that he can stop it?

"I was at the end of my rope, so I had to squeeze in everything I had and what I didn't have."

Venerable Chuiyun sighed.

"I won't show off the formation in front of you, the great master of formation."

Buzz!

With the power of the holy elixir and the century-old enlightenment that came from being seriously injured and on the verge of death, Chuiyun not only restored his own strength but also went one step further.

Chuiyun waved his sleeves and Kunyunding appeared at his feet.

Then he pulled out a long-handled Tianpeng sword from the cauldron and pointed it diagonally at Tushanjun on the other side.

"Fellow."

"It's time to finish!"

Tu Shanjun was unafraid, the Soul Reverend Banner appeared in his hand, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, it's time to end this grudge!"

While speaking, an illusory figure appeared behind Tushanjun.

The shadow in the late stage of divine transformation raised its head slightly.