Chapter 877 Backhand
Thirty years later.
The young man in seclusion slowly opened his eyes.
The dark gold vertical pupils are like the bright moon at the end, or like a deep canyon.
Under the light of golden light, it looks so majestic.
As the monk stood up, his long dark golden hair was casually spread around his shoulders, unrestrained and unrestrained.
"What's up?"
The young man tilted his head slightly.
"Lord."
The monk standing at the door of the quiet room raised his hands and said, "Madam said that Miss Linglong is about to start the thunder tribulation of transforming into a god. Please come and watch the ceremony."
"knew."
Meng Zhi nodded.
I can't hear the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the words.
After walking out of the gate and stepping into the fire veins of the underground palace, the figure in my impression was still standing there, as it had been for decades.
Meng Zhi said respectfully: "Master, Junior Sister Linglong is about to break through the barrier, and will soon face the God-Transformation Thunder Tribulation. I am inviting Master to watch the ceremony."
Tu Shanjun, who forged blood steel, smiled and said, "Thirty years have passed, and Linglong should have reached this stage."
He turned back to look at Meng Zhi, nodded and praised: "Yes, your practice has not fallen behind. Just thirty years has allowed you to enter the middle stage."
"You should have realized the virtual sky and different earth a long time ago, right?"
"Return to Master, my disciple has enlightened." Meng Zhi bowed his hands in salute.
Then he said: "This is also because the conflict between the Yu family factions did not affect the relationship between our master and apprentice. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to reach the middle stage of divine transformation in just thirty years."
Ever since the supply of Yinhun Dan was finalized with Yu Haofeng thirty years ago, the tense whirlpool seemed to slowly dissipate around Meng Zhi.
He was like an outsider, no matter what complicated things happened, they seemed to have eyes and left around him.
With Mengzhi's intelligence, he quickly thought of the function of the soul-honoring flag.
Now he is like an alchemy master with endless pills. No one in the Yu family dares to touch him.
Even though he had killed several venerables in the realm of gods, which made Yu Laoqi angry and wanted to kill him in Tuoyue Canyon, but now that they met, apart from his cold expression, he didn't show any action.
After the number of Zunhun Banner Yinshen increased, he found that the top-quality Taoist weapons in his hands became more and more powerful.
It was a kind of horror as dark as smoke.
If Tu Shanjun was not in charge, he alone, a monk in the middle stage of divine transformation, would not be able to fully command the entire soul flag.
Based on such concerns, Meng Zhi also asked for detailed information about the artifact.
…
Mengzhi couldn't help but think of the situation that day.
"I saw that Master's true form was sitting in the Tiger Tomb, and it did not have much impact on the control of the Soul Flag."
Tu Shanjun said: "What do you think the weapon spirit and treasure in the weapon spirit treasure mean?"
Meng Zhi replied: "The spirit of the weapon and the treasure are just like the soul and the body."
Unexpectedly, Tu Shanjun shook his head and said: "The weapon spirit body is a dharma body that is finally born after the spiritual consciousness gradually awakens and condenses after the weapon reaches a certain level."
"In the final analysis, all weapon spirit bodies are essentially just a manifestation of the object. I am the soul flag, and the soul flag is me."
No idiot would be stupid enough to want to seize the spirit of the body.
Unless that person clearly knows all the origins of Tu Shanjun.
An inexplicable look flashed in Tushanjun's eyes.
In the past, he only vaguely knew that he had a connection with the Soul Flag, but later it became clearer and clearer as his cultivation level gradually increased.
The soul and the flag are one. The crippled audio and video editor had already told him.
After getting the answer, Meng Zhi felt relieved, and then he asked another question.
That is, whether someone can bypass him and directly use the Soul Flag. Of course, this is with the permission of Master Tushanjun. Is there any monk who can do this?
Tu Shanjun clearly told him that he couldn't.
The soul-honoring flag is magical, and only the flag owner can use it.
No matter how powerful other people are in their cultivation and how powerful their magic power is, they still cannot use the Honored Soul Banner.
Unless the current banner owner dies.
As long as the next person in charge of the Soul Banner has sufficient mana, he can exert all the magical powers of the Soul Banner like the original banner owner.
"Such a powerful magical power must have its own drawbacks."
"That's right."
"The moment you pick up the soul-honoring flag, you will not be able to escape except becoming an immortal or even dying. The Yin and Yang gods will be included in the flag and become slave souls."
Tu Shanjun remembered that he had said something about the soul flag when he was in Huzhong, but the situation was urgent at that time and what he said was not that clear. Meng Zhi did not ask again.
When he wanted to ask himself, it was precisely because of the Yinhun Pill that he felt a sense of crisis.
…
"Let's go."
Hearing a familiar voice, Mengzhi came back to his senses.
He said with a smile: "Junior Sister Linglong's talents are really terrifying. In just thirty years, she has reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage and is about to hit the thunder catastrophe of becoming a god. With the foundation of the Yu family and her own Taoism, this thunder catastrophe is probably No threat at all.”
Tu Shanjun was noncommittal.
Yulinglong people are a bit stupider, but fortunately this is only a relative term.
With his Taoist body and Yu family's background, coupled with the long-term use of Yinhun Pill, and the God Transformation Pill refined by him as a great master, the probability of successfully overcoming the tribulation is probably 80-90%.
The rest is entirely up to God.
Get out of the underground palace fire veins.
The dark gold chariot is like a large chariot lying across the door.
"I met the master."
Yu Lingshu quickly saluted.
"No need to be polite."
Tu Shanjun waved his hand slightly.
"Master, please."
The carriage is pulled by a dragon, and the chariot is made of gold made of phoenix blood. The level of luxury is evident.
Tu Shanjun boarded the chariot, and the space inside was like a palace. Looking at the spirit wine on the table, Tu Shanjun realized that he had not drank for many years, and he seemed to have gradually given up.
Unlike ordinary elders, Tushanjun was extremely silent.
Nor does it induce birth.
Not even asking about the progress of practice, they just quietly opened the book. The only rustling sound that could be heard in the carriage was the rustling of books. Meng Zhi and Yu Lingshu seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and neither of them said anything to disturb them.
Lowering his voice, he talked about the trivial matters at home.
While the couple was talking, the carriage arrived at Tianyue Mountain.
"Father-in-law."
"..."
After the carriage arrived, Meng Zhi took Yu Lingshu to pay homage.
Yu Haofeng laughed, patted Meng Zhi on the shoulder and said: "Good boy, we haven't seen you in such a short time, you entered the country quickly."
He turned back to look at Yu Lingshu's flat belly and said unhappily: "Why are you still the same? I am so idle and need a grandson."
It seemed that he was talking about Yu Lingshu, but in fact he was talking about Meng Zhi.
Mengzhi laughed and fooled him.
He really didn't want to have children.
When a monk gives birth to a child, he needs to retaliate with anger. The more advanced the monk is, the more advanced he is, the more he performs this trick, the more likely it will damage his own foundation. He wants to wait until he reaches the level of saint.
"Uncle Seven."
Mengzhi bowed his hands.
The silver-haired Yu Haoming, who had his hands behind his back, snorted nasally in response.
After seeing all the relatives, Meng Zhi, who was asking for trouble, took Yu Lingshu back to the chariot. Yu Laoqi, who was about to speak, was grabbed by Yu Haofeng's arm. He only saw Yu Haofeng smiling and saying: "Seventh brother, my ancestor has told me not to cause trouble for him."
"Not anyone in the family!"
"Not even outsiders."
Yu Haoming is arrogant, but he still has to follow his ancestor's decree.
He could only swallow the words that came to his lips.
Yu Haoming looked at the friendly second brother with a smile on his face, and sneered disdainfully.
Then he looked at the figure gathered by the thunder clouds, and then withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Second brother is really good at calculating. My son-in-law is the master of the Soul Banner, and my daughter is the disciple of the weapon spirit."
"Three thousand years from now, maybe it won't take that long. If that kid has an accident, the Honored Soul Flag will fall into the hands of the second brother."
Seeing Yu Haoming's stunned expression, Yu Haofeng still said calmly: "Seventh brother's words are wrong. Am I not a member of the Yu family? As long as I am still a member of the Yu family, then no matter who it is, All the artifacts and treasures belong to the Yu family."
"Mengzhi is no exception."
"Half a son-in-law."
"Seventh brother just doesn't understand."
"Besides, nothing can happen to Meng Zhi." Yu Haofeng said seriously.
The Zunhun Banner is indeed powerful. After so many years, the younger generation of the Yu family has become more successful.
Even though it is just one, it is still a huge number.
However, this is just a drop in the bucket compared to the reputation of the Yu family's business. The Yu family has many means to make Meng Zhi disappear, but they cannot do so.
Not only the people of the world are watching, but the one who decides everything is also watching.
Who would take action for the enemy who killed his disciple?
With Qi Ling's intelligence, which is not inferior to that of ordinary monks, doing small tricks is really not worth the gain.
Even if the weapon spirit's sanity can be erased, if there is a loss, wouldn't it be regrettable?
The Yu family will not engage in loss-making business.
"Eager for quick success, there will be no good end." Yu Haofeng said and looked at the figure in the thunder cloud.
As Yu Laoqi said, this is his back-up. Once Meng Zhi is gone, he will use Yu Linglong to restrain the Soul Flag. Everyone in the family must play their role, and he is no exception.
"I understand, but I'm afraid many people don't understand."
Yu Haoming said calmly.
After the words fell, Yu Haoming glanced at Yu Haofeng and said: "Boss can firmly take the position of the head of the family. Second brother, you have contributed a lot. Second brother, you have full authority to negotiate for the Yinhun Pill."
"The more this happens, the worse it is."
"The clan elders already have objections to such an unbalanced matter."
"Then let them come here."
"The boss of the boss's family is not here through negotiation."
"It was typed."
Yu Haofeng sneered.
…
now.
Yu Linglong, who was sitting cross-legged on Tianyue Mountain, made a seal with his hands and sat quietly on the top of the mountain.
The thunderclouds overhead rolled majestically.
It has been half a month since she climbed Tianyue Mountain.
She turned over her hand and took out an ice-gold elixir, which was a divine transformation elixir refined by Tu Shanjun according to her constitution.
Swallow the elixir.
The spiritual energy around him turned into a soaring aura.
The icy blue light pillar rose from the ground like an ice palace and came into contact with the awe-inspiring thunder above.
Boom.
"coming."
Yu Linglong raised her head and took a step forward.
"The moon is wide and cold, the river is falling, the sky is blue and the ice is wide."
"Ice Hell!"
Second update, late.