Chapter 916 Boarding the Ship

Chapter 916 Boarding the Ship

After spending many days together, Yang Wu knew Tu Shanjun's temper.

He also clearly understood that Tu Shanjun had little chance of winning against Luo Manping, otherwise Tu Shanjun would not have used such a method to force Luo Manping back.

In Yang Wu's impression, Tu Shanjun always took action when he could and never said a few words.

Luo Manping dispatched troops and generals without concealment, and was bound to surround the Ghost Saint here.

If you delay for too long, your life will be in danger.

Therefore, Yang Wu decided to enter the game personally.

He can become an extraordinary person to protect his sister and let Tu Shanjun leave safely.

Luo Manping pondered.

Martingale Wu is indeed the most suitable one.

However, once the Ghost Saint is released, their plan may be suspected of being leaked. However, after experiencing the baptism, even if the ghost saint spread the word, no one would think that Yang Wu was not the heir of the leader.

Think about it for a long time.

Luo Manping nodded and said: "Okay!"

Instead of searching for a needle in a haystack, it is better to choose the martingale.

Luo Manping was very satisfied with Yang Wu's performance.

They need such a person to attract attention to the true descendants of the leader.

Luo Manping stepped aside, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Fellow Taoist, since this matter has nothing to do with you, you should go."

A big hand fell on Yang Wu's shoulder.

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in the air.

"None of us want to go first."

Martingale Wu was shocked.

Luo Man had an angry look on his face.

He has made concessions, but this ghost saint is so ignorant.

Are you really confident that he won't take action?

"I don't believe you."

Frowning Luo Manping asked, "Why don't you believe us?"

"I don't believe your plan."

"He is not related by blood to your leader. I can see this. It is not easy to hide it from the world."

"I won't bother my fellow Taoist anymore."

Tu Shanjun said: "But I think you need my help."

"Fellow Taoist is too arrogant." Luo Manping was obviously not a good-tempered person, but now he calmed down and observed Yangwu carefully. Yangwu's temporary body was so perfect that he could The great sage could not help but express his admiration.

The person who can complete this body is undoubtedly a blood master.

What's even more valuable is that he is also proficient in the path of life and death.

This man is undoubtedly the best doctor.

A doctor who can bring the dead back to life.

"Fellow Taoist, are you willing to help?"

"What's the price?"

Tu Shanjun patted Yang Wu on the shoulder and said, "He has already paid the price."

"Life?"

"Fate!"

Seeing that Tu Shanjun didn't refute, Luo Manping felt relieved.

No wonder this person was so important to Yang Wu's life. He turned out to be a fate monk.

The so-called: one fate, two luck, three feng shui, four accumulation of yin virtue and five reading.

It is normal for people to be confused by what the fate monks do.

"Aren't you afraid, fellow Taoist?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Here, the two of us are throwing a taboo. If you follow me back to the Shura tribe's forbidden area, your life will no longer be under your control."

Tu Shanjun laughed: "You think if you kill me, I will die?"

"That's fine."

Luo Manping nodded.

He was just worried about this matter so he didn't take action.

At this point, death rarely covers them anymore. Unless they are crushed by absolute strength, there is really no telling who will die and who will live.

If Tu Shanjun is willing to help, he will be more confident in that plan.

Moreover, it is impossible for the Ghost Saint to cause trouble under their noses. Even if the Ghost Saint really had an ulterior motive, they would be able to know it quickly and respond accordingly without being caught off guard.

Tu Shanjun patted Yang Wu on the shoulder and said, "Have you really thought about it?"

"Once this goes, from now on you will take her identity and mediate in the general trend. If you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces."

Yang Wu nodded and said, "Sir, you shouldn't have come."

"If I don't come, you will die."

"My name is not Sir, my name is Tu Shanjun."

A strange brilliance suddenly bloomed in Yangwu's eyes. It was surprise, astonishment, or surprise. In short, the loss he had just felt was gone, and his anxious heart gradually calmed down. He really didn't expect a strong man. Will be willing to treat everyone equally, even if he is weak.

Being able to share life and death with such a strong man, Yang Wu felt that he would have no regrets even if he died.

"My name is Yang Wu."

"I know."

Luo Manping said with a smile: "You don't know, from now on, his name is Luo Yangwu, the son of the leader of Shura."

"Not yet."

"It will be soon."

"It seems you are very confident in your plan."

Luo Manping shook his head slightly, looked at Tu Shanjun and said, "It would be better to say that I have great confidence in fellow Taoist."

He was not in a hurry to leave, but waited until the monks arrived before taking Tushanjun and Yangwu to leave the Gandharvas' camp.

When leaving, Yang Wu looked back at the fertile field, his eyes full of nostalgia. He looked up at Luo Manping and asked, "Will we come back?"

"Perhaps you will never come back in your lifetime."

Hearing this, Yangwu was silent for a long time and then turned his head.

"where are we going?"

"The Asura treasure house in the Asura clan's forbidden area."

Luo Manping's voice was very calm. When he was not using his tactics, he was like a gentle gentleman. There was no sign of the Asura tribe's irritability at all.

Of course, after cultivating to this level, they can already control their emotions freely, be angry when they should be angry, and be calm when they should be calm.

"Fellow Taoist is a foreigner?"

Luo Manping looked at the red-haired two-horned ghost king.

"yes."

Luo Manping wisely did not ask any more questions. He did not want to find out other people's secrets, and he could see that the Ghost Saint was very important to the child's life. This was not a kind of concern, it was as if he was observing and protecting this child's life. Treat it as if it is yours.

He must have some weird and special purpose.

Luo Manping thought so.

The scorching sun hangs.

The giant ship flew across the sky.

Flags are flying.

A long bright red curtain flutters.

A group of people disembarked from the giant ship under the scorching sun and boarded a large border.

This is a blessed land that belongs exclusively to the Asura clan, and it is also a forbidden land for the Asura clan.

There are no dragons and phoenixes arriving, no Xuanwu sitting in command, and no white tigers killing them. All we have is an endless sea of ​​blood.

and a red sky set against a sea of ​​blood.

The red was like a raging flame, and it was even deeper. No one could tell whether it was the setting sun or the light of blood.

The three people standing on the shore were silent.

a long time.

A small boat came into view.

Getting closer.

Luo Manping's expression was solemn and respectful. He bowed his hands and respectfully took out three ancient coins and said, "Thank you."

The boatman stretched out his withered palm, took the three ancient coins, and then put them into the wide sleeve robe. A slightly curved smile appeared under the bamboo hat: "The money and goods are clear, you two can live naturally in the sea of ​​blood." He can come and go as he pleases, but this little devil..."

"That's fine."

As the words fell, a ray of light enveloped Yang Wu.

Tushanjun's expression changed slightly.

The old man on the ferry turned out to be a Taoist king.

"Young man, you are nervous."

The old man looked at Tushanjun.

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and said, "I've met senior."

"You must be a monk from the Eastern Wilderness Realm."

Tushanjun's face changed drastically.

In an instant, someone spied on him.

"I haven't seen the Great Realm monk for a long time." The old man sighed.

When he spoke, he raised his head. Under the bamboo hat was an eye full of vicissitudes of life. However, that eye was full of vitality, like a bright star in the sky, shining high and never falling.

"Which family are you a disciple of?"

"No one has any sect."

The old man showed a strange smile and said with a smile: "You are an orthodox Taoist practitioner who can no longer be orthodox, but you say that you have no sect."

Tushanjun saluted again.

"That's fine."

"Young people always have their own difficulties."

"Come on board."

Luo Manping, who boarded the bow of the ship, looked calm and surprised at the same time.

He brought Tu Shanjun here because he knew that no one could deceive the old man's magical eyes. However, he did not expect that Tu Shanjun was a monk from the Eastern Wilderness Realm, and he practiced the purest Taoist Xuan Gong.

He also thought that the two-horned ghost saint must be practicing demonic skills and ghost methods.

The Book of Immortality seems to be a mixture of the best of hundreds of schools of thought. In fact, it is indeed a Taoist mystical skill. It is not a magic skill, nor an evil method, but a broad road. However, because it is condensed in the lunar calendar, its expressiveness is not good-looking. Once it is launched, people will always misunderstand that this is some kind of magical power in troubled times.

Sea of ​​blood and bright moon.

Tu Shanjun asked: "Where are your people?"

"Fellow Taoist is here, do you need anyone else to help?"

"Do you believe me?"

"I do not believe."

"Ship boss believes in you, so I won't doubt you."

Looking at the sea of ​​blood, Yang Wu used his exercises to breathe out as usual. The bright moon in the distant sky also turned into a blood moon under the light of blood.

They seemed to be heading towards the blood moon just as the ripples were rising, until the moon that was originally like a millstone gradually turned into a large realm.

"How to do it?"

"Reshape his body with the blood and flesh of the leader. Then no one will doubt that the blood flowing in his body is not the leader's blood."

"Flesh and flesh are easy to imitate, but soul is..."

"This requires Taoist friends to use their methods. Since Taoist friends are masters of the way of life and death, they should be able to plant the Tao in the soul, and sow the undefeated Shura Tao in the soul of Martingale Wu."

"With the Tao seed balancing the yin spirit and flesh and blood, as long as it grows slowly, it will be completely stable."

Tushanjun looked into the distance seriously.

He is very familiar with a set of methods, and he has successfully continued his own bloodline in the past.

However, his cultivation level was low at that time, and Jinghong himself was good, so the fusion was successfully completed.

But it is different now. The soul of Martingale Wu is not strong enough, and the flesh and blood of the Shura leader are too strong. It is like one end of the scale is too heavy, and the other side is too light, and it is easy to lose balance.

Once the balance is out of balance, the plan will fail at first, and the soul will be shattered at worst.

This is simply impossible to accomplish.

Unless the soul of Yang Wu is added.

At least let him balance the burden of flesh and blood.

"You have to strengthen the martingale to gain the soul."

"At least we have to reach the second peak."

"We are fully prepared."

"The treasures of heaven and earth in the treasure house are at your disposal."

During the conversation, the boat approached the moon.

The moon spreads out a vast realm.