Chapter 937 Calling Name

The blood refining magic sutra is running.

The pale-faced Luo Qianjing's body sitting cross-legged in the main hall was cast into thousands of blood beams under the magical power, and the blood beams pierced into Luo Tianfeng's arms like silk threads.

The dense holy energy swirled around the mysterious light, turning into the purest energy, allowing Luo Tianfeng's shriveled body to reappear with vitality.

call.

suck.

Long and powerful, like the vitality of today.

The young man Luo Tianfeng sat quietly on the throne, calmly overlooking everything in front of him, with only the joy of slowly recovering his strength in his eyes.

After Luo Zhiqing's body was brought to the royal court, he finally became a little more disturbed.

Actually, Luo Zhiqing is his nephew.

Looking at Luo Zhiqing who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, Luo Tianfeng rarely showed a trace of emotion, but it disappeared in an instant.

Then he practiced magic skills and refined blood to fill his body. As thousands of blood covered the young man's body, Luo Tianfeng leaned lightly on the seat and said in a deep voice: "This rain has come at the right time."

After a long period of calm, the heavy rain finally came.

As if to wash away all kinds of sins.

Luo Tianfeng looked towards the sky in the distance, his expression firm and calm.

As long as there are a few more saints with the same surname and sect, he can regain his former strength. Then he will naturally take action to reverse everything, suppress the unrest in the great religion, and crush all those who try to subvert the great religion.

In the darkness, Luo Tianfeng suddenly laughed.

He thought about the origin of the Zunhun Banner again.

Who would have thought that such a demonic weapon was born from a humble beginning rather than being born. No one knows how it appeared or who forged it. Even if it is an organization with a power that spans five days, it only extends to Xiaohuang. area.

The Small Wilderness Territory is a territory in the Eastern Wilderness, separated by shallow barriers.

He just suddenly appeared in Dahei Mountain in Xiaohuang Territory.

From then on everything fell into place.

There is an astonishing point of view in it.

The organization overhaul who explored the Soul Banner believed that the Soul Banner was a mysterious weapon of destiny. Perhaps mastering that magic weapon could control destiny, because the life of the monk who mastered the Soul Banner would undergo earth-shaking changes.

Even though the end is death, people will die anyway.

No matter what stage a monk is, he will die. Even the world, the sun and the moon will die one day. The only ones who can survive are immortals.

However, I don’t know how many monks there are in this world. Who can become an immortal?

Who can avoid death?

No matter big or small, strong or weak, death will come when it should come. Even many strong people who have practiced for a long time will die suddenly. It may be due to obsession, vendetta, competition for resources, natural disaster, etc. wait…….

Life will eventually wither.

Whether it is meaningful does not depend on the length of life, but on the thickness.

It depends on whether you seek kindness and get kindness, and whether you still have any regrets.

If you start from this aspect, the soul flag is too scary.

No matter whoever masters the Soul Flag, it is very possible to tear away the original shackles of fate and create a new future.

Of course, destiny is not something that can be changed so easily. The Soul Reverend Banner is just a seed. What kind of flowers can bloom must be watered by the person in charge.

The weak are afraid.

the wavers question.

Only the strong take charge!

It just so happened that Luo Tianfeng felt that he was strong.

Since God has allowed him to take charge of the Soul Reverend Banner, it means that he has leveraged his own destiny.

Even a small increase in the odds of winning is already a huge change for him, and because of the appearance of the soul flag, he is more confident in his plan.

Just like what he said when he first got the Soul Reverend Banner.

Unexpectedly, after he fell into such a situation, he would actually obtain this magic weapon.

"Boy, I should thank you."

Yang Wu was surprised and said: "Thank me?"

"yes."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have obtained this magic weapon." Luo Tianfeng sighed.

Yang Wu didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say.

The longer I stayed, the more I felt that everything was man-made.

His death is like dust. Those in high positions don't care whether they dust one particle or two. In short, as long as their body is clean, it is enough.

Even when a person with extraordinary strength steps on an ant, he cannot control the intensity with which he attacks the ant.

He was able to reach this point all because his eldest brother is like his father, and because his sincere love for his sister is the bond of family members.

As long as that feeling is true, he doesn't need to care about anything else, let alone be shaken by those false things and question his own existence.

Hate is certainly the driving force for moving forward and the most effective emotion to get out of trouble, but hate alone cannot go far.

Yang Wu said calmly: "I didn't do all this for you."

Luo Tianfeng laughed in surprise and said, "I know you are doing it for your sister. You are indeed a good brother and worthy of being my son."

"He is worthy of being the leader of the Asura Sect, the top great sage, and the son of Luo Tianfeng. No one can question this!"

"So, Luo Yangwu..."

"Be my son."

"After I leave, everything I have will be yours."

The Great Eastern Wilderness.

organize.

Secret Palace.

In the darkness, under the shadow, a slightly thin hand stretched out and landed on the armrest of the high seat beside him.

The palm is dry but powerful, surrounded by holy energy and holy power, like a king sitting in a great realm finally taking action. A slightly hoarse voice resounded: "Have you found no trace of the wild fox yet?"

"Back to the Hall Master, not yet."

The hall master who was hiding in his seat put down the jade slip in his hand and said calmly: "Who is pursuing the divine weapon?"

"It doesn't look like a great monk." The organizational monk who answered was clearly a peak venerable.

However, in front of the hall master, he huddled up like a kitten and puppy, not even daring to raise his head, so he could only explain what he knew one by one.

The hall master asked: "Then where is he a monk?"

The hall was very simple. The candlelight of ancient bronze lamps illuminated the cheeks, but the monks on the high seat fell into shadows. Before he spoke, the two monks half-kneeling in the hall did not dare to speak, let alone raise their heads. Look at the high-ranking leader of the organization.

In front of the saint, the second step is like a weak cat or dog.

It wasn't until he heard the hall master's inquiry that the monk said, "It's very much like he came from the underworld."

"The underworld..." The hall master chewed the word for a while.

Many monks are not familiar with the underworld.

That's because they don't dare to cross the barrier, and they don't want to escape the protection of the giant ship and sink. The barrier is weird and terrifying, and the underworld is also uneven.

However, they all have one thing in common, that is, they will not appear in each other's world easily.

Because for the creatures in the underworld, they don’t want to cross the barrier rashly.

Once it appears, it can never be said that it is an unimportant matter.

Just like the thing they inquired about.

The impact of that incident has not been eliminated yet, if it weren't for the action of the great ancestor of the Yu family...

However, Lord Dao is really dead, and did the magic weapon really explode?

Maybe everyone has a suspicion.

In fact, they didn't know the specific details at all. Even though he was the leader of the organization, with a high position, high cultivation, and an unborn saint, he did not dare to ask the general altar, let alone the ancestor of the Yu family.

Even he didn't know the real situation, let alone the other monks.

Over the years, he has never given up on pursuing the Soul Flag. He followed the traces of Saint Yuyan and once traced them to the Small Wasteland. However, the clue was cut off in Daheishan. It seemed that someone had taken action to erase the origin of the Soul Flag. , cutting off the traces that should have been displayed in front of you.

Who is this guy.

Why do this.

Why can he have such powerful abilities?

To achieve this, the other party must have extraordinary cultivation and Taoism, as well as a powerful power background. There is no need to think about this person, he also knows who it is. Isn't it the new man who walked out of Dahei Mountain and became a disciple of Wanfa Sect? The saint of Jin.

A girl with double pupils who is famous on the list of Eastern Wasteland's geniuses.

But now she is no longer on the list of geniuses. Since she was promoted to saint, she has appeared on the list of saints.

Although she ranks low, no one can deny her potential.

He didn't want to mess with such a monster, let alone ask him about the Soul Flag.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would be difficult to start from the Saint with Double Eyes, but he once again heard about the whereabouts of the Soul Flag.

The hall master immediately realized that it was very likely that the Soul Flag had reappeared in the underworld, so monks from the underworld crossed the barrier and came to the Eastern Wasteland to inquire about the details of this magical weapon.

This may be an opportunity to take charge of the treasure that was rated as the Mysterious Weapon of Destiny by the Altar Master Daojun.

The hall master's gaze extended, he closed his eyes, and thought carefully about that year, his heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat powerfully again.

However, after pondering for a long time, he still didn't fully swallow the news. He knew that he might not be able to get the soul flag with his own strength.

Thinking of the horror of the organization, the hall leader let out a long sigh: "Report it."

"Who is in charge of this place?"

A monk wearing a moon-white robe came to the branch of the organization.

The cultivator of the gods hurried over, bowed his hands and said, "I didn't know that the envoy came to share the helm, but my subordinates were far away to greet him."

"Are you the person in charge of this branch?"

"yes."

"Wang Wuji died quietly back then, and his soul was nowhere to be found. His subordinate was originally the deputy helmsman of the first branch. After the death of the helmsman Wang Wuji, he became the helmsman with the permission of the branch. He did not dare to lie in any way." The monk who spoke the spirit transformation bowed and lowered his head.

The monk in the moon-white robe nodded slightly: "Do you know where the murderer is now?"

The sub-rudder pointed at himself in surprise: "I don't know this."

"Did the clues end here?"

The monk in the moon-white robe suddenly frowned. He was ordered to come and immediately took out a precious mirror and asked, "Do you have anything personal to Wang Wuji?"

"have!"

The monk in the moon-white robe who got the personal belongings immediately cast a spell.

"Wang Wuji."

"The soul is back!"

The monk in the moon-white robe turned the precious mirror in his hand into a compass and used it, as if he wanted to use this soul-calling technique to find Wang Wuji's soul.

The compass slowly stabilized after turning.

late.