Chapter 943: Refining Fake
Tushanjun lay on the ground and looked sideways.
The person who came was eight feet tall.
Her long black hair was tied up casually.
Young faces.
Wearing a complicated robe, like some kind of crown robe.
The young man stood not far away and glanced at Tushanjun.
He said calmly: "Don't blame me for cutting off your mana. You are very strong, but not strong enough. Even if you drain your mana, you will not be able to defeat the top sage holding a magic weapon."
"Using three-thirds of my strength with you is the limit of what I can do."
Tushanjun looked towards the sky.
The stars are brilliant.
Luo Tianpeng did not take action again.
In his eyes, the strange saint is no longer a concern. Without the help of the master's treasures, he will die sooner or later.
Seeing that the other party looked like a core disciple but was alienated from the sect, it was time to save himself.
At this moment, Luo Tianpeng, who was confident of winning, returned to his former demeanor, as calm as a king and said with a smile: "It turns out that the little leader has arrived."
As he spoke, his eyes became searching, as if he was looking for something.
"Are you looking for him?"
The little leader stretched out his hand and took out a head with closed eyes.
The owner of the head is Mr. Shu, one of the four hall masters who worked for Luo Tianpeng. At this moment, only one head is left floating.
There was no look of pain on the head's face, and even his expression was extremely relaxed, but the paleness was unabashedly exposed to everyone.
Luo Tianpeng's face changed drastically, revealing an expression of disbelief.
He didn't expect that Mr. Shu, whom he relied on as a confidant, died.
He died so quietly that not even his soul escaped.
Luo Tianpeng roared loudly, roaring like an earth-shaking military order from the Nine Heavens King.
"No need to summon them."
The young leader said calmly: "Just when you were fighting against Gan Laogui and being involved by these two people, your four hall masters, five masters, and twelve deputies were all killed without a single one left."
He pointed while speaking: "Except for him Lu Jing Sha, you are already alone."
Listening to what the young leader said, Luo Tianpeng spit out a mouthful of blood and said in a deep voice: "Impossible! No one can kill them so quickly."
"have."
"who?"
"I."
A cold voice came from the distant sky, and a figure appeared as the space was distorted.
"Gusu... Cuiguang!"
Luo Tianpeng stared at the approaching monk.
Look at Gusu Cuiguang who is standing behind the young leader.
Luo Tianpeng was suddenly startled by that respectful look, and a chill ran down his back. Who in this world can make Gusu Cuiguang show such a look, is it the clan elder or the king of heaven?
No, neither.
Only the leader.
Luo Tianfeng.
No matter how slow he was, he understood.
It was a terrible trap from beginning to end.
Not only did he fall into the trap and kill the elders of the Qian clan for Luo Tianfengqing, he also completely ruined his own backbone of the Northland.
Those are five saints, seven half-saints, and nine peak gods.
It is the strength he has accumulated over thousands of years and is the most loyal to him.
Such a heavy blow almost made it difficult for the king of the North to support his body. He was completely defeated. Even if he could kill Luo Tianfeng and Gusu Cuiguang, he still did not have enough power to control the great religion.
These twenty-one disciples who followed him were clearly from his family. These twenty people, not twenty monks, are his basic base in the North.
Without them, Northland would no longer trust him.
puff.
A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.
Luo Tianpeng's face suddenly turned pale.
Lu Jingsha gave up his pursuit of Luo Manping and instead guarded Luo Tianpeng, like a taciturn figure who wanted to step forward to help Luo Tianpeng.
Luo Tianpeng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he did not need to step forward.
If just now Luo Tianpeng was as high-spirited as a king ruling the world, then now he is like a subjugated king, trying to support his body: "You can't be alive, I saw him chop off your head with my own eyes."
"The great formation fixed in the void has annihilated your soul."
"I always feel at ease when organizing things."
That was a careful plan. Even if Luo Tianfeng was a top saint and could be called a holy king, he would still die under the siege of twenty-eight Void Refining Realm monks. Moreover, under such strict protection, it was impossible to Let the soul of a top saint escape to find an opportunity to reshape his body.
"You guessed it right, I'm not alive."
"What escaped was just a remnant soul."
"I used some means to extend my life." Luo Tianfeng calmly told King Zuo Tianfeng.
As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, and a black-red light that penetrated the clouds in the sky turned into a long dragon and was taken into his hand. He held it in the air and turned it into a Zhang Xu soul flag.
As he spoke, he took out the imprisoned soul and put it into the flag.
He happens to be a world saint.
"So I won't give you this chance."
As Mr. Shu's soul merged into the Soul Banner, Tu Shanjun, as the main soul of the Soul Banner, entered a mysterious and mysterious state.
Infinite vitality gathers and runs in the great world within the body.
With the evil spirit replenished, Tushanjun sat cross-legged under the big locust tree and looked inside to see the state of death.
The sky and the earth are vast, the mountains are high and the sea is vast, the fire of karma has been burning for hundreds of generations, and the dark wind is plowing the world. At that time, the earth, water, fire and wind are complete, and the great world is reborn, but there is only boundless vitality wandering within the territory.
Boom.
The thunder falls and the corners of the eaves grow.
Tu Shanjun, who was making seals with his palms, began to chant the Tao of Immortality.
A great world appeared in his hands.
At the same time, a Luanyu shrine with a green sky and a yellow spring appeared behind him. When Tushanjun opened his eyes again, he looked down. He saw the Taoist temple, the big city in the distance, and the Taoist temple under the locust tree. A figure dressed in black and red robes.
He even felt that he should give up that 'weak' body. If he could give up his body, would he be able to start practicing with this innate body that was born from the great world.
Perhaps there is no need to practice.
Isn't it true that three flowers gather at the top of the head?
Clouds suddenly rose under my feet.
The Miaofa Heavenly Palace welcomed him to the Immortal Class in the distance, with immortal catkins on his left and right surrounding him.
The seated Luan Yu shrine moved slowly forward under the drag of thousands of evil ghosts, but it walked unswervingly towards the sacred road with the seal carvings of the immortal gate in the distance.
Tu Shanjun looked at the auspicious saint and the boundless light in the distance, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"Three flowers gathering at the top is an illusion, and the clouds flying under your feet are not real. You must wake up from a big dream, and return to the dust without roots."
In this troubled world, there is no limit to the sea of suffering. If there is no raft to cross the sea, can we really reach the end of the immortal road by relying only on the Dharma?
If becoming an immortal requires other people to welcome you and a heavenly palace to carry you, then what kind of immortal is this? Human immortals, ghost immortals, human immortals, or... gods.
"Is my body really weak?"
The Dharma Minister spoke.
Like thunder from the sky, like a whisper from ancient times, there is an indescribable hoarseness in the emptiness.
The figure sitting cross-legged under the tree is neither weak nor insignificant. It is a Taoist practice that he has cultivated step by step, not something sacred that was born in the great world.
Even the Dharma needs a root. Without roots, no matter how gorgeous it is, it will just be the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror, and the castle in the air will collapse at the touch of a touch.
Tushanjun slowly opened his eyes.
He said calmly: "Refining falsehood is not only to turn the dharma from illusion into reality, but also to let yourself experience the true and false. Don't be obsessed with the power of the dharma. You should focus more on yourself. All strength is your own strength. There is no need at all. Do more questioning.”
"Refining leave!"
Tushanjun doesn’t have to look back.
He knew that this boundless vitality had gathered at the Luanyu Shrine under his guidance.
Someone has already sat on the originally empty lotus platform. It is not someone else, but his Dharma, which was born in the state of death of the gods.
The world changes.
Murong Jing's expression changed drastically as he was supposed to be in the ruins.
He looked down and shouted: "No!"
The power of the Soul Banner was beyond his ability to understand. The moment Tu Shanjun, the main soul, was promoted to refining, the Soul Banner suppressed Murong Jing, who had been refined in the Ruins without Case, in the Sky City. Tu Shanjun's journey to refining became even more complicated. It is to take another step forward after the initial breakthrough.
Tushanjun sighed.
He chose to get involved in such a whirlpool of powerful forces in order to improve his own strength as quickly as possible.
He didn't want Luo Tianfeng to restrict his combat power so tightly, and didn't want to give him any chance.
But he can wait.
Luo Tianfeng definitely still has enough souls in his hands that have not been released. Letting him increase his strength now should be to prevent Luo Tianpeng from escaping.
With the ability to return to the ruins without a shore, it is more than enough to suppress the souls that are one level higher than itself.
At that time, Tu Shanjun used his Nascent Soul cultivation to suppress Donghaijun, the god of transformation.
…
"good!"
Luo Tianfeng, who was in charge of the Zunhun Banner, shouted happily.
He just needs the main soul of the Soul Banner to reach this realm.
Luo Tianfeng also knew that after the soul of this world saint fell, Tu Shanjun would definitely be able to break the boundaries between true and false, refine the false to the true, and condense the true form of the Dharma.
However, after all, the false practice is still in the process of refining, and when it will return to the true state depends on one's luck.
Gusu Cuiguang's eyes were filled with many expressions as she stared at the Zhangxu Soul Banner held in Luo Tianfeng's palm.
He understood.
This is the magic weapon that can absorb the soul to advance.
No wonder the leader asked him to investigate the details of the weapons.
This is indeed a very important matter.
More important than anything else.
Seeing that the Zunhun Banner had the strength to suppress the Huanzhen Great Sage, Luo Tianfeng cast his gaze on Zuo Tianwang's face.
He said calmly: "We were sworn brothers back then. I may not have been a good leader, but I never treated you badly, yet you united with outsiders to surround and kill me."
"Ah."
Luo Tianpeng sneered and didn't make any excuses for himself.
He said frankly and generously: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. That's it. I have nothing to say. I just didn't expect that such a careful plan would go wrong and your soul could escape."
"That doesn't mean you won."
"Luo Tianfeng!"
When Luo Tianfeng heard that the soul had escaped, an imperceptible color flashed in his eyes.
He had already thought about the problems, but he didn't need to explain to Luo Tianpeng at all.
"Since you don't want to commit suicide, I will give you a ride myself, my brother."
Luo Tianfeng suddenly pulled out an iron rod with his right hand.
The introverted mace is like the Mingwang pestle in hell, and it can exert supreme power in his hands. It is the divine weapon, the sky strike.
Luo Tianpeng swept away his dejection.
He raised the magic sword with his backhand: "How much strength can you use if you are lucky enough to survive?"
Lu Jingsha, who was standing behind Luo Tianpeng, took a step forward.
Gusu Cuiguang on the side said solemnly: "Your opponent is me."
Later.