Chapter 960: Enlightenment
The Shura battle method is revealed.
The Great Blood Lotus blooms in the sky.
Seeing you is like seeing the Tao.
The old man's eyes, which are as bright as the starry sky, gradually show some expression, and his body slowly stretches out from sitting cross-legged.
The blood-colored lotus behind him gathers, like a Buddha's hand from the hot abyss that wants to grasp everything, until the moment the lotus completely disappears, the wind stops, the rain stops, and the sky clears.
"It's the ancestor!"
The saints exclaimed and could not hide their excitement.
No matter which side they were on, everything is uncertain.
When the ancestor appears, the Tao is revealed in the world.
All the Asuras kneel down and worship.
Shouting the name of the ancestor, worshiping the Lord of the Great Dao.
"It's really the ancestor." Luo Manping was also happy after being shocked.
What a powerful person the Tao Lord is.
A clan has enough peace for 30,000 years with one person.
The disappearance of the ancestor caused turmoil in the clan.
If the ancestor had not disappeared, perhaps the Asura clan would still be prosperous.
The most delighted person was Luo Tianfeng.
I thought everything was set and my fate was about to end, but I didn't expect that the master would come when the formation was opened.
With the master's cultivation, he didn't need to give up the magic medicine.
His magic power was almost gone. Even if Tu Shanjun could suppress him and forcibly take away his magic power, he could not be the opponent of the master.
How could Luo Tianfeng not be ecstatic!
An unknown monarch, whose aura and spiritual power seemed weak, was actually stronger than Ouyang Qiuxian back then.
Tu Shanjun didn't know if he could win.
When facing the Taoist, he couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart.
Back then, he could only injure Ouyang Qiuxian by self-destructing the holy weapon.
The injury would be completely healed once the mysterious power was used.
If it weren't for the ancestor of the Yu family who killed Ouyang Qiuxian, perhaps his life would not be in his own hands from then on.
Or maybe it was really like many cultivators said, refining his mind and completely erasing his own memories. At that time, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the ability to die with honor.
Fear is human nature, and no one is exempt from it.
The pale ghost hand suddenly opened, and the young man Luo Tianfeng fell into his hands in an instant.
The purple-black nails pierced Luo Tianfeng's scalp, and the cold eyes stared at the Taoist Lord in the distance. Without saying anything, he stuffed a holy-level Yinhun Pill into Luo Tianfeng's mouth.
It melted in his mouth.
Luo Tianfeng's eyes widened immediately.
His remaining mana was restored to more than 10% in an instant.
And this process is still going on. The power of the pill he swallowed just now is still working. In just a moment, the terrifying spiritual energy filled his limbs and bones.
The red-haired demon looked indifferent.
The fangs were even more ferocious.
Luo Tianfeng saw that his mana sea was full, and he wanted to break free immediately.
Then he was shocked to find that the five pale fingers pierced into his head like steel needles.
The black and red silk thread pierced into the sea of consciousness in his head.
He didn't have a chance to resist at all.
Even his body became a puppet of the Demon Saint.
Luo Tianfeng's heart sank.
He thought that after all these things.
Based on the appearance of Tushanjun and the actions and words he learned from Yang Wu about Tushanjun, he could judge that this person was a man of loyalty and righteousness.
Because they jointly resisted the old king and later gave up the magic medicine, they could use more humorous words to bring the two closer.
At least in the future, they can keep their dignity and help each other.
Unexpectedly, he just had a flash of the idea of taking back the magic medicine, and before he put it into action, Tushanjun took the initiative.
He didn't expect him to help the other party because of the words.
Instead, he grabbed him in his hands at the first time.
Forcefully suppress the soul.
Extract the magic power to wave the soul flag.
Is this soft-hearted?
Is this really the same person as Yang Wu said?
In Yang Wu's words, Tushan Jun was very gentle, harmless, and even sounded a little silly.
Who would care about what a child called him, and who would tell his real name to a "tool"? This is what a normal person in a high position should say?
It was as if, in his eyes, most people in the world were equal.
No one was superior to anyone else, regardless of their cultivation.
Such a kind person, but his moves were very frightening.
A sentence from the Taoist scriptures emerged in Luo Tianfeng's mind: "The saints are not kind, and treat the people as straw dogs." Could it be that in the eyes of the Ghost Saint, they are no different from straw dogs.
Luo Tianfeng's pupils trembled slightly, he made a wrong judgment.
The Ghost Saint is really kind, and he is really cruel.
His kindness is only for those who are close to him, and he treats all living beings the same.
The same is true for cruelty.
Anyone who is an enemy of himself or an enemy of those close to him will instantly become a vicious ghost.
He doesn't care about right or wrong, he only cares about the closeness.
Luo Tianfeng came back to his senses with an unbelievable look.
How could there be such a person.
Thinking of Tu Shanjun's identity as a weapon spirit, he closed his eyes.
Very upset!
It was because Tu Shanjun looked too much like a human that he made a mistake.
The weapon spirit is a real weapon spirit.
Anyone who holds the Zunhun Banner, as long as he is recognized by him, he will regard the other party's affairs as his own.
However, he still made a mistake.
Don't blame Luo Tianfeng.
It's just because Tu Shanjun's experience is too mysterious.
He was cultivated into a soul banner by the devil, and with the blessing of an unknown system, he created such a mysterious weapon that is different from other weapon spirit treasures.
Feeling the piercing pain in his scalp and the weakness of his body beyond his control, Luo Tianfeng struggled to arouse Martingale. This was his last chance.
As long as Yang Wu stands with him, he will have a glimmer of hope, thus revealing the flaws of the Soul Banner.
However, what awaited him was deathly silence.
"Martial King."
"Luo Yangwu!"
Luo Tianfeng yelled in the sea of consciousness, frantically looking for Yang Wu's figure.
There was still silence all around.
He could only stand blankly in the light, look into the darkness, and said in despair: "My son, Yang Wu, you promised to be my son."
"Master Asura."
"Holy King."
"Luo Tianfeng's son!"
in the dark.
Still no sound.
There was no cry or confession, it was still silent, as if the person he was calling was not here at all, but Luo Tianfeng could clearly feel the presence of Martingale Wu.
It was obvious that Yang Wu had called his father just now, asking him to help that ruthless weapon spirit.
"Why?!"
"You are still young and you don't understand. Death is really scary. When you die, you can't speak, hear, or see. Slowly, and finally you can't feel anything. I'm very afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid of... my My daughter has lost her father, my son, my sister’s brother.”
"I know."
Yangwu's thin figure walked out of the darkness.
"I know everything!"
"Death, it's cold, it's empty, it's so quick, you can't even feel it."
"I feel helpless after death."
"I prayed to God and the earth, and he was the only one who answered me."
"He saved me then, I can't harm him now!"
Plop.
Yang Wu knelt on the ground and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. I really wanted to be your son, but I was not sincere at that time. I just wanted you to relax your vigilance. Only in this way can I The most critical moment is to make my own choice.”
Luo Tianfeng sighed deeply.
laughed.
The leader of the great religion, the Saint King, is so powerful that even a child can't stand up to him.
It's really a joke to say it out loud.
However, can status and strength really make a brave person surrender?
The answer is obvious.
People who are attracted by status and strength will eventually leave because of the decline of these two.
Luo Tianfeng stepped forward and helped Martingale Wu up.
Look at it carefully.
Nodding slightly: "You don't have to say sorry, I didn't really mean it at that time."
"Only sincerity can replace sincerity."
“The only answer to lies is lies.”
"pity."
"If we were both still alive, I wish you were really my son."
"Father!"
"I will always be your son and your sister's brother."
Luo Tianfeng couldn't help but sigh and murmured: "Sister."
…
"My little friend, you should let go of my worthless disciple. I don't mean any harm."
The ancestor of Asura stood still in the void, his eyes fell on Tu Shanjun, and then gradually moved to the young Luo Tianfeng, and there was a trace of sadness that could not go away from the depths.
Tushanjun still didn't let go.
He didn't even say anything.
Ancestor Asura is very tall, with a nearly eight-foot body that looks thin, and his cheeks are sunken, but he does not have a ruthless look. Instead, he looks like an immortal.
A single horn pierces out from the forehead, and the demonic eye formed by the lines is half open and half closed, like a Buddha walking in the world.
The beard and hair are all mixed with white hair and tied up with a black jade crown.
Wearing a Xumi Xuan robe and a pair of black lotus cloud shoes.
It is the ancestor of the great religion, the majestic Taoist Lord, Luo Shentong.
Luo Shentong brushed the look from his eyes.
Point it out.
A boundless blood moon rose behind him amid the mysterious light.
The blood moon turned into a pagoda hanging above Luo Shentong's head.
The Tao Lord's unparalleled inspiration and divine weapons intertwined and turned into a terrifying mysterious light that enveloped the world of mortals.
"The shape of attack and defense changes the world."
"different!"
Tu Shanjun was surprised to find that the fighting spirit in his heart dropped rapidly.
He said in a deep voice: "Another ancient art?"
However, Tu Shanjun did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he tempered his military energy with his spiritual consciousness. A sharp and supreme fighting spirit burst out from his body, as if it had turned into a demonic sword that cut away the sky.
"Military tactics?"
Luo Shentong looked at Tushanjun in surprise.
Emperor Chi's military tactics are driven by military energy.
This is Nan Tianwang's unique skill.
King Nan Tian once told him that if he died one day, this group of emperor's soldiers would be buried together in the long river of history. Who would have thought that when he was dying, Luo Shenzhong chose to let Emperor Chi's ancient skills continue to shine in the world.
This is what he saw within the confinement of the formation.
He saw everything.
Can't say it, can't stop it.
What Luo Shentong didn't expect was that Tu Shanjun would be able to activate a trace of the power just after receiving Chi Emperor's weapon energy.
Just this trace is enough to greatly reduce the effect of his ancient magic.
And he really didn't want to use force with Tushanjun.
Said: "It is not good for you or me to fight against each other."
Tu Shanjun finally spoke: "The magic medicine belongs to me, and I will leave immediately."