Chapter 962 Agreement

Chapter 962 Agreement

Look at the sky strike in your hand.

It's really a good weapon.

With this magical weapon, Tushanjun can gain 20 to 30% more combat power.

If it is driven by the Emperor's military energy and makes good use of the divinity and magic power of the sky strike, it can be improved to a higher level. Tu Shanjun didn't say much. He silently stood Tianqie in front of him, cupped his hands and said, "What the senior said is absolutely true!"

The ancestor of the Asura clan has given up the magic medicine.

Although in the opinion of the ancestor, the magic medicine is not powerful enough and cannot survive, it is not worth mentioning at all.

However, this is still a magical medicine, not an ordinary thing.

The moment Luo Shentong appeared, Luo Tianfeng promised not to count.

If you take away the magic medicine, how can you take away other people's magic weapons?

Tushan Jun is not used to doing such a thing.

If the magic medicine wasn't very important to him, even if the complete and mature magic medicine was placed in front of him, he wouldn't be tempted.

Shake the soul flag.

A magical sword fell.

Immediately afterwards, a jade slip appeared in Tushanjun's hand.

Imprinted on his forehead for a moment.

He handed it out and said: "I observe that the Asura clan is famous for its immortal Shura body. Although immortality is strong, the yang cannot be born and the yin cannot grow. This scripture is a great collection to prove the yin and yang."

Luo Shentong took the jade slip in surprise, with a surprised look on his face.

He didn't know what Tu Shanjun meant for a while.

Just now I just wanted to get the magic weapon back, so why did I send you a Taoist scripture? Thinking of this, the ancestor spread his spiritual consciousness and scanned the jade slip in his hand.

His expression was shocked. !

Praise: "Great talent!"

"The monk who created this sutra is truly an extraordinary talent."

"This sutra..."

"Sutra Name: Immortality."

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and said, "This junior has no choice but to take advantage of the magic medicine."

"The principles explained in this sutra are enough to add a layer of foundation to the Immortal Shura Taoist body. Compared with the entire Shura sect or even compared with the magical medicine, this sutra is nothing at all. However, I have nothing to gain, only This scripture belongs entirely to me, and I am quite good at it.”

Luo Shentong smiled and waved his hand and said: "My little friend, don't belittle yourself. This sutra can become a part of a large sect's Taoist scriptures. In exchange for the half-dead and ineffective magical medicine, my great religion made money."

Luo Shentong looked at Tushanjun with increasing admiration.

This is really a loyal person, quite like the ancient Daxiu style.

Such a trend is rare in today’s spiritual practice world.

In today's spiritual practice world, there is either strife or intrigue. Everyone seems to be afraid that he or she will suffer some loss. It may even be more uncomfortable for others to have an opportunity than for oneself to suffer a loss, regardless of whether the opportunity is useful to oneself.

Guard against this and guard against that.

Not even brothers or disciples can be trusted.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Luo Shentong is at a very high level as he grows older. Monks who have reached this level have experienced so many vicissitudes that they have become calm and mature, thinking that with their cultivation and age, they can If you plan to control everyone, you will be on guard against everyone.

Regardless of whether Tu Shanjun was sincere or did it because he wanted to cut off the cause and effect, Luo Shentong, as a smart person, had no reason to refuse.

Just like he said.

Using a half-dead peach cutting in exchange for such a Taoist scripture is really an advantage for the Asura clan.

"My dear friend, I should not have any more demands. However, in a master-disciple relationship, I cannot ignore human relations and let my little friend take away my incompetent disciple. I still ask my dear friend to be noble."

Luo Shentong slightly cupped his hands, and then looked at the young man in the distance.

He had already seen that Tushanjun was leaving.

I don't want to keep this magical weapon, no one can keep him by my side.

It's better to go along with the flow and do it as a favor, so as not to hurt the harmony.

In this case, it is time for Zunhun Banner to let go of its grip on Luo Tianfeng. Even if there is no way to save him, Luo Tianfeng can enjoy the rest of his life in the great religion.

The tall and seemingly benign evil ghost lowered his head, shook his head slightly and said, "I don't want to, but I really can't."

The atmosphere plummeted, and the harmony just now was gone.

The surrounding air has become several degrees cooler.

It seems to have dropped to freezing point.

Luo Shentong narrowed his eyes.

He thought of many things at this moment.

Even based on this sentence alone, he immediately concluded that the Zunhun Banner was magical.

Tushanjun slowly raised his head, his ghostly eyes were as deep as if they were embedded in two bottomless caves.

Even if he wanted to let Luo Tianfeng go, he couldn't.

If the Asura Patriarch really had any way to untie the banner master, it would make Tu Shanjun very happy.

However, it was impossible for Tushanjun to tell the other party all the details. Being able to say that was his biggest concession.

When Luo Manping saw the atmosphere, he smiled and wanted to smooth things over.

How could the grandfather not know?

Of course, the most important thing for a weapon spirit is the weapon master. Now asking Tu Shanjun to give up the soldier master is not asking the monks to destroy their Dantian. No monk with a normal mind would do this.

However, the grandfather was not wrong either.

The leader is his disciple, and there is nothing wrong with him wanting his disciple to live in peace.

On one side is the mighty Lord of the Great Dao, the ancestor of Asura. His skills are mysterious, and his life has quickly recovered since he walked out of the formation.

Even if he is not 80% or 90%, he is definitely not weak. Such a strong man seems to be easy to talk to, but he has never been angry. Once he is angry, it will be like the wrath of heaven coming to the world and burning all the wastes.

Such a strong man already occupies a high position, and no one has ever dared to refute him, let alone a low-level weapon spirit.

The other party is a divine soldier and evil ghost, a demon saint and a demon heart. He looks innocent but is actually a stubborn strongman. Once he makes a move, he will not stop. In addition, with the gathering of the ten ghost kings, his Taoism has further improved. He is indeed not a good person.

"Grandpa!"

The young man knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"You..." Luo Shentong looked at the young man in surprise.

This is different from the Luo Tianfeng in his impression. There is also a big difference in the spiritual sense of perception, which is enough to show that the current person is not Luo Tianfeng: "Asura's soul fusion and blood gift of the sky."

"Who is it?"

Yang Wu replied: "My name is Luo Yang Wu, the son of Luo Tianfeng!"

"My father asked me to fulfill the agreement with Senior Tushan."

"Alas."

"I understand."

Luo Shentong sighed.

Since it was Luo Tianfeng's decision, he, as a master, couldn't say much.

Because this magic medicine has caused too many things, and he has no way to bring people back to life, how can he force Luo Tianfeng to stay? In his opinion, Tianfeng still blames him as his master.

Tu Shanjun looked sideways.

He was stunned and a little absent-minded.

He also sighed.

At this moment, the two sighed one after another, perhaps they were somewhat similar in their circumstances.

This also made the tense atmosphere just now disappear, and they tacitly did not lead the topic to this aspect, and the Asura Patriarch did not ask about the souls that were taken into the Zunhun Banner.

The owner of the banner cannot be released and returned to the great sect, and those souls that were taken away are mostly difficult to recover.

Why bother to worry about things that can't be helped.

"Senior, this matter is over, and it's time to do the business we agreed on earlier." Yang Wu said with a smile.

He didn't know what it was specifically.

However, Tu Shanjun did not take his life early, and he also reshaped his body for him and brewed blood wine to maintain his soul. It is estimated that there is some great use, as if he is preparing for something.

At that time, Yang Wu was still worried that his cultivation was not enough and he could not complete Tu Shanjun's great task.

Now it is different. He took over Luo Tianfeng's blood body and was blessed by the Holy King's soul. Although his cultivation strength may not be as strong as Luo Tianfeng's when he was alive, he is still a real Holy King.

It is enough to deal with 80% to 90% of the miscellaneous things in this world.

"Yes."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

This is what he intended to cultivate Yang Wu, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Originally, Yang Wu's soul was not strong enough, and the technique that fell on Yang Wu was more like a test of the forerunner. Tu Shanjun wanted to use the Nightmare Pattern Attachment Technique to create a strong enough banner master, but many things happened later.

Luo Tianfeng was discouraged and buried his soul deep in the sea of ​​consciousness and was unwilling to take action, which put Tu Shanjun's original plan back on track.

"When are you going to leave, senior?"

"Immediately!"

"Okay."

Yang Wu stood up and opened a golden umbrella.

He looked at the crowd and said, "There is not enough space under the umbrella. Who else wants to go with us?"

Looking around, the saints avoided his gaze and did not look at him.

The ancestor was there. They were tired of living and went with the devil.

Didn't you see that the ancestor did not ask about the souls taken away? It was obvious that they were in danger.

They didn't want to become the trophies of the other side after the war.

Luo Manping was hesitant to speak.

'You two, the old and the young, are very happy to answer questions, but wasn't the soul flag promised to me by the leader? Without the soul flag, I am just an empty shell even if I become the leader. And with the return of the ancestor, isn't this just a puppet position to take the blame? '

"Leaving?"

Luo Manping hesitated for a long time and finally asked this question.

Yang Wu bowed and said, "Uncle Luo, my father said that he chose you as the next leader. He hopes that you will bring my sister back after the sect is stable. She should come home after wandering for a long time."

Luo Manping said solemnly, "That's what I should do."

"It's just that the clan is empty..."

Yang Wu smiled and replied, "Grandpa is the strongest backing of the sect. A little loss is nothing. I believe that the sect will be more brilliant under the leadership of Grandpa and Uncle Luo, and will be far better than the former Ashura Sect and become a top clan."

"But you..."

"Uncle Luo, don't worry. If I finish my business with my senior and fulfill my promise, I will definitely come back."

"That's... okay."

Luo Manping didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at Tu Shanjun and bowed, "I wish you all the best!"

Tu Shanjun returned the greeting and said, "See you later."

...

Watching the open golden umbrella go away on the narrow forest path, Luo Manping looked at it for a long time, and he didn't look away until he could no longer see it.

"Don't look at it."

"The great sect can't keep him."

Luo Manping suddenly turned around and saw the old ancestor patting his shoulder with a smile.

"You have the talent of a hero, but not the appearance of an emperor."

Luo Shentong's eyes showed fascination: "Perhaps only the ancient emperor can make him willingly bow down to him."

"Or he can rise to the top against the tide in this life and stand at the top of the world. Otherwise, even if he has a mysterious weapon, he can only waste time and become a pile of dry bones on the road to immortality."

Later.