Chapter 965: Non-Seeing

Chapter 965: Non-Seeing

The door slowly opened.

The white glow filled the door.

Tushanjun standing in front of the steps is no longer the same as before.

His immortal eyes easily penetrated the light.

The inside is still as glorious as before, with a blue sky and green grass. The soft light casts a sacred veil over everything, as if walking into a fairyland.

"Wait for me outside the door." Tushanjun instructed Yangwu.

"Okay."

Yangwu nodded without saying anything.

Tushanjun asked Yangwu to wait outside because he wanted to separate the soul flag and the main soul.

If this is a trap set by Yanfu Daojun, his body can be reshaped by the soul flag if he dies here.

Step into the door.

It seems that time has stopped, and the collapse of the year was just a dream.

Click.

The black and red cloud boots fell to the ground, and Tushanjun with double horns on his head slowly approached.

It was still the crooked and lush tree, and it was still three completely withered and extinct cushions. He still remembered that there was a female cultivator sitting cross-legged here, as well as another green cushion.

Tushanjun stretched out his finger and touched his forehead.

A blood jade gourd was spinning in the center of his palm.

This gourd was originally a personal belonging of the ancestor of the Lingmo Sect, but later the man did not want Sijiu to take it away, so he gave it to Tushanjun.

Sijiu knew that he could not take advantage of this game, so he left his magic and went to Yuanyang Domain, and changed his name to Dunyi, wanting to find a ray of hope for himself.

Although Yanfu Daojun said that he could wash away the bloody smell of Yuansheng Holy Demon on the ancestor of Lingmo, Tushanjun did not think Yanfu could do it completely.

The power of Yuansheng Holy Demon is invisible and intangible, but it can deeply affect the details.

It is also possible that Yuansheng Holy Demon does not pay attention to the ancestor of Lingmo Sect, so he can get rid of the influence of himself after reincarnation in Lingmo Sect.

Since this blood jade gourd was once her property, Tushanjun can use the soul-chasing technique to find the former owner of the blood jade gourd.

This method might lead to the wrong person, so Tushanjun came back here to look for clues about the Spirit Demon Sect.

Unexpectedly, the three cushions were intact, which saved him countless efforts.

The blue-white ghost hand clawed.

The cushion fell into his hand.

It was refined in an instant.

He twisted it to the extreme and took out the breath that was different from the cushion and the ancient wood.

As the Wanye Tiansha Fire burned, some spiritual breath was twisted out.

The oval purple-black nails clamped the light breath, and then Tushanjun put it into the blood jade gourd.

Buzz.

Tushanjun shook the gourd in his hand.

"Chasing souls!"

The cold light flashed.

The narrowed eyes opened.

A horrified thought flashed through Tushanjun's mind.

Is reincarnation really like other cultivators say, reincarnating again with the true spirit?

If so, this kind of authority should belong to heaven and earth, or at least there should be a huge and terrifying force controlling it.

In this case, can other cultivators really reincarnate whenever they want, and can they also "customize" it according to their own wishes?

Even if Yanfu Daojun is a powerful person in the Three Flower Realm like the ancestor of the Yu family, I am afraid he does not have such power.

No matter what reincarnation is, in short, Tushan Jun has locked the location of the ancestor of the Lingmo Sect through pursuit.

As long as you find the other party, check the essence and life of the other party's life, and reverse it, you can basically know how reincarnation works.

Looking at another cushion, Tushan Jun murmured in a deep voice: "Old Monster Jing."

The incense tree in the cave was absorbed by the Zunhun Banner, and Old Monster Jing turned into evil spirit and merged into the Soul Banner.

It stands to reason that the soul banner should be used to find that person. Maybe it is because Old Monster Jing turned into evil spirit instead of the soul. Fortunately, a trace of the other party's breath can be extracted from the cushion.

...

"Who?!"

The furious shout came from the sky.

A figure wrapped in infinite anger descended.

The overwhelming pressure was like a dark cloud covering the sun, as if to suppress everything under his own inspiration.

The owner of the figure obviously had enough strength in the small wilderness.

Because he was the only god-transforming master in the small wilderness.

Bang!

The monk wearing Yangyan robes and a golden crown looked directly at the monk on the long steps, then turned to look at the open door, and shouted: "Who dares to open my Yangcheng underground palace without authorization!"

The tall monk standing at the end of the long steps stood still.

His expression did not even move.

He kept his eyes on the huge bronze door in front of him.

"Looking for death!"

The new city lord was furious and opened his mouth to offer a flaming flying knife.

The Taoist soldier was like a spark of divine light that tore through everything.

Dazzling in the world.

Clang.

The flying knife stopped immediately.

It was not that the tall monk used magic or magic weapons to resist, but just the spiritual energy that was shaken out, as if the space was completely frozen, and nothing could move forward.

Even the Taoist soldiers of the Divine Transformation Monk were like toys that had been paused.

The new city lord's eyes shrank to the size of needles, and he trembled constantly.

He couldn't even see who the opponent was with his full-strength attack, not to mention the vast pressure like the sky that pressed down, causing his upright body to bend down.

It seemed that if he dared to resist, he would be suppressed into a pool of blood.

"What?!"

"How could there be such a person!"

The new city lord was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Could it be, a saint?"

The new city lord turned the storage ring, took out a token, and was about to reach out and crush it.

"Stop!"

A young man's voice came.

It was as if an invisible pillar of heaven had trapped the new city lord inside, freezing even his consciousness completely.

Boom.

Feng Chengyin fell down.

His cultivation was not enough to support him, so he fell down, and his whole body was stuck to the ground and unable to move.

He tried his best to turn his head to see the new city lord clearly, but he could only see the frozen trembling and speechless horror on the new city lord's face in horror.

"What's going on?" Feng Chengyin was panicked.

The new city lord is a god-transforming venerable.

Although he usually disguises himself as a Yuanying cultivator, the power of a venerable is not something that a Yuanying can contend with.

How could even the city lord show such an expression.

What is that figure in the distance?

The cultivator at the end of the high level glanced slightly, and the soaring horn was reflected in the eyes of the two people, with black hair, black eyes, and the illusory eyeball in the center of the horn turned.

He was like an immortal king, standing quietly at the top of the world, calmly looking down at all the mortals who wanted to see him.

"You should be thankful that I don't like killing people."

"Otherwise you would have died when you broke into this place."

"Don't move."

"At least before the adults leave!"

The tall one-horned young man said lightly.

It was like thunder filling his ears.

Feng Chengyin's pupils shrank slightly.

This terrifying figure was like an invincible god.

And there was another 'adult' in his mouth.

Then, what kind of person was this adult.

Or, is this still a cultivator?

When did such a terrifying existence appear in the small wilderness.

It's not that the great cultivators don't like the barren land at all, because there is no huge spiritual vein here that can carry them.

Feng Chengyin was completely desperate.

When he heard these words, he made a conclusion about his life.

In the eyes of the great man, they were like dust and insects, and they took the initiative to get stained with the filth on the iron boots of the great man, which could be cleaned at any time and would definitely be eliminated.

The new city lord had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He roared hoarsely: "I don't care who you are. This is the city of Tianyang Divine Sect and the dojo of Great Sage Yunyan."

"You shouldn't have come!"

Yang Wu calmly looked at the city lord who had tried his best to tear open a divine voice, and said nonchalantly: "To my master, the Holy King is also an ant."

He waved his hand and pressed down to completely imprison him.

Immediately.

The city lord felt that his body could no longer move.

He even didn't have the ability to crush the token to let the ancestor know.

Also came with endless horror.

What is a Holy King?

An existence that can only be respected when standing at the peak of the Refining Void Realm.

In the mouth of the one-horned young man, it was an ant.

The other party's eyes were not fake, that was a kind of confidence, as if it was really easy to hunt down the Holy King.

"Alien?!"

The new city lord's eyes were burning, an alien race that was completely different from human cultivation.

I don't know the purpose, I don't know where it came from.

But, the other party was so powerful that it made people despair.

"I must inform the ancestor."

The city lord found that even his own thoughts were becoming slower, as if his sea of ​​consciousness could not think under the suppression of this magic.

Buzz.

The black and red robe fluttered.

Red hair cascaded.

The top corner pointed diagonally to the blue sky.

A cultivator who was more than seven feet tall walked out of the bronze giant door that emitted a soft light.

"How did these two people know about the changes here?"

The main soul of the black and red robe muttered.

He didn't intend to ask.

Perhaps the opening of the gate alarmed the cultivators in Yangcheng.

This person is a pure Tianyang Divine Sect Taoism, and should be a cultivator of the Tianyang Divine Sect in the East Wilderness Realm. In this case, just modify the other party's memory directly.

As for the other person.

He looks a little familiar.

It is a wonderful thing to meet an acquaintance here, but he still doesn't plan to talk to the other party.

Sometimes, it is better not to know each other.

Feng Chengyin stared at the black and red figure who was walking over.

He would not make a mistake.

He would never mistake that dark red hair.

Even if the other person's appearance had changed slightly, he would never mistake that pair of eyes, let alone the green-faced, fang-toothed face and the same eyes as before.

"It's him!"

Feng Chengyin screamed in his heart.

However, he couldn't make a sound.

'One sound. '

'Even one sound would be fine. '

As long as he called out the other person's name, the other person would definitely recognize him.

Yang Wu looked surprised.

I didn't see this person's expression change so drastically just now.

I think he knows the adults.

Yang Wu immediately relaxed a little.

Feng Chengyin watched the oval purple-black nails getting closer and closer to his forehead.

Until it hit.

A ray of coldness was about to penetrate his soul.

"Tu Shanjun!"

The main soul, no, Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

It was considered meeting an old friend.

Feng Chengyin shouted: "My senior brother wants to see you!"

"Why do we have to meet..."

Tu Shanjun was stunned and frowned: "I heard from Senior Yunyan that Senior Jifeng died a long time ago."

Feng Chengyin let out a long breath.

Fortunately.

It was almost there.

He was almost speechless.

"Yes."

"My senior brother died, but he came back to life."

"Resurrection from the dead?"

Tu Shanjun slowly retracted his fingers.

He didn't want to see anyone when he returned to the small wilderness.

Even if the old friend was in person, he would erase the other person's memory.

But now it seems that Master Jifeng must be seen!