Chapter 967 Soul

Rise up!

It's like the abyss has descended.

The extremely terrifying aura of spirituality is like the final judgment of time given by the gods all over the sky.

The boundless mist opened up, forming a supreme realm. This realm froze everything, just like the demon lord stretched out his palm to grasp the boundless starry sky and the vast enemy.

All of this comes from the red-haired monk wearing a black and red robe and iron boots.

Feng Chengyin's eyes widened in horror.

His flesh and blood screamed and howled.

It wasn't until the young man standing next to Tushanjun opened up his protective aura and enveloped him that he was able to breathe.

There was a pop.

Slumped on the ground.

Breathing heavily.

His eyes were full of disbelief.

At that moment, he thought he would be like an insect witnessing the cataclysm of heaven and earth, quietly turning into dust.

If it hadn't been for the young man's intervention, he would have disappeared long ago.

"How could..." He thought the gap would be huge, but he didn't expect it to be a world of difference.

The owner of that back figure is clearly the god of the Nine Heavens and the Demon Lord of the Nine Abyss. Boundless darkness sweeps across the world, bringing about a terrifying hell that the world cannot understand at all.

Feng Chengyin, who didn't dare to stare, lowered his head.

However, he looked forward desperately as if unwilling to do so. He wanted to see the other person clearly. Is that really the monk who once lived with them in the small wilderness?

However, when he opened his eyes as hard as he could, he could only see those eyes that were like the deep starry sky, rotating the life and death of yin and yang. They trembled slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement, confusion, or emotion, or mixed with a few emotions. A faint fear that can't be seen clearly.

Follow Tushanjun's gaze.

It was an old man's hand.

old.

Dry.

Belongs to His Holiness alone.

It turns out that Master Jifeng has already broken through and become the Master of Transformation God.

However, no matter how many sages there are, Tushanjun will not have such a big reaction, just like when he met the sages of Tianyang Shenzong in Yangcheng, he had never had such a big reaction.

As Yang Wu saw, there was indeed a bit of unspeakable horror in his eyes.

The target of horror is the blood jade gourd in the hands of Lord Jifeng.

Lord Jifeng didn't expect Tushanjun to have such a big reaction.

Never would I have thought that after so many years, Tu Shanjun would have already taken the second step and become a being that surpassed everyone.

That divine power seemed to freeze the entire small wilderness.

Tu Shanjun tried his best to control his expression.

He said seriously: "Who gave you this gourd?"

His eyes were fixed on Venerable Jifeng, and his spiritual consciousness extended to completely cover Sunset Mountain.

This world is indeed held in Tu Shanjun's hands. As long as he thinks about it, Xuan Gong will be blessed, Taoism will burst out, and millions of mountains and rivers will be turned into powder in an instant.

Lord Jingfeng shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"He gave me this gourd."

"Let me wait for you here."

"If you come, I'll give you the gourd."

Yangwu didn't know why the Lord was like this. He didn't ask for details, but pressed the soul flag in his sleeve robe, and the Holy King was filled with mana.

At this moment, Yang Wu's eyes lit up, like the eternal burning sun.

As if facing a formidable enemy, he fully stretched out the Gang Qi that protected his body.

Tu Shanjun thought of many things in an instant.

He reached out and touched his forehead.

Take out a blood jade gourd.

"this……"

Lord Jifeng was shocked and quickly looked at the gourd in his hand, then looked at the gourd in Tushanjun's hand, and asked in disbelief: "Are these two gourds the same?"

"yes."

"Where do you get your gourds from?"

Tu Shanjun's eyes were focused and he said: "Ancestor from the Spirit Demon Sect."

"Spirit Demon Sect?!"

"It is said that this gourd comes from the 'Yuan Shengming Demon'."

Tu Shanjun didn't think that the person who gave the gourd to Lord Jifeng was Sijiu.

That person would not give the gourd to anyone, and Sijiu would never be able to bring someone back to life. If Lord Jifeng had not lied, he might have encountered the Yuan Shengming Demon.

Although Yan Fu said he didn't care in his tone, the more he said that, the more powerful he was.

Even the powerful ones know each other, but they seem to be separated by the sky and the abyss.

It is enough to show that the Holy Spirit Demon is far above Jambu.

And, very far!

"What did he say?"

"He didn't say anything." Lord Jifeng already knew that he couldn't get involved in these matters at all.

His ability to save his life was indeed due to Tushanjun. As he said, it seemed that everyone related to Tushanjun had more or less influenced their own destiny.

Either good or bad.

Everything is changing anyway.

"Since he didn't say it, how could senior know what he meant?"

“After he gave me the gourd, I understood.”

"Sound transmission?"

"Imprinting spiritual thoughts into the sea of ​​consciousness?"

"No."

Lord Jifeng shook his head and said: "There is no sound, no consciousness, no thoughts, no emotions, no words, nothing. He handed over the blood jade gourd, and I understood naturally that I have to wait here. You, and give you the gourd.”

"Why?"

"I don't understand." Lord Jifeng said and handed over the blood jade gourd.

When he saw this blood jade gourd, Tushanjun's scalp exploded.

This gourd is not just a gourd, but represents an existence that even Dao Lord cannot ignore. So what is the state of the other party? The most powerful Dao Lord is still Dao Lord, and that can only be above Dao Lord.

That is the so-called great supernatural power.

To answer or not to answer?

In Tushanjun's heart, heaven and man are at war.

Laughed.

Full of boundless bitterness.

Even with a bit of sadness.

He didn't know whether he should be proud or grateful.

Evil ghosts that were weak and unreachable back then are now able to attract the attention of those with great supernatural powers.

Now that the other party is coming to your door, you will definitely not be able to hide away. There is no fairness in this world, and it is common to use the strong to attack the weak.

What a struggle among the younger generation.

How can monks of the same level help each other?

Bullshit!

Facing the olive branch extended by Yuan Shengming Demon.

Tushanjun hesitated.

He thought he was very different from before.

Some people will never sell their souls, some people will not sell their souls until the end, and some people can only sell their souls.

Tushanjun doesn't even have a soul.

He is a weapon.

It was the souls of many brothers and sisters that slowly allowed him to possess his current strength.

Too weak to even be on the card table.

So now it seems that he finally has a chance to become a pawn.

Rely on the souls of brothers, sisters, disciples.

Have such an opportunity.

"Ah."

"ha."

"Hahaha!"

Laughing wildly.

Hilarious.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

The ethereal hoarse voice is really unpleasant to laugh at.

Enough laughing.

The red-haired evil ghost smiled ferociously and stretched out his ghost hand. The oval purple-black nails were simple and ancient, and he grabbed the blood jade gourd floating in the palm of the Lord Jifeng.

The hoarse voice was like a devil whispering: "Let me see what the Holy Ghost Demon has to teach you!"

Master Jifeng was dejected.

It wasn't because the gourd was taken away by Tushanjun, but because he felt the bitterness of Tushanjun's smile.

It's not joy at all but full of madness.

Not crazy, not live.

The maniacally laughing Taoist is the real devil.

Such an unparalleled genius has just had such an opportunity.

He is obviously the one in charge of the gourd, but he seems to be an outsider.

He is not even qualified to laugh.

The ghost hand touches the gourd.

A ripple slowly bloomed.

Clear sky.

green grass.

Under the vast sky is an endless Taoist palace interior, as if you are in a fairyland.

At the end of the mountain, there is a chess game.

The figure formed by the soft blood light turned its back to the people and looked at the distant land.

"You came."

There is no sound, no sound transmission, and no spiritual thoughts.

Just as Senior Jifeng said, when he saw the other person, he understood the meaning.

The figure obviously didn't speak or even move, but he naturally knew what the other person meant.

It's unbelievable.

The human figure is no longer limited to words, sounds, magic power, spiritual consciousness...

Wherever he stands, there is the source of the divine Buddha.

This is probably something that even the ancestor of the Yu family cannot do.

The great ancestor of the Yu family was originally the king of Sanhua Youdao.

Seeing it is like seeing the Tao.

"I am coming."

Of course Tushanjun cannot reach that level, he still has to rely on his words.

Rely on words to evolve meaning.

Tu Shanjun looked at the chess game in front of him.

He can not understand.

To be honest, Tu Shanjun doesn't understand chess. He has played it before. He relies on his powerful consciousness calculation to decide the outcome. Basically, it means relying on strength to crush and exhausting all techniques in order to win. But when he looked towards On the chessboard in front of him, he seemed to be caught in a dispute.

The chess game is infinitely varied.

"Yuanyang Territory, the forbidden land of gods."

Tushanjun had never seen such a powerful person before, and he made demands as if he couldn't refuse Tushanjun, and as if he had enough self-confidence not to be rejected.

Tu Shanjun refused: "I'm in a hurry to save people and don't have time."

"You are no match for him."

he?

Tushanjun knew who he was talking about.

Isn’t it the Taoist Lord of Jambudvipa?

He did not refute, unless he was the Taoist Lord, it would be foolish to think that he would attack the Taoist Lord as a saint.

Unless there are a billion Yin gods in the Zunhun Banner, and the ghost kings are all top holy kings, they will have a chance.

It's just a front line.

The difference between the Saint and the Dao Lord is the third and fourth steps. It is not the Transformation of God and Nascent Soul, which are originally on the same step, and there is still some chance of victory.

Tu Shanjun also knew that his hope of dealing with Yanfu was slim, so he planned to work on those two back-ups.

Even in the Asura Clan's forbidden area, he and the Asura Ancestor went head-to-head, and it seemed like he was not losing. In fact, it was not him that the Asura Clan was afraid of, but more likely the one who claimed to be guarding the ruins across the sea of ​​blood. boatman.

The old king seems to be very powerful, but he himself is weak.

The so-called illusory Taoist flower is like a flickering candle that can be extinguished at any time.

There is nothing to be proud of in defeating the opponent.

Tushanjun pondered.

Should we not go if there is little hope?

He still has to go.

Tu Shanjun paused and looked at the figure: "Can you save him?"

"My karma will protect him from death."

Tushanjun suddenly raised his lowered eyes.

Suddenly he laughed.

Yeah.

Why did the Yuan Shengming Demon come?

Lord Jambuddha is inherently involved in cause and effect.

The ancestor of the Spiritual Demon Sect can wash away the fishy smell.

But what about Jambuddha Taoist Lord himself?

Can he wash away the karma between himself and the Yuan Shengming Demon?