Chapter 968 Farewell

Chapter 968 Farewell

"So,"

"What's the price?"

The red-haired Ghost Saint lowered his hoarse voice.

Lift your eyes.

Yin and Yang rotate in the vastness, forming and destroying life and death.

Flashing slightly.

Tushanjun sometimes helps others, but he still has to receive payment.

Even if it's just a pot of wine.

A copper plate.

Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, he will collect it.

This is what he has always insisted on.

Therefore, he never expects others to help him unconditionally.

Priceless help from fate often comes at a huge cost in the future.

A pot of turbid wine is enough to cut off the contamination of cause and effect.

The figure stood still, like an insurmountable mountain. With his back to the chessboard, he stretched out his fingers.

There were no words or thoughts. It was as if the moment he pointed it out, Tu Shanjun knew what he should do, or where to go to complete the instructions given by Yuan Shengming Demon.

Tu Shanjun murmured: "Yuanyang Territory, the forbidden land of gods."

There is only such a place name and nothing else.

The figure held out the mist-covered palm, and a volume of ancient scriptures was written vividly, becoming a simple book in an instant.

The breeze blows.

The ancient book falls on the top of the chessboard.

Tu Shanjun grabbed the ancient book and opened the pages.

Nothing.

"No words?"

He closed the page and looked at the golden line writing the 'Divine Pharmacopoeia'.

A horrifying thought appeared in Tushanjun's mind.

It's not like this ancient book is about how to nourish the magical medicine that was sealed in the great world in his body.

However, there are no words in this scripture.

What about the words above?

"The wordless scripture!" Tu Shanjun's expression changed.

Not caring much, he took out all the spiritual stone savings he had accumulated over the years.

Obviously it was just a mist, but he could see the figure showing a satisfied look and nodding like a child.

Then he pointed out the words, and the wordless scriptures immediately appeared like printed words, but in an instant, the kung fu classics turned into words.

"Pan Peach in the Divine Medicine Chapter of the Spiritual Demon Pharmacopoeia."

Glancing at the title page, his dark pupils trembled slightly.

At the same time, a question also arises in my mind, whether the former founder of the Spiritual Demon Sect also obtained the magic of Yuan Shengling Demon, otherwise it would be impossible to explain those bizarre, reasonable but imaginative magical powers.

"Why choose me?"

"strange."

Figures cherish words like gold.

No, he didn't even need to say a word.

"Can't those with great supernatural powers cross borders?"

silence.

"Senior, are you still active in the practice world?"

Still silent.

No message was answered to Tu Shanjun.

In fact, sometimes not answering is also an answer.

However, Tushanjun's level is too low, like a loach in the quagmire, unable to imagine the world of real dragons.

Just like before today, he thought that everyone needed words. He really didn't expect that he could make people understand his meaning without using spiritual consciousness and words.

It's as if the two of them are not in the same dimension at all.

There is no point in asking those questions.

It is better to seek another useful scripture.

Tu Shanjun searched for it and looked embarrassed. He had no resources to exchange for the scriptures. Even if Yuan Shengsheng Demon gave him the scriptures, he could not understand the wordless scriptures.

After thinking about it, I wanted to exchange it for the Yinhun Pill.

Unexpectedly, the figure waved his hand unexpectedly.

"This is great stuff!"

The figure waved again.

"I see."

Tu Shanjun threw the ancient scripture into the soul-honoring flag.

He cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Before I have the ability to defeat Lord Jambudvipa, I hope that senior's cause and effect is indeed as powerful as I imagined."

The figure still didn't move, and the mist transformed by the spirit stone only made the figure want to dissipate for a moment.

It was as if he didn't care about the words of the red-haired ghost saint at all. What he said was the supreme law and the promise of the great road, and there would be no variables at all.

Ants cannot understand the Great Way, and there is no need for him to explain it to ants.

"I still have some things I haven't dealt with."

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and said.

The figure did not give Tushanjun time to explain.

Give it a gentle push.

The surrounding world collapsed.

Tushanjun suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked down and saw that his palm was holding a blood jade gourd.

The three people beside him had different expressions.

Yang Wu quickly approached and whispered: "Sir, are you okay?"

Tu Shanjun raised his hand to indicate that it was okay, turned to look at Venerable Jifeng, cupped his hands and said, "Without senior, I'm afraid my trip would have been a disaster. I would also like to thank senior for having such a mysterious experience."

Venerable Jifeng looked solemn, flashed a look of guilt, and returned the courtesy: "If it wasn't related to you, I might really be dead. If you want to say thank you, I should be the one to thank you.

"I have no choice but to bring the blood jade gourd back, and I hope you won't blame me."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

He won't blame Master Jifeng.

If he can't even become a chess player with his level of cultivation, how can he expect a dying person to control his own destiny.

In the eyes of the great monk, they are all ants that can be crushed to death with one kick.

Not to mention destiny.

Destiny is so intertwined into a big web.

If it weren't for the connection between Master Jifeng and Tu Shanjun, Yuan Shengsheng Demon would not take action, and Master Jifeng's breakthrough was due to the funding of senior Yueyan, and this funding allowed Yuan Shengsheng Demon to use cause and effect to save the life of senior Yueyan.

It was obviously nothing to do with each other, but it has remained as it is today.

Generally speaking, if you sow good causes, you will get good results.

Good people are rewarded.

However, sometimes this good news is not seen by others.

Tu Shanjun's immortal ghost eyes are extremely profound.

"Junior, take your leave."

"Please also say hello to that old friend for me."

"I will."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and immediately walked out of the hall with Yang Wu.

Yang Wu was confused and didn't understand the change in the Lord's attitude. He didn't intervene and just stood aside with his hands down, waiting for the Lord's next instructions.

Tu Shanjun walked in the air without saying a word.

"Go back to Yangcheng."

Tear open the void of the domain barrier.

A few moments.

The two have returned to Yangcheng.

This time, Tushanjun walked to the main hall without covering up his figure.

The new city lord came in a hurry.

He saw the two people in Zhengyang Hall at a glance.

One of them has red hair and two horns.

Calm demeanor.

The young man standing next to the man raised his eyes at the top of his head. He was different from ordinary people and more powerful. Just seeing the scorching gaze was like the sun embedded in the eye hole, which could burn the world.

"Juniors, please don't stop and welcome the seniors."

The new city lord bowed his hands and bowed.

"You know me?" Tu Shanjun was slightly surprised.

The new city lord stood up slightly and said: "The ancestor's letter arrived in Yangcheng half a moment ago, saying that he asked me to light incense and burn talismans on the top of the city, and respectfully shout "Tushanjun" three times, and then he can call the seniors to come. Thinking that the juniors haven’t done it yet, the seniors are already here.”

Tu Shanjun said in a deep voice: "Ancestor?"

"My ancestor is the Great Sage Yuyan."

"The ancestor said that the person who came to look for the talisman was his brother."

"I think he is the senior."

The new city lord did not dare to show off and presented the letter: "This is the letter that the ancestor asked the junior to give to the senior."

Tu Shanjun took the letter and was surprised to find that it was indeed a sealed and honest letter. Except for his spiritual consciousness, others could only destroy it violently, so his spiritual consciousness swept away and the words jumped out.

"My brother, Tiger King, sees words like face. I am very relieved to hear that you are alive. I can guess to some extent, and Jinghong's performance has strengthened my guess."

"..."

"..."

"I know that when you opened the inheritance place, you probably wanted to use the other two people to plot against Lord Jambudvipa."

"I'm afraid brother is going to make a mistake."

"The power of Lord Jambuddha cannot be competed by you and me."

"This is what I should solve myself."

"Brother, I came here just to get to know you better."

"Don't think about it."

"broken."

"It's broken, it's broken, it's broken!"

Tu Shanjun clutched the letter tightly and was shocked.

His return prompted Taoist Brother Yuyan to take action against Taoist Jambudvipa in advance, and the meaning in the letter could not be more obvious.

Yueyan did not want to implicate Tushanjun, so he chose to tell him at this moment, which meant that Tushanjun should not return to Donghuang, because even if he returned to Donghuang, he would not be able to find him.

This move is undoubtedly to protect Tushanjun, who has already become famous.

Otherwise, perhaps what awaits Tu Shanjun is another Tao Lord holding the banner.

Tushanjun's original intention when he returned to Yangcheng was to write a letter to Yueyan, and he had found a great supporter for him. Now...

etc.

If Yuan Shengming Demon hadn't said empty words.

Then Daoist Brother Yuyan's trip may not be as dangerous as imagined.

But only if you don't die.

Tushanjun is safe.

Immortality is already excellent.

Bada.

Oval purple-black nails fell on the armrest.

"How long have we been away from the Asura clan in the underworld?"

Yang Wu was slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect Tushanjun to ask this question, but he calculated it carefully, counted his fingers, and then handed over his hands and said, "My lord, it has been five years."

The spirit boat sailing across the domain greatly shortens the time, but after all, the two realms are far away, and five years is already the fastest.

"Five years."

Tu Shanjun looked at Yang Wu and continued: "Are you homesick?"

Yang Wu's eyes couldn't help but shrink, as if they suddenly became needlepoints.

He did not answer, but saluted and said: "The Martingale is willing to ride in front of and behind the horse. I just ask that you don't drive the Martingale away."

At this moment, Luo Tianfeng, who had been hiding deeply and seemed to be dead, appeared in Yangwu Consciousness Sea.

Luo Tianfeng's expression was solemn.

Others don't know, but he knows it very well.

The souls who control the Soul Banner may not be able to escape the control of the Soul Banner at all. Perhaps if they want to leave, the only way to leave is if Tu Shanjun asks them to let them go.

Therefore, when Tushanjun spoke, he also appeared together.

He persuaded Yang Wu to agree.

This may be their once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Who would have expected that Yang Wu, a bastard, would refuse.

It should be noted that once one enters that soul flag, one will no longer have any sanity and can only act as a slave soul and be driven by the person in charge.

"I can't leave!"

Martingale Wu Pu Tong knelt on the ground.

"No kneeling."

Tushanjun was furious.

Lift up the martingale.

Arrange the collar and hair crown for Yangwu.

He patted the shoulder where dust should not have been.

He said softly: "It's time for you to go."

"It's time for me to go too."

"It's time for us to go our separate ways at this point."

"It's a pity that I can't let go of your soul."

Yang Wu's eyes widened, as if he thought this matter could turn around.

"Although I can't let go of your soul, I can let go of your body." Tushanjun spread his palm and turned a blood jade gourd.

Immediately afterwards.

The brilliant light burst out and swept over Yang Wu.

The Zunhun Banner in Yang Wu's sleeve suddenly flew out and kept shrinking to the size of sesame seeds and put into the gourd.

Yang Wu suddenly found that the connection between him and Zunhun Banner was cut off by unknown magical power.

His spiritual consciousness swept.

He was surprised to find that he had no soul.

But how can a person survive without a soul?

Without a soul, he is just a walking corpse, so how did he preserve all his memories and emotions.

"Why is this?!"

Later.