Chapter 1026 Soul Summoning

Chapter 1026 Soul Summoning

The purple air stretches across 30,000 miles, and the sea of ​​thunder surges.

At the end of the thunder, a vast expanse of divine ruins emerges, seemingly real or illusory.

The saint's calamity has arrived.

The young man holding the soul flag has not made any move yet, but his magic power has already driven the soul flag like a waterfall of stars.

Black and red fog, the sky is vast, covering the sun and the moon, and the clouds are sweeping across the top.

The shape of the moon, the fire of the sun, the mysterious water opens the thick gap of the earth.

The clouds rushing into the sky suddenly tear apart the thunder and lightning above, and the originally magnificent sky seems to be pierced with a hole and turned into a bowl of sea.

The turbid air is emptied, and the clear air collides.

It is like the ancient military drums and music blooming completely.

Until a crisp sound fell, the world immediately paused, and even the music and thunder of the formation were silent.

A tall monk wearing a robe of hell's transformation walked slowly on the flat surface cast by Xuantian black water.

Ripples emerged and turned into fluctuations of life and death.

The avenue roared, breaking the yin and yang rotation.

The fog was heavy, and the evil followed.

The blue-white palm was raised.

He grasped it in the air.

An illusory soul flag appeared in his hand.

Gently shaking.

The soul flag turned over, and the avenue went backwards.

The terrifying thunder tribulation above had not yet taken shape, but was dispersed by the monk holding the flag, and turned into turbid air and sank down. Then the illusory soul flag moved slightly, and the many mysterious breaths like fairy cotton were absorbed by the soul flag.

The saint thunder tribulation that was about to take shape just now disappeared in an instant.

The two corrupt Dao Lords were shocked.

Although they were not afraid of the saint thunder tribulation, they did not want to be involved in the avenue when it was shaky at this point.

They did not want to easily take away the calamity cloud and turn the danger into safety after the spirit of the magic weapon reappeared.

This was not the method that a newly-entered Dao Lord should use.

I am afraid that even in their prime, they could not easily resist the thunder of disaster for the younger generation.

The monk in the big bamboo hat had a look of surprise in his eyes, followed by relief.

"Where is the thunder tribulation?"

"No."

"Taken away by the Daoist Spirit."

"Daoist Spirit..., this is the ancestor level in any sect..."

"Not only that, the Daoist Master will have a moment when his life span will end. Each of these supreme divine weapons is enough to support the sect to continue to prosper in the world."

Boom!

The decayed Daoist Master with cold breath broke through the void and stepped on the world again.

He looked at the Daoist Spirit in the robe, surrounded by the mysterious breath of immortal cotton, and then moved to the young man holding the soul flag, and finally looked at the monk in the big bamboo hat.

He frowned and took a half step back, and was particularly alert to the top operation of the mysterious art, ready to activate the divine weapon to deal with the current situation.

"Master!"

The young monk was surprised and happy, and blurted out.

Tushanjun stood still and looked over. His eyes, like those in the deep demon abyss, flashed with a moving expression. He opened his mouth slightly, but did not say anything to blame.

After a long time, he slowly uttered a sentence.

Hoarse and full of complexities: "My disciple is well, I am very relieved!"

Wu Rong suddenly felt a surge of pain in his heart.

He took two steps forward, stopped, and was about to kneel and said: "Disciple..."

Tushanjun came forward and lifted up Wu Rong who was bending over.

He had proved with his actions that he did not blame Wu Rong.

There was no need to say a thousand words.

The master's hand had a faint coolness, like the main pole of the Zunhun Banner, but the coolness was not piercing but very gentle. Being held by this hand, there was only a warmth.

Wu Rong slowly stood up.

At the moment when the thunder tribulation was dispersed by the Zunhun Banner, he had become a saint.

One step to become a saint, refining the false and true!

The way of life ghosts is too compatible with the soul banner.

Wu Rong had not entered the third step before, not because of his poor talent, nor because his path was about to end, but because he wanted to polish himself to the extreme at the peak of the second step.

He had been waiting for an opportunity, that is, to forge a real soul flag.

Only in this way can he completely realize his life ghost road.

Unfortunately, he worked for a long time, but even with the guidance of Datou, he could not forge a soul flag.

This time, he wanted to watch his master become a Taoist and recreate the world, but he did not expect that the cultivator in charge of the soul flag was wiped out by the Taoist Lord. Wu Rong suddenly felt that he could not let the soul flag fall into the hands of others, so he begged the senior to help.

Datou was very happy, and took him into the battlefield without hesitation.

Wu Rong clenched the soul flag.

He finally became a saint.

Thinking back to the time when he was pushed around by the family as a bargaining chip, it was the sect that protected him.

After entering the sect, he could not practice.

I don’t know how many people are waiting to see his joke.

Entering the Ghost Peak, accompanied by demons and monsters, listening to the master's preaching of the Great Dao, finally opening the path of the Dao.

Defying fate and changing destiny, the Dao string is Rong.

Seeing that things were getting better, he heard the news of the master's death.

He was very reluctant and didn't want to believe that it was true. He was uneasy in his heart and had nowhere to tell. The bitterness at that time made him feel that he seemed to be like this.

Don't mention how excited he was when he heard that the master came out of retreat.

The uncle sat in meditation.

It's not that he had to fight for the position of the head.

The enemy is at hand.

Who can take the order in times of crisis? !

Except for himself, he doesn't trust anyone. If he can't take the master away, he will naturally sit on the position of the head of Taiyi Sect.

Unexpectedly, the uncle of the upper sect came, but it was fate that found that the uncle drove away their master and apprentice. Even if Wu Rong had thousands of words, he could only be a dog without a home.

He hesitated for too long in the first half of his life.

Long enough to write a long and great work.

‘I don’t ask for God’s mercy, our lives are in our own hands.’

…

Tu Shanjun, who helped Wu Rong up, stared coldly at the sky. His good words towards his disciple disappeared without a trace. Instead, he was filled with boundless anger. His bloody mouth was full of fangs, and he spit out the hoarseness and ferocity of an evil spirit.

"It's too much!"

"Is such an invisible attack the code of conduct of Guxian Tower?!"

The great supernatural power must have taken action just now.

Otherwise it wouldn't be that fast.

Tushanjun didn't even react.

Although he had not yet developed new powers at that time, he had already achieved enlightenment.

Who would have thought that a person with great supernatural powers could be so powerful.

Without any leverage, how could he defend himself against the attacks of those with great supernatural powers?

All he can count on is Tianjun.

It's a pity that Tianjun's warning and measures did not come.

Naturally, Tu Shanjun could not anger Tianjun. He should not have pinned all his hopes on a suppressed god.

But how to guard against it?

Unprepared.

If you don't have great supernatural powers, even the coming of the great avenue will not be able to stop the opponent from taking action.

"It's my fault."

Tianjun's lost words came.

His voice was full of frustration and loneliness.

After all, he was not the former Zhengfa Yan Tian Shenjun, and he lived up to his courage, and he did not expect that the 'Yuan Shengsheng Demon' did not take action.

He knew that he was no match for the great supernatural power, but he was enough to deal with Dao Lord, so he said, "I will take action."

In fact, he also placed his treasure on the Yuan Shengming Demon.

Now he realized that Tu Shanjun's words did not count even if he did not make the decision.

Yuan Shengming Demon didn't want to take action, and even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, he couldn't get him to help.

Yuan Tong took a step forward, and the light around him slowly faded to reveal his figure, and he said calmly: "The battle between orthodoxy is a life-and-death struggle. God is not the right way. He should be buried in history, drowned by the endless past, and should not be exhumed to wake up. Who will wake up? To revive the path of Shinto, all the immortals in the world will fight against it!"

"My Immortal Tower is upright and aboveboard."

"Half of the Forbidden Land belongs to the Immortal Tower. You, a thief, stole into the Forbidden Land and drained the divine blood to forge divine weapons. You should have suffered such a calamity."

"What's not acceptable?"

Tianjun was furious.

Roared: "Shit!"

"The forbidden land of God is transformed by my divine body. Whoever I want to give it to, I will use you to judge it."

Yuan Tong laughed and said, "The Lord Tian is so majestic."

"It's a pity that the spoils of war don't qualify you to speak."

There is not even any autonomy to participate in the distribution of the spoils. In the end, the winner is the king or the loser. There are not many things that Tianjun can do.

Tu Shanjun is not a thief. He came to the forbidden land at the invitation of Yuan Shengming Demon, and most of what he did was in accordance with the instructions of Yuan Shengming Demon.

And the Yuan Shengming Demon is the Taoist door in Tianjun's mouth.

Daomen owns half of the forbidden land.

Now it seems that it is a battle between Daomen and Guxian Tower.

Gods and immortals are just excuses and righteousness used to pull flags.

Could it be that a small divine person in form could reverse destiny and restart Shinto?

Not to mention that others don't believe it, I'm afraid even Tianjun himself doesn't believe it.

Shouhe is more like a seed of hope, proving that Shinto still has potential and hope, but it is not the key to controlling Shinto.

The real key is now in the hands of some great powers, and the future is in the hands of the general public.

In the end, is the right way for gods or immortals? Or, is it better for gods or immortals?

No one can say for sure.

Time will give the answer, and all living beings will give the answer.

Tu Shanjun doesn't want answers, and he doesn't pursue any answers.

If he kills someone, it is related to righteousness, saying that it is the opposition of gods, the struggle of orthodoxy, the overall situation is overwhelming and no one can stop it, and then telling Tushanjun to fight against him is to fight against the immortals in the world.

Wouldn't it be to impose one's own faults on the people of the world?

No one in the world enjoys any blessings, but the misfortunes must be shared equally.

How innocent are the people in the world?

Murder must be paid with life, and debt must be paid with money. This is a matter of course.

Tushanjun's eyes gradually turned cold.

Hide your anger.

There are thousands of truths in this world, but they are useless.

Only the fist is the eternal truth.

Since Yuan Tong said that the spoils of war do not qualify him to speak, let's have a thorough fight to see who really has the qualifications!

"Come!"

The ghost king croaked.

The soul-honoring flag wavers.

The black and red chains dragged out a shackled soul from the void.

The moment the soul emerged from the void, it was taken away by the divine soldiers.

All the cultivators were shocked.

"He is the ancestor of true cultivation."

"Didn't he get crushed and killed by the Emperor's shadow reflected by the Dao of Heaven?"

"I killed him, but I didn't expect that he would be recovered by the divine soldiers after falling into the void of the domain."

The Holy Lords were astonished and at the same time were even more in awe of the magic weapon.

At this moment, they also saw that all the monks killed by the divine soldiers had to become the souls of the divine soldiers and could no longer be free. What a terrifying thing this was.

Especially when the magic weapon is the first to practice life and death after achieving the Great Dao, the Taoist Lord of Life and Death has a very obvious advantage over the old Taoist Lords who have reached the end of their lifespan.

When the soul of Taoist Lord Shoujin, disguised as the Demon King, was taken away by the soul flag, Lord Tushan's Taoist breath rose rapidly.

A divine soul allowed Tu Shanjun to completely stabilize his Taoist realm.

Tu Shanjun still only had endless coldness in his eyes.

Shake the soul flag again.

The Ghost King chants:

"Ouyang Qiuxian."

"The soul is back!"

Later.