Chapter 1030 Return to the Wilderness

Chapter 1030 Return to the Wilderness

Tai Jing, who saluted, could not get a response for a long time.

This made him wonder.

Immediately, he looked up at the elders sitting in the seats and the sect elders sitting on the left and right. He saw that the three elders had different expressions, but none of them expressed any clear opinions on this matter.

Without a clear opinion, it was obvious that he did not want to send troops to rescue, so Taijing frowned and said eagerly: "Elder..."

The elder at the table was wearing a white gold robe of dark clouds and clear air, with a crown of flying flowers on his head. There was no gloomy expression on his long and thin face. He always raised his palm calmly, interrupted Taijing's next words, and said : "Tai Jing, you should know where the Zhengfa Divine Forbidden Land in Yuanyang Region is."

"Even the sect has to pay a high price to send you two senior brothers and sisters into it."

"It's not that we can easily use troops if we want to."

"yes."

The slightly plump elder on the left hand sighed: "One move can affect the whole body. It is the time for the sect to recuperate. If you use weapons without permission at this moment, I'm afraid you will be made a fuss about."

"But……"

Tai Jing was immediately annoyed by the elders' resistance: "Aren't we going to save him?"

"Hey, it's not that we don't want to help, but we need to consider this matter carefully."

The elder on the right waved his hand slightly.

He said earnestly and thoughtfully: "Although you have been practicing for a long time, you don't understand the dangers of the human heart. If this is just a cover, or another conspiracy against the sect, how should we deal with the people involved in it."

Taijing also calmed down after hearing this.

He was indeed impulsive.

However, he felt that Tu Shanjun definitely did not do such a thing just to frame the sect.

But as the elder said, the water depth is very deep, and it is not just a matter of sending troops if you can.

Just because Tushanjun won't frame him, doesn't mean that others won't make a fuss about it.

Taijing sighed and asked: "What... should we do?"

"This matter will be discussed later."

…

The depth of the footprints.

The waiter at the inn was washing the dust off the long flag and greeting the passing merchants.

Arrange for the carriages and horses to stop, and invite everyone into the inn to order a pot of hot tea.

Pedestrians in twos and threes were noisy, mostly complaining about the bad weather and the difficulty of going out.

The scholars at the south end were unpacking their backpacks and reading books, the merchants at the north were discussing interesting things, and a table gathered at the east end was talking about their experiences and stories, saying that they encountered wild ghosts blocking the way.

"Is there really a ghost?"

The scholar didn't believe it.

"Yes, our brothers passed by Changpo last night, and we heard the sound of soldiers and horses training on the ridge. Hey, it was very dark."

What the young man in the east said was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

The merchant from the north laughed and said: "Little brother, don't believe these things. Since there are ghost soldiers, there must be a ghost king. How can we let them escape?"

Another old man spoke up and said: "Originally, we were in danger of escaping. The ghost soldiers had already surrounded us. Unexpectedly, a Taoist wearing dark red Taoist robes appeared from the sky. The Taoist strode forward while twisting the secrets. He just grabbed him. He captured the Ghost King on Changpo Ridge and immediately flew into the air. "

"That must be a practicing immortal master."

"Are there really immortals?!"

The scholar was shocked and surprised.

The waiter in the store joked, "I've heard about it too. Yesterday there was a huge thunderstorm on the mountain. They said it was the Heavenly Master catching ghosts."

Everyone was talking.

The door curtain shook.

A tall figure squeezed in.

He took off his bamboo hat, put it on the table, and said calmly: "A pot of tea and a bowl of plain noodles!"

"Okay, sir..."

The waiter took a closer look.

The person sitting at the table is a Taoist.

Wearing a large dark red robe.

The fair face is very handsome, and the aquiline nose not only does not ruin it, but adds a bit of sharpness to it.

The Taoist's appearance stopped everyone's speech.

None of them seemed to have thought that just now they were talking about an immortal master wearing a dark red robe. At this moment, someone dressed like this walked in. They couldn't make up their minds for a while and could only keep quiet.

Plain noodles and tea were served on the table. The red-robed Taoist picked up his chopsticks but frowned.

Bada.

Put down the chopsticks.

The Taoist looked to the east and said, "Yesterday, when I saw you, you were still surrounded by clean air. Today, when I see you again, you are filled with foul air."

As the red-robed Taoist finished speaking, he picked up a bundle and placed it on the table. The bundle was slowly opened, and it was a human head. The eyes of the human head turned slightly and looked at the people in the east. He opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "That's it. They! I kindly gave them a ride, but they killed me because they wanted my goods.”

The expressions of several people on the east side changed drastically, and they drew their swords one after another.

The Taoist waved his hand slightly, and those people turned into sand and dust, and all their souls were taken away.

"My fellow Taoist, this is inappropriate."

Wu Rong looked sideways.

It was the harmless-looking scholar who spoke.

"If they make a mistake, they will naturally be condemned by the secular government. Taoist friends are outsiders and break the rules by taking action without permission. Don't say whether they deserve to be punished or not. After all, this is under the jurisdiction of Tianyang Shenzong. How can Taoist friends kill people if they want to? ." The scholar stood up slowly, his whole body glowing like a scorching little sun.

Wu Rong had no intention of concealing his figure or behavior. He glanced at the other party and said calmly: "I am not a Bodhisattva Buddha in the West. I only kill but never cross."

The scholar took off his disguise and said in a cold voice: "Taoist friends have great murderous intentions. How is this behavior different from that of a demon?"

"Who are you?"

"Tianyang Shenzong, Xu Shi."

The Taoist in dark red robes raised his fingers, calculated, and said in a slightly more relaxed tone: "It's still fair."

As soon as the words fell, there was no Taoist figure in the whole world. The travelers who were chatting and laughing just now didn't seem to notice at all. Only the scholar stood there blankly.

That didn't count as a move at all, but Xu Shi clearly felt invincible.

It seems like a vast universe formed by endless mountains and seas.

silent.

fear.

It wasn't that Wu Rong wanted to scare the younger generation, but because he felt unhappy about not punishing the evildoer, so he held Yun Tou down to the lower realm.

He has been here like this for so many years, otherwise he would not have cultivated such a Taoism.

"Just arrange the little ones to do some small things."

The generals who were waiting on the clouds rushed to meet him.

“Some things are better experienced and done by oneself.”

Wu Rong did not refute.

In the past, he just left many things to the rampant soldiers and ghost generals.

The five-direction soul flag in his hand contains tens of thousands of Yin soldiers, and is led by the five ghost kings. With the sound of the gong, troops and generals are mobilized. This is an ordinary method, but after all, the master has to show his performance in front of him.

Tu Shanjun also didn't expect Wu Rong to be able to save more than two million yuan each from the five directions.

It is enough to show that when he didn't know, Wu Rong only killed but not crossed as he said.

But as long as he wasn't killing innocent people indiscriminately, Tu Shanjun didn't want to ask any more questions.

Which monk doesn't have his own secrets and opportunities.

Perhaps seeing Tu Shanjun's attitude, Wu Rong did not explain too much, boarded the cloud chariot and headed for Tianyang Shenzong surrounded by generals.

Inside the cloud chariot.

Wu Rong muttered: "Master, the Tianyang Divine Sect has a long history. Although it may not have great magical powers, it still cannot be underestimated. You must be extremely careful before going this time."

All the major sects in the Eastern Wasteland should not be underestimated. Back then, in the Daqi Sect, they knew that their sect had an ancestor named Dao Lord. Later, the actions of the great ancestor of the Yu family confirmed that they had a power that matched theirs.

The Tianyang Shen Sect is well-known in the Eastern Wasteland after all. Even if the sect's background is not as good as the Yu Family of the Ancient Immortal Tower, it is definitely far superior to the Great Artifact Sect.

This time, though, they were visiting.

Generally speaking, there won't be much conflict.

With Wu Rong's current strength, if he were to take charge of the Divine Weapon Soul Banner, even an ordinary Dao Lord would have to get out of the way.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly: "Apprentice, don't worry, we are here to visit, Tianyang Shenzong will never take action rashly."

“It’s essential to be on guard against others.”

"So, I will go alone."

Wu Rong was stunned by Tu Shanjun's words, as if he didn't react.

"Disciple is not..."

"This is the safest."

Tu Shanjun looked at Wu Rong with a smile and continued: "As long as you are alive and still hold the Soul Flag, I can use the evil energy to regroup the body, but it will have to be hard on you. You have to go from the front to the backstage, and fear behind. No matter how much limelight he has, he will be replaced by me as the master."

Wu Rong knew it was his master's joke, and he never liked being in the limelight. Being in this position and being in the limelight was not necessarily a good thing.

If you think about it carefully, Master is right.

As long as the soul flag is still there, you can use the evil energy to reshape your body.

Once they, master and disciple, are all involved, it will be really troublesome.

Wu Rong sighed: "Let Master be the pawn, this disciple is very frightened..."

Tushanjun laughed.

He didn't think it was anything.

Being a teacher is just to teach others and solve doubts, and there is no need to claim to have any identity.

He does not need to gain any power over his disciples.

For Tu Shanjun, the good life of his disciples is more important than anything else.

Who said that a master must be sacrificed?

What's more, this lineage is now passed down alone, and there are only two of them, so there are no etiquette and rules to talk about.

Even if Wu Rong establishes a sect in the future, Tu Shanjun will never call him an ancestor based on his status as master. It is good to make a weapon, especially a magic weapon that has its own consciousness and can shine for thousands of years.

Tu Shanjun intended to let go a little longer. He had already become a Taoist, so naturally he also hoped that Wu Rong could become a Taoist.

Steps three and four are just one step away.

Once you step in, everything will turn upside down.

Seeing that the sect’s headquarters of Tianyang Divine Sect has been seen.

Tu Shanjun walked out of the cloud chariot, turned his head and said, "Please rest in peace, I'll go!"

Flying on the clouds, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

The devil immediately said flatteringly: "Sir, I still don't know how much you have grown over the years."

Wu Rong said calmly: "Master is aware of everything and doesn't say anything, just because he doesn't want to point it out."

As he finished speaking, he twisted his hand and made the cloud chariot sink into the void of the domain, hovering among the five colors and ten lights, waiting quietly.

…

"Fellow Daoist He Fang, you are passing by our Tianyang Divine Sect."

The melodious and deep thunder sound of the avenue is like the waves rising from the sea.

Like a trombone hanging down from the distant sky.

It stopped the Taoist from moving forward.

The Taoist wearing the black and red hell disguised robe paused in his steps, raised his eyes, and his clear eyes instantly turned into yin and yang immortal eyes, flying from the sky.

The black-robed Taoist slightly cupped his hands and said, "I'm here to visit my friends!"

"Friends?"

The road backfired, and the serious injury has not healed.

From now on, I don't dare to say anything about "it's better". I almost didn't get up when I lay down.

The old demon of Daojie didn't suffer at all, and he completely surrendered to Lingshan Mountain.