Chapter 1064: Guardian

Chapter 1064: Guardian

Cijue Mountain.

Zhu Yan clan land.

The big tent was suddenly opened.

A young monk from the Zhu Yan tribe hurriedly entered.

He panicked and said, "Dad, it's not good."

"Boundary rain fell from the sky, and the mountains, rivers, spiritual veins, and caves and heavens of the entire Demonic Land were all classified into one. A boundary monument fell down and enveloped our Cijue Mountain."

The middle-aged monk who was sitting in the main seat slowly stood up and said: "Why are you panicking? I have already heard the news. This time, there are five great masters in the royal city. It is unusual for someone to choose us."

"What does it say on the boundary marker?"

"Guan Minghou."

"Guan Minghou, it's him."

The middle-aged monk said calmly: "This person is just a holy king."

"How come?"

Zhu Yanxuanmirage frowned: "With the strength of the Holy King, the only thing I can think of is the Celestial Race monks from 1,300 years ago. Does he also have a Celestial Race background behind him?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head slightly and said, "He does have enough strength."

Zhu Yanxuanxuan hurriedly persuaded, and then said regretfully: "Father, you are obviously powerful, why have you been unwilling to go to the royal city? If we had your uncle to protect us, Cijue Mountain would never be included."

The middle-aged monk laughed and said lightly: "Become an uncle, circle yourself, and manage the one-third of an acre of land in peace. What's the point?"

"Then what should we do? Why don't we migrate." Zhu Yanxuan said.

"No."

Patriarch Zhu Yan pondered: "If he were a powerful man, we might have to be suppressed for the rest of our lives, but unfortunately he is not. Not only is he not, he also has magical weapons, elixirs, and seventh-level spiritual veins... With these things, I Zhu Yan Tongbing has no chance to go further."

"Did father want to intercept..."

Zhu Yan Tongbing said: "It will not do us any good if Guan Minghou dies. If he is alive, we can enjoy the shade under the big tree."

"I decided to join the whole family!"

"He is a strong man with no background. He must need us."

"Prepare gifts!"

…

Wu Rong didn't know that someone had already started planning and discussing it before he arrived at the fiefdom.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

The realm of Daojun is not difficult for him now, he is just planning how to get through it more easily.

Furthermore, even if he cannot break through, he can still cope with it with his own strength.

Besides, he has two helpers.

Master Ruzang is the disciple of Buddha in the West, and Yu Shen is the relic of the Divine Court. Each of them can play his own role.

In times of crisis, you can rely on Master Tushanjun.

Enough to overwhelm Mo Ming.

Wu Rong, who left Lingmai Mountain, already had a jade box carrying spiritual veins in his hand.

Inside the amber-like treasure is a huge spiritual vein, like a mountain connected to the sky, sealed in amber using the method of Sumeru mustard seeds, just waiting to be broken and reappear in the world one day.

"Mr. Yu?"

"exist."

"Do you have any magic weapons?"

When Wu Rong asked this question, Yu Shen seemed a bit shy and said with some embarrassment, "There is one mouthful that was passed down from our ancestors."

He does have a magic weapon, but it doesn't fit him very well. It's like a long gown that doesn't fit very well, so he doesn't wear it very much to see people, even if the clothes are horribly expensive.

The devil's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Sir, I don't have it yet."

"What kind of magic weapon do you want?"

"Can you exert the power of a divine weapon with your strength?" Wu Rong immediately waved his hand.

At this point, Yu Shen realized what Wu Rong meant. It turned out that he wanted to choose a magic weapon for him.

Yu Shen was immediately moved, but still refused: "Although the one below is not very handy, I have long been used to it. My lord can definitely choose another functional magic weapon, which will also be good for the fief."

"Where is Master Ruzang?"

"Amitabha, there is no shortage of poor monks."

"Arrogance."

Wu Rong clicked his tongue in surprise.

Is Xitian so rich?

There is no shortage of divine weapons for Buddha.

I'm afraid the master has more than one on him.

"I heard that if you don't want magic weapons to be converted into heavenly materials and earthly treasures, one magic weapon can be converted into three materials..."

"Can my lord know how to refine magic weapons?"

"Won't."

Everyone still wanted to persuade.

"My master will."

"Sir?" Yu Shen looked at Wu Rong in surprise.

If the master is really good at it, he can exchange three materials.

But why does it sound so unreliable? Alchemy and weapon refining, both seem to be refining, but in fact they are completely different and cannot be confused at all.

If he hadn't taken the Yinhun Pill, Yu Shen would be doubtful about the alchemy now.

"Master, are you alright? Can you refine the magic weapon?"

Tu Shanjun laughed and said: "It is not difficult to refine a divine weapon. What is difficult is to refine a divine weapon that perfectly suits the monks."

"In this way, I can get three materials from one magic weapon."

"this……"

Yu Shen pursed his lips and said nothing. He had to listen to that person's opinion anyway. As he spoke, he looked at the black-robed monk aside.

"Don't worry, I asked just now. Master said that it can be refined, but it is difficult to refine it to perfectly suit the monks."

"It's better to ask about this matter."

"Amitabha, this is truly powerful."

Yu Shen looked at Ru Zang who was joking and couldn't help but said: "Not only is he powerful, he is simply a mobile ancestor who lives in weapons. He is also an ancestor who knows everything. He is simply the seal carving of the outer road."

"I think so too." Wu Rong smiled and nodded.

Listening to their discussion, Tu Shanjun recalled some past events.

Looking back a thousand years, he once said that he was actually an old grandfather, but in fact, he could do too little.

Now he has finally cultivated himself into a hexagonal warrior, but he can never go back to the past.

‘When will I be considered strong? ’

‘Maybe in the future. ’

Tu Shanjun spread out the scriptures in his hand.

He does have extraordinary abilities, but that is also the result of time.

Anyone who does not need to concentrate on practicing qi and spares a lot of time to study the hundred arts of cultivation can also achieve good results.

Being able to keep up with his own cultivation, I just think it is qualified.

It is far from being gifted.

He has seen many people with gifted talents.

Some cultivators are born with extraordinary physiques, and the spiritual pets and plants they feed can thrive, even far better than others' carefully selected maintenance.

Like Zhang Yajiu, who refines divine weapons in the holy realm, he has a physique of ironmaking.

Not to mention the geniuses of the Beast Taming Sect.

And the most important and eye-catching talent for cultivation.

Thirty years for Jindan and fifty years for Yuanying are the conditions that small places gradually relax according to the conditions of big sects.

There are many people who practice Qi at the age of ten and build foundation at the age of eleven or twelve. Those with extraordinary talents have already become gods at the age of thirty.

It is considered slow to achieve Taoism in thousands of years.

Fortunately, the realm is steady and steady.

This is why he wants to slow down Tushan Jinghong's practice speed. He wants Tushan Jinghong to lay a solid foundation.

It is not important to walk fast. What is important is to walk steadily, walk long, have a way to walk, and be able to walk all the way.

"Jinghong should have gone to the Middle Earth a long time ago." Tushan Jun originally wanted to use the soul fragments left behind to calculate, but in the end he thought about it and put down the spell. No news is the best news. He'd better stay away to avoid the news from spreading and involving Jinghong.

Wu Rong's finding the forbidden land of the gods has already made Tushan Jun very angry.

For this matter, even if Datou helped, he almost fell out with Datou.

...

Wu Rong miscalculated.

The magic weapon can indeed be converted into materials, but only one.

The great sage of the armory said that this was the rule of the royal city, and he had no choice.

In the end, Wu Rong still converted it into materials.

He had no use for the magic weapon, and he even wanted to use the Earth Soul Bell as a counting ball. This thing could not be compared with the Supreme Soul Banner at all, so it would be better to exchange it for a magic weapon material.

But he felt that it was not cost-effective to exchange it like this.

Since everyone had enough magic weapons, there was no need to be so anxious.

Another two days.

Wandering around, buying weapons, elixirs, talismans and arrays...

Dismantled several workshops and hired a lot of monks.

In addition to the Nascent Soul of the Gods who came to serve, the two people who came with only one person and one demon have gathered a huge caravan.

Looking from the front, there is no end in sight, hundreds of earth dragon camels, all carrying different materials.

It's called supplies, but in fact, Wu Rong had already placed them on the soul flag. Those were the belongings of other cultivators, and they only needed to bring pots and pans.

Wu Rong boarded the beast cart and said, "Everything has been prepared and purchased, and we should also go to the Demonic Land."

Walked out of the huge gate of the royal city and stepped over the long bridge.

Completely left the pass.

Wu Rong released the huge Yunchariot.

The giant ship was five hundred feet long and slowly docked.

The deck was extended under the operation of various ghost soldiers and ghosts.

Until all the camel beasts boarded the ship, Yu Shen ran over and bowed and said, "My lord, I have checked it. There are no mistakes. You can prepare to start the Yunchariot and go to the Demonic Land."

"It's hard work." Wu Rong smiled and nodded.

He forgot how many times he said it these days.

Now he finally set off.

Wu Rong commanded the ghost general to start the giant ship.

"Buzz!"

The huge thing rose into the air.

...

Standing at the front of the deck, Wu Rong looked quietly at the sky in the distance.

Wu Rong looked sideways in surprise.

A shadow of a demon god in a black and red robe floated with light mist.

It was Master Tu Shanjun.

"Disciple thought Master didn't like to move around."

"I guess so."

Tu Shanjun smiled and said, "If you want to be a fief, I should show up."

"Are you worried?"

"Happy."

Wu Rong shook his head and said with a bright smile, "Finally, I have a place of my own!"

Tu Shanjun stood aside without saying a word.

He stood as usual.

Wu Rong looked at Master Tu Shanjun beside him.

He admired Tu Shanjun the most.

With such a powerful force, he could stand aside steadily and willingly, without saying a word, as if he was a shadow that would never steal the light.

Not just beside him.

Earlier, it was beside Master's uncle.

Perhaps it was the same when Master stood beside 'others'.

He also always believed that holding the Zunhun Banner was not a disaster, but a kind of luck.

To be favored and protected by such a powerful person is even more fortunate.

He is a master, but more like a guardian spirit.

It is easy for a strong man to become a demon.

He can control his power, control himself, and turn his power into a guardian. He can't even compare to this level.

"Why did the master row two thousand miles more?"

Tu Shanjun's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "There is a net there."

"Net?"

"That's it..." Wu Rong's eyes widened suddenly.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and said, "Yes."