Chapter 1105: Will
All the high-level officials of the underworld accompanied him.
The old man walking at the forefront was holding a big green donkey.
Half a step behind was the Lord of the Underworld and Lord Siming, Wu Rong.
Neither of them spoke first.
As he walked past the Senluo Hall, the old man still didn't stop. He didn't let go of the reins until he reached the Jade Life Hall.
He said calmly: "I thought it was an exaggeration of the intelligence. However, both the intelligence and the sect underestimated you. Underworld is not a small force."
"This is no small conflict either."
Meng Juzi's expression remained normal, but anyone could hear the solemnity in his words.
Yu Shen, who was not far away, suddenly frowned. They should have discovered Wanfa Sect's envoy earlier instead of letting the other party observe in the city.
With this understanding, anyone who is not a dull monk can be keenly aware of the potential of the underworld when seeing the leopard through the pipe.
Thinking of this, he looked sideways at Ruzang.
Elder Qiu was away, so he returned to the sect.
Taijing didn't have much emotion, this was something that had been decided a long time ago.
The other great sages seemed embarrassed.
The old man in front of him was unfathomable.
Judging from the Palace Master's attitude, the other party's cultivation level is probably much higher than theirs.
"Senior, you are ridiculous. Compared to the whole world, the underworld is insignificant." Wu Rong slightly cupped his hands and looked calm.
Qinglu laughed out loud and looked up and down at the speaking Lord Luodu. He was young, calm, and had the air of a major cultivator.
However, he didn't think this person could make any decision. He had to ask that person for everything: "Children don't tell the truth, so call your adults."
"Senior, please be patient. This is my master's residence."
The fire in the hall is booming.
Bah!
The iron boots fell to the ground.
Crisp and loud.
The monk who came was standing on the steps of the hall.
The crown of reincarnation tied up the wild red hair.
The top corner points to the sky.
The green and white ghost face is like the ice peaks of distant mountains condensed.
The immortal eyes turned slightly, and a faint evil spirit of karma was floating in the corners of the eyes.
The wide robe of hell's disguise is worn on the body, making the hair stand out.
With just one glance, the green donkey looks like it is facing a formidable enemy.
Being famous is not as good as meeting, meeting is worse than being famous.
No matter how much you hear about it, it's better to see it.
The avenue stands across the abyss of the sky.
Like seeing the great devil.
Qing Lu only felt that the other party was unfathomable, not comparable to ordinary Taoist masters at all, and couldn't help but look at the old man beside him.
He was somewhat calm when he saw Meng Juzi's face. The opponent might be powerful, but as an elder of Wanfa Sect, Meng Juzi was only strong and not weak.
Feathered Snake Dunyi grinned and looked at the big green donkey. It was the donkey that was talking just now, asking Wu Rong to call the adults.
Now that the old devil has walked out of the hall, why doesn't the other party feel happy?
He had completely forgotten that he had said the same thing that day when he was at the Divine Tomb, asking the underworld messenger Xiaoxiu to send a message for him to ask Tushanjun to come.
Tushanjun is indeed here.
The red-haired monk on the steps held his hands.
"Fellow Taoist, please be polite."
"Fellow Taoist!"
Meng Juzi returned the gift.
Tu Shanjun walked down the steps and said with a smile: "I have been living in seclusion all year round. Wu Rong decides on internal and external affairs by himself. I don't interfere in anything. Very few people come to the door of this palace."
"Since fellow Taoist disciples are here, why not go for a walk together? The weather is not bad today."
"Okay." The old man nodded slightly.
call out.
The two disappeared suddenly.
"Hey, where are you from?" Feathered Snake Dun rolled his eyes and asked Qing Donkey loudly.
The green donkey was clearly an enlightened king. The breath of the Tao lingered around him, and his breath came out like chaotic smoke. His appearance gradually changed, and he turned into a huge unicorn beast. He opened his bloody mouth and said: "I sent you a letter earlier. , Don’t change your name when you are walking, don’t change your surname when you are sitting, Wanfa Sect, Qilin Taoist Lord.”
"Who are you?"
Green Donkey looked at Quetzalcoatl, he didn't know there was such a powerful figure in the underworld.
"Four-nine." Dunyi took out his former name.
Wu Rong looked at the two Dao Lords who were facing each other tit for tat. He wanted to say something, but he noticed something strange about the alchemy furnace in the palace and said in surprise: "The furnace fire..."
Dunyi said: "Don't worry, the devil is watching."
The weather was really nice.
The sun is warm and the wind is clear.
The sky in Luodu was peaceful.
The long stone street, two people walking side by side.
If Meng Juzi, who had just arrived, saw the underworld from a microscopic perspective, then next to Tushan Jun, it was completely macroscopic. The layout of Luodu Mountain was completely reflected in his eyes. Just looking at this gave him a shock that made people dare not I believe this is an emerging small force.
"The sect has paid attention to you." Meng Juzi looked away.
Tu Shanjun's expression did not change much. He believed that it would not be difficult to find out who he was with Wanfa Sect's intelligence network.
Meng Juzi continued: "If it weren't for the fact that the sect's intelligence had never been wrong, I really wouldn't have believed that a famous Taoist Lord of Three Flowers had risen in the past thousand years. Your cultivation and progress in Taoism are amazing. The battle between the Taoists, I won’t give in even an inch, and I won’t just sit back and ignore you just because you have a connection with our sect.”
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with memories, and he sighed: "I and Wanfa Sect are indeed quite destined. I think my friend was also a monk of Wanfa Sect."
"He was my guide out of Xiaolingzhou."
"I still remember the question Master Canglan asked me in Daheishan."
"To be honest, I have a good impression of Wanfa Sect. Ever since I set foot on the path of immortality, Wanfa Sect is one of the few sects that I have respected. As a whole, you must be the best among all sects. ”
Tu Shanjun's story was quite calm, but very frank.
He no longer blamed the Wanfa Sect for not rescuing Chi Xuan of Xianghuo Dongtian in time, because that should have been his responsibility.
When the person concerned is incapable, he will complain about the world.
Tu Shanjun has obviously passed that period. Even if he is incapable, he is more concerned about how to solve the problem.
Meng Juzi heard the firmness in Tu Shanjun's words.
Which cultivator who can achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head is not a person with a strong heart of Taoism? How could he change his strategy because of a few words?
Meng Juzi said in a deep voice: "You should know the responsibility we shoulder."
"The immortal and the mortal are a red line."
"My coming here means that the sect is still planning to have a good talk."
"The Taiyi Shengxian Sect has declined after all."
"The position of your ancestor is unstable because of what happened back then."
"If it was my Wanfa Sect's ancient emperor ancestor who came with the emperor's soldiers, and your ancestor dragged himself to fight with the infinite ancestral soldiers, what chance would he have of winning?"
"He has buried his last foundation in vain."
Tu Shanjun was silent.
Facing a behemoth like the Wanfa Sect, he would also feel powerless.
Even if he counted all the power in his hands and completely exhausted the last foundation of the Taiyi Shengxian Sect, he could not see any chance of winning, but only that the defeat was inevitable.
The road is blocked!
After a long journey, the two returned to the hall.
Meng Juzi, who sat down, was still waiting for Tu Shanjun's answer.
Tushan Jun pondered for a long time and said slowly: "The City God Temple will withdraw from the East Wilderness. From now on, the Underworld will focus on Beilu, while opening up the West and South. The conquered territory will be divided into 30% and 70%, and the Wanfa Sect will take 70%. The Underworld will never compete for the right to judge the immortals and mortals who interfere."
"No need."
Meng Juzi shook his head slightly.
Tushan Jun looked at the old man with white hair and a youthful face.
Drooping eyelids.
Hoarsely said: "That means I will die!"
Meng Juzi squinted his eyes and felt the danger: "You can't go this way, you can choose another way."
Tu Shanjun's fangs moved slightly: "I have no choice."
"You can choose."
"The Three Flowers Taoist who no longer moves forward is enough to live forever."
"I'm not here to enjoy immortality."
The frost on Tu Shanjun's face spread, and he said lightly: "Since there is nothing to talk about, then get ready."
"I am ready to die, and I hope your sect can also be prepared for this."
"You are right, the Wanfa Sect is a behemoth, and an ancient emperor can kill me."
"Then do it."
"I believe many people are willing to see the ancient emperor of the Wanfa Sect take action."
Meng Juzi let out a long breath: "Daoyou, are you planning to drag the people to be buried with you? The sect certainly does not want the people to be destroyed, and will not accept threats."
"Daoyou threatened me first."
Tu Shanjun has completely lost interest in peace talks.
Wanfa Sect has no sincerity.
They don't need the underworld as a vanguard at all. They think it's best for the underworld to disappear.
Since it's a fundamental conflict, it's irreconcilable that the great way contradicts each other, so he can't find any other way except fighting.
In the era when the ancient emperor doesn't come out, he must be prepared for a long-term struggle.
"Well said!"
A loud shout came.
A monk in a royal robe walked slowly.
"Zhou Wenhe?!"
Meng Juzi saw the person clearly, another Sanhua Daojun and this person is the Daojun of Dongyue.
"Crown Marquis." Zhou Wenhe first bowed to Wu Rong who was guarding in front of the hall.
Then he turned his eyes back to the hall and said with a smile: "Friend Meng, your sect is a big sect. If there is anything, you should first hand it over to me, Dongyue, so as not to fall from the style of a big sect!"
"What does Friend Zhou mean?"
Meng Juzi frowned when he saw the other party.
Why did Dongyue react so strongly?
"It's nothing. I'm here to announce the decree of the King of Dongyue." Zhou Wenhe took out a scroll of decree and immediately looked at Wu Rong and said, "Crown Marquis, listen to the decree." "Minister." "Listen to the decree!" Wu Rong could not see that this was clearly Dongyue's support for him. ... "Granted marriage?!" Meng Juzi looked at Wu Rong in surprise as he accepted the decree and thanked him. The signal sent out was not to protect Wu Rong, but to tell the world that Dongyue Wangcheng would fully support Wu Rong, the crown marquis, or the divine weapon spirit standing behind the underworld, the soul of the master of the soul banner, 'Tushan Jun'. Meng Juzi pondered deeply, and his thoughts were more than billions. He sorted it out in an instant. Dongyue seemed to want the underworld to replace it. In this way, the emergence and rise of the underworld was not accidental or simple, but it was very likely promoted by the King of Dongyue, no, the ancient emperor. "This..." Meng Juzi stood up suddenly, his expression solemn. Tushan Jun did not expect that Dongyue Wangcheng would send a marriage decree, and specifically mention Wu Rong.
To marry the princess to Wu Rong.
"That's right."
Zhou Wenhe smiled and looked at Meng Juzi, and said loudly: "The marriage is personally guaranteed by His Majesty."
"His Majesty also asked me to bring a message."