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Thousands of meters in the air.

Zhenjun's protective shield formed a layer of frost mist.

Tushanjun wiped away the haze in front of him and lowered his eyes with scarlet eyes. He glanced sideways at the master of good and evil ways underground in the distance. He did not speak, but pondered for a long time.

The five Nascent Souls gathered together.

Except for the True Lord Daxiu from Netherworld, this brings together the top monks from Xiaohuang Realm. On weekdays, Shenlong never sees its end, and pays no attention to the sect's secular affairs. They only control the 'overall situation'.

They hope that Zunhun Zhenjun will put the overall situation first.

"Is it the overall situation?" Tu Shanjun looked at his blue-grey palm with a lowered eyebrow, checking the remaining mana of the demonic blood element in the soul flag.

The once egg-like magic elixir has shrunk down to a broad bean.

When he really stood on the chess table in Xiaohuangyu.

Suddenly I looked back and realized.

The soul flag needs to be waved.

The cultivation of a powerful True Monarch requires mana to drive it.

He couldn't help but think of that afternoon, it was a bright and sunny day, because he saw the light of day again after being buried for two months, and saw his old friend return safely. The sun is shining, and the mood is naturally excellent.

It was only when he saw the hand holding the soul flag that he froze on the spot.

Ding Xie smiled and said to him: "Brother Tu Shan, do you think that I, Ding Xie, can't hold the soul flag with my nine fingers?"

As his thoughts came closer, Tushanjun opened his palms, and the small flags rotated slowly.

Killing is not pleasant.

Extracting the soul to refine the soul is not a good method either.

Just as he once thought, the True Monarch Yuanying did not have the legendary supernatural power that penetrated the heavens and the earth.

"You can hold it and you can swing it."

"On the contrary, it's me..."

"I, Lord Tushan, cannot wield this powerful spiritual treasure."

Tu Shanjun looked back at Yangcheng and murmured softly.

He can't use up his mana on his own initiative. When he loses his strength, Yangcheng will become a soft persimmon. For Master Yuyan who has been kind to him, this is repaying kindness with hatred.

"I don't understand the big picture."

"I just feel heavy."

When he puts the life he values ​​​​on his shoulders, even the strength of Nascent Soul Master feels as heavy as a mountain.

When Tu Shanjun turned his stern face, Long Jun's eyes showed surprise.

He did not expect that the True Lord Zunhun could calm down. This kind of character is not something ordinary people can possess. It is the combination of strength and softness that really takes the first step.

"If fellow Taoists are willing to show their respect, Xiaohuangyu is willing to collect an ancient treasure key." Zhenjun Wuya said frankly, not to mention Zhenjun Yuanying, even for the venerable, tens of billions of spiritual stones are a huge sum. Considerable wealth.

The value of the ancient treasure key cannot be measured by spiritual stones. It is a straw in the hand.

It can give hope to the desperate.

It can give those who have no hope a chance.

No matter which Nascent Soul Lord he is, he will never refuse.

Of course Tushanjun doesn't either.

"not enough."

True Lord Wuya breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

It's good to be able to talk. What I'm most afraid of is the stupid young man who relies on his cultivation to do whatever he wants. He will have to deal with it by hand when the time comes. And if one of these Nascent Soul Lords is injured, it will take more than ten years to recover.

Taking action also harms the interests of Xiaohuangyu, which is what Nascent Soul Master like them least wants to see.

True Lord Wuya first looked at Lord Long where the old god was, then passed by True Lord Qingshang, looked at his junior brother, nodded slightly, and then said, "I don't know what my friend has to ask for, we can talk about it."

He did not answer Zhenjun Wuya's inquiry. He looked at Wuya and the top bigwigs in the Small Wilderness Territory with expressions of indifference or confusion: "Fellow Taoist, are there really immortals in this world?"

Seeing everyone's contemplation, surprise, and reminiscences, the Qingshang Zhenjun of the Hehuan Sect said with a smile: "I don't know, my senior master of the Hehuan Sect may know."

Move your gaze to the two true monarchs of Wanfa Sect.

True Lord Qingshang laughed.

The Hehuan Sect's business is not small, but it is far less influential than the Wanfa Sect. If there really are immortals in this world, maybe the Wanfa Sect will know something or even possess something.

However, this is too lofty.

It was so lofty that even Qingshang Zhenjun found it bizarre.

Mo Gong Longjun had a curious look on his face, his eyes flashed but he suppressed it, and returned to the old god's presence.

Zhenjun Wuya, who had been thinking for a long time, folded his hands in front of him, without nodding or shaking his head, and said with a hint of regret: "Maybe."

silence.

There was a long silence.

Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "I understand."

He slightly arched his hands as a way of thanking True Lord Wuya.

It may be the limit to be able to tell such secrets, and Zhenjun Wuya is indeed sincere.

Sincerity is sincerity, and business is business.

Sometimes the high conditions are not to strive for more benefits, but to keep the good and the evil in the small wilderness at peace.

"Except for the ancient treasure key, the good and evil monks will redeem it with an equal number of evil ghosts according to their strength. Whether they are elves and ghosts born naturally from heaven and earth, or fierce ghosts and evil spirits who do not want to reincarnate after death, I want them all."

"If the sect monks have demons that are banned or suppressed with large formations, priority will be given to them, and reductions and exemptions may be made as appropriate."

Tu Shanjun added.

Most of those ancient sects suppressed many evil evil ways that caused trouble.

Either he can't handle it well, or he wants to get something from the other party. Just like the Ding family in Beiluoshan, the ancestral hall is a large formation to suppress the three demons and ghosts.

Compared with those low-level evil spirits who are like cannon fodder, these powerful demons are what Tushanjun is coveted.

Each of the demons is a unique being, which can not only improve his strength but also help him defend against enemies. Some of them have ancient inheritance and are even great secret treasures.

…

The crystalline waves of the Yangcheng Formation are like cicada wings, ripples of light in the sunlight.

Reflected on everyone's faces.

Feng Chengyin looked up at the sky. He couldn't see clearly the Nascent Soul Lord who was thousands of meters above. He just felt that he finally no longer had to fight against such a terrifying monk. This time he returned to the sect and would definitely practice diligently and strive to perfect his skills as soon as possible. True meaning.

Master Qingxu held the sword case crookedly on his back, stretched out his bloody palm to grasp a section of hair, raised the hair and connected it to the top of his forehead, making it fit perfectly without any deviation.

Rubbing his fingers together, it turned into ashes and blew away from his side.

He took off the lining and wrapped it around his scarred hand, thinking deeply while wrapping it.

It wasn't until a shout came from beside him that Master Qingxu came back to his senses.

"What is the real person thinking?"

Master Qingxu looked around and saw that the person speaking to him was the great monk from the White Bone Temple. I have seen that the great monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his two big earlobes are like those of Buddha.

At this time, he was twisting the prayer beads with one hand.

"The person I am fighting with is the Ghost King of Netherworld, Earth, Heaven and Heaven."

"So it's the Ghost King?"

"It is said that he has been missing for more than ten years."

"he died!"

The surprised look on the monk's face flashed and he understood the meaning of Qingxu Zhenren's words. The person who stopped Qingxu Zhenren was not the Ghost King, but the evil ghosts commanded by Zhenjun.

"Dead is more powerful than alive. It's outrageous." Master Qingxu bandaged his wounds before looking back at the righteous coalition forces. He said that the casualties were too heavy. No one died, but many were injured.

No one among the righteous masters died. Most of the injured masters were not affected by the divine passage technique of Lord Nascent Soul, but were injured by the dense magic seals around them.

The grandmasters who had gathered in a hurry must not have cooperated so well.

If you don't have a good eye on the magic formulas in the fighting, such mistakes will occur.

Compared with the demon cultivators who suffered many deaths and serious injuries, Zhengdao obviously got an advantage.

At a glance, confused people abound.

Even though no one died, it was more frustrating than if someone died.

They were defeated, utterly defeated.

I can only wait here quietly, waiting for my fate. Fortunately, the true kings of Xiaohuang Realm still have the overall situation in mind, so they can still wait for their fate, instead of being given soul flags by the soul-revering demon king to become slave souls.

The master of the Yuling Sect once said: "It's nothing more than spending money to buy your life."

Yu Xiuchuan's female grandmaster said happily: "At least I can still spend money."

After the words fell, everyone fell silent.

Yes, at least the soul-honoring True Lord is still willing to accept their money. If the trouble reaches a point where he doesn't even accept the money, then it will be really difficult to end it.

"My true master said."

Master Yuhuan sent a message to the top masters headed by Zhengdao: "The deal is settled."

What a relief!

…

Seeing the two master monks of good and evil slowly retreating, Ziyang Zhenren felt that it should be something to be happy about, but he couldn't be happy even though he was tired.

After supporting the formation for several days, they faced more than a hundred masters, and there was no one with low cultivation among them.

"Master, they are gone."

Master Yuyan stretched his waist, and his sluggish muscles and bones seemed to open up at this moment. He said with a smile: "They left, let's go back too."

"Waiting for them..."

"No need to send it away."

Master Ziyang was helpless. The master should have known that he didn't mean that. He didn't want to send these master monks away, for fear that they were just a delaying tactic and not a sincere retreat.

Yueyan said there was no need to give it away, so of course there was no need to give it away.

The general trend cannot be changed.

He is said to be the number one person under Yuanying in the Xiaohuang Realm, but in fact he cannot sit on the top chess table, but his speaking power is just a little bit higher. With those few Nascent Soul Lords taking care of everything, the overall situation has not changed much.

Yueyan sighed.

"Why sigh?"

"I've wronged the True Lord."

Tu Shanjun was surprised at first and tilted his head with a half-smile.

Immediately he laughed loudly, and after laughing a few times, he said: "Killing people is not what I want. I didn't intend to kill them all, so why should I feel wronged."

"Senior is too worried."

"I told you, I'm here to keep an appointment."

"The appointment of alchemy."

"What, you're not welcome?" Tu Shanjun said in a rare joke.

Master Yuyan said with a smile: "How can I not welcome you? I asked you to come to Yangcheng earlier. If you don't come, do you still need me to be shameless and invite you? Well, I will invite you now."

"Tiger, please." As he said this, Master Yuyan made a gesture of invitation.

Tu Shanjun laughed: "The real person invites you first, and the guests are welcome to do as they please. Don't be extravagant and wasteful. This time I took a big hit from those old guys."

"oh?"

"Key to Yuanyang Domain." Tu Shanjun opened his palm, and a two-foot-long lava black stick appeared in his hand. It was said that the key was more like a scroll, and the material itself was comparable to a magic weapon. It was really strange.

As the sect of Xiaohuang Realm, Master Yueyan comes from the Eastern Wilderness Realm and is no stranger to this thing. He sighed: "Zhenjun Wuya is still generous in his actions."

Tu Shanjun was noncommittal.

This spiritual stone will be shared by all the sects who contributed, so there is nothing wrong with it. The ancient treasure key was indeed excellent, but it was far inferior to the conditions he mentioned.

"Put it away quickly. This thing also has a function. It can lead the monks to Yuanyang Domain. If you are being hunted or in an extremely bad state, it is a good way to survive." Master Yuyan said.

Tu Shanjun threw the ancient treasure key into the storage bag and asked, "Is the alchemy furnace ready?"

"It has been prepared for a long time."

On the way back, Master Yuyan handed the pill recipe to Tu Shanjun.

The elixir is called ‘Dragon Pattern Transformation Infant Elixir’.

As soon as he got the elixir recipe, Tu Shanjun knew that with his alchemy skills as a peak master, he could only have a 15% chance of refining this elixir at best.

The materials are very precious and there are only two copies.

It’s not easy to blindly try for luck twice. The thing Tu Shanjun doesn’t believe in the most is his own luck.

Now that his cultivation has improved and he has enough time, he can study quietly and see if he can improve his alchemy cultivation by a few points, which will make him more confident.

I just expressed my doubts about this.

Master Yuyan was pondering over which place would be more suitable.

It was better to be a little safer, and he could afford to spend a few years studying alchemy.

Zi Shaoqing's smile was as bright as a flower: "Senior, if you want to improve your alchemy cultivation, why not come to the Alchemy Pavilion. The alchemy furnace and earth fire are all available, and the materials for alchemy are also available for seniors to use."

"If there are other needs, we can also mobilize them from the Ancient Immortal Tower."

Tu Shanjun nodded.

When Tu Shanjun was in low spirits, Yangcheng did not hold a celebration banquet.

But being low-key does not mean being calm. The four major families and a group of golden elixir worshipers are holding Yangcheng back in this war. No matter what their interests are, they need to be beaten.

This was a family matter in Yangcheng, and Tu Shanjun didn't bother to ask.

As long as it doesn't delay the business.

Tu Shanjun believed that Master Ziyang could handle it well with his abilities.

Negotiations with all the major sects were also delegated to Ziyang. Apart from paying the Yinshen, they could negotiate whatever they wanted.

Then he plunged into the underground furnace of Yangcheng Dan Pavilion.

…

Two months later.

The tall figure in the underground alchemy pavilion took the jade slip that was delivered. It was not a gift list or a ranking list of demons, but a greeting card signed "Tushan Jinghong".

The top corner of his red hair was scattered freely, and Tushanjun's naked upper body was illuminated by the red-gold flames under the stove.

There is no long speech in the greeting card, only one word.

"See."

"You can keep your composure." Tu Shanjun laughed. If Tu Shan Jinghong had come to see him just after the war two months ago, Tu Shanjun would have swept him away with a kick and disappeared with a tough attitude.

Jinghong was very measured in coming to Yangcheng only after the matter had been resolved.

"See you, or not see you?"

Walking on the ground paved with charcoal fire red bricks, I could only hear the ticking footsteps.

When we first came out of the cave, we absolutely could not recognize each other.

Later I didn’t want to pretend to be dead.

He felt that there was no need to interfere with Jinghong's future, so he might as well just pretend to be dead.

Thinking about it carefully, this meeting will definitely expose a lot of things, but for the sake of the child, it is better to let go of the knot and not pursue the soul flag that is like a dream.

"Better, let's meet."