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Yan Fu's light and shadow under the crooked neck tree gave Master Tianzhi a faint look.

No words were left, and the whole body turned into a faint light and dissipated. The originally withered crooked neck tree looked lush again.

Master Tianzhi was left alone, smiling sadly.

In the Xiaohuang Territory, he is the great elder of the Corpse Demon Sect who can call upon the wind and rain. He himself has cultivated to the level of a fake infant. He holds the Lingbao Ruler in his hand, which adds to the foundation of the Corpse Demon fake body.

However, when he set foot on the inheritance place and his body was destroyed, he was as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog. Even if he begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, the owner of the inheritance place only looked at him one more time and said nothing.

Seeing no response, Master Tianshi became calm. He is not a person who accepts the inheritance, and he is not even qualified to be a chess piece in the hands of the powerful.

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

After thinking about this, Master Tianshi looked at Master Yuyan with envy.

At least in his opinion, Master Yuyan did not do anything, he had Master Nascent Soul protecting him, and he still had powerful inheritance to obtain. Even if he really had any plans, it would be better than dying here.

At this time, Tushanjun glared angrily. He did not look at Master Tianzhi's Yin Shen, but stared at the Crooked Neck Tree.

He stretched out his hand to pull Master Yuenyan up, but heard the man's voice coming from his ears.

Tu Shanjun's figure froze and he put down his thoughts.

"Haha, haha... I never thought that I, the Heavenly Corpse Master, would die here for seven hundred years." After laughing twice, the Heavenly Corpse Master took out a golden jade slip, lifted up his robe and knelt down straight. on the ground.

Facing Tushanjun.

He said: "I feel inferior to the True Lord for his divine power. I hope that the True Lord can let the Corpse Demon Sect go for the sake of inheritance and spiritual treasures."

"With this inheritance, the True Lord can also start to solve the stubborn illnesses of his old friend."

As he spoke, Master Tianzhi looked at the headless corpse standing next to Tushanjun.

After thinking about it, he didn't regret today's result. He could only say that he was not as skilled as others and could not overcome the difficulty. Moreover, because he did not have much time to wait, even if there was no such calamity, he would still look for opportunities to break through outside the territory.

Tu Shanjun frowned and thought carefully, stretched out his hand to take the golden jade slips and the ruler into his hands, and said in a deep voice: "As long as the Corpse Demon Sect understands their interests, I won't do anything to them. It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"I don't care about the flood after my death, and I can't bear to end the sect's inheritance. Speaking of which, I have never known the true king..." Master Tianshi stood up slowly and did not continue to say anything.

On the road of seeking, he has to fight, regardless of whether he has any grudges or not.

Tu Shanjun did not explain, he shook up the spiritual treasure in his hand, and the black and red flag appeared in front of the Master Tianshi.

Seeing Lingbao appear in front of him.

Master Celestial Corpse, who was originally calm, looked horrified.

The death of a monk's physical body is not the end. It does not mean that he can practice again without taking advantage of body snatching or reincarnation. If he throws himself into the soul flag, there will be no room for improvement, and he will become a spiritual treasure and a soul in this life.

Seeing that the Lingbao was only two feet away from him, the Heavenly Corpse Master burst into tears. He was afraid. He didn't know what he was afraid of. Maybe it was the fear of death, or maybe he was worried about the road.

Silent terror enveloped my heart.

Tu Shanjun said:

"Fellow."

"Please enter the banner."

As soon as the banner passed over him, Master Tianzhi suddenly felt a pull.

"ah!"

"Even if I become a ghost, I won't stop there. What kind of venerable senior, powerful monk..."

Before the words fell, the Yin spirit returned to the soul flag.

They are all monks, so there is no dignity at all. They will be afraid when facing death, and they will cry bitterly when facing a life and death crisis. It is not that they shed less tears as they get older.

The visualization method can greatly correct the consciousness of the sea and the Yin God, but it cannot turn the monk into a ruthless machine. The seven emotions and six desires are all in the heart. When they explode, no matter how high the cultivation level is, they can't resist it.

Therefore, Tushanjun did not feel ashamed of the Heavenly Corpse Master.

When the horror of life and death comes, no one can be calm and decent.

With the investment of Yin Shen at the peak of Jindan, Tushanjun felt that his aura was strengthened again, and he should not be in that situation when he faced the zombie fake corpse under the pressure of mana.

There was only a faint reverberation of Master Tianzhi's last roar. Tushanjun stared at the crooked neck tree. He turned around and left without making any futile effort.

This time he brought the Black Ball Demon with him.

There is no need for him to leave any means to protect him here.

When Tushanjun stepped through the white light gate, the ancient bronze gate slowly closed.

The Yanfu light and shadow stood under the tree and looked at Tushanjun quietly, without any change in his expression. He didn't even care about the Nascent Soul Lord, let alone the roar of a Yin Shen at the peak of the Golden Core.

Those words just sounded like the meaningless clamor of ants.

Boom!

The ancient bronze door was closed, and Tushanjun was about to take off the Black Mountain Seal, but he found that the seal gradually turned white, and with a light touch, it was as if the sand that had been weathered for thousands of years turned into a handful of gravel and dust, and slipped through Tushanjun's fingers.

After a long silence, he opened the gap and returned to the Treasure Building.

Sitting in front of the chessboard, listening to the puppet he created was still broadcasting the attack of the good and the evil. The evil spirit and the evil spirit gathered in the center of the formation, and he picked up a chess piece and did not drop it for a long time.

He waved his hand fiercely and swept the black and white chess basket in front of him to the ground.

The tinkling sound is endless.

Tu Shanjun instinctively wanted to use the emotion-bending technique to suppress his violent emotions, but after thinking about it, he still did not use it. The emotion-bending technique was too extreme, and if he was not careful, he would suppress all his emotions.

It's not good if you keep it suppressed for a long time.

It is better to use the mantra of "Consciousness of the Sea, Contemplation of Thoughts" to calm your mind and collect your Qi.

"Quit haste and use patience."

Tu Shanjun even forgot how long it had been since he said this to himself. He felt that everything was under control just because of his high level of cultivation. In fact, there were people outside the mountain, and there were people with higher levels of cultivation.

The demon lying on the ground was shivering and did not dare to raise his head.

At this moment, the master is very angry, and he will only take the initiative to provoke him when he is tired of living, especially after watching a peak Jindan Yin Shen being included in the soul flag.

That person has already cultivated into the False Infant, that is, he did not cultivate into the Nascent Infant due to bad luck. Otherwise, it’s hard to say what the outcome would be.

"Master, calm down."

"Master, please calm down..."

"..."

The Black Coal Ball Demon kept kowtowing.

"Pick it up." Tu Shanjun said calmly with his hands behind his back. The devil was smart enough to quickly pick up all the black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground, and carefully placed the two chess baskets in the center of the chessboard.

Perhaps seeing Tu Shanjun's good expression, the demon rolled his eyes, remembering that he still had the ability to protect him, and asked for reward in a low voice.

"Sir, victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers."

"Furthermore, this time, I forced the peak true king to reincarnate, sent away the enemy in the dark, obtained the core inheritance of the two sects of spirit demons and corpse demons, and stewed these two elements into a pot of great elixir. There are some differences. No big deal."

"False friendship and so-called benevolence and morality are all constraints on oneself."

"The life and death of Master Yuyan is entirely up to him. I have nothing to do with him..."

When he said that he was happy, he met Tushanjun's deep red eyes with a hint of green, and the devil closed his mouth knowingly. He even wished he could slap himself in the mouth first. If he didn't get the reward, it would be fine and it would make the True Lord unhappy.

If you flatter a horse by patting it on its hooves, wouldn't it bring yourself into trouble?

Tushanjun thought to himself that the devil was growing so fast.

The little intelligence he had from the beginning would now flatter and bewitch people. If he had been given a little more time, it would have been fine. No wonder Xiaohuangyu was very afraid of the devil, no matter the good devil.

He doesn't need a demon to comfort him. He has been hit countless times in the past ninety years and still refuses to admit defeat. A little frustration just makes him wake up from his false strength.

This was not a great victory, but it also interrupted the Spirit Demon Sect's plan and made the Corpse Demon Sect calm down, so that he could concentrate on dealing with the Blood Demon Sect after refining the elixir.

Tu Shanjun controlled the formation: "It's time to end." The seal fell on the center of the formation, and the already riddled treasure building let out an overwhelmed roar under the pressure of the formation.

The monks in the building used escape techniques to escape at the moment when the formation was untied.

The Xuanguang of the righteous sects can be large at most, while the escaping light belonging to the demonic sect is very rare. The Hehuan sect has the most, and the remaining demon sect monks only have two or three big cats and kittens.

…

Changshui Zhenren, who was sitting in the distant pavilion, let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Zhenjun didn't want to drive these people away, otherwise none of these people, whether they were foundation-building monks or golden elixir masters, would have a chance to survive.

Master Ziyang opened his eyes slightly and said happily: "It seems that the real king has solved the problem." He took out the teleportation talisman and said: "Activate the forbidden air formation, don't let them use their escape skills to rush into the city."

"Here!"

"Forbidden air formation..."

The corrugated crystal shields of the Yanyang Formation flickered and connected into a large area, and huge pressure came from all directions. The monks who had already fled suddenly felt the pressure coming down, and they could only be forced to fall on the streets of the city.

"Dead, all dead!"

The Qi practitioner with disheveled hair and blood all over his body fell to the ground.

He roared and got up, but before he could make any move, he was pushed down by the garrison monk who had been prepared and put the magic talisman on him. He forcefully opened his mouth and poured in the talisman water.

The monk's eyes were focused again and he recovered from his madness.

"This talisman that stabilizes the soul is very useful."

"Quickly, press that..."

"..."

The garrison monks around the Treasure Collection Tower quickly took action and pinned down the unconscious monks one by one. Others were sorting out order, and by the way, they separated the Jubao Tower and other cities in Yangcheng to prevent the monks who had just experienced the fight from colliding with others.

The faces of the monks from the righteous sect still showed the joy after the disaster. They followed the group and more or less obtained treasures. Although they experienced cruel fighting, they were not as happy as getting these treasures of heaven and earth.

However, they may have a psychological shadow on the auction.

…

Tushanjun left all the matters of seeing off guests and explaining things to Ziyang Zhenren.

He wanted to completely refine the treasure gathering tower formation and collect those Yin gods into the soul flags.

Next, please point out the specific harvest and two inheritances, and then see when Sanhu's body will be sent back to his hometown, and then he can concentrate on refining the Infant Transformation Pill.

"Xiao Lingzhou, I haven't been back for a long time."

"How long exactly?"

Tushanjun pondered.

"Sixty or seventy years."

Second update, morning.