I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Compared to life and death.

Right or wrong, it no longer matters.

Plop.

Meng Zhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the central pillar with the Yin-Yang Mirror on his back, stumbled to his feet and knelt on the ground.

He kowtowed and said, "Disciple, I know I was wrong."

"Please master, please give me another chance."

"Disciple must shoulder his own responsibilities. Even if he faces the enemy this time, he doesn't want to survive. He only wants to protect the master from this whirlpool."

Meng Zhi said seriously: "It's not because of the disciple's threat. Now the Yu family has the master in their pocket. If there are no disciples to deal with it, I'm afraid the master will be doomed."

Tu Shanjun didn't know how true or false the words were.

He couldn't hear other people's voices, and he couldn't tell whether Mengzhi was lying through the color, but Mengzhi was right. If he hadn't continued to deal with it, the Yu family would have risked infamy to seize the soul flag.

Those monks who have practiced for a long time are by no means idle, nor are they just clay figures who can be manipulated by others.

Once Tu Shanjun bites back, the Yu family will definitely use this as an excuse.

Tu Shanjun looked at Meng Zhi and shook his head slightly.

He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

The magical power has been withdrawn, and the Taoist body has been stripped away and incorporated into the flag. Now Meng Zhi has not completely integrated into the Zunhun flag, but Tu Shanjun has not completely defeated his visionary vision.

However, this is only a matter of time.

As soon as the vision collapses, Meng Zhi will enter the soul flag.

The old ape wearing a cassock put his hands together, and the cassock on his body turned into a black and red robe of Lord Yama.

The golden monkey hair turned into long scarlet hair like a waterfall, the kind eyes turned into green faces and fangs, and the furry palms returned to pale white and blue-black ghost hands.

Tu Shanjun said: "The big clan is a wild beast that eats people without spitting out their bones. What he promises to give you will never be as good as what he can get."

"You think everything is under your control. In fact, this is part of their plan. No matter who wins or loses, it will be the Yu family who will benefit in the end."

If the Yu family had not thought this way, they would not have sent Yu Linglong to reveal the information.

"impossible!"

"As long as I can strike a good balance, I will definitely benefit."

Meng Zhi shook his head firmly, he firmly believed that there was no problem with his plan.

If the master hadn't found out in advance and could easily suppress him even after he had prepared for a long time, he would have been able to master the soul flag, and then slowly deal with the Yu family, waiting for himself to become a saint.

"Furthermore, I did not reveal that the soul flag can continue to advance. I only said that there is a way for the best Taoist soldiers to advance to the sacred weapon."

"Even if the sacred weapon soul flag is powerful enough, it can be transformed into the heritage of a great clan."

"If there is no weapon spirit's approval, ordinary saints will not be able to take charge."

"You certainly didn't reveal it."

"But how do you, a casual cultivator, know such a top secret?"

"It should be noted that most sects do not have a way to advance weapon spirits. The top sects in the Eastern Wasteland have opportunities to advance, and you have to pay a huge price to get them. Therefore, the Yu family will definitely find the reason from me."

"They will think I know how to advance."

"So, why not bypass you and contact me directly."

"Do you know that Linglong has been looking for me before?"

Meng Zhi is a smart man, otherwise he would not think of using his cultivation to suppress Tu Shanjun first, and then talk to the Yu family.

However, he still thought that the saints of the rich clan were too simple. The saints of the rich clan did not need to use force at all. At least they could profit from it by identifying conflicts and provoking them a little.

With their strength, they sit firmly on Diaoyutai.

Even if the plan fails, you can wait calmly.

"The most important thing is that the Yu family is a big family in Guxianlou. Guxianlou is the largest trading empire in the spiritual world, so it naturally controls its own information channels."

"How many weapon spirit treasures can appear in the Eastern Wasteland? Only one may appear in a few hundred years. There may be other weapon spirit treasures that appear in the world but are not known to us."

"But, how many more are there?"

"Honoring Soul Flag."

Tu Shanjun's calm eyes stared ahead: "The secret of Zunhun Banner is like a sieve, full of holes. As long as the Yu family has enough patience and uses the huge information channels, they will one day investigate Come out. The soul flag is not a naturally born artifact."

"Cuiyun has sold the soul flag to Guxian Tower a long time ago."

"Now, you are just doing the same thing as him."

Tushanjun smiled helplessly.

Chuiyun was actually able to find someone who had the same goals as him.

If he hadn't discovered it earlier, maybe Meng Zhi would have been bewitched by Chui Yun and give him a try when he accepted the Tiger Soul Dao Body.

When the time comes, Chuiyun takes over Meng Zhi's body and uses Kunpeng to suppress the balance beam and gold tiger soul, which can also make Meng Zhi's body bear the tiger soul Taoist body.

At that time, maybe the results would be different.

"Back then in Xingluo Sea..."

"..."

Meng Zhi said in horror: "Does the Yu family already know..."

"almost."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

The secret of the Zunhun Banner cannot be kept secret for long.

He walked from Xiaolingzhou and left deep traces along the way. As long as a person is interested and has terrifying information channels, he will be able to find the origin and truth of the Soul Flag among the chaos.

Exposed, it's just a matter of time.

"If you put it this way, if I can easily walk out of the Yu family's gate, they will definitely send saints to follow me."

Mengzhi woke up with a start.

"Yes."

"The saint has arrived."

Meng Zhi smiled bitterly.

He was completely defeated and wrong.

He underestimated his master and the Yu family, and also overestimated himself.

From the beginning to the end, all he could rely on was the soul flag and his own weak strength. However, he wanted to break his own support, which was his worst decision.

Not just wrong.

Still leaving such a mess.

Frustrated, Meng Zhi fell to the ground and rubbed his face fiercely.

Looking back at the Yin Yang Mirror behind him that had begun to collapse, Meng Zhi stared blankly at his face.

He could feel that his time was running out.

Fortunately, he no longer had to face this unresolved deadlock. He simply stood up, walked straight past Tu Shanjun, and walked into the darkness without saying a word.

At least for this moment.

He can still retain his dignity.

Even if the master said that he could be given another chance, he could not guarantee that he would not look embarrassed when facing those saintly Taoists.

Instead of being embarrassed, let it go completely.

After all, he was already prepared for defeat before he took action.

Such a result was also expected.

As for last words, he didn't need anything like that.

Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.

Why say more.

The master and apprentice passed each other.

Tushanjun also did not look back.

The beautiful and deep eyes quietly explained what was ahead.

I murmured in my heart: "I hope you are the first and the last."

At this point, Tushanjun has no way to recover. If he can give Mengzhi a chance, he will not be helpless to the others in the banner. In this muddy world, who can truly control his own destiny, and who can truly control his own destiny? of detachment.

Are there really immortals in this world?

As the inspiration completely disappeared.

‘Meng Zhi’ opened his eyes.

The dark gold tiger eyes turned into black and red ghost eyes, the long golden hair was dyed with blood, and the fair face turned into green face, with ferocious fangs growing out.

This was not the first time that Tushanjun used his disciple's body.

When he faced Chi Xuan once, he felt that he cared too much, which was why Chi Xuan died.

Now when he met Meng Zhi, he felt that he had done too little and let him die.

So in the end,

Should we control more or control less?

Is that good? !

Isn't it better to just do nothing?

Or should I say that we should not accept Banner Master as his disciple.

The relationship between the banner and the banner owner should not be mixed with other relationships. It is better not to invest emotions.

Isn't it true that as long as the other party is not a demon, let him do whatever he wants, and the main soul can just be a natural and holy person who watches with a cold eye.

Is this the only way to avoid being sad when the banner master dies?

Is this the only way to prevent door cleaning from happening again?

Because he didn't accept the other party as his disciple at all.

Flags and flag owners are supposed to be mutually beneficial.

No one owes anyone anything.

No one should owe anyone anything.

Tushanjun didn't know, and he couldn't understand either.

He just decided secretly.

From now on, he will not accept any more disciples.

Sometimes, the status of master and disciple tethers each other, and also tethers oneself. It would be better to be the purest soul flag and flag master from the beginning.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what to do.

Maybe he should stay away from it completely just like avoiding love disaster.

"It seems you won."

A majestic and deep voice resounded from the end of the sky.

The sky is full of frost and snow, just like fog sweeping across the sky.

In heavy snow.

A middle-aged man wearing a white gold flower robe approached. He had square lips and a wide mouth, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, eyes like stars, and sword-shaped eyebrows with frosty hair and silver snow.

Taking one step forward, Snow Lotus appeared at his feet.

The holy light burst out and shook the heaven and the earth.

The person approaching looks like a god from the east.

After he appeared, the whole world seemed to be cheering for joy, as if countless creatures in the dark were chanting the saint's name and praising the saint's greatness.

What a mighty power that was, even the world and the earth that he stepped on recognized each other.

This is the third step on the path to immortality.

Holy.

Great Sage!

When he saw the opponent, Tushanjun realized that he couldn't beat him.

Even though he was invincible in the second step, even some ordinary saints were not as powerful as him, but the person in front of him was not ordinary. He was Yu Haoxuan, the patriarch of the Yu family in the Ancient Immortal Tower.

As one of the twelve major clans in the Ancient Immortal Tower, the patriarch of the Yu family, his cultivation strength and profound Taoism must be at the Taoist Tianjiao level. No, he has completely surpassed it and become the Holy Lord level.

That is to say, he ascended to the position of Holy Lord as the Taoist disciple.

He must have been the strongest contemporary member of the Yu family back then.

He might even be the strongest Taoist disciple in the entire Eastern Wasteland.

His cultivation level is at least in the second realm of sainthood.

Whether the refining is fake or real, Tu Shanjun doesn't know.

No matter which realm it is, it is definitely not something he can defeat.

Tushanjun said nothing.

He looked up at the sky above.

The palm of his hand shook.

The Soul Reverend Banner appeared in his hand.

Three thousand miles of frost and snow were all swallowed up by the purple energy, but the thick thundercloud did not stop expanding and continued to expand.

It has covered thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

The power of the sky is like a prison, firmly locking the tiny figure between heaven and earth.

The figure was holding a large blue-black flag.

Second update, late.