I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1163 Looking for Immortals

into the night.

Moon stars are rare.

The sky is getting closer.

The only sound in the Dan Palace was the crackling of flames.

The demon didn't dare to say a word. He should have been drinking in the Senluo Hall, but now he was looking at the fire helplessly, complaining in his heart. But now he didn't even dare to think about it. The old demon was so powerful that he was afraid that everything he was thinking would be seen through. He could only squat in front of the fire with an empty mind.

"How long have you been with me?"

The hoarse imperial voice was not loud, but rather low.

The demon head hurriedly followed the sound and saw the tall main soul sitting at the desk with his hands behind his back. He replied, "To answer your question, sir, I have been following you in the Desolate Territory since I was a child. We were separated once, so it should be two thousand years now."

"Small Wasteland..."

Tu Shanjun paused as he held the pen.

"At that time, the master wanted to seek revenge, and I got into the big formation."

"I remember." Tu Shanjun turned his gaze and looked deeply into the sky.

Back then, when he achieved spiritual treasure and joined hands with Taiyi to destroy the Blood Evil Sect, he truly felt a sense of satisfaction in taking revenge.

It was that fate that made them fly into the sea of ​​stars and soar into the East Desert with their wings spread. Counting all the time, it has been two thousand years.

"Your cultivation has fallen behind."

Tu Shanjun looked at the demon who was only at the peak of the spirit transformation stage.

With the supply of Yinhun Pills and the token realm to eliminate the evil spirit, the demon's cultivation level did not improve much.

The demon said cautiously: "I am already a gifted person. Two thousand years of being at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Realm is not mediocre."

"I dare not compare myself with you, Master. If I compare myself with you, I am like a firefly comparing itself to the bright moon, or a mayfly asking the sky. Your talent in cultivation is rare in the world. An ordinary cultivator would spend hundreds of years in seclusion, but there is no emperor who can stay in seclusion for two thousand years."

"I, an old man..." Tu Shanjun smiled.

The demon said longingly: "Master, you should be able to do anything by now."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and then shook his head and said, "You should have heard of the legend of the underworld?"

The demon was stunned and said in surprise: "Master, wasn't the underworld created by you and the young master? How can this be considered a legend? Legends are stories that have been passed down since ancient times."

As the demon was speaking, he suddenly looked up, with a look of fear in his eyes.

It didn't know why it had actually heard such a legend.

If Tushan Jun hadn't told it these things, it would not have realized it at all. It would only think that the underworld was a reasonable existence, and even that it had existed in the world since ancient times.

Because a lot of information points to ancient times or even wilderness.

But this is impossible. It is true that there were cloudy days and reincarnation of true spirits in the past, but there was no such a huge force as the underworld, no underworld messengers to help guide the souls, and no opening of the gates of hell.

But it just remembered something, as if there was some power in this world that made it know these things.

Tushan Jun explained: "When I become an emperor, I will be an emperor in the past, future and present."

"The same is true for the underworld."

In fact, the current Tushan Jun doesn't need to speak at all. He doesn't need words, writing, or spiritual consciousness as a medium. The heaven and earth will operate on their own, and all living beings will understand his intentions, just like when he saw the blood jade gourd of Yuansheng Shengmo in the Small Wilderness.

This is the essence of a great master.

A person with great supernatural powers not only possesses unparalleled spiritual power and strength, but also the heaven and earth become a part of him.

Except for the fact that there will be great terror approaching every time he makes a move, and he will be killed in a fight, those with great supernatural powers can achieve true immortality.

"Isn't this a fairy?" the devil exclaimed.

Its eyes widened and it lowered its voice and asked, "Master, can you travel through the long river of time?"

“For me, time no longer exists.”

Tu Shanjun frowned, he did not make such an attempt.

Wu Rong, who was heading towards the palace gate, took two steps at a time and asked anxiously, "Teacher, can you revive my brother?"

"can."

Tu Shanjun said solemnly: "I can extract a part of my memory and use it as the basis for 'resurrecting' Xinglie, but this kind of resurrection is not based on the true spirit and soul. In other words, the one who is alive is just the one in my memory, not the original person."

It was also the first time that Wu Rong realized the power of the great supernatural power: "Isn't he exactly the same as my former senior brother?"

Tu Shanjun pondered and said, "The memory and personality are exactly the same, but he is not free. His soul is still trapped in the soul flag."

“Teacher, since you have such great magical powers, why don’t you let the spirit in the banner…” Wu Rong didn’t finish his words as he realized that he had touched upon the core issue.

He immediately dismissed his attendants and ordered the demon to look after the situation. He slightly bowed and raised the Soul Flag. With a movement of his spiritual consciousness, he appeared in the mountain city view within the Soul Flag.

There is a vast universe within the suspended city.

Inside the Taoist temple, under the ancient tree.

The sitting figure slowly opened his eyes.

Wu Rong bowed and said, "Teacher!"

Tu Shanjun asked with a smile: "The front hall is celebrating, why are you here?"

"There is an avatar in the front hall. I thought it was deserted here, so I thought of bringing two pots of good wine." Wu Rong sat cross-legged in front of the table and continued, "Has the ancestor left?"

"Just left for a while."

Tushan Jun casually transformed into a wine jar.

"I come."

Wu Rong took the initiative to pick up the wine pot and pour wine for the two of them, then asked: "Teacher..."

"I know what you want to ask. The soul in the banner is still unable to leave. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't." "Can't?" Wu Rong was surprised. People with great supernatural powers were called immortals in the Ancient Immortal Tower.

At this point, you are only one step away from becoming a true immortal.

There is nothing that cannot be accomplished with such a level of Taoism, especially when it comes to issues concerning oneself.

After understanding the essence of the crude audio and video, Tu Shanjun had a clear understanding of his own strength. He said without hiding too much, "I have some clues. The soul in the banner is the foundation of my cultivation. Once the soul is dismantled, the collapse of my cultivation is a small matter. If it causes a huge change..."

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Rong immediately refused.

He wanted to resurrect his brother, but if the resurrection caused problems with the Soul Honoring Banner, it would become a huge event, and everything that had been established now might be shaken.

Regardless of how the three religions view the underworld, the ten tribes of Yintian will all rise up to attack it.

Especially after knowing Qingdi's attitude, Wu Rong did not dare to let his teacher's practice be damaged.

After thinking for a long time, Wu Rong said in a deep voice: "This matter cannot be rushed. Right now, everything is still based on your cultivation. Without Tuotian's Taoism, the three religions will not compromise, the ten clans will not bow, and the Hehuan Sect will not withdraw its assets. Military force is the foundation of everything, and there is no room for carelessness."

"I see."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly. He had killed his way here, so how could he not know that strength is the foundation of everything.

This matter cannot be rushed.

If it is not maintained properly, you may lose everything.

Wu Rong let out a long breath. He was afraid that the teacher would start to dismantle the spirit in the banner right now. Fortunately, the teacher still maintained a clear mind and did not get carried away thinking that luck was on his side. "I have sent people to look for scriptures and classics about becoming an immortal. It won't work for a casual immortal, but a true immortal will definitely work."

Tu Shanjun smiled and waved his hand, saying, "It is still unknown whether you can become a true immortal, so your life span problem must be solved first. How many years of life do you have left?"

Wu Rong said calmly: "Three thousand years."

"I dare not say anything outside because someone will pay attention to me. Only here can I speak freely." Wu Rong looked around. The realm of Zubing's Zunhun Banner had completely become a world of its own, separating the underworld and the world of the living. In other words, there were no living things. Otherwise, it could really be considered a world of its own.

To him, the world inside the banner is a paradise completely isolated from the rest of the world.

As he spoke, he put the peach pit down and said with a smile: "Shenting peaches, maybe we can use the peach pits to grow new magical medicine."

Tu Shanjun took the core casually. With his current strength and understanding of the magic medicine, he could really grow the magic medicine again.

If the underworld could possess the magic medicine, the development of its power would be more stable.

"Fortunately, there is room for maneuver."

"Teacher, don't worry. I only have three thousand years left to live."

Tu Shanjun frowned suddenly and asked intently, "What do you mean?"

Wu Rong smiled and said, "Uncle Yunyan asked me if I could see the future, and I told him I couldn't, I could only sense it vaguely, but that's not true, I can see part of it.

“How can the Great Dao of Destiny not be able to calculate one’s own fate?

“I knew that I would most likely die in that battle. There were more than a trillion thoughts, and at least half of them would die in me. But I also saw hope of winning.

“Now I can see my own death clearly, without any branches.

“Whether it’s the miraculous medicine, the fruit of enlightenment, the Book of Life and Death, or rebirth… they all point to one destination.

“Three thousand years.

"The time God has reserved for me."

Wu Rong suddenly stood up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully.

Tu Shanjun's hand holding the wine jar trembled slightly, and he said hoarsely: "You never told me before."

"If you can't tell it, it won't work."

Bang!

The wine jar fell on the table and half of it was embedded in it. Tu Shanjun was furious and said, "You gambled with your life!"

Wu Rong said sincerely: "In this battle, I must bet my life with Yan Fu. He is betting his life, and so am I."

“I won, but I also lost.”

"Of course you will lose!"

"I didn't lose to Yanfu, I just didn't count on Qingdi."

"Qing Emperor?!"

Wu Rong said in a deep voice: "That's right, when I was refining the magic medicine, I intercepted the great supernatural power from Yintian and could have lived another life, but the Green Emperor told me that this was your only chance, so I gave up my second life, reshaped my body to intercept the limit of heaven, and restored my Taoist body to its complete peak, so that my soul flag can go one step further."

"I can't just watch my teacher die in the immortal calamity!"

"I have no idea……"

……

"It doesn't hurt to be more on guard. The older the guy, the less trustworthy he is. The more powerful he is, the bigger his plans are."

The words of my grandfather are still ringing in my ears.

Now Tushan Jun fully understood Zuweng's expression.

Tu Shanjun murmured to himself: "Why did he want to lock your life at the peak of Daojun."

The sea of ​​consciousness was spinning frantically.

'Perhaps, he was also afraid of a truly great master in charge of the Soul Banner.

'What is he afraid of?

'Why do you want to plot against us?

'Is it about becoming an immortal?

There are very few places for immortals.

'In other words, only one person in this world can become an immortal! '