I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 1222 Calling
Tushan Jun suddenly looked at Jinghong.

Jinghong understood Tushanjun's look.

"father."

"I won't retreat."

Tushan Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back, his double pupils towering, like a giant mountain standing in the thirty-third heaven.

Tu Shanjun did not say anything. He had already said what he wanted to say and there was no need to repeat it.

Brothers fight together to kill a tiger, fathers and sons fight together in battle, the final battle is inevitable. All we can do is to surpass our limits, and all hope lies in...

Tushan Jun's gaze slowly moved towards the huge golden-red banner standing in the sky, fluttering like the Milky Way. Countless streams of faith continuously poured into the banner.

What he wanted to forge was an unprecedented "immortal weapon".

It requires countless evil spirits.

Jinghong retracted his gaze, looked at Laojun, and said with a folded hand: "Daozu, if I had not come out of the great terror, who do you think could hold the Zunhun Banner for my father?"

Laojun's lowered eyelids moved slightly as he thought carefully.

Who can take on this great task?

Ancient immortal.

No.

Although Gu Xian is also an innate immortal, he has long lost his enterprising spirit.

He does not care about the people of the world. The universe is just his home. Even if a great destruction occurs and the underworld buries everything of the era, it will require immortals to create a new world. I am afraid that it will not affect them, the immortals. They may even break through the domain barrier and go far away to the outside world.

Yuan Sheng Holy Demon.

Alternative achievements are immortal.

Now it is like a clay Buddha crossing the river and it is unable to save itself.

If he wakes up, the first one to become a part of the True Immortal will be Yuan Sheng Shengmo.

Letting him take charge of the Soul Honoring Banner would completely disrupt the situation.

Qing Emperor?

If the Green Emperor chose their method of saving the world, it would be a great help. Unfortunately, the Green Emperor did not choose that.

As for the Queen Mother of the West, it is even more impossible. Although she is an innate god, she is not immortal after all, and she is only a fifth-level great supernatural power.

Great supernatural powers are simply unable to unleash the full power of the Soul-Respecting Banner.

The founders of the three religions can do it.

However, they have seen 'Him' and naturally there will be errors in their cognition.

"If the Emperor of Heaven were still alive..."

Daozu let out a long sigh.

If the ancient Heavenly Emperor were still alive, there would be a chance for him to take charge of the Soul-Respecting Banner.

He then shook his head and said, "I can't tell. Maybe I should let you make the decision yourself when the time comes."

"Whether we are or the ancient immortals, we can all be commanded by you, fellow Taoist."

Laojun did not say anything to comfort him, such as "Perhaps the Emperor of Heaven will not fall into great terror."

Even the Heavenly Emperor was trapped in it. Can this Heavenly Emperor, who is even more immature, has achieved enlightenment only a short time ago, and is still cultivating the Way of Heaven, really walk out of this great terror?

It's not impossible.

Instead of just thinking about this miracle, it is better to think carefully about who is more suitable.

Tushan Jinghong opened her arms as if embracing the entire universe: "Then let everyone in the world choose!"

……

The Tiandi calendar lasted for 800 years.

Thanks to the submission of the three religions, Heaven completely controlled the universe.

All newborns born this year and thereafter are gifted.

The first signs of this were already visible eight hundred years ago.

The Heavenly Court controls the Underworld and can completely equip newborns with the most suitable talents.

Of course, it is not about piling up all talents at once, but optimizing them according to the attributes of the soul, and tapping the individual's potential as fully as possible to cope with the catastrophe.

Five days and seven realms.

Three thousand great worlds and billions of small worlds.

Countless geniuses emerged.

There are geniuses who are born with the legacy of the great emperor, and there are also Taoist masters who reincarnate with their memories.

There are strong men who deduce their second life and return to the beginning, and there are also geniuses who die and their dreams are shattered.

The Jindan cultivator of the Small Thousand World breaks through the void.

The Jindan cultivators who ascended did not become ordinary but soared into the sky after getting the opportunity of the great world. Their realms improved by leaps and bounds, and in a short period of time, many beings who could be compared to the former Daozi emerged. The geniuses of those big sects became even more different, and each of them could be regarded as a senior who surpassed his own sect.

In addition, the Heavenly Court deliberately promoted new methods, built schools, established laws, unified writing systems, and the same path... The Xuanling, which was originally experimental in the underworld, was also promoted along with the practice methods, which greatly shortened the time of the cultivators and allowed them to have longer lives in exchange for the depth of their Taoism.

Monks all over the world no longer have to worry about resources.

The advantage of this method is that the evil energy generated by the practice will also flow to the Zunhun Banner.

All the cultivators in the nine heavens and ten earths were helping Tu Shanjun to forge immortal weapons.

The treasures of heaven and earth that once required great efforts to obtain have become commonplace, and even the magic medicine is no longer a legend. According to the old Taoist priest who is about to die, there is a Peach Garden in the Heavenly Palace, with tens of thousands of Peach Magic Trees. Any cultivator who is qualified to leave the Second World can go there to exchange for the magic medicine and the Second World Dharma.

This is a bright and glorious era, with countless geniuses rising from the land. No one will be trapped in a pond and unable to fully display their talents. The Xuanling, which is poured out like rain, turns into small boats, guiding all living beings to embark on the path of cultivation and transcend the limits of life.

The soul-honoring banner standing in the heavenly palace floats in the sky.

Tushan Jun stared at the soul flag.

With one step forward, the ghost immortal's body was completely integrated into the Zunhun Banner. After a thousand years, the Zunhun Banner absorbed the beliefs of the world, and all the evil spirits entered the jar. It was no longer a pure color, and there was no distinction between red and black. Instead, it gradually turned into nothingness, as if it had become an unformed immortal land.

……

The Tiandi calendar lasts for two thousand years.

Amitabha Buddha set foot on the Tushita Palace in the thirty-three heavens.

meet.

Amitabha asked Daoist Patriarch, "How many more are missing?"

Laojun looked at the golden-red Liuding Liujia alchemy furnace that towered like a mountain in front of him, slowly fanning the palm-leaf fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "This furnace of Nine-Transformation Golden Pills of this old Taoist is enough for a saint to break through the realm and step into the realm of Dao Lord. At the very least, it can extend one's life by 3,000 years. It is an immeasurable opportunity."

“I never thought that fellow Daoist would become a guest of honor in the Heavenly Court and refine elixirs and weapons for them.” Amitabha withdrew his gaze.

"During this great calamity, we should contribute what we can. Daoist friends should also step into the mortal world to save the world."

"Your apprentice found me."

"he."

Laojun paused.

Amitabha said in a deep voice: "He mentioned a method."

Laojun raised his hand to signal the Buddha to stop.

The Buddha lowered his eyes and said: "Can this world support immortals?" Laojun did not answer the Buddha's question, he was also troubled by this question.

Amitabha sighed, "He died on the eve of his immortality... The world collapsed, and he had no choice but to bury himself. He used his five internal organs to create five heavens, and his six internal organs to build six realms, forming the Free Heaven, three thousand great worlds, and billions of small worlds. It was not easy to stabilize it."

"Now, there is another immortal here. I have no doubt that he can become an immortal."

"I even think that he has a better chance than that person."

Laojun looked at Amitabha with some surprise: "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"

Amitabha said solemnly: "What if there are never ten immortals?"

Laojun suddenly fell silent.

This is indeed one way.

He died on the road to immortality and spread the Dao to the world, so this world can accommodate ten immortals. It is also where he anchored his three souls and seven spirits. Once they return to their positions, they can be resurrected and become true immortals. If it is true as Amitabha Buddha said, there will never be ten immortals in the world...

Laojun pondered for a long time, deduced countless times, and laughed: "Since this world can accommodate ten immortals, there is no way we can suppress them..."

"But we can do it one step earlier..."

"Kill them?" Laojun looked at Amitabha steadily.

Amitabha was startled and said in a low voice: "Amitabha."

He is Buddha, Laojun is Tao.

Tao is inaction, Buddha saves all.

After thinking about it, maybe it’s because…

"confused."

Queen Wa pointed out the problem directly.

They were afraid that Tushanjun would die on the road to immortality like that man, and they were also worried that Tushanjun would be defeated, and that man would gather the ten immortal anchors to come back to life, but would also destroy the world that had finally stabilized.

According to the knowledge of the three founders of the religions, no one has ever succeeded from ancient times to the present.

Immortality is an immortal standing in the mundane world.

Even if the universe is annihilated, it would be as easy as walking on flat ground.

Laojun smiled and said, "You also know that there is another space in the Honored Soul Banner."

Queen Nuwa suddenly looked towards Daozu.

Laojun continued, "If the Honored Soul Banner can become an immortal weapon, it can naturally transform into immortal soil and carry real immortals."

"Even if I really lose..."

"At the end of the era, the Heavenly Palace fell from the Yuanyang Territory, and the Underworld buried everything ancient. Based on the Honored Soul Banner, the next era will be restarted!"

……

A place of emptiness.

Chaos fairyland.

Yuanmo Palace.

The silence and tranquility were broken by the sound of footsteps.

This is a strange place. It seems that there is no flow of time and no distinction between heaven and earth. There is only a supreme demon palace standing quietly, as if countless years have passed.

Deep in the Asgard, a faint ghost light lit up in the empty eye sockets of the half-rotten corpse on the dark throne.

clack.

The iron boots fell to the ground.

Candles were lit in clusters.

The half-rotten immortal slowly spoke: "Green Emperor."

"How many are there?"

"almost."

The Green Emperor, with his hands behind his back, looked at Hai who was emitting the aura of immortality, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Haixian said: "I have seen Amitabha Buddha, and he said there are still two missing."

"you?"

"You should know that I walk in all the heavens and worlds."

"I understand. You want them to dig out all traces of your past one by one until there is someone to replace you, so that you, who are between life and death, can come back to life completely and become an immortal." The Qing Emperor's words were filled with sighs and admiration. The Yuansheng Holy Demon Immortality Method is indeed a supreme immortal method.

If he is given enough time, with his plan, perhaps it will be possible to achieve it.

As for whether one can become an immortal, no one can be sure.

But it is undeniable that everyone is pursuing his own path to immortality.

Yuan Sheng Lingmo did not refute Qingdi's words.

"But there's no time."

"I hope you can give him a hand."

"Who?"

Haixian asked softly.

"Fellow Daoist, he knows it very well."

Haixian blurted out: "Tushan Jun!"

The Green Emperor looked at Haixian calmly: "Haven't you helped him many times?"

……

Tu Shanjun suddenly opened his eyes.

The space and time in front of me suddenly distorted.

He took one step forward.

A figure in the ruins was searching for something.

Snapped!
"Don't make noise, I'm looking for..." The monk who was concentrating on searching was stunned for a moment and shuddered.

This ancient demon-annihilation land has long been buried deep in the ancient era. How could there be living people? Maybe it is the corpse of an ancient emperor who has regained his life. That would be...

Look back.

The black-robed monk wearing a conical hat was stunned as if he had seen a ghost.

"Tushanjun!"

"How did you find this place?"

Tu Shanjun was a little surprised. It was clearly Datou who called out his name, and he somehow sensed it, but why did Datou look so surprised?

Look around the ancient land.

This is a huge abandoned cemetery.

Without hiding anything, he asked, "Daoyou, you called me just now."

"I?"

"Call you?"