The old Ibis Saint said: "Young Master's opportunity is two out of three.

"It's time to go back."

Wen Zhaowu, a young monk from Tianmen Holy Land, asked doubtfully: "Does Elder Ibis feel that the suppression of magic power is slowly weakening recently?"

"have."

The old Ibis Saint nodded.

Wen Zhaowu's gaze fell on the west mountain of the capital and said in a deep voice: "The suppression of the Divine Forbidden Land is based on that Heavenly Lord. Whether it is strengthened or weakened, it means that there is something wrong with the Divine Lord. The mineral veins solidified by the divine blood

, it shouldn’t appear to be drying up so quickly.”

"Young master, what do you mean...?"

Wen Zhaowu did not answer Old Ibis Saint's words but mentioned someone.

"Senior Brother Chu from the Holy Land sent me a letter, saying that we will arrive at the Forbidden Land."

"Master Chu?"

The old Ibis Saint was shocked.

"good.

"I guess it has something to do with the decline of the Forbidden Land.

Wen Zhaowu calculated: "Once such a powerful realm collapses, the collision will be so terrifying that even Senior Brother Chu is tempted. He must have received information from someone."

"Logically speaking, there shouldn't be many people still in the God's Forbidden Land now. The grand gathering that takes place once every ten years only lasts for three or four months. Not only is there no shortage, but there are also a steady stream of monks coming, including more

With a monk like Senior Brother Chu, I am afraid that there will be a sudden change in the forbidden land."

Wen Zhaowu's face was solemn, and he pondered for a while and said: "Let's make plans after senior brother arrives. If possible, we can also buy the bronze mask."

The old Ibis Saint opened his mouth, a complex expression flashed in his eyes, and after a long time he said: "He is so tight."

"Isn't even Senior Brother Chu his opponent?"

"He is also a great saint."

"It's different, very different." Old Ibis Saint shook his head slightly.

…

"Leaving?"

The mortal emperor in the throne asked.

"Your Majesty, in the past two months, I have gone a lot." The old eunuch replied respectfully.

"The palace is quite deserted."

Yuan Rong laughed: "It's cold, but it's not lonely."

Just when the old eunuch was about to reply, he heard the emperor behind the bead curtain say: "You guys can go too."

Plop.

The old eunuch knelt on the ground, with tears in his eyes, but said without saying anything: "The old slave's legs and feet are inconvenient and he can't walk. Even if he leaves, where should he go? Where is the old slave's shelter."

"yes."

Yuanrong looked at the old eunuch whom he had promoted and said, "You are getting old, and so am I."

"Then I won't leave."

As he spoke, Yuan Rong looked at the Western Mountain.

Xishan Temple View.

The Ghost Saint asked: "Sent away?"

Shou He nodded and said: "The arrangement was made by Tianjun."

"Very good." The ghost saint under the ancient tree had no objection.

When Senior Brother Taijing left with his little Junior Sister, he wanted Shou He to speak.

At that time, Shou He had the intention, but once he did that, not only Bu Zanghua would notice the problem, but Tai Jing would also break the pot and ask the question.

Later, Tianjun said that he could accomplish such a simple thing, so he has been putting it off until now.

Now that we have decided, we will send Bu Zanghua back to China.

"Since everything has been arranged, I will help you refine the holy blood." Tu Shanjun looked at Shou He, his eyes like the eternal abyss passing through his thoughts: "I originally wanted to wait for you to grow up and have the Immortal Taoist Scripture and the Great Witchcraft Scripture.

By practicing internal and external training, your Tao body may become an even different existence, and now you can only rush to encourage it."

Shou He cupped his hands and said, "My life is..."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand to interrupt Shou He's words and said coldly: "Don't say such words again.

"You can't live without the Zunhun Banner, and I can't use it without you.

"I am not your benefactor.

"There is no need to be grateful to me.

"You are the banner master, and I am the master soul, that's all."

Although Shou He felt that this was not the case, he didn't know what to say.

He is like that poor boy who got a chance. No one knows whether he will soar into the sky or disappear into the world. Maybe his destiny is not hard and he will not be able to withstand the huge opportunity and he will leave this world early.

But if you think about it carefully, what Ghost Saint said is not wrong.

After the Zunhun Banner falls into his hands, he will naturally bear all the consequences of his actions.

As the banner master, can he get rid of the cause and effect of the soul banner itself?

How many pairs of eyes are staring.

How many troublesome things are there.

Shou He should have expected it.

How can it be such a good thing to only inherit property without taking on debts?

Shou He laughed, then burst into laughter.

All the forms on his body disappeared quickly at this moment.

Shou He, who was already close to a foot tall, turned into a thin, dark man over six feet tall.

At this moment, the divine fetus in his wild sea of ​​consciousness suddenly opened his eyes, walked as a human body, and measured the wild wilderness.

At this moment, Tu Shanjun saw the changes in Shou He.

Shou He was not arrogant, nor did he really think that it was the relationship between the weapon master and the weapon, but he clearly understood where he should stand.

Just as he is neither a monster nor a god.

He is human.

He is an upright person.

This is witchcraft.

Shouhe immediately sat cross-legged as the strange phenomena in his body suddenly disappeared.

The Zunhun Banner suddenly flew down behind him.

It seems that he is protecting the law for him.

A drop of black-red demonic blood emerged from the center of his eyebrows. The demonic blood was all-encompassing and boiled under the attraction of the Great Witch God Fetus, blooming with a terrifying aura.

Demonic blood dripped.

Ding dong.

Like the sound of the great road.

At this time, Tushanjun, who was under the ancient tree, looked surprised and sighed: "It's a shame that you don't cultivate your qualifications."

No wonder he was able to reach the top of the Forbidden Land at the age of thirty.

Shou He's talent even surpasses that of ordinary geniuses.

It's a pity that he was unlucky.

He was not taken away by foreign monks when he was ten years old, but went to practice martial arts when he was less than ten years old.

The inner breath of a martial artist is similar to mana, but the inner breath and qi and blood are definitely not mana.

To complete the transformation, you need to pass three levels in a row: skin transportation, internal organs training, and bone training to become innate.

Of course, the faster thing is to eliminate the inner breath. No matter what it is, if you do it again and again, you don’t know how much time it will waste.

Most of the monks from the sect who come in come here for opportunities and talents. There is not enough time in the first place, and each family is relatively well-known, so no one will choose a child who has already practiced martial arts. In addition, it is judged whether the other person is a good practitioner at a young age.

With so little means, there is no chance of longevity.

Unexpectedly, Shou He's talent was surprisingly good.
To be continued...