Thousands of meters in the air.

Zhenjun's protective shield formed a layer of frost mist.

Tushanjun wiped away the haze in front of him and lowered his eyes with scarlet eyes. He glanced sideways at the master of good and evil underground in the distance. He did not speak, but pondered for a long time.

The five great Nascent Souls gathered together.

Except for Daxiu, the true king of the Netherworld, this brings together the top monks in the Small Wasteland. On weekdays, Shenlong never sees the beginning or end, and they don't pay attention to the sect's secular affairs. They only control the 'overall situation'.

They hope that Zunhun Zhenjun will put the overall situation first.

"What's the overall situation?" Tu Shanjun lowered his eyebrows and looked at his blue-grey palm, checking the remaining mana of the demonic blood element in the soul flag.

The magic pill that was once as egg-like has shrunk down to a broad bean.

When he really stood on the chess table in Xiaohuangyu.

Suddenly I looked back and realized.

The soul flag needs to be waved.

The cultivation of a powerful True Monarch requires mana to drive it.

He couldn't help but think of that afternoon, it was a sunny day, because he saw the light of day again after being buried for two months, and saw his old friend return safely. The sun was bright, and his mood was naturally very good.

It was only when he saw the hand holding the soul flag that he froze on the spot.

Ding Xie smiled and said to him: "Brother Tu Shan, do you think that I, Ding Xie, can't hold the soul flag with my nine fingers?"

As his thoughts came closer, Tu Shanjun opened his palms, and the small flags rotated slowly.

Killing is not pleasant.

Extracting the soul to refine the soul is not a good method either.

As he once thought, the True Monarch Yuanying did not have the great supernatural power that could penetrate the heavens and the earth as legendary.

"You can hold it and you can wave it."

"On the contrary, it's me..."

"I, Lord Tushan, cannot wield this powerful spiritual treasure."

Tu Shanjun looked back at Yangcheng and murmured softly.

He cannot use up his energy and waste up his mana. When he loses his strength, Yangcheng will become a soft persimmon. For Master Yuyan who has been kind to him, this is repaying kindness with hatred.

"I don't understand the big picture."

"I just feel heavy."

When he puts the life he values ​​​​on his shoulders, even the strength of the Nascent Soul Lord feels as heavy as Mount Tai.

When Tushanjun turned back his stern face, Longjun's eyes showed surprise.

He didn't expect that the True Lord of the Soul could calm down. Such a character is not something ordinary people can possess. It was the combination of strength and softness that really took the first step.

"If fellow Taoists are willing to show their respect, Xiaohuangyu is willing to collect an ancient treasure key." Zhenjun Wuya said frankly that, let alone Zhenyu Yuanying, even for the venerable, tens of billions of spiritual stones are a huge sum of money.

Considerable wealth.

The value of the ancient treasure key cannot be measured by spiritual stones, it is just a straw in your hand.

It can give hope to those who are desperate.

It can give those with no hope a chance.

No matter which Nascent Soul Lord he is, he will never refuse.

Of course Tushanjun doesn't either.

"not enough."

True Lord Wuya breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

It's good to be able to talk. What I'm most afraid of is that the stupid young man who relies on his cultivation will inevitably have to deal with it by hand. And if one of them, the Nascent Soul Lord, is injured, it will take more than ten years to recover.

Taking action also harms the interests of Xiaohuangyu, which is what Nascent Soul Lords like them least want to see.

True Lord Wuya first looked at the old god, Lord Long, then passed by True Lord Qingshang, looked at his junior brother, nodded slightly, and then said, "I don't know what my friend has to ask for, we can talk about it."

He did not answer Zhenjun Wuya's inquiry. He looked at Wuya and the top big guys in the Small Wilderness Territory with expressions of indifference or confusion: "Fellow Taoist, are there really immortals in this world?"

Seeing everyone's contemplation, surprise, and reminiscences, the Qingshang Zhenjun of the Hehuan Sect said with a smile: "I don't know, my senior disciple of the Hehuan Sect may know."

Move your gaze to the two true monarchs of Wanfa Sect.

True Lord Qingshang laughed.

The Hehuan Sect's business is not small, but it is far less influential than the Wanfa Sect. If there really are immortals in this world, maybe the Wanfa Sect will know something or even possess something.

However, this is too lofty.

It is so lofty that even Qingshang Zhenjun finds it bizarre.

Mo Gong Longjun had a curious look on his face, his eyes flashed but he suppressed it, and returned to the old god's presence.

Zhenjun Wuya, who had been thinking for a long time, folded his hands in front of him, without nodding or shaking his head, and said with a hint of regret: "Maybe."

silence.

A long silence.

Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "I understand."

He slightly arched his hands as a way of thanking True Lord Wuya.

It may be the limit to be able to tell such secrets, and Zhenjun Wuya is indeed sincere.

Sincerity is sincerity, business is business.

Sometimes the high conditions are not to strive for more benefits, but to allow the good and the evil in the small wilderness to live in peace.

"Except for the ancient treasure key, the good and evil monks will redeem it with an equal number of evil ghosts according to their strength. Whether they are elves and ghosts born naturally from heaven and earth, or fierce ghosts and evil spirits who do not want to reincarnate after death, I want them all."

"If the sect monks have demons that are banned or suppressed with large formations, priority will be given to them, and reductions and exemptions may be made as appropriate."

Tu Shanjun added.

Most of those ancient sects suppressed many evil evil ways that caused trouble.

Either he can't handle it well, or he wants to get something from the other party. Just like the Ding family in Beiluoshan, the ancestral hall is a large formation to suppress the three demons and ghosts.

Compared with those low-level evil spirits who are like cannon fodder, these powerful demons are what Tushanjun is coveted.

Each of the demons is a unique being, which can not only improve his strength but also help him defend against enemies. Some of them have ancient inheritance and are even great secret treasures.

…

The crystalline waves of the Yangcheng Formation are like cicada wings, ripples of light in the sunlight.

reflected on everyone's faces.

Feng Chengyin looked up at the sky. He couldn't see clearly the Nascent Soul Lord who was thousands of meters above. He just felt that he finally no longer had to fight against such a terrifying monk. This time he returned to the sect and would definitely practice diligently and strive to perfect his skills as soon as possible.

True meaning.

Master Qingxu held the sword case crookedly on his back, stretched out his bloody palm to grasp a section of hair, raised the hair and connected it to the top of his forehead, making it fit perfectly without any deviation.

The fingers were rubbed together and turned into ashes, then blown away from the side of the body.

He took off the inner lining and wrapped it around his scarred hand, and fell into deep thought while wrapping it.

It wasn't until a shout came from beside him that Master Qingxu came back to his senses.

"What is the real person thinking?"

Master Qingxu looked around and saw that the person talking to him was the great monk Jianwen from Baigu Temple. The monk Jianwen had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his two big earlobes were like those of Buddha.

At this time, he was twisting the prayer beads with one hand.

"The person I am fighting with is the Ghost King of Netherworld, Earth, Heaven and Heaven."

"So it's the Ghost King?"

"It is said that he has been missing for more than ten years."

"he died!"

The surprised look on the Master Monk's face flashed and he understood the meaning of Master Qingxu's words. The one who stopped Master Qingxu was not the King of Heavenly Ghosts, but the evil ghosts commanded by the Master.

"Being dead is worse than living. It's outrageous." Master Qingxu bandaged his wounds before looking back at the righteous coalition forces. He said that the casualties were too heavy. No one died, but many were injured.

No one among the righteous masters died. Most of the injured masters were not affected by the divine passage technique of Lord Nascent Soul, but were injured by the dense magic seals around them.

The masters who were gathered in a hurry must not have cooperated so well.

If you don't have a good eye on the magic formulas in the fight, such mistakes will occur.

Compared to the demonic cultivators who suffered many deaths and minor and serious injuries, Zhengdao obviously got an advantage.

At a glance, there are many confused people everywhere.

Even though no one died, it was more frustrating than if someone died.
To be continued...