Chapter 857 Please come

"Huh."

Tu Shanjun hesitated, his eyes flashing.

He used to recite incantations, but this treasure didn't react at all.

Why did it seem like there was a flash of inspiration just now?

With his spiritual awareness, he certainly wouldn't think that it was his illusion.

This shows that the Senbai circle responded just now, but it was only a response, and it should not be too powerful.

As long as the devil escapes quickly, the impact will be small after it exceeds a certain distance.

"The devil is still alive."

"It just stepped into the territory of Guxian Tower, and I happened to be chanting a spell."

Tushanjun activated his magic induction again, and now he could no longer sense the location of the treasure at all.

Tu Shanjun is looking for the devil not only because he wants to use the devil as a back-up reserve, but also because he wants to recover the treasure.

The Senbai Circle is truly a rare treasure, allowing him to firmly control the life and death of a demon.

It's a pity that it's not enough to set out to recover the demon and the treasure now.

Not much anymore.

If Meng Zhi can successfully survive the catastrophe of becoming a god, the Yinhun Dan can greatly shorten this long process of accumulating mana and foundation.

March rushes.

Turn on the furnace.

laugh.

The rushing heat wave was suppressed by a withered dragon claw, and thousands of smoke and clouds seemed to turn into fairy catkins dotted around the wrist.

The skinny palm slowly patted down the huge alchemy cover above, reaching out without fear of the light blooming, and put the elixir that jumped out of the alchemy furnace into the jade box.

He casually took out a black talisman.

Sealed box under the book.

Come over here with your hands in hand.

Meng Zhi stared blankly at the jade box in front of him, the withered hand, and his extremely calm eyes, which were like bright stars.

The expectation revealed in it makes people so warm and reassuring, as if he was standing in front of the cliff of the abyss, but he was able to bravely walk forward without fear of falling.

He stretched out his hands tremblingly and held them in his palms.

Meng Zhi said categorically: "There is no way for me to repay you. If one day I become an immortal, I will definitely save my master from this sea of ​​suffering and achieve enlightenment and become an immortal!"

Tu Shanjun smiled slightly.

His smile was exuberant but had a kind of generous gentleness.

He nodded calmly as if he could already see that day.

Should be:

"good!"

"Disciple, I'm sorry."

Meng Zhi pulled out the black gold blood knife and shook the long-handled chopping knife in his hand.

The long knife immediately returned to its original shape.

That is a tall soul flag.

The blue-black flag cloth was spit out by the evil skeleton ghost like the deep blue sky, and the two secondary flags were clenched tightly by the ghost's hands, like fairy catkins surrounding the body.

Under the flag.

Mainly black gold.

Blood-dark lava surges along the gaps, like the blood vessels attached to the muscles and bones flashing slightly.

Meng Zhi, who was in charge of the Soul Flag, was also covered with a layer of solemnity at this time.

Shake gently.

The iron roll-like banner suddenly opened.

Tu Shanjun took a look and stepped into the banner.

Taking one step out, it feels like the end of the world is just around the corner. It was clearly in front of you just now, but now it feels like you are walking into the mist.

Another step forward

The huge flag slowly gathered around Nuo

What appeared before me was a strange world, like a country in a painting.

The monk with the huge dragon head has already walked into it.

Extinguishing the formation in front of him, Meng Zhi took out a green and black cloak from the storage ring and put it on his body.

The aura and inspiration on his body immediately disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

Opening his robe and raising his hand, a seal fell solidly on the long stone wall in front of him. When the palm print emerged, a deep corridor appeared.

Meng Zhi looked at the deep darkness in front of him, tightened his hood, and said in a deep voice: "It took a long time to build such dark roads and secret passages."

He was secretly building this road two years ago

No one knew that there was such a place in his retreat room

The purpose is to leave peacefully at this time.

Tu Shanjun was very pleased with this matter.

Meng Zhi was not blinded by the Taoism and cultivation in front of him.

I don’t think that I can withstand any pressure if I reach the peak of Nascent Soul.

There is no shortage of courage in this world, but ignorant courage is generally called recklessness.

Sometimes not only can things not be done, but they can also be messed up.

Diving into the darkness.

…

After three months.

Chen Jinding's fingers fell rhythmically on the wide armrest beside him.

The body that looks like a big cauldron only occupies a small part of the high seat.

He leaned his body sideways and frowned suddenly.

Those piercing eyes stared at the monks in the hall.

The opponent's cultivation level is not high and he looks like a stranger.

Chen Jinding did not speak, but seemed to be thinking about something.

The atmosphere solidified.

It's like being filled with air conditioning.

After pondering for a long time, he said: "You have been in seclusion and haven't come out?"

The monks in the temple raised their hands and said, "It never appeared."

"Did you witness the retreat he entered?"

"The little one saw it with his own eyes."

"The secret room for retreat was also specially built by him."

The monks in the temple told everything they knew truthfully.

"Half a year has passed." Chen Jinding opened his hand, and the golden ring clicked in his palm, just like his mood. Now, he felt more and more the urgency of things and the urging from above.

The crisis in his heart and worries about the future made him eager to find a way to break the situation.

"I want to make sure he is still in the quiet room."

"No need to confirm."

A sudden sound sounded not far away.

Then a tall and thin figure stepped out of the shadows.

The figure sat swaggeringly at the table, poured tea and water for himself, raised his head and drank, frowned slightly and said: "What kind of coward is this? It doesn't have any spiritual flavor at all."

"Who are you?!" The monk standing in the hall looked solemn.

He didn't even know there was anyone else around him.

Moreover, this person was already sitting in front of him, and he didn't seem to notice it at all. Even if he used his magic eye, his eyes were still empty.

The tall and thin monk's eyes searched over.

Chen Jinding immediately waved his hand and said: "You go down first."

"Here."

The monk respectfully exited the hall.

"Fellow Taoist came uninvited..."
To be continued...