"Let's not talk about this anymore."

Tu Shanjun doesn’t want to talk anymore.

Seeing that Master had no intention, Wu Rong did not ask further questions.

Put away the treasures of heaven, stand on the edge of Tianchi and look into the distance.

He smiled and said: "It would be great if senior brother is still alive. He will definitely be very happy and pay attention to help me, but... I'm afraid he will also persuade me to think twice like the elders of the sect."

"Xinglie..."

Tu Shanjun murmured softly, a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

Xing Lie was still lying peacefully in the flag.

"Senior brother is very lucky. He finally got what he wanted." When talking about senior brother, Wu Rong looked guilty.

He did stay for a long time, but he didn't stay until the end.

With the support of his descendants in the Zhou family, he got up and left the sect to find his own path.

He still remembered his senior brother's voice and appearance, and he also remembered how kind he was to him.

Wu Rong's expression gradually calmed down.

He needs to adjust his condition before the big battle.

…

On the shore of Tianchi Lake, the master and the apprentice reminisced about the past and talked about the future.

Among the endless barriers in the sky, a fairy palace stands quietly.

The illusion is as real as time and space are parallel.

Although the two sides were so close, there was no movement of inspiration or aura at all, as if the deep fairy palace should have been located there.

In the Immortal Palace, a tall holy spirit is sitting in meditation.

Wearing a feathered robe and a three-flower crown on his head.

Silence inside and outside.

There were no words, and no sound was needed at all.

Immediately afterwards, an open hand stretched out the heaven and earth and grabbed the fairy palace across the barrier. In an instant, the fairy palace collapsed into a flying star.

That's when.

Sacred tree top.

A small building on the clear and clean Tianhu Lake.

The Qing Emperor quietly looked at the 'Feathering Immortal' who had walked out of the Immortal Palace in front of him.

The feathered immortal phoenix glanced over and said calmly: "Dong Wanggong, do you want to stop me from exploring the truth?"

Qingdi smiled and said: "The emperor has already taken action once, and if he wants to take action again, he will cross the line."

At this point, Emperor Qing changed the subject and said: "The emperor already has the answer in his heart about the right and wrong. Why ask again? Besides, he has a heavy responsibility. Even if I can tolerate you, fellow Taoist Qingxuan will come to kill you with his sword."

"snort!"

Yu Huaxian sneered: "I just cut open his heart and took a look."

"Instead, use the calf's hand to remind him."

"But you let him take charge of your big plans."

As he spoke, he raised his palm and looked around, as if he was observing the stained Tao blood.

Putting down his slender palm, he said calmly: "What? The one from Wanfa Sect is too strong and is out of your control. You must be very happy to see him in a weapon spirit body."

Qing Emperor always smiled, not bothered or worried, and just said: "Eight hundred years ago, fellow Taoist dreamer dreamed forever, transformed into a butterfly and flew into the world of mortals..."

"shut up!"

Yu Huaxian was furious: "I suspected it was you. Who plotted against me?"

"There are indeed people plotting against fellow Taoists, but it's not us."

Qingdi said calmly: "As long as fellow Taoist raises his noble hand, I guarantee that fellow Taoist can take back the feathered butterfly. Even if it fails, I am willing to be the protector of the Taoist and let you achieve perfection."

The Yuhuaxian is clearly just a blurry figure, but one can see the changes in his expression.

In fact, Yuhuaxian couldn't take action against Tushanjun at all.

She used her great magical power to protect Yuhuadie, but the supernatural power of the demon from outside the territory was overbearing. Due to the involvement of cause and effect, once she took action, it might ruin her own conduct, so it was even more impossible to act rashly.

Among so many people, she hoped Tushanjun could survive the most.

I want him to be strong but I don't want him to be too strong.

"Aren't you afraid that he will die?"

"Being dead means he is not."

"Really cold-blooded."

"This is not cold-blooded."

"What is that?"

"The way of heaven." The Qing Emperor sat cross-legged in the small building: "If the sky has feelings, the sky will also grow old."

"It's still cold-blooded after all." Yu Huaxian didn't say anything more. Compared to Qing Emperor, she was more willing to deal with Taoist Qingxuan of Taiyi Sect.

Queen Mother Xi, the younger sister of Qing Emperor, is also good, but recently she has been getting involved with the Holy Spirit Demon.

Enter the fairy palace.

The feathered fairy-sleeved robe flicked.

The fairy palace disappeared in an instant.

…

Middle Earth.

Meishan.

Good time in mid-spring.

The haze rushes into the sky, and the green bamboos, pines, and cypresses become darker and darker. The waterfalls hang over the rivers and run in the mountain streams. The old apes leap and scream, playing in the green trees, and the dancing cranes exude the breath of the avenue, showing the cave of the blessed land.

The Taoist waved the whisk in his hand.

The thick smoke smell was like heat clinging to the glass. During the wiping process, a bright mirror emerged, reflecting the monk's voice.

He was spreading the jade slips, frowning slightly and said, "Has there been news from the Cui family again?"

"Go back to my master, the Cui family sent three jade slips in succession."

The boy Baihe who was waiting on the left and right bowed his head and kowtowed: "The Council of Elders has urged me to get back Mr. Cui's future soul as soon as possible."

Yuan Tong snorted in dissatisfaction. He was the Taoist Lord of Guxianlou and not a thug of the Cui family. Even if the Cui family was a powerful member of the Xianlou family, they couldn't boss him around.

How can you kill a chicken with a bull's knife?

But with a flower weapon spirit and a holy king in charge of a divine weapon, how could he not even be able to rest?

The Immortal Tower did suffer heavy losses, but that shouldn't be because the people above were not their opponents, so why did they do it?

"Send it over."

"yes."

Grabbing the jade slip, Yuan Tong took a closer look and his expression suddenly changed.

Shen Shen said: "Erhua Taoist Lord, even the boy in charge of the divine weapon has become a Taoist and established the Hades Palace in the cloudy sky. No wonder the elders of the Immortal Tower can't sit still. At this rate, maybe they will be able to complete the third level of cultivation in the near future.

flower."

At the same time, he was even more surprised at how quickly the main soul of the divine weapon improved.

Completely beyond common sense.

The flying body turned into a phantom and left, and in a blink of an eye, he had arrived at the archives hall of the Ancient Immortal Tower.

Divine consciousness swept away.

After taking the files one by one, Yuan Tong immediately knew about Tu Shanjun and Wu Rong. He was even more surprised. No wonder even Xianlou paid attention to each other.

"Behead the ancestors of the Yu people in the East Wasteland, the Yu people are not great."

"..."

"Hades."

Yuan Tong conducted the same analysis and came to a shocking conclusion.

Qi Ling has a big plan.

He is not simply swallowing souls and refining souls, but wants to define a life and death for the spiritual world and order life and death in the world, just like the Wanfa Sect divides immortals and mortals.
To be continued...