At night.

The moon and stars are sparse.

The daylight is getting closer.

There was only the sound of crackling flames in the Alchemy Hall.

The devil didn't dare to make a sound. It was supposed to be having a drink in the Senluo Hall and was looking helplessly at the fire, complaining in its heart. But now it didn't even dare to think about it. The old devil's virtues were boundless.

It was afraid that all its thoughts would be seen, so it could only squat in front of the stove with no thoughts.

"How long have you been with me?"

The hoarse emperor's voice was not loud, but rather muffled.

The demon hurriedly followed the sound, and saw the tall main soul sitting on the desk with his hands behind his back, and replied: "To tell you what, I have followed you since I was a child in the wilderness. We were separated for two thousand years."

"Small wilderness..."

Tu Shanjun paused as he raised his pen.

"At that time, the master wanted to seek revenge, so Xiaofang got into the big formation."

"I remember." Tu Shanjun turned his gaze and looked deeply into the sky.

Back then, when he achieved Lingbao and Taiyi joined hands to destroy the Blood Evil Sect, it was really a happy enmity.

It was that fateful encounter that caused the flying star to fly into the Star Luo Sea and spread its wings across the Eastern Wilderness. Counting them together, it has actually been two thousand years.

"Your cultivation has fallen behind."

Tu Shanjun looked at the demon who was only at the peak of his transformation into a god.

With the supply of Yinhun Dan and the Great Token Realm eliminating evil spirits, the devil's cultivation level has not improved much.

The devil said cautiously: "The young one is considered to be extremely talented, and the peak of two thousand years of god transformation is not mediocre."

"I don't dare to compare with the master. Comparing with the master, the fireflies are compared to the bright moon, and the mayflies ask the blue sky. Your master's talent in cultivation is rare in the world. A retreat for ordinary monks lasts for hundreds of years, how can it be two thousand years?

The emperor."

"My old man..." Tu Shanjun smiled.

The devil said longingly: "Sir, you should be omnipotent now."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly and shook his head: "You should have heard of the legend of the underworld?"

The devil was stunned and said with some surprise: "Sir, didn't you and your son create the underworld? How can this be considered a legend? Legends are stories that have been passed down from ancient times."

As the devil was speaking, he suddenly raised his head, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

He didn't know that he had actually heard of such a legend.

If Tushanjun hadn't told it this, it wouldn't realize it at all. It would just think that the underworld is a reasonable existence, and it has even existed in the world since ancient times.

Because many messages point to ancient times and even the wilderness.

But this is impossible. It is true that there were reincarnations of Yin Tian and true spirits, but there was no such a huge force as the underworld. There was no Yin difference to help the soul guide the direction, and there was no opening of the gate of hell.

But it happened to remember something, as if there was some power in this world that made it know these things.

Tu Shanjun opened his mouth and explained: "When I become emperor, I will become emperor in the past, future and present."

"The same is true in the underworld."

In fact, Tu Shanjun doesn't need to speak at all now. He doesn't need words, words, or spiritual consciousness as a medium. The heaven and earth will move on their own, and all living beings will understand his intentions, just like when he saw Yuan Shengming Demon in Xiaohuang Realm.

The blood jade gourd.

This is the essence of a great supernatural being.

A person with great supernatural powers not only has the Taoism and strength to reach the heavens, but the heaven and earth naturally become a part of the person with great supernatural powers.

In addition to the approaching terror every time you take action, and being killed in a battle of wits, those with great supernatural powers can achieve long-term vision in the true sense.

"Isn't this a fairy!" the devil exclaimed.

Its eyes widened, it lowered its voice and asked: "Master, can you travel through the river of time?"

"For me, time seems to no longer exist."

Tu Shanjun frowned, he did not make such an attempt.

Wu Rong, who was coming towards the palace gate, took three steps at a time and asked urgently: "Teacher, can you revive my senior brother?"

"Can."

Tu Shanjun said solemnly: "I can extract part of my memory and use it as a basis to 'resurrection' Xinglie. However, such a resurrection is not based on the true spirit and soul. In other words, he who came alive is just my memory."

The person in the movie is not the same person as before."

Wu Rong also knew for the first time how powerful the great supernatural power was: "He is exactly the same as his original senior brother, isn't he?"

Tu Shanjun muttered: "The memory and character are exactly the same, but this is not free. His true soul is still trapped in the soul flag."

"Since the teacher has great supernatural powers, why not put the soul in the flag..." Wu Rong didn't finish his words and realized that he was involved in the core issue.

He immediately stepped back and asked the demon to take care of him. He raised his hand slightly and raised the soul banner. His consciousness floated and he appeared in the grand view of the mountain city inside the soul banner.

Within the great city of Xuantian there is a universe of thousands of miles.

Inside the Taoist temple, under the ancient tree.

The figure sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes.

Wu Rong saluted and said: "Teacher!"

Tu Shanjun asked with a smile: "There is a celebration in the front hall, why are you here?"

"There is a clone sitting in the front hall. The disciple thought that the teacher's place was deserted, so he thought of bringing two jugs of good wine." Wu Rong sat cross-legged in front of the table under the instruction and continued: "The ancestor is gone?"

"Just walked away for a while."

Tu Shanjun transformed into a wine bottle at will.

"I'll do it."

Wu Rong took the initiative to pick up the wine pot and pour wine for the two of them, and then asked: "Teacher..."

"I know what you are going to ask. The soul inside the banner still cannot be separated. It's not that I don't want to but that I can't."

"Can't?" Wu Rong looked surprised. Great supernatural powers were called loose immortals in the Ancient Immortal Tower.

At this point, you are only one step away from becoming a true immortal.

There is nothing that this kind of Taoism cannot accomplish, especially problems involving oneself.

After Tu Shanjun now understood the essence of the poor audio and video, he also had a clear understanding of his own strength. He said without much concealment: "There are some clues. The soul in the banner is the foundation of my Taoist practice. Once the soul is dismantled, the cultivation will

A collapse is a trivial matter, but if it causes a huge change..."

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Rong immediately refused.

He wanted his senior brother to be resurrected, but if there was a problem with the Soul Flag due to the resurrection, it would become a major event that would shake the world, and everything currently established might be shaken up.

Not to mention how the three religions view the underworld, the ten tribes in Yintian will all come together to attack it.

Especially after knowing Qingdi's attitude, Wu Rong did not dare to harm his teacher's moral conduct.

After thinking for a long time, Wu Rong said in a deep voice: "This matter cannot be rushed. Now everything is still based on your cultivation, teacher. If there is no support for the Taoism and the three religions, the three religions will not compromise. It is impossible for the ten clans to bow their heads, and the Hehuan Sect will not be able to do so."

The property will be withdrawn. Force is the foundation of everything, and there is no room for sloppiness."

"I see."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, he had fought all the way here, why didn't he know that strength is the basis of everything.

This matter cannot be rushed.

Once it is not maintained well, everything will be lost.

Wu Rong let out a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the teacher would start to dismantle the soul in the banner now. Fortunately, the teacher still maintained a clear understanding and did not think that luck was on his side: "I have sent

People are looking for scriptures and classics about becoming immortals. If you can’t become a loose immortal, you can certainly do it with a true immortal.”

Tu Shanjun smiled and waved his hand: "The true immortal is not yet known, so the issue of your lifespan must be resolved first. How many years of life do you have left now?"

Wu Rong said calmly: "Three thousand years."

"I don't dare to say anything outside. People who are interested will pay attention. Only here can I speak freely." Wu Rong looked around, and the Ancestral Soul Flag Realm completely became a world, dividing the underworld and the Yang world, that is, there was no

Living things, otherwise it can really be regarded as a world.

For him, the inner world is a paradise that is completely isolated from the rest of the world.

While speaking, he put down the peach core and said with a smile: "Shenting flat peach, maybe we can use the peach core to grow a new miracle medicine."

Tu Shanjun casually took the core away. With his current strength and understanding of the magical medicine, he could really plant the magical medicine again.

If the underworld can possess the magic medicine, the development of its power will be more stable.

"Fortunately, there is room for maneuver."
To be continued...