Life can be a bet, but it cannot be placed as a bet in the hands of others, or in the hands of a person who has no impact regardless of success or failure.

Feeling Meng Zhi's struggle in the sea of ​​consciousness, Tu Shanjun paused in his technique.

He knew Mengzhi was scared.

No one wants to die.

Especially those who have improved their own realm, been promoted to a venerable person, and have extended their life spans for more than a thousand years.

He didn't want to die even more.

Nor do I want to put my life on this so-called gambling table.

Because regardless of success or failure, there is still room for success.

"We can go."

"You can escape."

"We can also take advantage of Uncle Yu's strength..."

"..."

Tu Shanjun listened to the persuasion of Meng Zhi in the sea of ​​consciousness, and slowly lowered his raised palm.

He should really put the life of the banner master first, and this was something he always valued. Even if he was a latecomer, he would force himself to treat everyone equally and pour his emotions and efforts into it, just like he once treated his old friends.

However, as his age and experience increased and his Taoist mind became more solid, he could not be exactly the same as before.

Therefore, many times, even if he knows that he shouldn't do it, he still does it awkwardly.

I just don’t want myself to realize it.

In fact, his status with the banner master has changed.

But he is stubborn and always uses his own attitude to speculate and execute everything.

He thinks he can win this game!

So he wants Mengzhi to accept and trust him so that he can win.

Hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches coming.

After defeating Yu Haoming, the value of the best Taoist soldiers will be very high.

At the same time, Mengzhi's status will be improved.

Those true saints, Tao Lords, are not interested in a top-quality Taoist soldier at all. They don't want to waste their energy on a spiritual treasure with no potential.

The Dragon Treasure Spirit Pond of Tenryuji Temple, the Blood Pond of the Wild God in the ancient sacred land.

If it was really easy to get ahead, we would have mass-produced artifacts and treasures long ago, and the conditions would not be so harsh that we could only make cakes to satisfy our hunger.

In addition, those with weak cultivation may be tempted after seeing the power of top-level Taoist soldiers, but they must consider their own lives.

He left Huanghu behind, 'exposed' his identity and power on such an important occasion, and fought to the death with Yu Haoming...

It's a plan!

However, it was just as Meng Zhi worried.

What if you lose.

Does Tu Shanjun say he won't lose? Does that mean he won't lose?

Is he a god or an immortal?

If he can control everything, then how did the previous banner master die?

Mengzhi continued: "Master, we can survive this!"

"Yes."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

Meng Zhi will risk his life for his own fame, fortune and future, but will not completely trust others.

This is one of them.

Secondly, Meng Zhi has not yet understood that Yu Haoming may be an arrogant person and will keep his promise and withdraw from the formation. What if it is another enemy? Do we have to wait until then to think about whether he should fight for his life or not?

Now that I have the opportunity to fight against the Mountain Sage, I shouldn’t miss it...

Tushanjun sighed.

He really didn't want to miss it, but he didn't know how to persuade Meng Zhi.

No matter how much you gain in the end, it will always be linked to your life.

Seeing that the green-faced ghost and god did not continue, Yu Haoming became furious and yelled: "What do you mean?"

"Take action!"

Yu Haoming clearly felt the crisis just now. It was a kind of terrifying pressure. It was like even if he possessed the power of a saint and could use the mountain realm, he would not necessarily be a terrifying opponent.

However, before he could face it head on, the terror he had just nurtured gradually disappeared, and the entire formation completely switched from offense to defense.

It seemed that he was determined to delay him for half an hour.

"good!"

"If you don't take action, I will smash this formation to pieces!"

Yu Haoming opened his mouth and spat out a jade slip as if he was irritated.

…

"not good!"

Yu Haofeng's expression changed drastically.

He could handle it calmly just now.

If Yu Haoming is really allowed to sacrifice the jade slips, he will definitely not be able to stop it.

That thing is the magical power of the ancestors. Once it is used, Meng Zhi will definitely die without a burial place.

"Seventh brother, stop!"

A tall figure in a platinum robe broke into the formation and stopped Yu Haoming, who wanted to sacrifice the treasure.

"Second brother."

Yu Haoming grabbed the jade slip and stared at Yu Haofeng with a gloomy look: "What does brother mean?"

"It's true that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple."

"Seventh brother, just betray your brother to save face."

"This boy is my brother's son-in-law."

"Which second brother's daughter?"

"this……"
Chapter completed!