Tu Shanjun's eyes moved slightly.

"Get up."

It's just a light word.

There was no burst of heroic light, nor was there any strong divine light, but when it fell in Meng Zhi's ears, he felt as if the whole world had become brighter.

The place I was in was not the ruined Tiger Tomb at all.

It is a place where spring blossoms and flowers bloom, and a place where you can listen quietly to the sermons of the Master.

Meng Zhi always felt that the old dragon he was facing was not his master Tu Shanjun.

It was just a piece of divine consciousness control descended by the Master.

In fact, it's like controlling your body remotely.

It's not as shocking as meeting Master in person.

That feeling is beyond words.

Tu Shanjun looked at this disciple calmly, raised his hand, took off the ring on Mosuo's hand, and used his magic power to send it over and said: "Master knows that you are getting married, and the Yu family has already prepared a betrothal gift for you.

, But, we are not married to each other, so you can take part of the things here as betrothal gifts, and use the other part for your own practice."

"I can't leave the Tiger Tomb, and I can't go to watch the ceremony in person. I hope you don't blame Master."

Meng Zhi held the storage ring, his eyes were sour, and his lips could not help but tremble. Thinking about the rebellious words he said, Meng Zhi was even more ashamed. He shouldn't have expected too much in the first place. If Tu Shanjun hadn't been there for him

Provided with opportunities and adventures, he might still be the same Jindan cultivator.

Maybe he can get to the second step through his own efforts, but it will definitely not be as easy as it is now.

Not to mention, now he has reached the state of becoming a god.

This is inseparable from his own efforts, let alone Tu Shanjun's support.

This is the gift of knowing someone.

It is also a great gift of reinvention.

"How can a disciple blame the master?"

Meng Zhi kowtowed: "If there is no master, there will be nothing for the disciples."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly and said, "There is no such thing as saying that no one achieves the same in this world."

"This is your own choice and effort. I just provided you with an opportunity. If you were unfavorable, you wouldn't be able to achieve what you are today."

"Your cultivation is not for me, but for yourself."

"Disciples please obey Master's teachings."

Meng Zhi kowtowed again and said loudly: "Disciple, I swear here that I will definitely save my master from the Tiger Tomb, and I will also find a way for my master to advance. If not, I will die without a burial place."

Tu Shanjun raised his hand to stop Meng Zhi, but Meng Zhi's mouth was almost full of words as he finished speaking.

"Go ahead."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand.

Close your eyes again.

The surrounding space seemed to be frozen, the strong evil spirit gathered in the Liantai Pond like a sea tide, and the boundless mist surged into the formation.

The red-haired monk sitting cross-legged in the formation began to breathe for a long time.

"Disciple resigns."

Meng Zhi stood up and respectfully exited the Tiger Tomb.

The old dragon beside him, who had regained his appearance, gradually changed at this moment. Tushanjun's spiritual consciousness descended on the old dragon's body again, and he and Meng Zhi left the Tiger Tomb Formation.

Meng Zhi walked out of the hall and looked back.

A question couldn't help but arise in his mind.

That means Hu Zhong trapped the Master after all.

Or does Master intend to enter it?

As his cultivation level increased, his horizons also broadened.

In his eyes, the collapse of Tiger Tomb would certainly cause an uproar.

However, it is impossible to trap a person at the peak of divine transformation.

Especially Tushanjun.

That is a terrifying existence that can withstand Yu Haofeng's fake saint realm without relying on his own body.

If the master was interested in getting involved, then Hu Zhong still has secrets that he doesn't know about.

In other words, the Zunhun Banner has a secret that he doesn't know about.

There must be some.

Meng Zhi remembered that time.

He lost half an hour.

He had no idea what his master and the red-robed monk said.

Mengzhi racked his brains and couldn't find any connection, so he simply stopped thinking about it and put his consciousness into the storage ring.

It's a bit late.
Chapter completed!