Chapter 882 Betrayal

"Xu Hongshang."

"Mr. Pei."

"..."

Tu Shanjun was a little surprised why Meng Zhi was so interested in those former flag masters, but he did not hesitate to tell him about it.

Especially Pei's section.

"Sanniang..."

Speaking of this paragraph, Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time.

He is not a fool. He can clearly feel Sanniang's feelings for him, but he has pretended to be confused for hundreds of years.

He was just willing to be a coward.

"..."

Meng Zhi sat cross-legged under the tree, quietly analyzing this past event.

In his opinion, if the great supernatural power person coveted Xu Hongshang's Taoist body and immortal body, then Xu Hongshang might not be allowed to die.

That is to say, Xu Hongshang was stripped out of the Soul Banner while still alive.

The person who takes action is a person with great supernatural powers.

It is said that his strength is still higher than that of Daojun.

"You can strike from a distance and display extraordinary strength. This kind of power can peel off the banner master. So, can a monk with strength at the level of Dao Lord be able to peel off the banner master?"

Meng Zhi pondered.

He had to act quickly, otherwise when his master advanced to the Holy Weapon, the Sovereign Soul Banner would definitely lock him to death.

When the time comes, Dao Lord may not be able to peel him off, and someone with great supernatural powers must take action. However, how can he get someone with great supernatural powers to help him.

Only then should we seize the gap where Soul Banner has not been promoted.

Tu Shanjun said: "That's why I don't want you to get involved with the big clan."

"Disciple understands."

"My disciple has thought carefully about it after returning home. Master, if you can become a saint, then the level of the Yinhun Dan can also be improved. This is both a disaster and an opportunity. Once we get through it, we, the master and the disciple, will have a brighter future, relying on the soul banner.

With your strength, ordinary saints are by no means your old rivals."

Listening to Meng Zhi's compliment, Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly and said: "There are people outside the world, and there are always strong people outside the world."

"Furthermore, it is not safe if your cultivation is too weak. If you cannot cultivate to a false saint in three hundred years, it will not be too late for me to start the Holy Tribulation again."

Lord Tushan can't wait too long, not only that he will not retreat even a step in the fight for the Immortal Road, but also that Brother Yuyan, Taoist Brother, may have to deal with Lord Jambudvipa after he becomes a saint. If the delay is too long, there will be no room for maneuver.

Mengzhi sighed, how could it be so easy to become a saint?

He has yet to touch the edge of the mountain realm, let alone realize his fame.

If you want to become a saint, the resources you need are even more terrifying.

There are not many saints in the entire Yu family.

Even if Yu Haoming wants to become a saint, he cannot rely solely on his family. Even such a large direct descendant cannot support him. How can a casual cultivator like him with a shallow foundation obtain huge resources.

Even if Tu Shanjun no longer collects Yin Shen and gives him all the proceeds from the exchange of Yin Soul Pills, it will still be a huge amount of resources to accumulate enough for becoming a saint.

The only reason is that his background and talent are not good.

As long as he takes one of these two, he will not be in such a situation.

The consciousness returns to the body.

Meng Zhi stood up and walked up the tower, from the second floor to the first floor, to the top of the ninth floor and eighteenth floor.

Looking into the distance, Meng Zhi closed his eyes and meditated.

If the moment the best Taoist soldier becomes a saint, he will face the siege of monks from all over the world, then how can he avoid the end of this death path?

Let a person with great supernatural powers or a Taoist master help him get rid of the soul flag.

still……

There is no possibility of further advancement for the Honored Soul Banner.

In comparison, the latter point is closer to reality.

However, the latter point also has a very important problem, that is, he is no match for the master at all. As long as he dares to have the slightest idea of ​​destroying the soul flag, the master Tu Shanjun will definitely kill him immediately.

Even though Master attaches great importance to love and justice, he is also absolutely unambiguous in important matters.

Therefore, he needs to take that step even more.

Only by becoming a saint can he completely get rid of the control of the Soul Banner.

When the time comes, the master will no longer be his opponent, and no one will know that the Sovereign Soul Banner can advance.

He just needs to paint the tiger first.

"Master, it's not my fault that my disciple is ruthless. It's just that you didn't have good intentions in the beginning and wanted to use me to achieve your own goals. I also wanted to protect myself. I want to live, I want to become a saint, and even become an immortal...,

I don’t want to bear the weight of a cause and effect that can crush me!”

"You should have been born holy."

"You shouldn't be a little monk who comes up from the bottom."

"..."

"You have a long life, but you can't advance any further. You can still live and enjoy this world, right?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Meng Zhi's mind, until his dark golden tiger eyes became firm, and he had formulated a feasible plan in his mind to remove himself from this cause and effect.

Meng Zhi stared at the sky without joy or sorrow.

He must not return to Huzhong. He is afraid of Tushanjun in Huzhong. Even if he could become a saint, he would not dare to face the red-haired monk.

Now the strongest combat power that Master can utilize is Venerable ‘Cuiyun’.

That is a ‘fake’ saint.

He has seen the strength of Lord Chuiyun.

It's not invincible.

As long as he has Yu Haoming's level of strength, he can defeat Master Chui Yu. At that time, his master, who has no means to punish him, will be completely unable to influence his decision.

"Master is right, the peak of divine transformation is indeed not enough, and false saints are not enough. Only true saints are enough."

…

"I don't cooperate with Yubaizhong because I think they are losers. I never cooperate with losers."

"Let's forget about the losers. They don't want to pay a huge price. This is the reason why I really don't want to see them." Meng Zhi picked up the tea and looked at the empty seat in the upper seat.

"How come a good son-in-law has time to look for me?"

Yu Haofeng walked out of the prison with a smile and sat on a high seat.

"event!"

"event?!"

Yu Haofeng looked at Meng Zhi in surprise.

He felt that there should be nothing more important than the Yinhun Pill.

Since he mastered the line of Yinhun Dan, his own cultivation has not only reached its peak, but his personal status has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

It can be said that the spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoof disease.

Meng Zhi stood up, bowed his hands and said, "My father-in-law, please invite your uncle to come for consultation."

"My eldest brother?"

Yu Haofeng looked startled.

His eldest brother is not something anyone can meet. Even Meng Zhi cannot invite the head of the Yu family for no reason.

Speaking of which, Meng Zhi only met Yu Haoxuan twice. The first time was at his wedding, and the second time was when he signed an agreement about the Yinhun Pill.

"My father-in-law should know that Sage Yan Hui invited me a few months ago."

Meng Zhi also knew that he could not invite Yu Haoxuan rashly, so he talked about what happened last time.

"Is this happening?"

Yu Haofeng laughed haha.

"This is also the first time I've heard my virtuous son-in-law mention it."

"But what is the reason for Saint Yan Hui's invitation to a wise son-in-law?"

Meng Zhi said: "Let me join his sect, and he said he would give me the position of a true disciple, similar to that of a great Taoist disciple."
To be continued...