At this point, Tushanjun has no power to recover. If he could give Meng Zhi a chance, he would not be helpless to the others in the banner. In this muddy world, who can truly control his own destiny, and who can truly control his own destiny?

of detachment.

Are there really immortals in this world?

As the inspiration completely disappeared.

‘Meng Zhi’ opened his eyes.

The dark gold tiger eyes turned into black and red ghost eyes, the long golden hair was also stained with blood, and the fair face turned into green face, with ferocious fangs sprouting across it.

This was not the first time that Tushanjun used his disciple's body.

When he faced Chi Xuan once, he felt that he cared too much, which was why Chi Xuan died.

Now when he met Meng Zhi, he felt that he had done too little and let him die.

So in the end,

Should we control more or control less?

How good is that?!

Isn't it better to just ignore everything?

In other words, we should not accept Banner Master as his disciple.

The relationship between the banner and the banner owner should not be mixed with other relationships. Isn't it better not to be emotionally involved?

Isn't it true that as long as the other party is not a demon, let him do whatever he wants, and the main soul can just be a natural and holy person who watches with a cold eye.

Is this the only way to avoid being sad when the banner master dies?

Is this the only way to prevent door cleaning from happening again?

Because he didn't accept him as his disciple at all.

Flags and flag owners are supposed to be mutually beneficial.

No one owes anyone anything.

No one should owe anyone anything.

Tu Shanjun didn't know, and he couldn't understand either.

He just decided secretly.

From now on, he will not accept any more disciples.

Sometimes, the status of master and disciple tethers each other, and also tethers oneself. It is better to be the purest soul banner and banner master from the beginning.

Tu Shanjun didn't know what to do.

Maybe he should stay away from it completely just like he avoids love disasters.

"It seems you won."

A majestic and deep voice resounded from the end of the sky.

The sky is full of frost and snow, just like fog sweeping across the sky.

In heavy snow.

A middle-aged man wearing a white gold flower robe approached. He had square lips and a wide mouth, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, eyes like stars, and sword-shaped eyebrows with frosty hair and silver snow.

Taking a step forward, Snow Lotus appeared at his feet.

The holy light burst out and shook the heaven and the earth.

The person approaching looks like a god from the east.

After he appeared, the whole world seemed to be cheering for joy, as if countless creatures in the dark were chanting the saint's name and praising the saint's greatness.

What a mighty power that is, even the world and the earth on which we stand at this moment recognize each other.

This is the third step on the path to immortality.

St.

Great Sage!

When he saw the opponent, Tushanjun realized that he could not win against him.

Even though he is invincible in the second step, even some ordinary saints are not as powerful as him, but the person in front of him is not ordinary. He is Yu Haoxuan, the patriarch of the Yu family in the Ancient Immortal Tower.

As the patriarch of the Yu family, one of the twelve major clans in the Ancient Immortal Tower, his cultivation strength and profound Taoism must be at the level of Taoist genius. No, he has completely surpassed it and become the holy master level.

That is to say, he ascended the throne of the Holy Lord as a Taoist disciple.

He must have been the strongest person in the Yu family at that time.

He might even be the strongest Taoist disciple in the entire Eastern Wasteland.

His cultivation level is at least in the second realm of sainthood.

Whether the refining is fake or real, Tu Shanjun doesn't know.

No matter which realm he is in, it is definitely not something he can defeat.

Tu Shanjun said nothing.

He raised his head and looked at the sky above.

The palm of his hand shook.

The Soul Reverend Banner appeared in his hand.

Three thousand miles of frost and snow were all swallowed up by the purple energy, but the thick thundercloud did not stop expanding and continued to expand.

It has covered thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

The power of heaven is like a prison, firmly locking the tiny figure between heaven and earth.

The figure was holding a large blue-black flag.
Chapter completed!