The young man's face showed a pair of haggard and tired eyes, and a look of confusion, fear, but also piety flashed across his face.

"I often say that when faced with fate, the cowardly fear, the wavering hesitate, but the strong take control!"

As he spoke, Luo Tianfeng stretched out his palm and grasped it in the air. He grasped a long pole made of black evil immortal gold. At the end of the long pole was a large flag.

Honor the soul flag!

"Life is in your hands."

Luo Tianfeng pondered: "My destiny has always been in my own hands."

"It's just that different personalities will create different destinies. Some sufferings are not brought to me by the world of mortals, nor are they imposed on me by God, but are the backlash of my own choices."

"There is no way for misfortunes or blessings, only people call it upon themselves."

"God's will!"

"I don't blame God's will, but why is this God's will... sharp as a knife, and the person who cuts it will be hurt!"

God's will caused a great religious leader to disappear in a daze.

From that day on, I never saw Luo Tianfeng again.

The young man said his name was Luo Yangwu.

He is Luo Tianfeng's son.

…

Tushanjun slowly let go of his hand.

He stared intently at the three-foot-tall green peach tree and walked forward without hesitation.

It's like he didn't hear what Luo Shentong said about the magic medicine that can produce death energy, and he didn't ask whether the effect of this medicine can still be useful and he continued to move forward.

"Little friend, don't believe it?" Luo Shentong asked.

Could it be that this weapon spirit also followed in the footsteps of that old man?

Luo Shentong didn't say this just to defraud him of the magic medicine. This is the truth. He just told the real situation.

"I have studied Lingzhi Taoism."

"The moment I dug out the root system, I could already tell a lot about the condition of the miracle medicine."

"Then why?"

If Tu Shanjun didn't believe what he said, Luo Shentong wouldn't be so surprised.

Tushanjun obviously believed it, but why was he still so firm?

His determination was very different from that of ordinary monks, and he did not regard the magical medicine as an opportunity for a breakthrough in his Taoism.

Many monks regard the level of Taoism as more important than life and death.

Even if you die, there is still progress.

That is the desire for the avenue.

What he sees in his eyes is definitely not an expectation of higher or lower realms.

"It's enough to remove the dead energy and refine it into a great elixir!"

Tu Shanjun said calmly, while looking at the ancestor of the Asura clan.

He would not believe what others said, especially this old monster. Even if a true immortal appeared in front of him and told him that he could become an immortal as long as he gave up the magic medicine, he would not believe it.

Luo Shentong said nothing more.

Tu Shanjun approached the magic medicine, used the magic weapon to lift up the earth for hundreds of miles, applied the formation, and absorbed the great world born in the body.

It wasn't until the magic medicine was completely taken away that Tushanjun let out a long breath.

This is already the best material he has found within his capabilities.

It will naturally make everyone happy.

If it doesn't work out, don't be too sorry.

After all, in the battle with Lord Jambudvipa, one cannot simply rely on a magical elixir to bring the dead back to life.

If you really can't do anything, just put Brother Yuyan's soul into the flag to wait for the right time, and never give it up. It's better to never be reincarnated than to disappear completely.

Ever since he took away the soul of his disciple Zhou Xinglie from the Xingluo Taiyi Sect, Tu Shanjun was no longer so repulsive about taking the souls of people close to him.

If you are really in an irreversible situation, collecting soul flags is indeed a good idea.

As he learned more about reincarnation, he felt that reincarnation was not as good as he imagined.

Just like what my senior brother said back then, you must always find a way out for those close to you. There is no pure land in the underworld and the world of the sun. Instead of wasting time in the world of mortals, it is better to use all your strength to find a glimmer of hope.

Of course, this isn't the best.

Tushanjun changed his concept as his cultivation gradually increased and he became a big tree that sheltered him from the wind and rain.

If he has been weak, he will not feel that his path is right.

It would be best for him to go back to the Eastern Wasteland and find out the other two back-ups of Yanfu, so as to strangle Taoist Master Yanfu's path to immortality and turn Taoist Brother Yuyan into the master.

The opponent has such an obvious weakness, Tu Shanjun will not choose to fight recklessly.

"Little friend."

"You have taken away the magic medicine, please leave my magic weapon behind."

Tu Shanjun's expression froze.
Chapter completed!