Facing the olive branch extended by Yuan Shengming Demon.

Tushanjun hesitated.

He thought he was very different from before.

Some people will never sell their souls, some people will not sell their souls until the end, and some people can only sell their souls.

Tushanjun doesn't even have a soul.

He is a weapon.

It was the souls of many brothers and sisters that slowly allowed him to possess his current strength.

Too weak, not even qualified to play at the poker table.

So now it seems that he finally has a chance to become a chess piece.

Rely on the souls of brothers, sisters, disciples.

Have such an opportunity.

"Ah."

"ha."

"Hahaha!"

Laughing wildly.

Hilarious.

He was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight.

The ethereal hoarse voice is really unpleasant to laugh at.

Enough laughing.

The red-haired evil ghost smiled ferociously and stretched out his ghost hand. The oval purple-black nails were simple and ancient, and he grabbed the blood jade gourd floating in the palm of the Lord Jifeng.

The hoarse voice was like a devil whispering: "Let me see what the Holy Ghost Demon has to teach you!"

Master Jifeng was dejected.

It was not because the gourd was taken away by Tushanjun, but because he felt the bitterness of Tushanjun's smile.

It's not joy at all but full of madness.

Not crazy, not live.

The maniacally laughing Taoist is the real devil.

Such an unparalleled genius has just had such an opportunity.

He is obviously the one in charge of the gourd, but he seems to be an outsider.

He is not even qualified to laugh.

The ghost hand touches the gourd.

A ripple bloomed slowly.

Clear sky.

Green grass.

Under the vast sky is an endless inner view of the Taoist palace, as if you are in a fairyland.

At the end of the mountain, there is a chess game.

The human figure formed by the soft blood light turned its back to the people and looked at the distant land.

"You came."

There is no sound, no sound transmission, and no spiritual thoughts.

Just as Senior Jifeng said, when he saw the other person, he understood the meaning.

The figure clearly didn't speak or even move, but he naturally knew what the other person meant.

This is simply unbelievable.

The figure is no longer limited to words, sounds, magic power, spiritual consciousness...

Where he stands is the source of the divine Buddha.

This is probably something that even the ancestor of the Yu family cannot do.

The great ancestor of the Yu family was originally the king of Sanhua Youdao.

Seeing it is like seeing the Tao.

"I am coming."

Of course Tushanjun cannot reach that level, he still has to rely on his words.

Rely on words to evolve meaning.

Tu Shanjun looked at the chess game in front of him.

He can not understand.

To be honest, Tu Shanjun doesn't understand chess. He has played it before. He relies on his powerful consciousness calculation to decide the outcome. Basically, it means crushing with strength and exhausting all techniques in order to win. But when he looked towards

On the chessboard in front of him, he seemed to be caught in a dispute.

The chess game is infinitely varied.

"Yuanyang Territory, the forbidden land of gods."

Tu Shanjun had never seen such a powerful person, and he made demands as if he couldn't refuse Tu Shanjun, and as if he had enough self-confidence not to be rejected.

Tu Shanjun refused: "I'm in a hurry to save people and don't have time."

"You are no match for him."

he?

Tu Shanjun knew who he was talking about.

Isn't it the Taoist Lord of Jambudvipa?

He did not refute, unless the Tao Lord, otherwise it would be a fool's dream to think of a saint as a rebel against the Tao Lord.

Unless there are a billion Yin gods in the Zunhun Banner, and the ghost kings are all top holy kings, then there is a chance.

It's just one line.

The difference between the sage and the Taoist is the third and fourth steps. It is not the transformation of gods and Yuanying, which are originally on the same step, and there is still some chance of victory.

Tu Shanjun also knew that his hope of dealing with Yanfu was slim, so he planned to work on those two back-ups.

Even in the forbidden area of ​​​​the Asura clan, he and the Asura ancestor were facing each other tit for tat, and it seemed that they were not losing. In fact, it was not him that the Asura clan was afraid of. It was more likely that they were afraid of the man who claimed to be guarding the ruins across the sea of ​​blood.

boatman.

The old king may seem very powerful, but he himself is at the end of his might.

The so-called illusory Taoist flower is like a flickering candle that can be extinguished at any time.

There is nothing to be proud of in defeating the opponent.

Tu Shanjun pondered.

Should we not go if there is little hope?

He still has to go.

Tu Shanjun paused and looked at the figure: "Can you save him?"

"My karma will protect him from death."

Tushanjun suddenly raised his lowered eyes.

Suddenly he laughed.

Yeah.

Why did the Yuan Shengming Demon come?

Lord Jambuddha is inherently involved in cause and effect.

The ancestor of the Spirit Demon Sect can wash away the fishy smell.

But what about Jambuddha Taoist Lord himself?
Chapter completed!