I rejected Brother Dao's kindness.

The tall monk sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple under the big locust tree was lost in thought.

It’s not that he was on guard against Yuyan or that he was hiding his Taoism, it was probably because Tu Shanjun was still wary of Taojun’s inheritance.

After all, that is the way of the Taoist Lord.

Even if there is a slight leak, it will affect his path and make his own path unconsciously refer to that Tao Lord.

With his current state, he really should consider the method of sanctification.

Thinking of this, the tall horned monk pointed his sword fingers at his eyebrows with his hands.

A slight turn.

A blood jade gourd emerged from the center of the flashing lines and fell into his hand. With a movement of magic power, the gourd turned into the size of a human head in the wind and hung in front of Tushanjun.

"The method of turning demons into immortals with the Holy Spirit."

The red-haired monk whispered softly.

Until now, he still can't understand those hundreds of 'words'.

However, this blood gourd seems to be less aggressive and more gentle.

The white light, like an elf floating around, was spinning inside the gourd, which surprised Tushanjun. The gourd and the white light seemed to form an inexplicable harmony.

He remembered very clearly that this was given to him by the white jade ancestor stone statue when he left Xingluo Sea.

"Like sword energy..."

Only when his spiritual consciousness touched it did he realize that the lively air mass was still undergoing changes.

It actually made Tu Shanjun suspicious.

This aura seemed to turn the gourd into his own shelter.

He tried to activate it, but he couldn't see the breath changing with his consciousness.

Thinking of the miraculous power of the Patriarch Statue, Tu Shanjun felt that it was because of his own lack of cultivation that he could not use it.

As a disciple of Taiyi Shengxian Sect, he made sacrifices to heaven and earth and wrote to Da Zhi. How could Venerable Taihua deprive him of his identity and let him leave? It was probably because he was concerned about his identity as a Taoist soldier of Qi Ling.

In fact, even if Venerable Taihua didn't tell him, he would have asked himself to leave.

He will definitely not return to Taiyi Shengxian Sect.

Even though his identity is okay, he doesn't want to become a puppet in the hands of others.

I feel uncomfortable living under the eyes of the great monk.

Therefore, even if he is a disciple of the sect, Tu Shanjun is still wary.

Xu Sanniang relied on the Soul Reverend Banner to refine the Yin Soul Pill and at the same time use her own visualization method. In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, an eight-winged butterfly stayed and gathered together, like a huge cocoon, protecting her Yin God.

A miniature version of Xu Sanniang sits cross-legged in the Dantian of the Yin God, which is her Nascent Soul.

Swallowing and vomiting, thousands of fresh air gathered behind her to form an illusory figure.

The human figure twists and displays seals, changing its body shape.

shul.

Ever-changing.

The virtual image transformed by the clear energy split into hundreds and thousands of them in an instant, and then gathered together into one body, and then gradually sank into Sanniang's true form.

The spiritual aura around him formed a surrounding starlight embellishment.

…

Yueyan sat on the high seat in the main hall and calmly faced the two elders.

"Since the elders know that the Great Artifact Sect and our Shen Sect are quite close, why can't we give the little girl to them? Now that they are waiting for them to come to ask for it, they are giving the truth to that person." One of the elders with a serious face advised.

"It's better to just hand him over."

Another elder quickly stopped him: "No."

"It was okay in the past, but now we shouldn't be friends with anyone."

"What about that?"

"With the strength of the Pei clan of the Great Weapon Sect, if we insist on making things difficult, the Shen Sect will definitely not let us do anything." The elder with a serious face said sadly.

He was puzzled as to why Yueyan had been cautious for so many years and now he became confused.

You shouldn't act out of anger because of old friends.

Venerable Yuyan said: "It is unlikely that Mr. Pei will continue to be in trouble. Their attitude in coming this time is more like confirming whether the person is here with me. Yang Houfeng, on the other hand, should make a fuss about this matter."

"It is a small thing to lose some power, but it is a big thing to reconsider the candidates for the Holy Land."

"The head of the general affairs sect said he would not be partial. In fact, he inherited it from his ancestors and would definitely favor the inner sect."

"The ancestors are in seclusion again. They will definitely do something at this time."

"It's better to enter the Holy Land early." The slightly rounder elder looked at Yu Yan who was the leader.

"The monks from other sects hope that you will become a saint soon."

The serious elder also nodded.

"Wait a little longer." Lord Yuyan muttered.

Once he steps into the Holy Land, he doesn't know when he will be able to come out.

During his absence, there is no guarantee that the monks in the inner sect will not send Sanniang out in exchange for Pei's support. Then there will be trouble.

Moreover, he has not yet realized the inspiration for becoming a saint, and he is not in a hurry to enter the Holy Land to practice cultivation. The top priority is to stabilize the power of the Inner and Outer Sects.

Lord Yuyan, who was about to continue talking, suddenly raised his head and looked at the location of the cave's melting seat.

…

Before even setting foot in the blessed land, the surging spiritual energy was already like a long river.

A monk in black and red robes walked over, his body-protecting aura shrouding Zi Shaoqing beside him.

A few moments.

Over the lava.

When the chattering elves saw the strange monk arriving, they all stopped.

The giant beast swimming in magma raised its small eyes and stared at the approaching monk. After seeing the person, it immediately swept its tail and dived deeper.

The monk in black and red robes looked at Zi Shaoqing beside him and asked: "I still need to trouble my aunt to open the blessed land."

Zi Shaoqing was eager to give it a try. She swung the token at her waist, and an invisible mist suddenly turned into ripples. Then, a huge and lush blessed land appeared in front of the two of them.

"I'll give you a lookout."

"Go ahead."

Zi Shaoqing, who was stunned by Tushan and shrank away, stepped into the blessed land without saying anything.

A round light shaped like a round sun and a constant moon hangs in the sky.

Looking around, the spirit of the formation still remains.

What surprised her was that there was no 'monk to recuperate' as Zi Shaoqing mentioned here. There was only open land and flowing spiritual energy, and there was no trace of evil spirit left.

Tushan Jinghong pondered: "No?"

Some of the anxiety in my heart disappeared.

Twist decision.

Seal.

A tall phantom appeared behind Tu Shan Jinghong. The phantom had red hair at the top, and his hands were protecting her eyes. With the use of the seal, the pair of blue-black ghost hands moved away from the gap.

Her light red eyes turned purple in an instant and split into two stuck pupils.

Double pupil rotation.

Shadows of the past reappear in front of me.

Although I had already learned some information from Aunt Zi Shaoqing.

However, when she used her magical powers to see clearly, she still felt an uncontrollable excitement, and it turned into a smile under her gaze.

laugh.

laughing out loud.

Until I burst into laughter.

soon.

Tushan Jinghong walked out of the blessed land and saw Zi Shaoqing guarding the door.

Zi Shaoqing asked expectantly: "Have you seen it?"
To be continued...