The burly old man with blond hair turned slightly sideways, and his pale golden Yuanri eyes glanced at him.

Surprise flashed in the main soul's eyes.

He really didn't expect Lord Yuyan to arrive here.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the monk in a bamboo hat next to Taoist Brother Yuyan.

The man in the bamboo hat raised his head slightly, revealing a familiar face, smiled, cupped his hands, and stood quietly beside Yue Yan without saying much.

"Zi Yang...Venerable."

Tushanjun laughed.

Since Huang Tuo and the others arrived due to the invitation from the Ancient Immortal Tower, then Zi Yang, as the Tianyang Divine Sect's top disciple and the great disciple of Taoist Brother Yuyan, should have also received the invitation.

I just don’t know if it came directly from Guxian Tower or if it was under the care of Taoist Brother Yuyan.

Tu Shanjun thinks it is the latter.

Because, Senior Yueyan is here today.

The eyes moved and the main soul sighed.

Ziyang was already in the late Nascent Soul stage three hundred years ago, so it is no surprise that he has reached the realm of the Venerable now.

Thinking of this, the main soul couldn't help but think about Jinghong's cultivation level, which was probably not low anymore.

In comparison, he had been immersed in studying the immortal stone tablets for two to three hundred years, and it was inevitable that his own cultivation would fall behind.

The path of spiritual practice may be fast or slow.

Tu Shanjun doesn’t think he is a genius, he just perfects his way forward through practice and inner pursuit of knowledge.

After arriving at the Venerable Realm, I feel that time is slow but fast. The sea has changed in the blink of an eye. The sun and the moon rotate in a trance. Looking back again, I don’t know how many years have passed.

"Walk."

When old friends meet, there is no greeting.

The only word that came out of his mouth.

Tu Shanjun sighed:

"Brother, you shouldn't have come."

The main soul knows that leaking his identity will definitely cause waves, and everyone involved with him will be implicated.

Under such a premise, Meteor Flame should not come.

The burly old man with blond hair smiled and said: "Since you call me brother, how can I sit back and watch."

The main soul was completely stunned on the spot.

His eyes suddenly turned red.

He has always been a strong person, even in the face of death, he still never wavered.

However, the moment Yue Yan finished speaking, Tu Shanjun suddenly felt a little relieved.

That day,

He really tried his best!

…

"Walk!"

"But brother, you..."

"I am sanctified!"

"Don't forget who is behind me."

Tu Shanjun nodded.

He knows the real backer behind Taoist Brother Yuyanyan.

That person's terror cannot be measured by his cultivation. The most powerful thing about him is his understanding of Tao. In every move, Tao is integrated into his actions and strategies to achieve his own goals.

It is impossible for such a person to put Brother Tao into a desperate situation before the goal is achieved.

And he, Tushanjun, does need cultivation to support him.

Lord Jambuddha is not a good person.

Brother Taoist's move is undoubtedly a way to quench his thirst by drinking poison.

Think again and again.

Tu Shanjun knew that he must not stay.

He did not have the strength to defeat Lord Jambudvipa, nor did he have the ability to defend himself.

If he stays forcibly, it will drag everyone down. Only by walking far away and hiding so that no one can find him can he be safe and the people around him can also be safe.

After handing it over, the main soul stepped into the air.

Above, the defensive formation that belongs to the City of All Things shines brightly. It is vast but exudes a scorching pressure that is overwhelming. It seems that all those who dare to challenge the formation, whether they are monks or living beings, will be crushed by this terrifying formation.

Ying Yutian calmly stared at the back of the main soul.

From the sound transmission between Huang Tuo and Chen Tianba just now, he intercepted the word "treasure".

What kind of treasure is it specifically? Because the appearance of the meteorite flames suppressed his consciousness, he could not fully hear it clearly.

But that's enough.

The treasure should be on this person's body, so a group of little children came over.

And when he asked questions, he tacitly agreed not to answer truthfully.

Seeing that the red-haired monk was about to leave, Ying Yutian moved his steps slightly and took a step forward. The spiritual aura of the formation was completely consistent with the divine light bursting out of him.

Ying Yutian sneered and said calmly: "Since Taoist Fellow Yuyan said so, our Heavenly Artifact Holy Land will give Tianyang Shenzong some face."

"It's just that the formation has been opened. I am responsible for the city of all things. Even if I want to withdraw from the formation, I will be counterattacked."

"I believe that Fellow Taoist Yuyanyan will not force me to risk my life to accompany this gentleman."

Since Yue Yan is willing to be the leader, the person in charge of the outer sect and the person favored by the ancestors of the inner sect, he does not want to offend him, but the majesty of the great sect cannot be offended.

Not to mention these little babies, even if it were the true Son of Taoism and the Holy Son who caused trouble, he would never be able to swallow the pain and accept the consequences.

Therefore, it is necessary to use the pressure of the formation to make a bet.

If you have the ability, don't rely on him, the city lord, to open the formation and leave on his own.

If you don't have the ability, just wait patiently.

Of course, Yueyan could hear the implication of Ying Yutian's words, and it was impossible for him to say anything more.

Even if Tu Shanjun was forced to fight back, the incident happened in the City of All Things, which belongs to the territory of the Holy Land of Heavenly Artifacts. There is nothing wrong with being left behind, and he should not make any more demands. Therefore, with a horizontal fist, the energy of the whole body flourished.

Looking towards the distant formation.

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

The formation in the City of All Things is not easy to break, and the formation has already risen when everyone takes action. If you want to open the formation, you need a formation plate, or you need to use great magic power to tear it open.

When the formation emerged, his heart skipped a beat.

I stayed there for a long time but couldn't think of any good solution.

Seemingly aware of the main soul's predicament, Lord Yuyan turned the storage ring on his finger.

The Ya Sheng's pressure was like a high-hanging fire sun, turning the entire blue sky into light red mist. A stream of majestic fists rose from the burly old man's body, like a peak rising into the sky.

"Mountain."

Ying Yutian murmured softly.

As the second step to the pinnacle of the sub-sage realm, he is very familiar with this divine will.

Isn't it the mountain of saints?

Just now he heard Yue Yan say that he wanted to become a saint, and he had scoffed at it.

Now it seems that this person may really have extraordinary qualifications.

Ying Yutian frowned and said nothing.

I think so, but actually I'm not too afraid.

As a monk who reached the peak early, he does not worship qualifications and does not think talent is important.

No one has ever shown a talent that even impressed him.

Even those Taoists who have been famous for a long time cannot.

"The power of the sub-sage?"

Lord Qingluan frowned.

"This person is not a simple Yasheng."
To be continued...