Chapter 877 Backhand

Thirty years later.

The young man in seclusion slowly opened his eyes.

The dark gold vertical pupils are like the bright moon at its end, or like a deep canyon.

Under the light of golden light, it looks so majestic.

As the monk stood up, his long dark golden hair was casually spread around his shoulders, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"What's up?"

The young man tilted his head slightly.

"Lord."

The monk standing at the door of the quiet room raised his hands and said, "Madam said that Miss Linglong is about to start the God-Transformation Thunder Tribulation. Please come and watch the ceremony."

"knew."

Meng Zhi nodded.

I can't hear the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the words.

After walking out of the gate and stepping into the fire veins of the underground palace, the figure in my impression is still standing there, as it has been for decades.

Meng Zhi said respectfully: "Master, Junior Sister Linglong is about to break through the barrier and will soon face the God Transformation Thunder Tribulation. I am inviting Master to watch the ceremony."

Tu Shanjun, who forged blood steel, smiled and said: "Thirty years have passed, and Linglong should have reached this stage."

He turned back to look at Meng Zhi, nodded and praised: "Yes, your practice has not fallen behind. Just thirty years has allowed you to enter the middle stage."

"You should have realized the virtual sky and different earth a long time ago, right?"

"Return to Master, my disciple has realized it." Meng Zhi bowed his hands and saluted.

Then he said: "This is also because the conflict between the Yu family factions did not affect the relationship between our master and apprentice. Otherwise, it would be impossible for me to reach the middle stage of divine transformation in just thirty years."

Ever since the supply of Yinhun Dan was finalized with Yu Haofeng thirty years ago, the tense whirlpool seemed to slowly dissipate around Meng Zhi.

He was like an outsider, no matter what complicated things happened, they seemed to have eyes and left around him.

With Mengzhi's intelligence, he quickly thought of the function of the soul-honoring flag.

Now he is like an alchemy master who has endless pills. No one in the Yu family dares to touch him.

Even though he had killed several venerables in the realm of gods, which made Yu Laoqi angry and wanted to kill him in Tuoyue Canyon, but now that they met, apart from his cold expression, he didn't show any action.

After the number of Zunhun Banner Yinshen increased, he found that the top-quality Taoist weapons in his hands became more and more powerful.

It was a kind of horror as dark as smoke.

If Tu Shanjun was not in charge, he alone, a monk in the middle stage of divine transformation, would not be able to fully command the entire soul flag.

Based on this concern, Meng Zhi also asked for detailed information about the artifact.

…

Mengzhi couldn't help but think of the situation that day.

"I saw that the master's true form was sitting in the Tiger Tomb, and it did not have much impact on the control of the Soul Flag."

Tu Shanjun said: "What do you think the weapon spirit and treasure in the weapon spirit treasure mean?"

Meng Zhi replied: "The spirit of the weapon and the treasure are just like the soul and the body."

Unexpectedly, Tu Shanjun shook his head and said: "The weapon spirit body is a dharma body that is finally born after the spiritual consciousness of the weapon gradually awakens and condenses after the weapon reaches a certain level."

"In the final analysis, all weapon spirit bodies are essentially just a manifestation of the object. I am the soul flag, and the soul flag is me."

No fool would be so stupid as to want to seize the spirit of the body.

Unless that person clearly knows all the origins of Tu Shanjun.

An inexplicable look flashed in Tushanjun's eyes.

In the past, he only vaguely knew that he had a connection with the Zunhun Banner, but later it became clearer and clearer as his cultivation level gradually increased.

The soul and the flag are one. The incomplete audio and video editor had already told him this.

After getting the answer, Meng Zhi felt relieved immediately, and then he asked another question.

That is, whether someone can bypass him and use the Soul Reverend Banner directly. Of course, this is with the permission of Master Tu Shanjun, and whether there are monks who can do this.

Tu Shanjun clearly told him that he couldn't.

The soul-honoring flag is so magical that only the flag owner can use it.

No matter how powerful others are in cultivation and how powerful their magic power is, they still cannot use the Soul Flag.

Unless the current flag owner dies.

As long as the next person in charge of the Soul Banner has sufficient mana, he can exert all the magical powers of the Soul Banner just like the original banner owner.

"Such a powerful magical power must have its own drawbacks."

"That's right."

"The moment you pick up the soul-honoring flag, you will not be able to escape except becoming an immortal, even if you die, the gods of Yin and Yang will be included in the flag and become slave souls."

Tu Shanjun remembered that he had said something about the soul flag when he was in Huzhong, but the situation was urgent at that time and his explanation was not that clear. Meng Zhi did not ask again.

When he wanted to ask himself, it was precisely because of the Yinhun Pill that he felt a sense of crisis.

…

"Let's go."

Hearing a familiar voice, Mengzhi came back to his senses.

He said with a smile: "Junior sister Linglong's talents are really terrifying. In just thirty years, she has reached the peak from the late Yuanying stage and is about to hit the thunder catastrophe of becoming a god. With the foundation of the Yu family and her own Taoism, this thunder catastrophe is probably

It poses no threat at all."

Tu Shanjun was noncommittal.

Yu Linglong people are a bit stupider, but fortunately this is only a relative term.

With his Taoist body and the foundation of the Yu family, as well as long-term use of the Yinhun Pill, and the God Transformation Pill refined by him as a great master, the probability of successfully overcoming the tribulation is probably 80-90%.

The rest is entirely up to God.

Get out of the underground palace.

The dark gold chariot is like a large chariot lying across the door.

"I met the master."

Yu Lingshu quickly saluted.

"No need to be polite."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand slightly.

"Master, please."

The carriage is pulled by a dragon, and the chariot is made of gold made of phoenix blood. The level of luxury is evident.

Tu Shanjun boarded the chariot, and the space inside was like a palace. Looking at the spirit wine on the table, Tu Shanjun realized that he had not drank for many years, and he seemed to have gradually given up.

Unlike ordinary elders, Tushanjun was extremely silent.

Nor does it induce birth.

Not even asking about the progress of practice, they just quietly opened the book. The only rustling sound that could be heard in the carriage was the rustling of books. Meng Zhi and Yu Lingshu seemed to have been used to it for a long time, and neither of them said anything to disturb them.

Lowering his voice, he talked about a few things at home.

While the couple was talking, the carriage arrived at Tianyue Mountain.

"Father-in-law."

"..."

After the carriage arrived, Meng Zhi took Yu Lingshu to pay homage.

Yu Haofeng laughed, patted Meng Zhi on the shoulder and said: "Good boy, we haven't seen each other for such a short time, you entered the country quickly."

He turned back to look at Yu Lingshu's flat belly and said unhappily: "Why are you still the same? I am so idle and need a grandson."

It seemed that he was talking about Yu Lingshu, but actually he was talking about Meng Zhi.

Mengzhi laughed and fooled him.

He really doesn't want to have children.

When a monk gives birth to a child, he needs to recuperate his anger and regenerate his energy. The more advanced the monk is, the more advanced the monk is, the more likely it is to damage his own foundation if he performs this trick. He wants to wait until he reaches the level of saint.

"Uncle Seven."

Meng Zhi bowed his hands.

The silver-haired Yu Haoming, holding his hands behind his back, snorted in response.
To be continued...