The purple air stretches across thirty thousand miles, listening to the thunderous sea and the tides.

At the end of the thunder, a vast expanse of sacred ruins appeared, seemingly real and illusory.

The saint's calamity arrives.

The young man in charge of the soul flag has not yet made any move, but his magic power has already activated the soul flag like a waterfall of galaxies.

Black and red mist spread across the vast sky, blocking out the sun and the moon and passing over the cloud tops.

Taiyin shape, sun fire, clear water and thick earth.

The clouds soared into the sky and suddenly tore apart the thunderous breath above, and the originally majestic sky turned into a sea bowl and rolled back as if a hole had been poked.

The dirty air is evacuated and the clean air collides.

Just like the ancient military drum music fully blooming.

Until a crisp sound fell, the heaven and earth immediately paused, and even the thunder and music became silent.

A tall monk wearing a disguised robe from hell walked slowly on the flat surface made of the black water of Xuantian.

The ripples turned into fluctuations of life and death.

The avenue roars, causing the yin and yang to rotate.

The fog is sinking, and the evil spirits are following.

The blue and white palms were raised.

He grabbed it in the air.

An illusory soul flag appeared in his hand.

Shake gently.

The soul flag is turned over, and the road goes in reverse.

Before the terrifying thunder calamity above took shape, it had already been dispersed by the banner-holding monks, turned into turbid air and settled down. Then I saw the illusory soul flag moving slightly, and many mysterious breaths like fairy catkins were absorbed by the soul flag.

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The saint who was about to take shape just now disappeared in an instant.

The two corrupt Taoists were shocked.

Although they are not afraid of the saint's thunder calamity, at this point, the road is on the verge of collapse and they don't want to be contaminated.

I don't want to easily take away the calamity cloud and save the day after the divine weapon spirit reappears.

This is not what a new Taoist should do.

I'm afraid that even in their heyday, they wouldn't be able to withstand the catastrophic thunder for the younger generation so easily.

The monk in the big bamboo hat showed astonishment in his eyes, followed by relief.

"Where's the Thunder Tribulation?"

"No more."

"The weapon was taken away by Lord Lingdao."

"Master Qi Ling..., no matter which sect this is placed in, it will be at the ancestor level..."

"Not only that, when the Lord of the Great Dao is about to expire, each of these ultimate weapons is enough to support the sect's continued prosperity in the world."

boom!

The rotten Tao Lord, carrying the cold breath, broke through the void and stepped onto the world.

As if he still hadn't straightened out his thoughts, he looked at the Taoist weapon spirit who was wearing a robe and surrounded by fairy catkins, then moved to the junior holding the soul flag, and finally looked at the monk in the big bamboo hat.

He frowned suddenly and took half a step back. He was particularly vigilant with his Ding Lun Xuan Gong, always ready to activate his divine weapons to deal with the current situation.

"Master!"

The young monk blurted out in surprise and joy.

Tushanjun, who was standing still, looked sideways, his eyes flashed with an expression of emotion as if they were looking into the deep devil's abyss, and he opened his mouth slightly, but no words of blame were uttered.

It took a long time before he uttered a sentence leisurely.

Hoarse and full of complexities: "My disciple is well, I feel so relieved!"

Wu Rong suddenly felt a surge of sadness in his heart.

He took two steps forward, stopped, and knelt down before saying, "Disciple..."

Tu Shanjun came forward and lifted Wu Rong, who was bending down.

He has proven by his actions that he does not blame Wu Rong.

Thousands of words need not be said.

There is a faint coolness in Master's hand, just like the main pole of the Zunhun Banner. However, the coolness is not biting but very gentle. There is only a sense of warmth when held by this hand.

Wu Rong slowly stood up.

He had become a saint at the moment when the Thunder Tribulation was dispersed by the Soul Flag.

Become a saint in one step, refine the false and return to the true!

The way of destiny ghost is really suitable for the soul flag.

When Wu Rong failed to reach the third step, it was not because his talent was not good or that he was about to reach the end of his road, but because he had to polish himself to the extreme at the peak of the second step.

He has been waiting for an opportunity, which is to cast a real soul-honoring flag.

Only in this way can you fully realize your destiny.

Unfortunately, he had been busy for a long time and could not cast the Soul Reverend Banner even with the guidance of Datou.

This time, he originally wanted to watch his master become enlightened and recreate the world, but he didn't expect that the monk in charge of the soul flag was wiped out by the Taoist Lord. Wu Rong suddenly felt that he could not let the soul flag fall into the hands of others, so he begged his seniors for help.

Datou was very happy and led him into the battlefield without any hesitation.

Wu Rong clutched the soul flag tightly.

He finally became a saint.

I recall that he was pushed back and forth by the family as a bargaining chip, and it was the sect that protected him.

After entering the sect, he cannot practice.

I don't know how many people are waiting to see his jokes.

Entering the Ghost Peak, accompanied by monsters and monsters, listening to Master preach about the ultimate enlightenment of the great road.

Go against fate and change fortune, and the harmony of Tao will merge.

Seeing improvement, I heard the news of Master's death.

He was very reluctant and did not want to believe that it was true, and he had nowhere to express his uneasiness. The bitterness at that time made him feel that this was how a person like him should be.

Don't mention how excited I was the moment I heard that Master was leaving seclusion.

The master is sitting down.

It's not that he has to fight for the position of leader.

The enemy is at hand.

Who can take orders in times of danger?!

He couldn't trust anyone but himself, so if he couldn't take his master away, he would naturally take the position of head of Taiyi Sect.

Not wanting to turn things around, the master's uncle arrived, but to his surprise, he discovered that the uncle had driven away their master and disciple. Even though Wu Rong had a thousand words, he could only become a lost dog.

He hesitated too much in the first half of his life.

Long enough to write a lengthy work.

'I don't ask for God's mercy, life is in our own hands.'

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Tu Shanjun, who helped Wu Rong up, stared coldly at the sky. His good words towards his apprentice disappeared completely, and instead came the boundless anger. His bloody mouth was full of fangs, and he spit out the hoarseness and ferocity of an evil spirit.

"That's too much!"

"Is such an invisible attack the code of conduct of Guxianlou?!"

It must have been a supernatural power that took action just now.

Otherwise it wouldn't be so fast.

Tushanjun didn't even react.

Although he had not yet developed new powers at that time, he had already achieved enlightenment.

Who would have thought that a person with great supernatural powers could be so powerful?

Without any leverage, how can he defend himself against the attacks of those with great supernatural powers?

All he can count on is the Lord of Heaven.
To be continued...