Tu Shanjun frowned after thinking for a while.

Although it was only Yan Tianjun's words, Tu Shanjun had some idea in his mind.

If he really wanted to choose between relatives and friends in the Taoist sect, he would definitely choose Taiyi Shengxian Sect, there is no doubt about it.

Originally, he did not plan to meet the monks from the sect.

Those with a high level of cultivation will not tell him, while those with a low level of cultivation do not know.

Even if he knew what caused the civil strife in the sect back then, he still wouldn't be able to solve the problem.

It's better to just let it go and wait quietly.

Relying on the evil spirit of the Peach Sacred Tree and the Sacred Meteor to forge the deity, the Sovereign Soul Banner has been upgraded from a peerless holy weapon to a true divine weapon.

As long as you become a Dao Lord, you can naturally enter the inner circle.

You can still see it now.

The elegant young man looked like the true heir of the sect, not to mention the little girl in the green skirt.

Yan Tianjun said that she was a born swordsman and would have a chance to become a Taoist in the future. Once she grows up, she will be one of the pillars of the sect.

The loss of either of these two would be a huge loss in the Forbidden Land.

With the temperament of the monks in Guxian Tower, once they knew where he came from, it would be impossible not to take advantage of the true successor of the sect and the little girl in the green skirt.

Tu Shanjun asked in a deep voice: "Does Tianjun know why they came to the forbidden land?"

"Know."

Yan Tianjun plucked the oranges.

After chewing two pills, he looked at the red-haired Ghost Saint across from him in surprise.

The Ghost Saint was obviously preparing to hear the next words.

Unexpectedly, Yan Tianjun simply replied that he knew, without any intention of saying anything further.

"I don't think you are a monk from Taiyi Shengxian Sect."

Yan Tianjun changed the topic: "You don't know anything about the sect, and you don't even know anything about China. Moreover, you think you are the ancestor of the Taiyi Sect both inside and outside your words. Come to think of it, you can only be regarded as the ancestor of the Taiyi Sect."

One of the ancestors."

The red-haired Ghost Saint lowered his eyes.

Yan Tianjun continued: "There is at least one true ancestor of Taiyi Sect."

"He is a disciple of Taiyi Shengxian Sect."

The divine light in Ghost Saint's eyes suddenly lit up.

"How can I see it?"

"You are a magic weapon, how can you be a disciple of the sect."

Yan Tianjun looked at Ghost Saint, as if he was nostalgic for his innocence, and then smiled calmly: "You probably met a disciple of Taiyi Shengxian Sect who was in trouble. That person happened to think that the sect was destroyed, so he was planning to establish a inheritance. It happened that

And because of chance, he took charge of the Soul Reverend Banner."

"If his methods were more powerful, he would choose to take over as his master and take on his disciples, becoming each other's senior brothers with you and tying you firmly to the Taiyi Sect's chariot."

"I guess his cultivation level is not high."

"It should be in step two."

"If his Taoism is very high, he will learn about the Middle-earth sect. If his Taoism is too low, he will not be able to cross the barrier."

"Since you are both ancestors of the sect, your cultivation levels should be similar."

The words just fell.

The red-haired Ghost Saint stared gloomily at Tianjun, who was peeling an orange across the table and could not tell his exact age.

Tianjun is still leisurely, like a lazy beast enjoying the sun, but no one can ignore his fangs and claws. They seem to be hidden, but in fact they are sharp and sharp, sending chills down the spine.

Even Tushanjun has to admit it.

At this time, I was facing unparalleled pressure.

"What exactly does Tianjun want to say?"

Yan Tianjun ate an orange, licked his lips, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Since your cultivation was not high in the past, how can you become a great sage now?"

"As far as I know, although the strength of the weapon spirit will grow, no weapon spirit can achieve such a span as yours."

"No, it is possible. If the artifact itself is recast, the strength of the artifact spirit will also change."

"But it's not easy to recast it while preserving the spirit of the weapon."

"Your cultivation span is so wide, either you don't care about damage to your sanity at all, or you have a treasure that can preserve your sanity."

Tushanjun suddenly felt at ease.

He really shouldn't worry about these problems, because everyone in the Eastern Wilderness knows his legend.

Very few monks knew that he could advance without any scruples, and the most famous among them was the Yu family, a wealthy family.

It was the Yu family's concealment of the news that prevented the commotion from becoming too big.

But so what the heck.

It will be known one day.

He just saw some details with Yan Tianjun's vicious eyes and didn't react for a while.

No one who has been in contact with him for a short time can figure out his origin through these details. The only person who can do this is Yan Tianjun.

Tushanjun picked up the tea cup and slowly brought it to his mouth.

Take a sip and let out a breath of turbidity.

He said calmly: "Why did Tianjun say it so clearly and offend me? Even if the soul flag is damaged, I'm afraid Tianjun will be hurt even more."

Unexpectedly, Yan Tianjun didn't have any fear at all, unlike when he first saw the Zunhun Banner. Instead, he was extremely excited. He stared at Tushanjun who was drinking tea. His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat and reached his mouth.

He swallowed it back: "Okay, very good, I won't ask again."

He already has the answer.

There is no point in asking again.

He only saw hope.

Now that there is hope, there is only one chance left.

Ghost Saint didn't understand the change in Yan Tianjun's expression. It was probably the old god's nostalgia for the past after living for a long time. As for the emotional sustenance, Tu Shanjun didn't ask at all.

He doesn't want to become a god.

If God were omnipotent, he would not die.

Even those as powerful as the Ancient Divine Court are still buried up to their necks in the earth.

So what if he becomes the God Emperor?

Still not enough.

Only becoming an immortal.

The immortal after five steps.

So Lord Tushan turned a blind eye to the gods.

Even if Yan Tianjun points out that the throne is vacant, he has no interest.

But he didn't dare to ask if there really were immortals.

He is neither a monk who is called an immortal, nor a god who is called an immortal.

But a real fairy.

Immortals are immortals.

He was afraid of getting a positive answer.

He is afraid that there are no immortals in this world.

Immortality is just a slogan shouted by Taoism, Buddhism, Xuan, etc., and no one has ever achieved it.

After hesitating for a long time, Tu Shanjun drank all the tea in the cup and said, "Please advise them to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible."

…

Tai Jing, who withdrew his gaze, had no intention of leaving.

He is bound to win the Six Paths of Hell.

For this, the sect paid a price beyond imagination.

Since a sword-making manual alone is not enough, let’s add a handbook of ancestral soldiers.

I believe that with these two weapons-making skills, we should be able to replace the Six Paths of Death.
To be continued...