When it is about to rise, the formation formed by the eight light pillars will cover it up, allowing the light to shine here.
Under the reflection of the green iron banner of the Zunhun Banner, the giant cocoon was also dyed with a layer of light blue ink fairy catkins.
It's like a star ring spinning around it.
In the giant cocoon, Xu Sanniang sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, her sword held horizontally in front of her, and a three-winged butterfly dancing gracefully on her shoulder.
The golden elixir hanging as high as the full moon above the sea of dharma seemed to turn into an illusion in an instant, with a shrunken Sanniang sitting cross-legged in it, but it was not as solid as usual.
"Fake baby." Inside the banner, Tu Shanjun couldn't help but marvel.
With the help of powerful spiritual roots and huge resources, Taoist monks can take the first step to reach the pinnacle just like eating and drinking.
Moreover, this is the kind of pressure that a big environment should have.
Geniuses can emerge in a few years or more than ten years and reach the peak of the first step.
It’s no wonder that Da Zong’s positioning of Tianjiao is to enter the Nascent Soul realm before the age of fifty.
These regulations are considered generous.
With the spiritual energy concentration, opportunities, resources, and inheritance of the Great Realm, if you cannot win a place in a short period of time, you will slowly fall behind.
No wonder that boy from Wanfa Sect was so resentful after he was sent to Xingluo Hai that he almost said 'I want to find someone to vent to' written all over his face.
At the speed of these geniuses, they will fall to the same level in five years, let alone fifty years.
Then there will be no need to argue.
Cultivation is the foundation of everything. Without cultivation, it is truly difficult to move forward.
In this way, Tu Shanjun's thoughts became even more serious.
What a nine-year agreement?
I’ll date you as a big-headed guy!
Now that Sanniang has the peak strength of the golden elixir, he can take Sanniang to run away quietly at any time, and then take everything back when her cultivation level improves.
All hypocrisy and compromise are just coping strategies.
Even if you are an old ghost like the old devil, you still have to lie.
"Run or not?"
"run!"
Without any hesitation, Tu Shanjun made a decisive decision.
In the remaining three years, let alone a Taoist genius, even with the talent to become an immortal, it is impossible to reach the peak of Yuanying in a short time. The Yin Soul Pill is very powerful, but the requirements for mana in the Yuanying realm are greater and the accumulation is also greater.
More.
Three years?
Do not make jokes.
It took senior brother Taiyi two hundred years to complete this road of accumulation.
Otherwise, why would Da Zong only have requirements for Nascent Soul? Because that can be achieved in a short time.
As the level rises, the further you go, the slower it gets. The magic power of Taoism is accumulated and is not achieved overnight.
The only thing that needs to be worried about now is the Pei family's blockade on Sanniang, but it should be impossible for the Pei family to send out the Lord Transformation God. With Sanniang's current magic power, it is enough to make him manifest a move.
From this blow, monks with lower levels of cultivation than him would have no chance of surviving.
Xu Sanniang slowly opened her eyes, and the shadow of the gathering of fresh air flashed in her eyes. Then the giant cocoon around her body turned into boundless fresh air and fed back to her body. Supplemented by Sanniang's bright face like a dazzling mountain and river, she was as bright as a god.
people.
Tu Shanjun, who transformed into a red-haired imp and sat on Xu Sanniang's shoulder, said:
"time to go."
Sanniang was stunned as soon as these words came out. She thought that she had just stepped into the false baby, and would soon survive the disaster and become the True Lord of Nascent Soul. With time, she would accumulate mana, and with the help of Yinhun Dan, she would be able to do it in four years.
Inside……
As if he had read through Sanniang's mind, the red-haired kid on the shoulder asked: "What level has it reached?"
After thinking about it, Sanniang said: "If the situation is better, we can enter the middle stage of Nascent Soul."
"And then borrow three lives from the Dao body to fight to the death with the Pei family?"
"I have no idea."
Tu Shanjun's plan is really interesting.
If Sanniang can reach the middle stage of Nascent Soul and then borrow the Dao body, she can borrow the magic power of the gods, and there are still two magic powers. Then she will definitely be able to exert the full strength of the Soul Banner.
There shouldn't be any problem against the late-stage Venerable.
But, this is the power gained from burning one’s life.
does it worth?
Sanniang looked at the ancient treasured spiritual sword in her hand and was stunned, and then said: "If we break the promise, the old house and the ancient sword will give up."
"Very important?"
Hearing the ethereal and hoarse voice, Sanniang shook her head and said, "I already know what is locked in the ancient house, and I also know why my father died."
"what?."
"Criticisms from Immortals."
Tu Shanjun's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned from a red-haired kid to the soul banner, and said with a trembling voice: "Become an immortal?"
"Comments from becoming an immortal?"
"What do you mean, did he predict it using the butterfly dream Taoist body, or is it a magical power?"
"Could it be that he calculated someone's fate?"
This was the first time that Sanniang saw Tushanjun lose his composure.
Even the joys, anger, sorrows and joys in daily life are incomparable.
It's like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, but worrying that the life-saving straw is a rootless duckweed or not tough enough.
The emergence of this kind of news made this old man extremely excited.
His expression was complicated and difficult to hide, and he just asked for follow-up questions.
Xu Sanniang said in a deep voice: "I only learned this secret after I sacrificed my blood to the sword."
"The ancient sword in my hand is the key to the ancient house. I have made an agreement with the Pei family. If I don't join the Great Weapon Sect in nine years, I will give the ancient sword and the ancient house to them."
Inside the Zunhun Banner.
Under the big locust tree.
Tushanjun himself could not hide his complicated emotions, his eyes were full of surprise, and even more so, he felt a sense of horror.
No wonder a Taoist monk as strong as him could die and still disappear so peacefully. It turned out that he had deduced that it was an immortal path, but what shocked Tushanjun even more was that there really was an immortal path.
That is to say.
There really are immortals in this world.
"Fairy!"
Tu Shanjun stood up abruptly, stood in front of the Taoist temple, and looked towards the distant city, towering like mountains, where more than 2.6 million Yin gods were located.
His eyes sparkled with light.
This is a prophecy of immortality.
Back then, the blood gourd only had the words "How to transform demons into immortals from the Holy Spirit", so Tu Shanjun was hesitant to keep it. What's more, Sanniang said it herself that the ancient house left to her by her father contained a prophecy of immortality.
Even a few words were enough to move him.
"Brother Tushan still thinks we should leave at this time?"
Xu Sanniang laughed.
Beautiful as a blooming star.
She knew that Tu Shanjun definitely wanted to become an immortal, so she didn't mind using her Taoist magical powers.
Even if one of your wings is broken off.
What's the big difference between one wing and three wings?
As she said, she can reach the top even without a Taoist body.
Standing in front of the Taoist temple and staring at the city, the tall figure with red hair fell into silence.
He didn't ask anything else, because since Sanniang said this, he already had the answer to what he had in mind.
For example, how to turn it on.
For example, is there any room for maneuver?
…
a long time.
Tu Shanjun's black and red eyes were as dark as the abyss and as bright as stars.
He said calmly: "It's time to go!"
"I have been pursuing the path of immortality all my life, not only for immortality, but also for those who embark on the path with me."
"Sacrificing people to exchange for the prophecy of the Immortal Path is putting the cart before the horse."
"and……"
"Even without the approval of an immortal, I can still become an immortal!"
Even if she didn't see the figure and only heard the voice, Xu Sanniang could still imagine the tall figure's arrogance and domineering words.
This is the kind of confidence that Demon Lord should possess.
"Is Brother Tushan so confident?"
Tu Shanjun shook his head: "It's you I believe."
"And the people who once accompanied me on the road to immortality."
"If they hadn't lent me my life, I would have been nothing more than a dead weapon, and I would have been destroyed by disaster one day."
Xu Sanniang looked at the green iron and black flags in front of her in surprise.
She didn't expect to get such an answer.
I thought I would hear Brother Tushan 'bragging' about me and affirming my talents, but I never thought that even Brother Tushan, who is as cold as a demon, would actually be so optimistic about his path.
He is so humble and even possesses such tenderness.
"good."
"What if the ancient sword and the ancient house are given to them? Without me to open them, they can't take anything away."
Xu Sanniang winked playfully.
In fact, she still didn't say anything clearly.
Even if there is no immortal criticism in the ancient house, can't she use her Taoist magical power to make a new prediction?
"I want to be criticized by immortals, but I want you to live even more."
"Very important?"
This time it was Xu Sanniang's turn to ask Tu Shanjun.
This is still the same sentence.
Tu Shanjun nodded and said, "It's very important!"
Xu Sanniang seemed to have received a satisfactory answer and said with a smile: "Then I will live until Brother Tushan becomes an immortal."
Across the body of the Zunhun Banner, Tu Shanjun looked at Xu Sanniang.
He actually had some confidence in this sentence.
It's not because of Sanniang's Taoism, but maybe because Xu Sanniang is a person surrounded by mysteries. It seems that no matter what surprising things happen to her, it's not surprising.
…
Since you have to leave, of course you have to explain everything.
So the original plan came into effect.
He Shuli was surprised to find that Xu Sanniang's aura was as dark as a sea of smoke, and he had not been able to spy on it long ago.
Even sitting aside, he could feel the burning spiritual light. It was the spiritual aura revealed by the master of cultivation, and this unconscious aura made him feel great pressure.
As for the monk wearing a dark red robe on one side, he still looks like he is practicing Qi.
But he didn't dare to underestimate it.
The dissipation of the lightning disaster was vivid in his mind, and no matter how much pressure Sanniang put on him, it was not as important as the change in the expression of the person next to him.
"Mr. Crane."
"In this storage bag are elixirs, spiritual stones, and a seven-turn golden elixir used for practice."
He Shuli is so smart. The moment he saw the storage bag and heard Xu Sanniang's words, his eyes widened.
Shock flashed through my heart.
His body couldn't help but straighten, and then he leaned on the chair behind him.
As if taking a long breath, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Mr. He, please take care of the orphanage."
He Shuli nodded and cupped his hands and said, "I understand."
He knew in his heart that maybe the Demon Lord wanted him to stay by his side just for this matter.
But he didn't need to ask.
I know I can't say anything.
In fact, there is no need to take too much care. Now five years have passed, and the little babies from back then have their own destinations after the spiritual root exploration. There are only two or three big cats and kittens left, and the thin monkey has also been arranged into the Great Instrument Sect.
As a disciple of the sect, Mr. Pei would not vent his anger on them if he wanted to show off.
Tu Shanjun was going to write a letter to Zhong Han, asking him to take care of him.
This little thing should be no problem for Zhong Han.
…
Half a month later.
Far away in the Great Instrument Sect.
A figure opened the envelope and asked doubtfully: "My letter?"