The place where the giant ships of Guxian Tower are parked and transited has gathered into a small market.
This place belongs to the Starlight Sect.
There is Yuanying Patriarch sitting in the gate.
Fangshi.
A red-haired monk looked at the monk who was shouting and hawking, and asked: "Little brother, I heard that Kunpeng Sect is not far from here."
"Kunpeng Sect?"
The young man looked at the tall figure in black robes and pale face in surprise. He could not see the other person's cultivation for a while, and he had not used his magic eye to observe the spiritual light. However, since he was asking for directions, he pointed casually and said: "Just
South of the Starlight Gate, on the seaside, is where the Kunpeng Sect is located."
"Thank you."
The red-haired monk raised his hand.
It was Tu Shanjun who entered Fang City, and he already had information about the Kunpeng Sect in his hands.
Yu Long had arranged everything well. All he had to do was go find Chui Yun. However, Tu Shanjun still kept a cautious eye on it and did not rush over there. Instead, he inquired about the Kunpeng Sect along the way.
Putting these fragmented pieces of information together, we can roughly tell the true and false status of the Kunpeng Sect.
The closer you get, the more news you get. Compared with the welcome received by the Luhuang Sect, the Kunpeng Sect faces hostility from its neighbors, and many monks have no good impressions of the Kunpeng Sect.
It's not that the Kunpeng Sect did anything sinister, but because dragons from outside the river would be targeted by the locals.
Even if their overall strength is not as strong as the Kunpeng Sect, it does not prevent them from uniting to deal with the aging 'behemoth' of the Kunpeng Sect.
For any local sect, the current Kunpeng Sect is a piece of fat.
It's just that this piece of meat is still being held by a fierce tiger, so that the wolves dare not move rashly.
offshore.
The monk pressed the cloud head.
Stop outside the big formation.
Tu Shanjun took off a token from his waist. He looked at the token carefully. It had no name or surname. On its back was a picture of Kun and Peng flying in the sky, with the sea reflected on the ground. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was flying in the sky or hidden in the abyss. After he used his magic power
After being injected into it, ripples appeared in the large formation in front of it.
Tu Shanjun was not curious about how Yu Long obtained this token.
He was just a little hesitant.
Lord Chuiyun is wily and knows how to lie dormant. If the other party had known about this for a long time, it might have turned into a trap against him.
Tu Shanjun frowned slightly and couldn't help but hesitate.
If the devil is in hand, he can let the devil stay outside while he enters to explore the reality.
Unfortunately, when he crossed the barrier, his body was so damaged that the main soul returned to the Soul Banner, causing the mana to be unsustainable and allowing that thing to escape.
Thinking of this, Tu Shanjun waved the soul flag.
Call out the Yin spirit within the banner.
"Go ahead."
Yin Shen easily stepped into it carrying the token.
After squatting for dozens of days and nights, sleeping in the open air for a long time, the evil spirits had penetrated the Kunpeng Sect's new mountain gate into a sieve, and Tu Shanjun finally took the token with confidence and stepped into the Kunpeng Sect's mountain gate.
Shanmen was not a start-up, but took away other people's inheritance and settled down just like that.
After Tu Shanjun entered the formation, he went straight to Chuiyun's residence.
…
Silent abyss.
Nest of the earth.
The water vapor rises to the blue sky, and the moisture becomes gloomy.
The soft light is flying, like swarms of fireflies lighting up the place.
On the far-reaching high platform, in the center of the lotus platform, a monk in robes slowly opened his eyes, and two rays of divine light burst out into pillars of light, illuminating the approaching footsteps.
The sound of footsteps was not masked.
Just as the monk who came over did not hide his appearance.
Red hair and black robe.
Pale with a bit of cyan.
The purple-black nails look rough, like the claws of beasts and monsters, but they are very neatly trimmed and have a regular oval shape.
As the hem of the black cloud prison robe swayed, the man gradually came closer, revealing a pair of black and red eyes, staring at the monk wearing the Tianjin Kunpeng robe who was sitting high on the lotus platform.
The monk in the cassock turned even paler, his face was like gold paper, without any color.
Even the aura around him was extremely weak, and even his strong cultivation could not suppress such hurt.
"You came."
There was no surprise in Venerable Chuiyun's eyes.
He seemed to expect that the red-haired monk would come back.
"You're not surprised." Tu Shanjun's eyes darkened.
If Venerable Chuiyun showed surprise, he was not so solemn. Now this attitude made him feel suspicious. However, he had already explored clearly inside and outside, and found no other formations or powerful reinforcements to ambush.
Not to mention the seriously injured Master Chuiyun, even if he was in a state of complete victory without being injured, Tushanjun was not afraid at all.
Lord Chuiyun said: "I know you will come back sooner or later."
There was no resentment, regret, regret, or even the slightest strange look on his face, only calmness and calmness.
Tu Shanjun remained silent.
He will definitely come back.
That was the moment he was closest to death.
That cannot be called death, it should be called disappearance.
At that time, he was focused on escaping and forgot about the panic about death in his heart. Looking back now, he still has lingering fear. Unlike the death of the main soul, the damage to the soul flag was what he was most worried about.
Therefore, there is no doubt that he will come back and kill Lord Chuiyun.
Chuiyun also saw this, so he was sure that Tushanjun would come back.
Then his eyes began to search and look around.
It seems to be looking for the person holding the flag.
"Can you move freely without relying on the monks?"
When these words came, Tu Shanjun saw the surprised look in Chuiyun's eyes, which was an indescribable surprise.
Even horrified.
Because once an artifact has the ability to control itself, it cannot be called an artifact, but a living being. Like other people, it should be called a monk.
Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "No."
He would rather have such an ability.
If only he could be like a monk.
Venerable Chuiyun said: "It seems that I still have a chance."
The red-haired monk narrowed his eyes slightly.
If the atmosphere just now was relatively relaxed, then when Chuiyun said this, Tushanjun's light red mist surrounded his side, which was the murderous intention that had condensed into substance.
Although it is very light, it is very pure.
"I will not allow someone with a higher cultivation level than me to control my life and death."
"Fellow Taoist, are you so confident?"
Chuiyun looked at Tushanjun.
Tushanjun didn't respond at all.
He doesn't need to say anything.
Chuiyun didn't seem to get the answer he wanted, and just said to himself: "After so many years, my great cause disappeared in an instant, and the two sects also fell apart after the reunification."
As he spoke, he opened his robe and exposed his chest.
There was a sword mark there, and blood could still be seen growing there.
At this time, fear flashed in his eyes: "That person is really powerful."
Then, the fear in his eyes turned into a long and deep gaze: "I'm going to die."
"Before I die, if I can see the artifact treasure again, this life will not be in vain." Of course, more than just meeting, what Chuiyun wants to do is to firmly control the artifact treasure in his own hands.
If it was an ordinary spiritual treasure, such as a Taoist weapon, but it only had the sanity of a three- or two-year-old child, he wouldn't care so much.
But this device is different.
Not only does it possess the sanity of an adult, but the artifact itself can also improve its own grade without forging it. Obtaining this treasure is not just a simple help, but it may lead to a path to immortality in the future.
At least, the treasure can grow with him, saving countless hard work.
All of this was disrupted by Taihua.
Without Taihua, he would have controlled the Soul Banner now.
If the main soul is disobedient, then kill it. If it cannot be killed, then ban it.
There will always be opportunities to surrender in the future.
"I'll give you one last chance."
"You and I join hands to find the path to immortality together."
Chuiyun stared at the red-haired monk standing on the bank of the pool.
Tu Shanjun said indifferently: "I am here and have nothing else to talk about."
"Middle stage of becoming a god?"
"I haven't seen you for more than two hundred years, and you've become stronger again."
The heat in Chuiyun's eyes bloomed again, and with it came regret.
He regretted not taking action to leave True Lord Taiyi in the Ghost Sea. Even if some people would die, he should have taken action. But at that time, he had worries because he had everything.
Now he has no worries.
He has nothing to lose.
However, the opportunity may only come once.
"But today, we still don't know whether it will be your destruction or mine."
Chui Yunzhang took orally a golden-red elixir that was as big as an egg. On the elixir was an illusory figure sitting cross-legged.
"Holy product?!"
“Good insight.”
"This is called the Hundred Saints Return to Heaven Pill. Even a saint can recover from his injuries within a quarter of an hour after taking this pill."
Chuiyun's complexion quickly turned rosy, and his sluggish aura quickly expanded, just like the thick river water quickly accumulating, and there was no such floating feeling as before.
Venerable Chuiyun said: "After I was hit by that sword, I sold all my family property and violated the laws of my ancestors. Even before my death, I had sold it to the Ancient Immortal Tower and signed a contract with the secret.
It’s definitely not lower than the price of this elixir, so you can get such a holy elixir that will save you.”
"So many years."
"I always send people to urge Yu Long to let him know the urgency of the news."
"It finally paid off."
Venerable Chuiyun stood up slowly: "You finally came back before I died."
Tu Shanjun looked solemn.
I didn't expect this person to be so ruthless, even if he got the pill, he would never take it.
Just waiting for him to come.
You know, once Chuiyun takes the elixir, he can start a new business, escape with Kunpeng Zong, and then slowly manage the business, waiting to grow stronger and improve his own cultivation.
However, Tushanjun still caught a message from it.
"The secret of an elixir that is no less than a holy product?"
Tushanjun chewed on these words.
Then he looked at Lord Chuiyun gloomily.
This man is so courageous.
Even if he wins in the end, controls the Soul Banner, and bans his main soul, when the Ancient Immortal Tower learns the secret, there will still be monks from the Ancient Immortal Tower looking for it.
Is he so confident that he can stop it?
"I'm at the end of my rope, so I have to buy everything and the things I don't have."
Venerable Chuiyun let out a long sigh.
"I won't show off the formation in front of you, the great master of formation."
Buzz!
With the power of the holy elixir, and the century-old enlightenment that came from being seriously injured and on the verge of death, Chuiyun not only restored his own strength, but also went one step further.
Chuiyun waved his sleeves and robe, and Kunyunding appeared at his feet.
Then he pulled out a long-handled Tianpeng sword from the cauldron and pointed it diagonally at Tushanjun on the other side.
"Fellow."
"It's time to finish!"
Tu Shanjun was unafraid, the Soul Reverend Banner appeared in his hand, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, it's time to end this grudge!"
While speaking, an illusory figure appeared behind Tushanjun.
The shadow in the late stage of spiritual transformation raised its head slightly.