Chapter 1069 Soul Shackles

Domain barrier.

In the realm of deep travel, there are two Qi running camps.

At a high position in the hall, a monk wearing a light yellow robe frowned, put down the jade slip in his hand, and asked, "Has Niu Hong gone down to the lower realm?"

"Da Sikong, the commander has been in the lower realm for some time..." The bull-headed saint who came to report hesitated and couldn't understand. Maybe he understood it himself, but he couldn't tell the news, so he was advancing and retreating like this now. The panic look of losing ground.

"Where have you gone?"

"cloudy day."

"He deserves disaster." Da Sikong's brows relaxed.

The cloudy sky is the realm of the ancient Emperor Dongyue.

Even if the arrangements were made early, it would be impossible to go there openly, and indeed he could not lead troops and horses. No wonder he saw that the giant ship was not moving, and even the snare tunnel was not lit.

"It's a failure, it's a failure, it's really a failure. Da Sikong expected everything to be as good as a god." The bull-headed saint responded quickly.

Da Sikong said in surprise: "Did Dongyue Royal City be captured, or was it the veteran Taoist Lord of the Yintian clan who took action?"

In his impression, Niu Hong was not weak in strength and was a relic from ancient times.

Not to mention monks of the same realm, even ordinary Erhua may not be able to take advantage.

The road carries the burden, and the blood is reborn. If you can't defeat it, you can always escape.

"Is there a Lord of Three Flowers...?"

Da Sikong thought more deeply: "Speak quickly!"

…

Yu Dong Shu tremblingly ‘tells’ everything he saw and knew.

In fact, it’s not really about talking about it, it’s about replaying your own memories as if they were coming again.

Da Sikong, who was sitting in the seat, frowned.

The high priest who was summoned for discussion was surprised and said: "What a powerful method!"

Then he chuckled and said: "It's okay. When you get to the table, if your skills are not as good as others, you should be willing to admit defeat."

The scales on Da Sikong's neck rippled slightly.

He turned his face and held his head like a big Kui: "What I'm worried about is not his safety. Since he wrote the letter, I won't let You Niu Hong die. What I'm afraid of is being provoked and doing someone else's work for nothing. pawn."

The high priest, who was wearing a strange beast mask that not only covered his face but also covered his whole body, nodded and cast a spell to isolate the sound: "I heard that his disciple was granted the title of Marquis due to his cultivation as a Holy King."

"good."

"Don't you think it's strange, Da Sikong?"

"What?"

The high priest turned around and said: "Every time we look for a snare, we have to investigate it along the way and screen it carefully. The snare in Blood Spirit Cliff was identified three hundred years ago, but it has never surfaced. Why hasn't he come to the devil yet?" Ming Da Di determined the location, and it was accurate to a place as big as a fingernail, two thousand miles away."

"Bo Yi, what do you mean?"

Sikong stared at Da Kui's head and said, "Either someone told him the location of the snare, or..."

The high priest Boyi pondered for a while, then lowered his voice and said: "Hetu!"

"It is said that the river map has always been in the hands of that person."

"..."

"I'm afraid not you or I can handle this."

Da Sikong and Boyi looked at each other.

They read from each other's eyes: 'You Niu Hong is in big trouble! ’

"What now?"

"Rescue people first, then escape."

"Without further ado!"

…

"What's going on?" After receiving the news, Yu Shen hurried to the Ming Palace. As soon as he entered, he saw Wu Rong, who was still pale, and the tall ghost and god standing beside him.

In the hands of the ghost and god is a bull-headed monk who is shackled with a black and red chain pierced through the lute's bones.

Wu Rong smiled and said, "I encountered something small."

Tu Shanjun beside him suddenly frowned and was about to blurt out: 'I almost lost my life, is it a small thing? ’

When he thought that Wu Rong had to maintain his dignity after all, no matter how serious it was, he couldn't make everyone panic after him, he swallowed the words that had already flooded into his chest.

These words can be said alone. There is no need to reprimand him in front of his disciples and followers. On the contrary, it will lose Wu Rong's face.

Although Yu Shen didn't hear what Tu Shanjun was saying, he didn't dare to treat it as a trivial matter.

In particular, the bull-headed monk is still haunted by the inspiration of Dao.

"Master and I went to check the snare, and happened to encounter him ambushing him there. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured." Wu Rong waved his hand.

If it was indeed dangerous just now, now he has calmed down after taking the elixir and sorting out his inner breath.

The saint's injuries are difficult to recover from and are mostly limited to self-adjustment. With the help of a master of life and death like Tu Shanjun, he can be saved as long as he is not completely annihilated in the first place.

Yu Shen cupped his hands and said, "My lord, I'm wearing a white dragon fish suit. I feel trapped."

"I see."

Wu Rong nodded.

It wasn't that he was pretending to be a commoner, but he didn't expect that the other party would take action so decisively.

It was his own error in judgment.

In the past, they were in the dark and could naturally wait for the opportunity to see the situation clearly. Now that they are in the light, many things are not convenient and they will become the targets of others.

Furthermore, after improving one's cultivation, one thinks that the other party will definitely have some scruples about oneself.

In fact, all the monks have worked hard to reach high positions, and have experienced countless killings. How could they have scruples just because of the opponent's cultivation level.

Even if there are genuine scruples, they will only be formed after fighting with each other.

Fortunately, Master is by your side.

Looking over, he saw Master Tu Shanjun's gloomy eyes.

Tushanjun is of course gloomy.

In other words, if he develops good habits, even if he likes to be pure, his true form will definitely appear in that situation.

These are all lessons learned in the past. If it weren't for these "lessons", he might have been one step behind in the banner. Otherwise, why would he always want to kill this guy?

Even if he offended the God of Wilderness, so what? If the enemy comes, the general will stop it.

Moreover, what made Tushan Jun furious was that the other party might be a vanguard, a test.

Since he took over the River Map, he immediately understood that this was simply an unparalleled strategic treasure. Anyone who wanted to go further needed a net to realize his own control over the world.

He didn't quite understand what the Green Emperor meant, but in Tushan Jun's opinion, the Green Emperor supported him.

Maybe the Green Emperor was tired.

Strong luck and reincarnation will always be tired.

Or there was something planned for him.

Maybe the cloudy sky and reincarnation restricted the Green Emperor, making him want to get rid of it.

But no matter what the Green Emperor's purpose was, or what kind of plan it was, at least the Green Emperor wanted him to master the road of life and death, take over the reincarnation of the world, move from the fourth step to the fifth step, and become a great master.

This is an opportunity.

Tushan Jun had no choice.

But because of this, Qingdi would not let him die so easily.

There must be "restrictions" on the actions of the great supernatural powers. He didn't know what these restrictions were, but he was still in the cloudy sky, which was Qingdi's territory.

If the great supernatural powers beside him wanted to kill him, they would have to ask Qingdi and the old ancestor for their opinions.

He carried a lot of things.

Like rowing against the current, he couldn't retreat a step.

He looked sideways at the shackles in his hand.

...

"Is he still alive?" Yu Shen was relieved.

As long as Wu Rong was fine, otherwise this demonic land would have to change its owner.

He didn't know how to carry out the great cause in his heart.

He looked at the shackles in Tushan Jun's hand. The chains seemed to be forged by order, and the patterns were engraved with the spirit of the great way, exuding a terrifying aura, as if a glance at it could make the soul in the body three points heavier.

Even he looked like this, not to mention that the bull-headed monk was locking it.

Soul-catching lock.

Soul-destroying shackles.

"Still alive."

Tu Shanjun made a slight move.

A slight collision.

A sound was heard.

You Niuhong, who had come back to his senses, looked around, his eyes were much calmer.

He did not beg for mercy or regret, but only regret for being willing to accept defeat and not as good as others.

He also thought about it carefully. After combining so much information, their own intelligence system also had an assessment of Tu Shanjun, but he still became a prisoner. Isn't it because of his own lack of strength?

What is there to resent? If you want to blame someone, you have to blame yourself.

Moreover, after thinking for such a period of time, he felt more and more that there was a problem.

"Master, lock him in the soul flag. It's not good to be so ostentatious." Wu Rong also saw You Niuhong who woke up.

He kept mentioning it like this, and his communication was indeed deceitful.

You Niuhong was a cultivator of Taijitian. What they did was to lose the face of Taijitian, and it was easy to be regarded as a humiliation.

Tushan Jun said, "If he is locked in, he will be completely gone."

"Wu'an Guixu can store souls, right?"

"Wu'an Guixu is a place of life, but his cultivation is too weak. I can't save him if he falls into it." Tushan Jun shook his head.

Wu'an Guixu can seal the enemy, but it also requires equal strength, otherwise he will be absorbed by the soul flag if he is not careful. Otherwise, why Tushan Jun is unwilling to let the living creatures take root there when there is such a place of life.

Once he dies there, he will never get out of the soul flag.

"You can't build a prison either."

"Even a Saint King can't keep him."

Tushan Jun looked at Youniu Hong and said, "The shackles can be locked, but if the cultivator holding the shackles is too weak, he will break free."

"It will definitely cause great damage to Luodu Mountain at that time."

"If it were me, I would kill him."

...

"Can't kill!"

"Can't kill!"

Wu Rong and Yu Shen said in unison.

Tu Shanjun shrugged helplessly. The two men were in the same boat and had the same idea. Even if he wanted to kill, he had to listen.

Killing has its advantages, and not killing has its advantages.

Yu Shen glanced at Wu Rong, and then bowed and said, "Master, please listen to me."

"..."

"You discuss it."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly. Wu Rong had already told him these words. Not killing was indeed better for Luo Dushan, so he let go of his killing intention and no longer wanted to take away You Niu Hong's soul.

Relatively speaking, Yihua Daojun was indeed thirsty.

"I'll have to trouble you to stay with me for a while."

"That's good, that's good..." You Niu Hong was frightened when he heard that he wanted to enter the banner just now.

He was not afraid of death now, but was afraid of being taken into the Zunhun Banner.

With this weapon spirit and main soul suppressing it, the soul inside would never be able to turn over.

So it was a good thing to have the soul sealed in shackles like this.

Wu Rong bowed and said, "Master, please stay with me in the Palace of Life."

"I'll go see Luodu."

"Go ahead." Tu Shanjun waved his hand.

He just thought that he had lost face for Taijitian by dragging You Niuhong with him.

Wait for the two to leave.

Tu Shanjun loosened the soul-hooking chain in his hand.

Click.

The chain fell to the ground.

You Niuhong stared blankly at the other end of the chain, and suddenly a chill arose behind him: 'You are not trying to fake my resistance...'

"Don't be afraid."

"Even if I untie the shackles for you, you can't run away."

"Now it's just you and me."

"Let's talk."

"Who ordered you?"

Tu Shanjun leaned back on his seat and glanced over with a cold gaze: "Or, why did you come here, and how did you decide to take action? Which source of information did you use?"

"Daoyou, it would be best if you could tell me everything without missing a single thing."

Later.