Chapter 1071 Sikong

Youniu Hong found that he couldn't understand it more and more.

He thought that Tushanjun was just pretending to tidy up, but he didn't expect that he could endure the loneliness so much that he didn't relax for a whole half month.

The blueprint for the internal combustion alchemy furnace hangs high.

There are as many as seven types of weapon refining variants alone.

However, Tushanjun still seemed dissatisfied and his brows did not relax.

Until a full month.

Youniu Hong finally couldn't hold back and said, "It's useless for you to study this."

Tu Shanjun, who was bending over his desk, glanced slightly at Youniu Hong.

You Niu Hong, who was wearing shackles, leaned on the steps and said: "To develop power, you must pass on the tradition."

"Forge weapons and train monks."

"Those ordinary people won't be able to understand even if you give them the Emperor's Sutra, and those with extreme talents can make rapid progress even with superficial skills."

"The situation calls for such a monk."

"When they understand the true meaning and master the reality, they can take charge of their own affairs."

"These are all foreign objects of yours, such as magical arrays, talisman pills, and giant ships and flying boats. They look powerful, but compared with their cultivation level, they are difficult to operate and control. If you are not careful, they will become someone else's wedding dress. Do you know how to screen monks and select useful leaders from the vast crowd? "

Tu Shanjun replied calmly: "Do you understand?"

"I, Marshal Tai Chi Tian Xuan Huang Dazhong, of course know how to choose a striker. This is the most basic ability of every general."

Niu Hong took away the long silk scroll hanging from the beam and commented: "You don't go out to visit friends, and you don't win over knowledgeable people. You lock yourself in the palace all day long, studying these useless things." How could this power develop?"

"The most important thing is that you have to recruit many disciples. Get a single seedling there. When..."

"Harm, in short, let's teach the scriptures first, and then see who has the best talent."

"Those small thousand worlds will also have people with good luck, and some of them can break the barriers of the small thousand realms. Such monks can be accepted as registered monks, and they will be promoted when their cultivation level is further advanced. Just like this, you can He has millions of disciples in his hands, and his foundation is quickly established.”

Tu Shanjun was somewhat impressed: "How to manage it and how to go into details?"

You Niu Hong looked at Tu Shanjun strangely: "You and I have a long life and just sit and watch the changes. Whether those disciples have talent or not, fifty years is considered a lot. It can be seen in ten years. In order to become a true successor, we can obtain more favorable resources." , the strong will naturally come forward.”

"You are still enfeoffing, and enfeoffment still has limitations."

"What is enfeoffment and not enfeoffment?"

"Does the Divine Court use enfeoffment?"

"Shenting..." Youniu Hong's expression was complicated.

His desire to talk seemed to be cutting off the divine court, and even he felt hurt.

His impression of Shenting came from Tai Chi Heaven. As generations passed by, Shenting seemed to become more and more distant. Those old gods either died or were reincarnated.

Even he himself is not considered a god. He is at most a remnant of the ancient desolate species, a desolate cultivator, and is classified as 'desolate', desolate god, desolate cultivator, desolate beast...

Tu Shanjun also didn't expect that just by mentioning the word Shenting, Youniu Hong would stumble toward the steps sadly, and his whole body would no longer be active.

But this was just right, lest Niu Hong disturb him.

In fact, Tu Shanjun understands them quite well. These old people and young people are awkward at heart.

For a pure god of nature like Yan Tianjun, he is not awkward.

The old and the young are practicing the Immortal Path but they miss it and even want to restore it. Don’t they know that the more they advance on the Immortal Path, the less likely they are to go back?

Even if they really go back, where can they stand?

It is probably because of this reason that the founders of Fighting Heaven let things go their own way.

They will always be assimilated by the Immortals anyway. Since they will be assimilated, why bother with them anymore.

As for those ancient gods, they suppressed those who should be suppressed and won over those who should be coaxed.

Back then in the Divine Forbidden City, Xitian and Dao Sect persuaded Yan Tianjun to reincarnate. They were afraid that these reincarnated ancient gods themselves had great potential, and each one was expected to have a powerful fighting force in the fourth step.

Of course, it may be that Yan Tianjun himself is powerful enough.

Even though they are dead like that, they are still able to resist the Taoists and buy time for Tu Shanjun to refine weapons. He is worthy of the name of the God Lord Yan Tian of Zhengfa.

Tu Shanjun has no opinion on gods or immortals. If it is useful, he will use it. If it is not useful, he will not use it. That's all.

There is no point in fighting over who is orthodox and who is not. Strengthening yourself is the most important thing. Things are always in motion anyway. There may be other avenues to replace the immortal path. This is also possible.

Tu Shanjun has always advocated that you should live however you want and live the way you like.

The tip of the pen moves slightly.

Tushanjun stood up slowly.

Niu Hong looked over in surprise. He thought that the Lord of Life and Death would always sit there: "What?"

"Someone is coming."

"It's quite similar to the aura on your body."

"It's also mixed with some..." Tushanjun's eyes immediately turned into double pupils, and two divine lights shot out into the formation.

Without any hesitation, he opened his big hand, and the shackles of the soul were quickly entangled. The great chain of order lit up its lines, and he just lifted it lightly and walked away in the air.

Zongming Palace.

Wu Rong, who was discussing with a few people, looked slightly moved. Lord Gao Daodao, who was wearing a disguised robe from hell, appeared next to him. Lord Dao was still holding the Minotaur in his hand.

Wu Rong asked in surprise: "Why is Master here?"

"Master."

"Someone from Tai Chi Heaven is here, just outside the formation." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

After so long, the other party should have made some movement.

Wu Rong smiled and said, "It just so happens that we go to greet the original guests."

As they spoke, everyone stepped out of the Palace of Life and walked onto the clouds.

The black armors were arranged in formation.

The ghost soldiers and generals formed an army.

The giant ship, the Cloud Chariot, slowly floated up in the clouds, allowing everyone to stand firmly on the ground.

You Niu Hong could not hide his excitement. This was the first time he had been captured in many years, and this time his life was in danger. Seeing someone coming to pick him up, he was naturally happy, and he finally didn't have to suffer "torture" in Luodu Mountain.

…

On the deck, the Qilin-headed Da Sikong looked into the distance, and a look of surprise flashed across his beastly eyes.

"What a steady method. The combination of the formation and the mountains here is perfect. Once the formation is running, even if I come, I'm afraid I can only return empty-handed. It's not surprising that You Niu Hong was defeated."

"Why did Da Sikong see that he took action? I heard that Dongyue would arrange the spiritual veins and formations." The old fox stared at the fox head and asked with his hands behind his back.

"The formation and spiritual veins of Dongyue are suitable but ordinary."

The Grand Marshal smiled and said, "We also visited the Royal City a few days ago. The prohibitions there are very different from here. It is obvious that they are not from the same sect. According to the news, this duke has no background to rely on."

"I guess it was the Taoist Master Zunhun who made the move."

The old fox was amazed. He couldn't wait to meet the master named Tushan.

At the same time, he was very impressed. No wonder the Grand Marshal in front of him could be the Taiji Heaven. His vision and knowledge are one aspect, and being able to handle things without leaks is the key.

Going to the Royal City is not to suppress Dongyue.

"Here we come." The Grand Marshal whispered softly.

The giant ship floated up.

A 200-foot figure broke through the clouds and mist and appeared in the formation. The soldiers were in formation, the flags were flying, and the monks in the lead stood tall.

Until they were two miles apart, they slowly stopped.

"Grand Sikong!" You Niu Hong was very surprised. He didn't expect that it would be the Grand Sikong who came.

This person's strength was beyond his reach.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Tu Shanjun had such a big reaction.

Yu Shen lowered his voice and said, "My lord, it's not appropriate to go forward."

"No problem." Wu Rong waved his hand slightly.

"The Grand Sikong of Taiji Heaven has been famous for a long time." Ru Zang explained.

"The top two flowers, the aura on his body is different, he doesn't seem to be a cultivator." Tu Shanjun's voice fell into Wu Rong's ears: "I suspect he is a god."

"God?"

"The way of gods and immortals go hand in hand."

Tu Shanjun's face was solemn.

Now he is really starting to contact fellow Daoists.

Every cultivator who can become a Daojun is not simple, and he can't understand the Qilin Daojun in front of him.

"Daoyou, Marquis, I am the Grand Sikong of Taiji Heaven 'Julin', I am honored." The Grand Sikong bowed slightly.

"Senior, you are too kind to me." Wu Rong hurriedly returned the greeting and waved his hand, saying, "Open the formation."

The Dutian formation diagram was in operation.

The immortal killing pattern was slowly unsealed.

A huge archway formed by convergence was unfolded, and Taijitian's giant ship flew over the high gate and appeared in the formation.

The leading Grand Marshal said with a smile, "A few days ago, I rushed to Dongyue to meet His Majesty. I planned to wait for the letter to arrive before coming. I was really anxious, so I came earlier. I hope the Marquis will not be offended."

Wu Rong replied, "It's because I didn't go to pay a visit."

After some politeness, the Grand Marshal led the crowd to step onto the Yunchariot.

"Mr. Yu, please arrange for the soldiers."

"Yes."

"..."

Wu Rong made a gesture of invitation: "I have already prepared a banquet to welcome you."

"Please."

"Please."

The two walked side by side on the long road.

Tu Shanjun and You Niuhong on the side seemed to be outsiders.

Being ignored, Niu Hong hurriedly said, "Grand Minister, I..."

Grand Minister paused and said with a smile, "Marshal, please be patient."

He then looked at Tushan Jun.

Tushan Jun let go of the soul-catching lock in his hand and bowed, "Daoyou."

His eyes and consciousness were all on the other party.

Grand Minister did not look too surprised. He had already checked Tushan Jun's background and bowed in return, "Daoyou, please."

Enter the hall.

Everyone sat down.

The old fox with a fox head frowned.

At first, he also thought that the other party was from the Tushan clan, but after meeting him in person, he didn't look like him at all.

Especially the other party's red hair and green face and the fangs visible from his mouth, and then looking at his fingers and wrists, blue and white intertwined, and purple-black oval nails inlaid.

This is a terrifying ghost no matter how you look at it.

Even if the other party was a Tushan clan member in his lifetime, once a person dies, his flesh and blood decay, and there is no blood relationship.

Fortunately, he is at most an accompanying person.

Just like what Da Sikong said, if it works, the Tushan clan can be saved, if it doesn't, Taijitian will have to accept his favor, although this small favor is not very useful, it is better than having no connection.

The old fox sighed secretly in his heart. Now it seems that success or failure has nothing to do with the Tushan clan, and it is estimated that this trip will not have any gains.

He felt disappointed.

Perhaps he was helpless.

So he became more silent.

Later.