Chapter 916: Boarding the Ship

After spending many days together, Yang Wu knew Tu Shanjun's temper.

He also clearly understood that Tu Shanjun had little chance of winning against Luo Manping, otherwise Tu Shanjun would not have used such a method to force Luo Manping back.

In Yang Wu's impression, Tu Shanjun always took action when he could and never said a few words.

Luo Manping even dispatched his troops without concealment, and was bound to surround the Ghost Saint here.

If you delay for too long, your life will be in danger.

Therefore, Yang Wu decided to enter the game personally.

He can become an extraordinary person to protect his sister and let Tu Shanjun leave safely.

Luo Manping pondered.

Martingale Wu is indeed the most suitable one.

However, once the Ghost Saint is released, their plan may be suspected of being leaked. However, after experiencing the baptism, even if the ghost saint spread the word, no one would think that Yang Wu was not the heir of the leader.

Think about it for a long time.

Luo Manping nodded and said: "Okay!"

Instead of searching for a needle in a haystack, it is better to choose the martingale.

Luo Manping was very satisfied with Yang Wu's performance.

They need such a person to attract attention to the true descendants of the leader.

Luo Manping stepped aside, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Fellow Taoist, since this matter has nothing to do with you, you should go."

A big hand fell on Yang Wu's shoulder.

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded in the air.

"None of us want to go first."

Martingale was shocked.

Luo Man had an angry look on his face.

He has made concessions, but this ghost saint is so ignorant.

Are you really confident that he won't take action?

"I don't believe you."

Frowning Luo Manping asked, "Why don't you believe us?"

"I don't believe your plan."

"He is not related by blood to your leader. I can see this. It is not easy to hide it from the world."

"I won't bother my fellow Taoist anymore."

Tu Shanjun said: "But I think you need my help."

"Fellow Taoist is too arrogant." Luo Manping was obviously not a good-tempered person, but now he calmed down and observed Yangwu carefully. Yangwu's temporary body was so perfect that he could The great sage could not help but express his admiration.

The person who can complete this body is undoubtedly a blood master.

What's even more valuable is that he is also proficient in the path of life and death.

This man is undoubtedly the best doctor.

A doctor who can bring the dead back to life.

"Fellow Taoist, are you willing to help?"

"What's the price?"

Tu Shanjun patted Yang Wu on the shoulder and said, "He has already paid the price."

"Life?"

"Fate!"

Seeing that Tu Shanjun didn't refute, Luo Manping felt relieved.

No wonder this person was so important to Yang Wu's life. He turned out to be a fate monk.

The so-called: one fate, two luck, three feng shui, four accumulation of yin virtue and five reading.

It is normal for people to be confused by what the fate monks do.

"Aren't you afraid, fellow Taoist?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Here, the two of us are throwing a taboo. If you follow me back to the Shura tribe's forbidden area, your life will no longer be under your control."

Tu Shanjun laughed: "You think if you kill me, I will die?"

"That's fine."

Luo Manping nodded.

He was just worried about this matter so he didn't take action.

At this point, death rarely covers them anymore. Unless they are crushed by absolute strength, there is really no telling who will die and who will live.

If Tu Shanjun is willing to help, he will be more confident in that plan.

Moreover, it is impossible for the Ghost Saint to cause trouble under their noses. Even if the Ghost Saint really had an ulterior motive, they would be able to know it quickly and respond accordingly without being caught off guard.

Tu Shanjun patted Yang Wu on the shoulder and said, "Have you really thought about it?"

"Once this goes, from now on you will have to take over her identity and mediate in the general situation. If you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces."

Yang Wu nodded and said, "Sir, you shouldn't have come."

"If I don't come, you will die."

"My name is not Sir, my name is Tu Shanjun."

A strange brilliance suddenly bloomed in Yang Wu's eyes. It was surprise, astonishment, or surprise. In short, the disappointment he had just felt was gone, and his anxious heart gradually calmed down. He really didn't expect a strong man. Will be willing to treat everyone equally, even if he is weak.

Being able to share life and death with such a strong man, Yang Wu felt that he would have no regrets even if he died.

"My name is Yang Wu."

"I know."

Luo Manping said with a smile: "You don't know, from now on, his name is Luo Yangwu, the son of the leader of Shura."

"Not yet."

"It will be soon."

"It seems you are very confident in your plan."

Luo Manping shook his head slightly, looked at Tu Shanjun and said, "It would be better to say that I have great confidence in fellow Taoist."

He did not leave in a hurry, but waited until the monks arrived before taking Tushanjun and Yangwu to leave the Gandharva clan's residence.

When leaving, Yangwu looked back at the fertile field, his eyes full of nostalgia, and looked up at Luo Manping and asked, "Will we come back?"

"Perhaps you will never come back in your lifetime."

Hearing this, Yangwu was silent for a long time and then turned his head.

"where are we going?"

"The Asura treasure house in the Asura clan's forbidden area."

Luo Manping's voice was very calm. When he was not using his tactics, he was like a gentle gentleman. There was no sign of the Asura tribe's irritability at all.

Of course, after reaching this level, they can control their emotions freely, and be angry when they should be angry, and calm when they should be calm.

"Daoyou are a foreigner?"

Luo Manping looked at the red-haired two-horned ghost king.

"Yes."

Luo Manping tactfully did not ask any more questions. He did not want to pry into other people's secrets, and he could see that the ghost saint cared about the child's life. This was not a kind of concern, as if he was observing and regarded this life as his own.

He must have a strange and special purpose.

Luo Manping thought so.

The scorching sun was hanging.

The huge ship was across the sky.

The flags were fluttering.

A long red curtain was fluttering.

The group got off the huge ship under the scorching sun and boarded a large area.

This is a blessed land that belongs exclusively to the Asura clan, and it is also a forbidden land for the Asura clan.

There is no dragon and phoenix, no Xuanwu sitting, and no white tiger killing. There is only an endless sea of ​​blood.

And the red sky set off by the sea of ​​blood.

Red like a blaze, and even deeper, is it the setting sun, or blood, no one can tell.

The three people standing on the shore were silent.

For a long time.

A small boat came into view.

It was getting closer.

Luo Manping's expression was solemn and respectful. He bowed and respectfully took out three ancient coins and said, "Thank you."

The boatman stretched out his withered palm, took the three ancient coins, and then put them into his wide sleeves. Under his hat, he showed a slightly curved smile: "The money and goods are cleared. You two can come and go freely in the sea of ​​blood, but this little brat..."

"Well."

As the voice fell, a ray of light enveloped Yang Wu.

Tu Shanjun's expression moved slightly.

The old man on the ferry was actually a Taoist.

"Young man, you are very nervous."

The old man looked at Tu Shanjun.

Tushanjun bowed and said, "Hello, senior."

"You are a cultivator from the Great Realm of the East Wilderness, right?"

Tushanjun's face changed drastically.

He was discovered in an instant.

"It's been a long time since I saw a cultivator from the Great Realm." The old man sighed.

When he spoke, he raised his head. Under his bamboo hat was an eye full of vicissitudes, but that eye was full of vitality, like the bright stars in the sky, hanging high and shining, never falling.

"Which sect are you a disciple of?"

"No sect or school."

The old man smiled strangely and said with a smile: "You have a set of orthodox Taoist skills, but you say you have no sect or school."

Tushanjun bowed again.

"Well."

"Young people always have their own difficulties."

"Get on board."

Luo Manping, who climbed onto the bow, looked calm and surprised at the same time.

He brought Tushanjun here because he knew that no one could deceive the old man's eyes, but he didn't expect Tushanjun to be a cultivator from the Eastern Wilderness Realm, and he practiced the purest Taoist skills.

He thought that the two-horned ghost saint must practice magic skills and ghost methods.

The Immortal Sutra seems to be a mixture of the strengths of hundreds of schools, but it is actually a Taoist skill. It is not a magic skill, nor an evil method, but a broad road. It's just that because it is condensed in the moon, it is not good-looking in expression. Once it is used, people will always misunderstand it as a magical power in troubled times.

Blood sea and bright moon.

Tushanjun asked: "Where are your people."

"With Taoist friends here, do you need other people to help?"

"Do you believe me?"

"I don't believe it."

"If the boatman believes you, I won't doubt you."

Looking at the sea of ​​blood, Yang Wu practiced the skills as usual to breathe, and the bright moon in the distant sky turned into a blood moon under the reflection of the blood light.

They seemed to be heading towards the blood moon as the ripples spread, until the millstone-like moon gradually turned into a large realm.

"How to do it?"

"Reshape his body with the blood and flesh of the leader, and then no one will doubt that the blood flowing in his body is not the leader's blood."

"Flesh and blood are easy to imitate, but the soul..."

"This requires fellow Taoist to use his means. Since fellow Taoist is a master of the way of life and death, he should be able to plant the way in the soul and plant the undefeated Shura way in the soul of Yangwu."

"With the Tao seed to balance the Yin spirit and flesh and blood, it will be completely stable after it grows slowly."

Tushan Jun looked into the distance seriously.

He was very familiar with a set of means, and he had successfully continued his own bloodline.

However, his cultivation was low at that time, and Jinghong himself was not bad, so the fusion was successfully completed.

Now it is different. Yangwu's soul is not strong enough, and the flesh and blood of the Shura leader and the Tao seed are too strong, just like one end of the scale is too heavy, and the other side is too light, which is easy to lose balance.

Once the balance is lost, the plan will fail at best, and the soul will be scattered at worst.

This is simply impossible to accomplish.

Unless the soul of Yang Wu is strengthened.

At least he should be able to balance the burden of flesh and blood.

"We must strengthen Yang Wu's soul."

"At least he must reach the peak of the second step."

"We have made sufficient preparations."

"You can use the natural materials and treasures in the treasure house."

During the conversation, the boat approached the moon.

The moon spread out a vast realm.