Chapter 918 Resurrection

After hearing Tushan Jun's murmur, Luo Manping murmured, "Daoyou should know that human death is extremely difficult to avoid. Even cultivators like me, or even more powerful Daojuns, have no way to prolong their death when facing death."

Tushan Jun nodded slightly.

Of course he knew this.

A cultivator can exist for a long time after death.

Even if he can exist for hundreds or thousands of years, he is still not alive.

For this method, even Jindan Yuanying cultivators have a few tricks of their own. Whether it is merging with other creatures, or lingering in a dormant seal, waiting for the opportunity, it is not considered alive.

Compared with such an incomplete existence, reincarnation is a better way, and the second is to possess another body.

However, because the physical body and the Yin spirit are not compatible, it is common to die of exhaustion when possessing another body.

No one will choose to possess another body unless it is absolutely necessary.

So far, he only knows one way to live out intact.

Live a second life!

Datou said that he didn't understand life, but Tushanjun thought that was not entirely true.

Datou's ability to get to this point without the help of magic medicine is definitely not as simple as he said. In order to repay him for telling him the truth, he also gave him a magic skill, which was called "Reverse the Deadline of Huangquan".

However, this method can only be used by a righteous king.

I think it can't be used by Yangwu.

He can't bring Yangwu back to life with his magic and supernatural powers.

Tushanjun didn't say that he knew the second world method. He didn't say anything, and even his face was calm, waiting for Luo Manping's explanation calmly.

Since Luo Manping was so confident, he felt that the other party should be sure, no matter what magic skills he mastered, he couldn't continue to hide at this moment.

Luo Manping saw that the people around him were still calm and then said: "But my Asura clan has a secret technique."

"Do you need me to swear?"

"No."

"Every oath of the Heavenly Dao is like a shackle imposed on the cultivator."

"You can use an alternative oath." Compared with the Heavenly Dao oath, Tu Shanjun knows a lot of ways to restrict cultivators.

Among them, the most famous one he has come into contact with should be signing his own name on the scroll contract, but he doesn't know where the scroll will be sent.

"Do you think they are good?"

"They?"

Luo Manping laughed and said lightly: "Yulei is a strange and powerful place, which can connect to the Demon Abyss and the residence of gods."

Tushan Jun's expression was shocked: "The gods of the incense?"

Luo Manping shook his head and laughed: "Aren't the creatures with great magical powers gods?"

After hearing that Tushan Jun didn't understand, he immediately changed the subject and didn't continue to talk about the gods. He just said: "No need to swear. This secret technique is not very effective if it is not performed here."

With a wave of his hand.

Seventy-seven forty-nine huge stone tablets are hung in the inner ring of the Taoist Palace, shining with starlight under the shining of the blood sun.

The forty-nine stone tablets are like heavenly books handed down from ancient times, and like the divine laws born in the ancient wilderness, engraved on the neat and wild bones of unknown creatures.

"The Great Ode of Ashura Blood Soul Returning to Heaven"

The great ode is seven thousand words.

After the initial shock, Tushan Jun did not dare to miss a single word until he saw the end. He still did not come back to his senses for a long time to re-examine. His face changed from surprise to calmness, then a sense of loss appeared, and finally restored his former calmness and indifference.

"Disappointed?"

"No."

"This is a divine art that can reach the heavens and the earth."

"But..."

"It still can't bring the dead back to life."

Luo Manping said: "As the saying goes, medicine can't cure incurable diseases."

If it is easy to bring people back to life without any constraints, the world would naturally be in chaos.

They are the third-step saints, and they have no way to move the way between heaven and earth at will. At most, they can only protect themselves and survive their lives under extraordinary means.

"You comprehend this art."

"I will prepare natural materials and treasures for this kid."

Luo Manping left the Nirvana Palace after confirming that Yang Wu's soul was stable.

This matter cannot be known to too many people, and Luo Qi must be transferred back as soon as possible, otherwise he will have to do it himself in many cases.

Saints do have long lives, but many trivial matters should not be imposed on them. If they want to escape from the cage, they still need to devote themselves to the path of Taoism.

This is why the greater the cultivator, the greater the power, and the greater the power, the higher the cultivation of its owner.

"Do you trust me so much, fellow Taoist?"

Luo Manping, who had already walked a few steps, paused and laughed. He glanced at the shadow on the bloody sun, and then looked at the tall cultivator who was sitting cross-legged and copying scriptures.

He said, "Your Taoism hangs on him, and his life hangs in your hands. Why don't I believe you?"

Luo Manping could never see the footsteps and Taoism of this ghost saint.

He looks weak, but he is erratic and strong.

He looks strong, but he seems to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and he will collapse at the slightest touch.

It is not easy for him to kill such a strange person. Since he cannot kill him, he can only be friends. Anyway, although their purposes are different, they all value the same kid.

In this case, having a ghost saint by his side can help Yang Wu grow safely.

Not to mention that this person is talented.

He saw that the other party was not a good person.

If he didn't win him over now, when would he?

Tu Shanjun was silent for a while.

Regardless of Luo Manping's personal conduct, his demeanor and indifference in dealing with others are indeed quite charming. If he were an ordinary casual cultivator, he might really be impressed by his generosity.

Not so with Tu Shanjun.

He was always wary of people.

Ever since he left that stall, he didn't trust anyone.

But Luo Manping was right, he was indeed observing Yang Wu's fate.

Even though Yang Wu has not yet taken charge of the soul flag.

…

The red-haired ghost saint sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple on the cliff stared into the abyss at his feet.

His black and red eyes were like stars in the dark sky.

With the scorching light blooming, Tushanjun found that his blood, which had gradually cooled down, became warm again.

No one can give him the answer to whether there are immortals in this world, but it is clear that there are people in this world who have lived a second life and can be brought back to life. He wants to find such a technique and develop the magical skill of bringing back the dead.

"When I combine thousands of Taoist techniques and magical powers, I will definitely be able to create this technique of bringing the dead back to life!"

Tu Shanjun has no doubts about his research on magic. If it fails in ten years, it will take one hundred years. If it fails in one hundred years, it will take one thousand years. He does not need to change instantly, he can wait for ten thousand years.

"Martial Martingale."

Tushanjun murmured softly.

How I wish I could succeed the first time.

He is no longer young, and it is long past his time to become passionate.

Perhaps he was moved by the words of a weak young man, but he still had his own purpose.

When he knew that the Asura clan wanted to accomplish this, he was thinking about participating in it.

As it happened, Yang Wu gave him a step.

"Live."

"Come to life!"

The voice also changed from cold to excited and roaring, just like the ghosts roaring from hell. Amidst the howling of the dark wind, the ghosts were silent and did not dare to say anything to disturb the whispers of the ghost king.

After a long time, the voice gradually died down, and Tu Shanjun, who had a pale face, showed a sinister smile and wiped away the emotion in his eyes.

Staring at the bloody sun in the sky.

Make a shadow there.

Overlooking the blood lake, the huge corpse stretched out its pale arms, one, two... five, six, like a drowning person struggling.

A strange look flashed in Tushanjun's eyes, and he sighed.

No matter how glorious it was during life, even the corpse must be locked up after death to prevent it from becoming a spirit. What is it like for a monk to reach the end of his cultivation? Everyone says he can become an immortal. Can he really become an immortal? Or is there no such thing as an immortal in this world?

I don’t know how time goes by.

Ding.

Tu Shanjun picked up an elixir, crushed it into pieces, frowned and shook his head: "If it's not enough, don't you Asura clan have a reliable alchemist?"

"How come even this basic elixir can be made so weirdly that it cannot achieve the desired effect at all!"

Luo Manping, who was reprimanded, said helplessly: "Fellow Taoist is really too harsh."

"Elixirs and spiritual fluids that simply strengthen the Yin God are not easy to find."

"Secondly, he is already at his peak..."

Tu Shanjun looked at the hundreds of bottles and cans placed in front of the table, his expression becoming more solemn.

The efficacy of these medicines is not as good as the Yin Soul Pill, let alone raising Yang Wu's Yin Shen to the state of transformation. It is simply impossible to achieve the second step by relying on these things alone.

Tu Shanjun dared to say that whether he participated or not, this was the limit.

"At most the first step."

Luo Manping looked at the bloody sun.

He felt that it was not a matter of natural treasures and elixirs, but that it was impossible for living beings and gods to advance to the second step without a physical body.

No matter how much you add, it is a waste of resources.

Luo Manping said solemnly: "Protector Zuo will rush back to the great religion soon. If we can't reshape flesh and blood and replace blood within half a year, our plan will fall short. Why not take advantage of now to reach the first step?" Peak, try to start.”

"With me suppressing flesh and blood, coupled with the divine soul, even if there is an imbalance, it won't be too different as long as you can adapt."

Tu Shanjun looked at Luo Manping and said, "Are you sure you can suppress it?"

"After all, I am the power of Shura's Ten Dharma, the Great Saint Luo Manping."

Tushanjun looked at Xueri.

He also understood that it was a fantasy to break through to the second step. If Luo Manping's strength was beyond imagination, he might really be able to suppress the Asura leader. At that time, he only needed to exchange blood for it and plant the Tao seed, and flesh and blood would no longer be produced. If you reject it, you can slowly adjust it.

"If you can ask that Dao Lord to take action..."

Luo Manping shook his head slightly: "Why can we invite Tao Lord?"

"Too."

"Then let's get started."

Luo Manping took a step forward, and his barefoot figure appeared above the blood lake, looking at the huge corpse in the pool.

When the mana burst out, a dark red Shura appeared behind him. The Blood-eyed Shura took a step forward and merged with Luo Manping's body.

Yang Wu, who was sitting cross-legged in the bloody sun, suddenly opened his eyes.

"grown ups?"

The red-haired Tushanjun stood in front of Martingale.

The forty-nine desolate bone stone tablets in the entire shrine glowed with bleeding light, focusing on the bloody sun.

A terrifying battle-blooded Shura stood tall on the sky and on the ground.

Warblood Shura opened his ferocious fangs like door leaves.

The six arms form three great seals of magical power.

The bloody sun rotates.

It turned into an invincible Taoist body filled with blood.

The dark spirit of Martingale Wu is wrapped in it.