Chapter 920: Leader

"Is he so impatient to take over everything from me?"

The tall man sneered.

The iceberg-like face showed some ferocity like a demon.

The pressure of the master of the great sect was like a sky-high blow, and the world was overturned in anger, but in an instant it turned into a spring breeze, calm and spotless.

The man examined his body and nodded with satisfaction: "You did a good job."

"I just did everything according to the master's wishes."

The man's palm fell on Luo Manping's shoulder.

He said calmly: "I didn't expect that even I couldn't balance my soul and body."

"This child's Yin Shen is still too weak. If it weren't for the additional saint at the critical moment, it would be hard to say whether this magical power could be achieved."

Although he said it very calmly and didn't hear any danger in it, death is a soul-shattering.

He didn't choose a saint because his residual soul couldn't swallow the saint. After thinking about it, only the first-step cultivator could complete this alternative method of taking over the body.

However, as he said, if a saint had not come to stay and calmed the body, perhaps the mission would have failed.

At this point, the man looked at the three-foot soul flag in his hand.

He waved his hand and turned it into a few feet.

When his spiritual consciousness probed into it, the man's calm eyes were immediately moved, and even his body became excited.

He saw a city, a sky city. In the city, there were tens of millions of evil spirits, not to mention that the main soul sitting in the Zunhun Banner was a saint.

At the moment when his spiritual consciousness was refined, he learned a lot about the magical powers of the Zunhun Banner.

The surprise in the man's eyes gradually disappeared, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect to get this treasure at this time."

"Heaven treats me well."

Thinking of being besieged to death that year, a trace of hatred flashed in the man's eyes again.

He trusted that person so much, but he didn't expect that he would join forces with outsiders to attack him on the eve of the battle of the hundred clans in the king's city. In that battle, his head was cut off, and only a remnant soul escaped.

Afterwards, the Asuras found his holy body and placed it in the Nirvana Palace in the hope that the holy body would grow a head.

However, he died of his serious injuries.

He had no choice but to send his only son away.

He did not expect his only son to avenge him. As the Holy Lord of a great sect, he was fully capable of fulfilling his long-cherished wish by himself.

Not to mention that he also got such a supreme holy weapon, which was more precious than the divine sword in his hand. It was a divine weapon. Except for the Holy Lord of a great sect, no saint could wield such a divine weapon.

Isn't this a mercy from heaven?

Giving him a chance to avenge his hatred and set things right.

"Treasure?"

"You don't know?"

The man looked at Luo Manping with doubt.

Luo Manping immediately reported everything that had happened along the way.

And he focused on how he met Tushan Jun that day.

"I see."

The man nodded.

...

Luo Manping bowed and said loudly: "Since the leader has been resurrected, we should gather the old subordinates, set things right, and sweep away the haze of the Asura clan."

The tall man waved his hand slightly: "No hurry, my residual soul has not recovered yet, and my body has just been reshaped, so I can't exert my strength yet. It won't end well if I gather the monks to tear his face with him at this moment."

"It's a good opportunity to turn from light to dark, and wait for the right time to plan a big plan."

"In order to avoid alerting the enemy, my news cannot be told to anyone."

"Just think of it as my descendant."

"This kid..."

"My name is Yang Wu."

A crisp and hearty voice came from the young man.

When the voice fell, the man's face was obviously stunned.

He knew that he couldn't swallow the boy's Yin Shen. After all, he did merge the residual soul of the Tao Seed, and he couldn't cover the boy's Yin Shen.

But with the residual soul of his great sect, it was easy to make the boy fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, the boy not only spoke but also competed with him for control of his body.

Luo Manping was also stunned.

It stands to reason that Yang Wu should have fallen into a deep sleep after the leader woke up.

The man knew who was behind this as soon as his expression changed.

He looked at the Zunhun Banner in his hand.

Then he said, "Go."

"I still need some time to refine my power completely."

"Yes."

Luo Manping bowed and left the temple.

...

As the Great Saint Luo Manping left, only the tall man was left standing alone on the blood-colored lake in the temple.

He did not refine the blood lake but shook the soul banner and said with a smile, "Do you think that you can compete with me for the control of my body with a child?"

"This is the result of the balance between all parties."

The ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice resounded.

Still calm.

It was as if he had expected the current scene.

The tall man was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "You seem not surprised at all. If I were you, I would be very angry."

"However, I have to do this. My only son is young, and the blood feud has not been avenged. I dare not die, so I can only resort to this."

The man said it sincerely.

It is hard to imagine that this is what the leader of a great sect said. If it were not for his identity and cultivation, he would have thought he was a modest gentleman.

However, not only is he not a gentleman, he is also the leader of the Asura clan, a great clan in the underworld. People usually think that Asura is a bloodthirsty madman, no different from a demon.

"Why should I be angry?"

"You are not angry?"

"Angry."

"But I'm not angry because I was deceived."

"After seeing the Asura Blood Soul Return to Heaven, I already knew that this technique seems to be able to bring the dead back to life, but in fact it is a method of symbiosis."

"Who will symbiosis?"

"Of course it's you who are dead."

"The so-called Tao Seed originally carries your personal strong color."

The man's face was calm, but his heart was surging.

"You have a great revenge to avenge, and I have a great revenge to avenge."

"You have people you want to save, and I have people I want to save!"

"Yang Wu is still a child. No matter how much I help him, he can't grow up in a short time, and I just don't have time to wait."

"So, the moment I saw the Blood Soul Return to Heaven, I had already made a decision that you would take charge of the Honored Soul Banner."

"The Holy Lord of the Great Sect, Luo Tianfeng!"

The eerie and hoarse voice squeezed out from the fangs of the skeleton evil ghost.

Luo Tianfeng's expression was shocked, and then he laughed.

It turned out that it was not that the artifact was deceived by them, but that he took advantage of the situation to create everything. All this was because he wanted to find a suitable person who could hold the Zunhun Banner to help him complete his plan.

That's right, after listening to Luo Manping's words, he really thought that Tushanjun had tied his life to Yangwu.

However, how could someone who didn't hold the Zunhun Banner lend his life to the main soul?

All those performances were just to make Luo Manping think that Tushanjun cared about Yangwu and tied his own path to Yangwu. Only in this way would Luo Manping completely relax his vigilance against Tushanjun.

He would even trust Tushanjun more because the young Yangwu was too weak, because fragile people need more care. In order to protect this fragile person, Tushanjun must have done his best, not daring to relax a bit, and devote himself wholeheartedly.

Even the outer demons were frightened when they saw Tushanjun's means of bewitching people, and said bluntly that the other party was the real demon.

What he used was not deception at all.

But sincerity.

Treating people with sincerity will naturally gain sincerity.

But, will a person like him really still rush around like a hot-blooded teenager?

Maybe he would in his early years.

However, after experiencing so many things, how could he still be like this? Not to mention that he would do anything to achieve his goals, at least he was a person with deep scheming and ruthless heart.

Tu Shanjun's style of doing things gradually became like an old monster.

Whether it was a change after he cultivated to this realm, or whether he slowly became more experienced to cultivate to this realm, no one could tell.

Luo Tianfeng's eyes flashed coldly, but he smiled and said: "Daoyou, aren't you afraid that this child will not stand on the same front with you after knowing it?"

As the Holy Lord of a great sect, he must take the lead even if he wants to cooperate with others. This is his usual style of doing things. How could he be controlled by a small saint spirit?

He saw the key to the problem at a glance. As long as he could master the martingale, the spirit saint was nothing to be afraid of.

"There is nothing I cannot tell others about what I have done."

"Yang Wu has his own choices and judgments, and no one can influence him."

"Neither can I!"

After sensing the joy and excitement from the Yin God in his body, Luo Tianfeng's expression changed drastically.

He secretly said, "Damn it."

This demon of the soul flag is really good at bewitching people. With just a few words, a child completely trusts him and even regards him as an elder and worships him as a god.

Seeing that he could not win, Luo Tianfeng retreated and said, "As long as you help me get revenge, I will naturally help you."

"Okay."

Tu Shanjun sneered.

He looked at Luo Tianfeng who was in charge of the soul flag with cold eyes.

In this way, the two holy masters and demon masters who had ulterior motives reached a superficial agreement.

Caught in the middle, Yang Wu did not know what the twists and turns were. He only knew that he seemed to have power.

He can protect his sister and control the soul flag. Maybe he can use this power to avenge Tushan Jun. No matter if he is a hero or a demon, as long as he treats himself well, it is enough.

…

The dark gold warship tore through the clouds and sky, like a wild beast slowly sinking.

The beast rolled up huge ripples, and the giant warships surrounding it were like guards guarding the upper palace of Shenque, and they slid down from the dark gold warship like a swarm of bees and meteors, bursting with brilliant sparks.

Bang.

The two wild beasts fought on the battlefield.

The middle-aged man in the upper seat held the white jade wine bottle, drank a glass of wine, and said with a gloomy face: "Found it?!"

The big man knelt in front of the stairs: "Report to the left protector."

"The lost only son of the leader has been found by the power of the ten laws and brought back to the great sect."

The corners of the mouth of the middle-aged monk wearing fox fur twitched unconsciously.

Looking down at his abdomen, a trace of blood dyed the white silk red.

His face looked a little more pale, but his spirit did not diminish at all. His gloomy face turned into a hearty laugh: "Okay, okay, I'll find it."

"How can we let the orphan of the leader die in a foreign land?"

"Return to the sect at full speed!"

"Promote."

"..."

The middle-aged man looked at the two wild beasts on the training ground, and the heads of the two huge wild beasts exploded with a bang when he waved his hand. He said coldly: "The two I caught will be replaced!"

I went to bed early yesterday. I don't know why my joints feel uncomfortable on cloudy days. It feels like the gears are not lubricated by engine oil, and they are a lot jerky.

It's late.

I'm really sorry.