I am the main soul in the soul banner

Three years passed in a hurry.

Mengzhi's identity has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He was once a young hero who fell into the world of mortals by mistake.

Now he is half the master of the Yujin Gang.

He no longer needs to take action, there are countless spiritual stones and huge treasures of heaven, materials and earth for him to use.

Fudi Spiritual Meridian is even more generous.

Not only the Yujin Gang, but also other Yujia industries and Xianlou operations.

Meng Zhi squinted his eyes with the jade slip and gold medal in Mosuo's hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

This jade slip records Yu Lingshu's dowry and the property donated by the Yu family, and he does not need to pay anything at all. The Yu family has even prepared the betrothal gift for him.

In fact, Mengzhi knew clearly that it seemed that he was seeking Jade Lingshu, but in fact he was more like a bride-in-law.

Because he has no place of his own.

I will still live in the Yu family from now on.

It's just that he announced to the outside world that he was getting married, which was considered as saving the face of these young talents.

In the past few years, Yu Haofeng had made him familiar with the Yu family, and he had also been involved in many industrial operations.

Yu Haofeng also advised that these are external things that can be handled by others. They only need to know clearly and then use these resources to practice and improve their own strength.

This statement is exactly the same as what Master said.

In the past three years, he often went to the Sutra Library to pay his respects.

In fact, he didn't have to do this. The soul-honoring flag was on his body. He thought Tushanjun might not be able to see it at any time, but he still felt a little weak.

He was afraid that Master would not understand him and that Master would be angry.

He had seen Tushanjun get angry, and the pressure he felt at that time was like a blue sky covering his head.

He wanted to stay far away.

I think that time can dilute conflicts and harmonize ideas.

Standing at the door of the 18th floor of the Sutra Pavilion, a young man wearing a dark gold robe hesitated.

He's bound to come anyway.

So he bravely walked in, raised his hands and said, "Master, my disciple Meng Zhi pays my respects." After saying that, he bowed and waited quietly for the red-haired monk holding the scroll to speak.

The red-haired monk moved the scroll in front of him, straightened up from lying on his side, and looked at the bowing disciple.

He didn't say anything, but patted the place beside him and said, "Sit down."

Mengzhi carefully sat down only half of his buttocks.

He didn't understand why he was afraid.

Maybe it's a guilty conscience.

"Are you all ready?"

"almost."

"No, there's one more thing you're not ready for."

"One more thing?" Meng Zhi looked at Tushanjun in surprise.

He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was no need to make any more preparations. Now everything was clearly arranged and everything was clear, and he was just waiting to get married according to the auspicious time.

"follow me."

Tushanjun stood up.

Meng Zhi immediately stood up and followed Tu Shanjun out of the Sutra Pavilion.

"You don't have to follow me anymore." When he reached the door of the Sutra Pavilion, Meng Zhi casually dismissed the two deities who were guarding the door.

The two men looked at each other and said respectfully: "The superiors have said that if the young master has anything to do, he can ask us to do it. There is no need for the young master to do it himself."

"I'm going out for a walk with my master."

"You don't need to protect me."

The two of them looked at Tushanjun.

They all knew that this was not Tushanjun's spiritual body.

So far, no one has seen the true main soul weapon spirit of the Zunhun Banner.

But no one doubted that the Zunhun Banner couldn't be beaten.

In the battle in Tuoyue Canyon that year, the main soul of the weapon spirit that did not show up controlled the soul flag to resist Yu Haoming, which was enough for all the cultivators to realize that this treasure could make them invincible at the same level in the realm of transforming gods. .

There is no need for the two monks who were lucky enough to become gods to protect him.

Get out of the ancient city.

Use the escape technique to cross the boundary.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Meng Zhi looked stunned.

What comes into view is the long main hall.

Four and five bases, each performing its own duties.

No one has been here for a long time, so it inevitably looks empty and lacks the atmosphere of a monk. Meng Zhi Brick looked at Tu Shanjun and asked, "Why did Master bring me here?"

This is the place where he once devoted himself to practice.

It is also the place where Tushanjun himself is buried.

Meng Zhi thought that Tu Shanjun could not wait to get out of the tiger tomb that was about to collapse.

However, he is still completely unable to save the main soul weapon spirit.

Meng Zhi pursed his lips, opened his mouth and said: "The disciple's current cultivation level is not enough..."

The conversation changed: "The disciple wants to use the power of the Yu family, and also wants to use the Yu family to improve his own cultivation. When the disciple breaks through and becomes a saint, this dilemma can be broken, and the master can be rescued from danger."

Tu Shanjun chuckled and said, "It's good that you have this heart."

Tushanjun brought Mengzhi to Huzhong not to remind Huzhong.

If he wanted to get out of the Tiger Tomb, he could do it on his own. What he wanted to do more was to refine the evil energy of the Tiger Tomb and help the Soul Banner advance into a holy weapon, so that the cultivation of the main soul weapon spirit could advance to the holy level.

It was originally because he was worried that Meng Zhi's cultivation was insufficient and his state of mind was unstable, so he did not have the ability to absorb evil spirit and Yin Shen's advancement.

Now that the words were on his lips, Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

It's a big event, so it's better not to cause any complications. No one knows that the Soul Reverend Banner can advance, which is actually a good thing.

Tushanjun can calmly and slowly comb the tiger's grave.

If Mengzhi can break through the saints by relying on his own ability, it will be a good thing for him.

With a saint in charge, it will be easier to survive the disaster.

"Let's go."

The formation opens. Tu Shanjun took the lead.

Although Meng Zhi was confused, he still followed.

He knew that the master might be an old man, but he would definitely not harm him. He was just too self-willed and self-willed. It happened that he, Meng Zhi, was not a person who liked to be controlled by others.

Even if the other person is his elder, he doesn't want to do this.

Moreover, Master is born divine.

Even if you are extremely sane and cunning, it is impossible to truly understand the difficulty of life.

A difference lasts for many years.

Tiger Tomb.

There is a tall monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform above the Tiger Palm Pond.

The tall monk slowly opened his eyes.

The black and red eyes are like the dark stars in the blue sky and abyss.

"Master!"

Meng Zhi knelt on the ground.

If Tushanjun, who descended on the old dragon, seemed to be an old practitioner, then when Meng Zhi saw the soul of Tushanjun, he seemed to have seen a natural fairy sitting high up in the sky, overlooking the world of mortals. , all living beings in the world.

It was as if the Tiger Tomb could not trap him at all, it was just a temporary dojo for him to visit.

Tu Shanjun's eyes moved slightly.

"Get up."

It's just a light word.

There was no burst of heroic light, nor was there any strong divine light. However, when it fell in Meng Zhi's ears, he felt as if the whole world had become brighter.

The place he was in was not the ruined Tiger Tomb at all.

It is a place where spring flowers are blooming and a place where you can listen quietly to the sermons of the Master.

Meng Zhi always felt that the old dragon he was facing was not his master Tu Shanjun.

It was just a piece of divine consciousness control descended by the Master.

In fact, it's like controlling your body remotely.

It's not as shocking as meeting the master in person.

The feeling is beyond words.

Tushanjun looked at this disciple calmly, raised his hand, took off the ring on Mosuo's hand, and used his magic power to send it over: "Master knows that you are getting married, and the Yu family has already prepared a betrothal gift for you. , But, we are not married to each other, so you can take part of the things here as betrothal gifts, and use the other part for your own practice."

"I can't leave the Tiger Tomb, and I can't go to watch the ceremony in person. I hope you don't blame Master."

Mengzhi held the storage ring, his eyes were sour, and his lips could not help but tremble. Thinking about the rebellious words he said, Mengzhi was even more ashamed. He shouldn't have expected too much in the first place. If Tushanjun hadn't been there for him Provided with opportunities and adventures, he might still be the same golden elixir cultivator.

Maybe he can get to the second step through his own efforts, but it will certainly not be as easy as it is now.

Not to mention, now he has reached the realm of becoming a god.

This is inseparable from his own efforts, let alone Tu Shanjun's support.

This is the gift of knowing someone.

It is also a great gift of reinvention.

"How can a disciple blame the master?"

Meng Zhi kowtowed: "If there is no master, there will be nothing for the disciples."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly and said, "There is no such thing as saying that no one achieves the same in this world."

"This is your own choice and effort. I just provided you with an opportunity. If you were unfavorable, you wouldn't be able to achieve what you are today."

"Your cultivation is not for me, but for yourself."

"Disciples please obey Master's teachings."

Meng Zhi kowtowed again and said loudly: "Disciple, I swear here that I will definitely save Master from the Tiger Tomb, and I will also find a way for Master to advance. If not, I will die without a burial place."

Tu Shanjun raised his hand to stop Meng Zhi, but Meng Zhi's mouth was almost full of words as he finished speaking.

"Go."

Tushanjun waved his hand.

Close your eyes again.

The surrounding space seemed to be frozen, the strong evil spirit gathered in the Liantai Pond like a sea tide, and the boundless mist surged into the formation.

The red-haired monk sitting cross-legged in the formation began to breathe for a long time.

"The disciple retire."

Meng Zhi stood up and respectfully exited the Tiger Tomb.

The old dragon beside him who had regained his appearance gradually changed at this moment. Tushanjun's consciousness came to the old dragon's body again, and he left the Tiger Tomb Formation with Meng Zhi.

Meng Zhi, who walked out of the hall, looked back.

A question couldn't help but arise in his mind.

That means Hu Zhong trapped the master after all.

Or does Master intend to enter it?

As his cultivation level increased, his horizons also broadened.

In his eyes, the collapse of Tiger Tomb would certainly cause an uproar.

But it is impossible to trap a peak god.

Especially Tushanjun.

That is a terrifying existence that can resist Yu Haofeng's fake saint realm without relying on his own body.

If the master was interested in getting involved, then Torizuka still had secrets that he didn't know about.

In other words, the Zunhun Banner has a secret that he doesn't know about.

There must be.

Meng Zhi remembered that time.

He lost half an hour.

He had no idea what his master and the red-robed monk said.

Mengzhi racked his brains and couldn't find a connection, so he simply stopped thinking about it and put his consciousness into the storage ring.

It's a little late.

Excuse me.