"broken!"

Li Ku immediately used his body-protecting energy.

But how could he, a Nascent Soul, maintain himself under the attack of saints?

Not to mention the strong energy that protects the body, I am afraid that even the sect's formation would be turned into powder under the blow of this confrontation.

However, he couldn't stop the two people in front of him at all, so he could only place his hope on the 'sect master'.

Turning his eyes, he saw that Venerable Chonghao was also a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river and could not protect himself.

The slashes of the two saints were like divine punishment, and the holy power of light swayed down from the end of the sky like a wild waterfall, pouring towards the distant sky.

Without the Dharma Realm encompassing them, not to mention the Taiyi Sect behind them, the entire Xingluo Sea would be smashed to pieces by the swords of these two people.

Even though both of them had withdrawn their hands and did not activate the Dharma, this was no longer an earthly method, and no matter how much they kept their hands, they could not contain it within a radius of several miles.

Wu Rong, who put on the mask of 'King Di Tu', also seemed to be a different person.

When he opened his mouth, his two voices overlapped, and he shot with all his strength.

"Dharma appears in heaven and earth!"

Taiyan still has to take care of Taiyi Sect and the entire Xingluo Sea behind him.

While slashing with the sword, the heaven and earth are released, hoping to trap this slash in the compressed heaven and earth of the Dharma.

"Stop it."

A deep sigh came.

Husky and ethereal.

The vision across the sky was paused, and the galaxy spread out by the sword energy black front seemed to have turned into a stream in the opponent's hand, while the owner of the sound was walking through the air.

The visitor has red hair on the top of his head.

The face is carved like the icy peaks of distant mountains.

There is a bit of coldness in his handsomeness.

A pair of black and red eyes, rotating in and out like the deep starry sky, are also like the most brilliant divine crystals in the Nine Nether Demonic Abyss.

On his head is a flat crown, and he wears a robe of disguised hell.

Iron boots stepped on the clouds, but there was a dull sound like gold and iron clashing.

The outstretched ghost hand slowly retracted, refining the escaped breath into a blowing breeze, blowing the hanging hair, and also lifting the expression behind the hair.

There is reminiscence and emotion in the eyes, but there is not much sadness.

There is no need for people to be entangled in the past, and there is no need to be overly sad about the past.

"If you take action, too many innocent people will suffer."

His voice was calm, but it sounded a bit weird.

It was obvious that his voice was extremely calm, and he didn't seem to be thinking about innocent people at all.

But that's what he said.

It's hard to tell why he stopped the fight between the two saints.

Li Ku was surprised to find that his figure was not disintegrated by the saint's pressure.

On the contrary, even though the protective aura had dissipated, there seemed to be another aura protecting him.

He quickly looked over and saw the Taoist in black and red robes reaching out to refine the sword energy. His eyes widened and he trembled: "Ancestor!"

"It's you!"

Zhonghao, who was protected by the mist, couldn't help but lose his voice.

He had really seen this person before, and at that time, his cultivation level was only in the realm of divine transformation.

The senior brother told him to just let him come and go without taking any more care. Unexpectedly, just how long had passed, and this man had already been able to make the two great saints who were refining the fake and the real to stop and make peace, and he even refined the battle between the two saints in a snap.

Law.

At this moment, he really understood.

No wonder the sect asked Senior Brother Tai Yan to appear here and wait.

He also thought that even if Wu Rong's refining was fake and turned out to be real, there would be no need for a core true disciple to come and wait with the decree.

Now he fully understood that the person he wanted to invite was indeed a disciple of the sect, but this disciple of the sect was no longer what he used to be. Judging from the way he was lifting his weight just now, he was probably a great king.

"Master, why do you need to take action? I am very measured in my actions."

Wu Rong saw his master taking action and took half a step back.

He just wants to force Tai Yan to sacrifice the Dharma and Heaven and Earth to protect this land, so that he can gain the upper hand.

Under the killing array of five soul flags, by borrowing King Di Tu's false life, the gap between the two could be evened.

"You must be Senior Brother Taishi."

Taiyan bowed his hands in salute.

Tu Shanjun returned the gift without making any excuse.

Now that he has become enlightened, he can be regarded as a ‘senior brother’.

In fact, even he did not expect that the sect would pay so much attention to him, and that the person dispatched would be a saint who was the leader of the younger generation, armed with a magic weapon, and had been waiting in Xingluo Taiyi for so long.

Tu Shanjun originally planned to let Wu Rong handle it alone, but he replied in a good voice because he didn't want Wu Rong to be so persistent.

Even as a master, he couldn't persuade him.

After suffering for so many years, Wu Rong must have deep resentment for what happened back then.

Let him shout, which is actually a good thing.

If you keep holding it in your heart and sound angry when you see everyone, you should pay attention.

If Tushanjun was excited and excited when he met his fellow disciples in the Forbidden Land, then Tushanjun now is only calm and distant.

He really doesn't know how to return to the sect, and what attitude he should take towards the sect, as well as those elders, peers, and juniors who have never been masked...

Because of this, Tu Shanjun did not stop Wu Rong's refusal.

Because even he himself doesn't want to go back.

Tu Shanjun, who pondered for a long time, asked: "The sect...is everything okay?"

Tai Yan calmed down his mood, withdrew his gaze from the Zunhun Banner standing in the distance, and after thinking about it, he said: "It's good. Since the civil strife was quelled, things have become stable. Now is the time to prosper. We need talents like Senior Brother to join us for discussion.

Great cause, complete the great plan of the sect’s prosperity!”

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Tai Jing should have brought back the Six Paths of Hell."

"Yes."

"Junior brother Tai Jing has lived up to expectations and brought back the Six Paths of Hell."

"However, Junior Brother Taijing tried his best to persuade the Presbyterian Council, saying that this is not his credit, but yours, and requested the Presbyterian Council to send troops to the forbidden land of Zhengfa God for rescue."

"By the time the Presbyterian Council gets the news, you will have escaped from the forbidden land. What a joy and congratulation!"

Tai Yan put away the weapons in his hands and dispersed the seals.

The gloom in Wu Rong's eyes flashed: "Since you have the Six Paths of Hell, why do you need our help?"

He doesn't know what the Six Paths of Hell are, nor does he know much about the Six Paths of Hell and the Shangzong's grand plan.

However, after hearing the implicit meaning of Tai Yan's words, it seemed that he had equated the Zunhun Banner with the Six Paths of Hell. Of course he couldn't bear it anymore and immediately interrupted Tai Yan's continued persuasion.

He was really afraid that his master's ears and seemingly stone heart would soften, so he agreed immediately.

They are humans, not cattle and horses. They come when called and leave when called.

A small favor will make you think you have received a great gift. Others will get hot-headed if you say a few soft words, and they will rush to be a chess piece.

Are there any good consequences for being a chess piece?

Believing in those elders who have never met is not as good as believing in the Holy Spirit Demon.

It's best not to believe any of them.

Things like life should be in your own hands.

It just so happens that he is the ‘destiny ghost’.

Tu Shanjun stood aside silently.

He had indeed thought a lot just now, and he had also considered the help of the jade statue of his ancestor. If possible, he was willing to help the sect complete its big plan.

But, it can't happen now.

The person in charge of the Zunhun Banner is not any disciple of the Shangzong, but his direct disciples, Wu Rong and Wu Daoxian.

He had to think about the lives of his direct disciples.

There is a way to have both worlds at peace.
To be continued...