Chapter 937 Calling

The Blood Refining Magic Sutra is running.

The pale corpse of Luo Ganjing, who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, was cast into thousands of blood lights under the divine power, and the blood lights pierced into Luo Tianfeng's arms like silk threads.

The holy air and the mysterious light were lingering, turning into the purest air, making Luo Tianfeng's shriveled body revitalized.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Long and powerful, like the vitality of today.

The young Luo Tianfeng sat quietly on the throne, calmly overlooking everything in front of him, with only the joy of slowly recovering strength in his eyes.

After Luo Zhiqing's corpse was brought to the king's court, he finally had some more waves.

Actually, Luo Zhiqing was his nephew.

Looking at Luo Zhiqing sitting cross-legged in the hall, Luo Tianfeng rarely showed a trace of emotion, but it disappeared in an instant.

He then used his magic skills to refine his blood. As the young man's body was covered with thousands of blood-colored bodies, Luo Tianfeng leaned back on the chair and said in a deep voice: "This rain came at the right time."

After a long period of calm, the rainstorm finally came.

It seemed to wash away all sins.

Luo Tianfeng looked at the distant sky with a firm and calm expression.

As long as there were a few more saints with the same surname and clan, he could restore his former strength. At that time, he would naturally take action to reverse everything, suppress the turmoil in the great sect, and crush all those who attempted to subvert the great sect.

In the darkness, Luo Tianfeng suddenly laughed.

He thought of the origin of the Honored Soul Banner again.

Who would have thought that such a magic weapon would come from nothing rather than being born? No one knew how he appeared, nor who forged it. Even if the organization had a force that spanned five days, it only extended to the Small Wasteland.

The Small Wasteland was a region in the East Wasteland, separated by a shallow domain barrier.

He suddenly appeared in the Big Black Mountain in the Small Wasteland.

From then on, everything was traceable.

There is an amazing viewpoint among them.

The great cultivator of the organization who explored the soul flag thought that the soul flag was a mysterious weapon of destiny. Perhaps mastering that magic weapon could control destiny, because the life of the cultivator who mastered the soul flag would change drastically.

Although the final end is death, people will die.

No matter what step the cultivator is, they will die. Even the heaven, earth, sun and moon will die one day. Only immortals can survive.

However, I don’t know how many cultivators there are in this world. Who can become an immortal?

Who can survive?

No matter whether it is a big person or a small person, no matter whether it is a strong person or a weak person, death will come when it is supposed to come. Even many strong people who have practiced for a long time will suddenly die, which may be due to obsession, revenge, competition for resources, heavenly tribulation, etc.

Life will eventually wither.

Whether it is meaningful or not does not depend on the length of life, but on its thickness.

It depends on whether you get what you want and whether you still have regrets.

If you start from this aspect, the soul flag is too terrible.

Whoever controls the Zunhun Banner is very likely to tear off the shackles of fate and create a brand new future.

Of course, fate is not so easy to change. Zunhun Banner is just a seed. What kind of flower it can bloom depends on the person who controls it.

The weak are afraid.

The wavering ones question.

Only the strong can control it!

As it happens, Luo Tianfeng feels that he is a strong man.

Since God lets him control Zunhun Banner, it means that he has already changed his own destiny.

Even a small increase in the chance of winning is a huge change for him, and because of the appearance of the soul banner, he is more confident in his plan.

Just as he said when he first got the Zunhun Banner.

Unexpectedly, after he fell into this situation, he got this magic weapon again.

"Boy, should I thank you."

Yang Wu said in surprise: "Thank me?"

"Yes."

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this magic weapon." Luo Tianfeng sighed.

Yang Wu didn't say anything, and he didn't know how to say it.

The longer I stay, the more I feel that everything is manipulated.

His death is like dust. People in high positions don't care whether they brush off one or two grains of dust. In short, as long as they are clean, it is enough.

When people with extraordinary strength step on ants, they cannot control their strength on ants.

He can get here because the eldest brother is like a father, because his sincere love for his sister is the bond of relatives.

As long as the feeling is real, he doesn't need to care about other things, and he will not be shaken by those false things and question his existence.

Hate is certainly the driving force for moving forward and the most effective emotion to get out of trouble, but hatred alone can't go far.

Yang Wu said calmly: "I didn't do all this for you."

Luo Tianfeng was surprised and laughed at the same time: "I know you did it for your sister. You are indeed a good brother and you are worthy of being my son."

"No one can question that you are worthy of being the leader of the Asura Sect, the top great saint, and the son of Luo Tianfeng!"

"So, Luo Yang Wu..."

"Become my son."

"After I leave, everything I have will be yours."

...

Eastern Wilderness.

Organization.

Secret Hall.

In the darkness, under the shadow, a slightly skinny hand stretched out and fell on the armrest of the high seat beside him.

The palm was dry but powerful, surrounded by holy energy and holy power, like a king who was in charge of a great realm finally took action. A slightly hoarse voice resounded: "Haven't you found any traces of the wild fox yet?"

"Replying to the hall master, no."

The hall master who was hidden on the seat put down the jade slip in his hand and said lightly: "Who is pursuing the divine weapon?"

"He doesn't look like a great realm cultivator." The organization cultivator who answered was a peak venerable.

However, in front of the hall master, he curled up like a kitten or puppy, and didn't dare to raise his head. He could only explain what he knew one by one.

The hall master asked: "Then who is he from?"

The hall was very simple. The candlelight of the ancient bronze lamp reflected his cheeks, but made the cultivator on the high seat fall into the shadow. Before he spoke, the two cultivators who were half-kneeling in the hall didn't dare to speak, let alone look up at the high-ranking organization hall master.

In front of the saint, the second step was like a weak cat or dog.

It was not until the hall master asked that the cultivator spoke: "It looks like it came from the underworld."

"The underworld..." The hall master chewed on this word.

Many cultivators are not familiar with the underworld.

That's because they dare not cross the domain barrier, nor do they want to leave the protection of the giant ship's formation and sink. The domain barrier is weird and terrifying, and the underworld is also not peaceful.

However, they all have one thing in common, that is, they will not easily appear in each other's world.

Because for the creatures in the underworld, they don't want to rashly cross the domain barrier.

Once it appears, it can never be said that it is an insignificant matter.

Just like the matter they inquired about.

The impact of that matter has not been eliminated so far, if it weren't for the action of the Yu family's ancestor... .

However, did the Taoist really die, and did the magic weapon really explode?

Perhaps everyone has a doubt.

In fact, they don't know the specific inside story at all. Even as the hall master of the organization, he is in a high position, has a high level of cultivation, and is a saint who does not come out of the world, he dare not ask the headquarters, let alone the Yu family's ancestor.

Even he doesn't know the most real situation, let alone other cultivators.

Over the years, he never gave up the pursuit of the Honored Soul Banner. Following the trail of the Fallen Flame Saint, he once pursued it to the Small Wasteland, but the clue was cut off at the Great Black Mountain. It seemed that someone had erased the origin of the Soul Banner and cut off the traces that should have been displayed in front of him.

Who is this person?

Why did he do this?

Why does he have such a powerful ability?

To do this, the other party must have extraordinary cultivation and a powerful background. He didn't need to think about it, he knew who this person was. It was the newly promoted saint who walked out of the Great Black Mountain and worshipped under the Wanfa Sect.

The girl with double pupils on the East Wasteland Tianjiao List.

But now she is no longer on the Tianjiao List. Since she was promoted to a saint, she has appeared on the Saint Lord List.

Although she is ranked in the bottom, no one can deny her potential.

He didn't want to provoke such a monster, let alone ask about the Honored Soul Banner from the other party.

But he didn't expect that it would be difficult to start with the Saint with double pupils, but he heard about the whereabouts of the Honored Soul Banner again.

The hall master immediately realized that it was very likely that the Honored Soul Banner had reappeared in the underworld, so there were underworld cultivators who crossed the domain barrier and came to the East Wilderness to inquire about the details of this magic weapon.

This might be an opportunity to take charge of the treasure that was rated as the Mysterious Weapon of Destiny by the altar master Daojun.

The hall master's gaze extended to the past, closed his eyes, and carefully thought about the past. His long-silent heart beat strongly again.

However, after pondering for a long time, he still did not completely swallow the news. He knew that with his own strength, he might not be able to get the Soul Banner.

Thinking of the terrible organization, the hall master sighed: "Report it."

...

"Who is the person in charge here?"

A cultivator in a moon-white robe came to the organization's branch.

The Transformation Spirit Cultivator hurried over and bowed, saying, "I didn't know that the envoy was coming to the branch. I am sorry for not welcoming you."

"Are you the head of this branch?"

"Yes."

"Back then, Wang Wuji died quietly and his soul disappeared. I was originally the deputy leader of a branch. After the death of leader Wang Wuji, I became the leader with the permission of the branch hall. I dare not lie." The Transformation Spirit Cultivator bowed his head.

The monk in the moon-white robe nodded slightly, "Do you know where the murderer is now?"

The branch leader pointed at himself in surprise, "I don't know."

"Does the clue end here?"

The monk in the moon-white robe frowned suddenly. He took out a mirror as he was ordered to come and asked, "Do you have Wang Wuji's personal belongings?"

"Yes!"

After getting the personal belongings, the monk in the moon-white robe cast a spell immediately.

"Wang Wuji."

"Soul is coming back!"

The monk in the moon-white robe turned the mirror in his hand into a compass, as if he wanted to use this soul-calling technique to find Wang Wuji's soul.

The compass slowly stabilized after turning.

Later.