novelden Chapter 447 The Tongtian Cult Master Sends Six Soul Banners
Chapter 447 The Tongtian Cult Master Sends Six Soul Banners
Chapter 447 Leader Tongtian sends six soul flags
Subsequently,
He raised his hand and used his finger as a pen to write on the six banners:
Taishang Laojun
Yuanshi Tianzun
Guide
Zhunti Daoren
King Wu Ji Fa,
Jiang Ziya.
The names of the six people fluttered in the wind on the banner.
The Master of Heaven raised his hand, and the Six Soul Banner landed in front of Chang Er Ding Guang Xian.
He excitedly cupped it in both hands, and Byrne thanked him:
"Thank you for your high regard, Master. I will do my utmost to protect this banner and serve the Jie Sect."
"Ah."
The Master of the Heavenly Sect responded with a faint "yes".
He took one last look at the magnificent sight of cultivators filling the sky and the ground, then turned away.
He stepped inside.
The magnificent scene of thousands of immortals paying homage vanished in an instant, leaving only the palaces that were faintly visible amidst the ethereal mist.
Yang Jiao sighed and followed behind the Tongtian Sect Leader, wanting to offer comfort but unable to say anything.
Mosquito Taoist did benefit from this, as he had been waiting outside the hall.
They stepped inside and looked around curiously.
Yang Jiao watched the retreating figure of the Tongtian Sect Leader, and, recalling the Long-Eared Immortal, murmured:
"The Six Soul Banner was given away ahead of time because it's impossible for it to kill a Saint, right?"
Saints are indestructible through countless eons, immortal and indestructible.
The Six Soul Banner is not an innate magic weapon; it was crafted by the Tongtian Sect Master himself, and its level cannot compare to that of a saint.
Although the Tongtian Sect Leader knew that Chang'er Dingguang Xian was Duobao Daoren's man, he must have made a backup plan, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have written down all the names in advance.
The name written by the power of a sage is something that even the immortal with long ears could not change.
The Master of Heaven turned around and said:
"Yes, even the Six Soul Banner can't kill it."
"So..." Yang Jiao seized on the key point, her tone rising in surprise, "You gave me a fake?!"
The Tongtian Sect Leader also turned around in surprise: "Could it be for real?"
"You're such a cunning and treacherous leader of the Tongtian Sect!" Yang Jiao's tone carried a hint of disdain.
So he solemnly handed over the Six Soul Banner in front of all the immortals, intending to spread it around to frighten the Three Realms, but it turned out to be a lie!
"I originally intended to give you the real one, but since you've said so..." The Tongtian Sect Leader looked regretful.
Yang Jiao's expression changed drastically!
"You are such a resourceful and brilliant strategist, the Tongtian Cult Leader!" Her tone was full of admiration, her eyes sparkling. "Let me see if the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart is truly yours."
"Oh."
The Master of Heaven sneered.
However, he didn't argue with Yang Jiao. He raised his hand, and an inverted triangular yellow banner appeared in his palm, with six banner strips hanging below.
I have never written my name down.
Yang Jiao's actions in receiving the Six Soul Banner were even more devout than those of Chang Er Ding Guang Xian in receiving the fake Six Soul Banner.
She stepped forward, bowed, and raised her hands.
He smiled broadly, as if he had just received an imperial edict.
Hehehe.
This is the Six Soul Banner!
Even if the saint cannot kill him, there are still six banners that can bear the names of those below the saint.
Yang Jiao's life-saving treasure +1.
The Tongtian Sect Leader glanced sideways, taking in her smug little face out of the corner of his eye, and subtly raised the corners of his mouth.
The mosquito Taoist looked around.
She felt that Biyou Palace had so many magical treasures. She stood in the central hall and looked at the Qingping Sword hanging there, surrounded by a faint glow.
"Yang Jiao, this sword is not bad either."
She pointed to the Qingping Sword.
Before Yang Jiao could even look over, the Tongtian Sect Leader instantly teleported away, blocking her view. His smile tightened, and he said in a deep voice:
"You should go back now."
That was his sword.
Yang Jiao gave a faint "oh," somewhat regretful that she hadn't seen the sword that Mosquito Taoist had mentioned.
But I've started to think about it.
He gracefully bid farewell to the Tongtian Sect Leader:
"Goodbye."
Only then did he pull the still reluctant Mosquito Taoist away from Biyou Palace.
Only after Yang Jiao's figure had completely disappeared did the Tongtian Sect Leader let out a sneer:
"greedy."
With this tendency to covet good things, let's see if the eldest brother can keep his Tushita Palace in the future.
He actually felt a faint sense of anticipation.
……
After Nezha and Yang Jian broke through Chuanyun Pass,
They encountered Lü Yue, who had spread a plague, but fortunately Yang Ren came to break the formation.
The army arrived at the Tongguan Pass without any obstacles.
After capturing two cities, King Wu of Zhou rewarded his army with a banquet at Tongguan.
Yu Hualong, the commander of Lintong, failed in his sneak attack and was bitten by Xiaotian Dog. When he returned to his tent, his five sons rushed to check on him.
"Father!"
His youngest son, Yu De, was a Taoist practitioner, but he practiced unorthodox and treacherous arts, which were extremely insidious.
Seeing his own father lying in bed, unable to get up due to being bitten, his face ashen, he secretly whispered to his four older brothers:
"The Chan Sect has deceived my father so much, so don't blame me for using underhanded tactics. I have a magic weapon that can wipe out every single one of those Xiqi!"
His four elder brothers found this chilling and pressed for an answer:
"Leave no one alive? Does that refer to the cultivators or the ordinary soldiers?"
Yu De snorted coldly:
"all!"
"What about karma?" the elder brother asked anxiously. Before the Investiture of the Gods war began, they had discussed that Taoists and mortals could not be treated the same. The younger brother included mortals, who would also be subject to karma. He hurriedly advised, "No, you should set up the formation like the guards at the previous checkpoints and let them break through. If you can stop them, then stop them. Under no circumstances should anyone be hurt."
Yu De glanced at his elder brother with a look of disappointment and said sternly:
"Look at how those previous checkpoints were lost."
“Setting up a battle formation and waiting for someone to break through it, only to lose the city and your life, isn’t that foolish?” Yu De grabbed his elder brother’s hand and pulled him close, continuing in a deep voice: “Brother, in military campaigns, victory is achieved by taking the enemy by surprise.”
The elder brother fell silent.
Yes, for more than ten years, they blocked Xiqi from sending troops.
Many formations are like this; even the legendary Ten Deadly Formations caused Grand Tutor Wen to perish at Jue Long Ridge.
This is all due to their adherence to outdated rules.
My method, though ruthless, is it truly effective?
Seeing that his expression softened, Yu De said:
"This magic weapon is called the Smallpox Killer; those who contract it will die within seven days."
The five brothers each took a small measure and stood in front of the altar. They watched as Yu De exhaled his breath toward the talisman, and soon dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Taking advantage of this, the five brothers poured out the poison from the bucket.
Five clouds rose into the sky and drifted over where Zhou Jun was encamped, bringing a torrential downpour.
Raindrops fell on the soldiers and then onto the ground, where they were quickly absorbed by the soil.
In an instant, the grass on the ground began to wither, and the 600,000-strong army cried out in unison.
The pain was all over my body, and rows of pimples appeared on the skin exposed outside my clothes, causing unbearable pain and itching.
Even Jiang Ziya was not spared. A group of immortals from the Chan Sect sat in the tent with their faces covered in pimples and their skin red and swollen. Where was the slightest bit of their immortal demeanor?
They were all in a sorry state.
Nezha, however, showed no reaction whatsoever. He leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, and muttered anxiously:
Why isn't Yang Jian here yet?
He was someone who had received incense from the goddess Nuwa, so this little bit of poison couldn't affect him in the slightest.
Seeing the swollen faces of his uncles and aunts, Nezha couldn't wait to see what Yang Jian's flawless face would look like when it was swollen like a pig's head.
Nezha stared intently at the tent flap, and finally, a clean hand lifted it from the outside.
"They're here, they're here."