He used the dream-entrance technique to attract Han An's consciousness, and also constructed a part of the realm of gods and death in the dream, making the dream a little magical, enough to condense all the thoughts, questions and answers into a single moment.

Since Tu Shanjun has already explained it in this way, Han An can only suppress his eager murderous intention first.

"Excuse me, Taoist Master."

"Where does your strength come from? These things are very different from magic power." As he said that, Tushanjun opened his green and black ghost hands, and a pale yellow light appeared, even with a little red in the pale yellow.

A light flashed in his eyes.

Although Grandmaster Jindan's power only recovered a little, Han An was unable to hide.

Most of Han An's body is made up of this pale yellow light, of which the proportion of mana is very small. The whole body seems real and illusory, not like a living person.

Logically speaking, the body of a spirit should not be like this, even if the spirit soul escapes and becomes a Dharmakaya, it should not be like this.

"What the Taoist asked..."

During the hesitation, he even hesitated a lot of words.

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "That's all, maybe there will be no more of me after today, so I will entrust this thing to the Taoist Priest."

As he spoke, his hands were condensed into a technique and pointed towards his forehead.

"out."

Pale yellow light bloomed, and a thumb-sized seal wrapped in Tianqing's aura appeared in Han An's hand.

Tushanjun's expression changed.

Han An didn't know, but he understood that this was a conscious dream. It was not an exaggeration to say it was a memory. How could this thing be brought out in a dream?

As soon as Xiaoyin appeared, Han An's body, which had improved slightly, immediately returned to the original difficult condition, and even became more serious.

It seems like it will shatter into smoke and dust at the slightest touch.

Tu Shanjun raised his hand and grabbed the small seal in his hand. Less than half of the small seal was missing, and it was also full of cracks. It was impossible to tell what kind of animal it was on the seal. Only the claws and feet remained, leaving pitted gaps.

Turning over the seal, Tu Shanjun's eyes suddenly froze.

"Ghost Feng City God."

The ghost character is slightly smaller, not like a single character, but like a component of some character.

"Huaifeng, Huaifeng City God?"

"Is this power the power of incense and incense?"

Tu Shanjun felt that he had inherited a problem.

He had never seen anyone else holding something, but he had seen it in the hands of a strange spirit in the human world near the ghost land.

The Immortal Way prospered, but the Shinto Way disappeared.

Nowadays, everyone is vying for immortality, and it is not far from the truth to say that the supernatural beings will vanish into ashes.

Now this small seal, engraved with the name of the city god, is probably just the ashes of the Shinto.

Tu Shanjun felt a little strange and confused while holding it, and also had a slight fear of unknown things.

However, what happened here could not affect his state of mind.

Twenty years later, he is no longer the anxious novice he was when he first traveled through time, and his views on power are also different from before.

Han An felt anxious.

His condition was not good. After Xiaoyin escaped, his body was no longer stable.

However, Tu Shanjun cannot be urged.

Looking at the other person's appearance, he was obviously thinking about something.

The sound of something breaking woke Tushanjun up. He looked up and saw that Han An's face had a few more cracks.

Tu Shanjun sent Xiao Yin back, and the cracks on Han An's body quickly faded.

'I'll help you kill Jiao Luo's Qi trainers first.'

The black mist was like a ferocious evil spirit crawling out of the flags, disappearing into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.

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Chapter completed!