Chapter 918 Resurrection

After hearing Tu Shanjun's murmur, Luo Manping muttered: "Fellow Taoists should know that death is extremely difficult to avoid. Even monks like us, and even more powerful Tao Lords, have no choice when facing death.

Prolong your own death."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

Of course he knew about it.

Monks can exist long after death.

Even if he can exist for hundreds or thousands of years, he is still not alive.

Regarding this method, even the Golden Core Yuanying monks have a few tricks of their own. Whether it is fusing other living beings or lingering on the sleeping seal, waiting for the opportunity is not a living thing.

Compared with such a mutilated existence, reincarnation is a better way, followed by seizing one's body.

It's just that because the physical body and the Yin spirit are not compatible with each other, it is common for people to die from exhaustion.

No one would choose to seize a body unless absolutely necessary.

If he wants to live his life intact, he only knows one way so far.

Live the second life!

Da Tou said he didn't understand, but Tu Shanjun didn't think so.

Datou's ability to reach this stage without relying on magic medicine is definitely not as simple as he said. In order to repay him for speaking out, a magic skill was given to him, which was called "Reverse the Death of the Underworld".

However, this method cannot be performed except by a wise king.

Presumably, it is impossible for Yang Wu to use it.

He couldn't bring Yang Wu back to life just by relying on the magic and magical powers in his hands.

Tu Shanjun didn't say that he knew the Second World Dharma. He didn't say anything. Even his face was calm, calmly waiting for Luo Manping's explanation.

Since Luo Manping was so confident, he felt that the other party should be sure that no matter what magical powers he had, he could no longer hide it at this moment.

Luo Manping saw that the people next to him were still calm and then said: "But my Asura tribe has a secret technique."

"Do you need me to swear?"

"Need not."

"Each oath of heaven is like a yoke imposed on a monk."

"You can use a different kind of oath." Compared to the oath of heaven, Tu Shanjun knew that there were many ways to restrict monks.

Among them, the most famous one he came into contact with was probably signing his name on the scroll contract, but he didn't know where the scroll would be sent.

"Do fellow Taoists think they are good friends?"

"Them?"

Luo Manping laughed and said lightly: "The domain barrier is a strange and powerful place that can connect to the devil's abyss and the residence of the gods."

Tu Shanjun's expression was shocked: "The god of Incense Tao?"

Luo Manping shook his head and said with a smile: "Aren't creatures with vast supernatural powers just gods?"

After hearing that Tushanjun didn't understand, he immediately changed the topic and did not continue to talk about God. He just said: "No need to swear, this secret technique will not be very effective if it is not used here."

A wave.

Seventy-nine huge stone tablets hang in the inner ring of the Taoist Palace, twinkling with starlight under the bloody sun.

The forty-nine stone tablets are like heavenly books handed down from ancient times, or like divine laws born in the ancient wilderness, carved on the neat bones of unknown creatures.

"The Great Gift of Asura's Blood Soul Returning to Heaven"

A great poem of seven thousand words.

After the initial shock, Tushanjun didn't dare to let go of a word. Until the end, he still couldn't recover for a long time and looked again. His face changed from surprise to calmness, then to loss, and finally regained the peace and tranquility of the past.

Indifferent.

"Disappointed?"

"No."

"This is a divine art that reaches all the heavens and the earth."

"only……"

"It still can't bring the dead back to life."

Luo Manping said: "As the saying goes, medicine can never cure diseases."

If people could be brought back to life easily without any restraints, the world would naturally be in chaos long ago.

They, the third-stage saints, are not yet able to freely move the path between heaven and earth. The best they can do is protect themselves and survive by extraordinary means.

"You should understand this technique."

"I'm going to prepare heavenly materials and earthly treasures for this boy."

Luo Manping left the Blood Nirvana Palace after confirming that Yang Wu's soul was in stable condition.

This matter cannot be known to too many people, and Luo Qi must be transferred back as soon as possible, otherwise he will have to personally do it many times.

Saints do have a long lifespan, but many trivial matters should not be imposed on them. If you want to escape from the cage, you still need to devote yourself to the path.

This is why the more powerful a monk is, the more powerful he will be, and the more powerful the monk is, the more powerful his master will be.

"Do you believe in me so much, fellow Taoist?"

Luo Manping, who had already taken a few steps, paused, laughed, glanced at the shadow on the bloody sun, and then looked at the tall monk sitting cross-legged and copying scriptures.

Said: "Your word hangs on his body, and his life hangs on your hands. Why don't I believe you?"

Luo Manping still couldn't figure out the behavior and behavior of this ghost saint.

It looks weak, but is erratic and strong.

It looks strong, but it seems to be strong on the outside but dry on the inside, and collapses at the first touch.

It's hard for him to kill such a weird person. Since he can't kill him, he can only be friends. Regardless of their different purposes, they all value the same boy.

In this case, having a ghost saint by his side can actually allow Yangwu to grow up safely.

Not to mention the man is extremely talented.

He didn't look at the other person kindly.

If we don't win over each other now, how can we wait?

Tu Shanjun was silent for a while.

Regardless of Luo Manping's personal conduct, his demeanor and indifference in dealing with others are indeed quite charming. If he were an ordinary casual cultivator, he might really be impressed by his generosity.

This is not the case with Tu Shanjun.

He is always wary of people.

Ever since he left that stall, he didn't trust anyone.

But Luo Manping was right, he was indeed watching the fate of Yang Wu.

Even though Martingale Wu hasn't taken charge of the soul flag yet.

…

The red-haired ghost saint sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple on the cliff stared into the abyss at his feet.

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

A scorching light bloomed, and Tu Shanjun found that his blood, which had gradually cooled down, became warm again.

No one can give him the answer to whether there are immortals in this world, but it is clear that there are people in this world who have lived a second life and can be brought back to life. He wants to find such a magic method and develop the magical skill of bringing back the dead.

"When I combine thousands of Taoist techniques and magical powers, I will definitely be able to create this technique of bringing the dead back to life!"

Tu Shanjun has no doubts about his research on magic. If it fails in ten years, it will take one hundred years. If it fails in one hundred years, it will take one thousand years. He does not need to change instantly, he can wait ten thousand years.

"Martingale."

Tushanjun murmured softly.

How I hope I can succeed once and for all.

He is no longer young and has long passed the time when his passion has reached its peak.

Perhaps he was indeed moved by the words of a weak young man, but he still had his own purpose.

When he knew that the Asura clan wanted to accomplish this, he was thinking about participating in it.

It just so happened that Yang Wu gave him a step.

"Live."

"Come alive!"

The voice also changed from cold to excited and roaring, just like the ghosts in hell roaring and the howling wind. The ghosts were silent and did not dare to say anything to disturb the whispers of the ghost king.
To be continued...