Chapter 431 This time, she is real, there is someone below.

Dark clouds rolled up in the sky, and Lin Tuan landed at another place in front of the Lingwu Conference venue, avoiding Yan Ye's calamity clouds and sitting down on the spot.

Lin Du followed closely behind, and under Kaiyang's watchful gaze, he stood in one place with an expressionless face, calculating the time in his heart.

Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the turbulence, the spiritual power in his dantian slowly dissipated and then rushed straight up to the sky.

A halo of light suddenly appeared above the sky, with soft ripples, as if a god had descended.

In the distance, someone was running towards us like crazy.

The man was covered in scars, and looked like a wild beast that had struggled desperately to get out of a cage. He had been trapped for a long time, and he tried to tear open the heavy iron cage by force, stumbling all the way, as if he had no spiritual power left.

Even though the man's handwriting was sloppy, Lin Du still recognized him at a glance. It was Hou Cang.

From Dingjiu City to the desert, even the strongest body cannot get there in a short time without spiritual power, so this person most likely followed the crowd and took the Lingwu Conference's teleportation array.

He landed on the spectator area of ​​the Lingwu Conference and then ran all the way here.

Wei Zhi was a little surprised, "No wonder Hou Cang didn't show up. This person followed Lin Tuan closely every day. How could he not notice that she had left and not catch up with her?"

This journey is not an easy one. The spiritual pressure emitted by the powerful man who is undergoing a tribulation and the powerful man who is sacrificing his entire cultivation is enough to make people unable to raise their heads.

Those who can get close are either the spirits of heaven and earth, or the incarnations of true dragons and true immortals, who are not affected by the pressure.

Hou Cang, however, was a pure human body. He stumbled along the way, but he still moved forward step by step under the powerful pressure from the two Taiqing Realm monks.

"Master!!"

He opened his voice with difficulty, and walked forward step by step against the whirlwind of spiritual energy, ignoring Lin Du and Wei Zhi on the path.

"Senior Brother!" Lin Du realized that this man really did not have the spiritual power to put up a protective shield, and hurriedly chased after him.

Hou Cang's back was gradually bent by the spiritual pressure, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. Finally, Wei Zhi couldn't bear it anymore and walked over to try to remove the spiritual restrictions on Hou Cang.

Soon he discovered that it was a seal restriction set by Lin Tuan himself.

No one can solve it except Lin Tuan.

Of course, there is another way to unlock the restriction, which is when the caster dies.

Wei Zhi wanted to hold Hou Cang back, but was pushed away by him.

He turned his head back, his eyes bloodshot, "Don't stop me."

"You can't stop her in your current state." Wei Zhi knew that Cang had always disliked him and wanted to hint at him, but he couldn't persuade this stubborn donkey. As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Lin Du, "If you go over, you will be crushed by the spiritual pressure."

"Of course I know." Hou Cang continued to move forward, "But I just want one word, really just one word."

Lin Du had no time to care about Hou Cang. She was drawing a talisman, the first talisman that Feng Yi had taught her.

But this time, the talisman is not a talisman for rebirth.

She wanted to send a message to the underworld, but she couldn't use words, so she could only rely on talismans and spells.

Under the watchful eyes of two Kaiyangs and a boy, she could only use her mind to control the talisman pen and draw talismans in her storage ring.

Lin Du forced out some of the power of rules that the Snow Spirit could naturally simulate and poured it into the talisman.

This talisman leads to the underground, and the head of the talisman is an imperial decree.

After the fall of the Earth God, the decree of the Futou had actually changed imperceptibly, but Lin Du chose to use the Futou representing Hou Tu.

After Lin Du finished drawing the talisman, he found that Hou Cang was getting closer and closer to the center of the spiritual pressure. At this moment, he was pressed to the ground by the spiritual pressure and had difficulty moving forward.

Kaiyang tried to stop it several times, but was stopped by Chu Guanmeng and Wei Zhi.

"Look! The last nine heavenly tribulations!!" a loud shout rang out from behind.

When the boy was distracted, Lin Du pulled out the talisman, poured spiritual power into it, and in the blink of an eye, the talisman was burned out.

She lowered her eyes, hoping that this time, it was Shen Tu who saw her talisman.

Lin Du was not wrong. This strange talisman and the spiritual energy on it made King Yan quickly realize who the owner of the talisman was. Due to the previous intervention of the Ghost Emperor, he also reported it.

Over the years, the supreme god of the underworld has remained vacant. Although the underworld controls reincarnation, its power is gradually being divided.

The gods fell, and the five ghost emperors split up and no one could stop them.

When Shen Tu saw the talisman, he already knew the purpose of Lin Du sending it to him.

Something happened to Hou Tu's true soul.

Shen Tu sighed helplessly, she didn't expect that before Lin Du ascended to heaven, she would have to use up the cause and effect relationship with Lin Du.

"The people of the Thirty-Three Heavens are really scary, but since they are true souls of reincarnation, they will not repeat the same mistakes." Shen Tu lowered his eyes and looked at the talisman, "Okay, prepare your things. If the heavens don't accept it, we will."

Originally, Hou Tu was clearly the highest deity in their underworld, but she had always been in the Thirty-Three Heavens, which was enough to annoy them.

Now, Lin Du has fulfilled their wish.

So what if the godhead is destroyed? In the underworld, they only recognize the first god who opened up the underworld and created the cycle of reincarnation.

Shen Tu raised his hand and adjusted the time rules.

On the ground of Dongming Realm, the weather was changing rapidly, and time only went back for a short moment.

Lin Du looked at the talisman in his hand, stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and found that the spiritual power that was dissipating in the torrent had a brief stagnation, and he reacted quickly.

The Ghost Emperor Shentu, who comes from the River Styx, can change the rules of time.

Lin Du raised his eyes. This time, she was serious and there was someone below.

Wei Zhi turned around and met Lin Du's eyes again.

Lin Du's extremely calm voice came from his mind, "With my master's support, there is only time for a snowfall. Master Wei Zhi, do you remember the formation I calculated for you eight years ago?"

"Soul-calling formation?" Wei Zhi's monk robe was blown by the wind and made a rustling sound.

Lin Du has a habit.

It's backup.

She would prepare two copies of a well-prepared array of materials.

Wei Zhi discovered this because he felt embarrassed to be living under someone else's roof, so he helped Lin Du do the trivial things that annoyed her.

Wei Zhi glanced at Chu Guanmeng, but it seemed like it didn't know.

And from the beginning, Chu Guanmeng jumped off Lin Du and turned into a tall snow wolf, no longer clinging to Lin Du.

This is not normal.

Hou Cang had already climbed to the center of the spiritual pressure with great difficulty. He struggled to raise his hand and grabbed the corner of Lin Tuan's robe that was hanging on the ground.

Lin Tuan finally opened his eyes and looked down at his disciples.

He looked extremely wolfish, with his hair in disarray and his crown gone, with strands of hair stuck to his face. There was dust and sweat on him, and the palm of his hand that was holding her robe seemed to have some bloodstains from the spiritual pressure, leaving a little bloodstain on her robe.

He is still like he was when he was a child, stubborn and fierce, with the eyes of a fierce child raised in a wolf pack, who can burst out with the strength to fight to the death at any time, and his eyes are incredibly bright.

Even though nearly nine hundred years had passed, and she had taught him to wear the wide-sleeved robe of etiquette, tie his hair into a bun, be neat and tidy, and follow all the rules to become a righteous swordsman, at this moment, he still seemed to be the same as at the beginning.

Lin Tuan couldn't tell whether his education was a success or a failure.

Perhaps she has never been a qualified master.

Lin Luan sighed but did not raise her hands. Her body began to slowly disintegrate.

"Master, I only want to ask you one question, just one question." Hou Cang gasped for breath and trembled all over.

Lin Du and Wei Zhi looked over at the same time, fearing that he might say something outrageous.

But no, Hou Cang's throat choked with sobs, and after a moment, he only asked one question.

"Is this...voluntary?"

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, interrupting the task of determining the position of the formation.

It doesn't sound like something Hou Cang would say.

But that is exactly what Hou Cang said.

"Yes, I do." Lin Tuan finally reached out his hand and touched his head for the first time since Cang grew up.

Hou Cang did not dare to move and lowered his head, but he did not feel the weight on his head.

All his muscles were shaking, but he was trying hard to keep himself from moving.

It will only take a moment. Just a moment.

Those warm hands once, briefly, rested on his head.

Hou Cang lowered his head and watched the protruding shape of the robe slowly fade away and collapse.

He gritted his teeth until they made a clattering sound, suppressing his surging emotions.

In fact, he should have known it earlier.

Anyone who is close to ascending to great powers must be more careful in what they say, do, and think, so as not to be entangled in cause and effect and implicate more people. If one cultivates too clearly, his mind will be pure and clean, without any restraints.

Just cultivate for perfection, not for annihilation.

The relationship between Lin Tuan and his disciple had been perfected since he was able to choose his own path.

Lin Du was right, he was the only one who was truly incomplete.

The hands above his head were completely empty. Hou Cang felt the restrictions in his body gradually dissolving and he bowed deeply to the ground.

"Master, I don't want to recite anymore. I won't recite anymore."

A thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth made everyone's eardrums rise and they unconsciously prostrated themselves.

From then on, the relationship between master and disciple ended and the merits were fulfilled.