Chapter 431 This time, she is real, there are people below.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and

Lin Tuan landed in another place in front of the Lingwu Conference venue, avoiding Yan Ye's calamity cloud, and sat down on the spot. Lin Du followed closely behind, and under Kai Yang's watchful eyes, he landed in a place with an expressionless face, calculating the time in his heart. Lin

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

A circle of light was suddenly opened above the sky, with soft ripples, as if a god had descended.

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

The man was covered in blood and looked like a beast struggling to get out of a cage. He had been trapped for a long time and had to tear open the heavy iron cage. He stumbled all the way, as if he had no spiritual power.

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

From Dingjiu City to the desert, even the strongest body could not run in a short time without spiritual power, so this man was most likely with the crowd and walked through the teleportation array of the Lingwu Conference.

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

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 her and not catch up with her when she left?"

This road was not easy to walk. The spiritual pressure emitted by a powerful person who was undergoing a tribulation and a powerful person who was sacrificing his entire cultivation was enough to make people unable to raise their heads.

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

Hou Cang was a pure human body. He stumbled all the way, but he still walked forward step by step under the powerful pressure of the two Taiqing realm monks.

"Master!!"

He opened his voice with difficulty, walked forward step by step under the spiritual power whirlwind, and ignored Lin Du and Wei Zhi on the road.

"Senior Brother!" Lin Du realized that this man really didn't have the spiritual power to hold up a protective shield, and hurriedly chased after him.

Hou Cang's back was bent little by little by the spiritual pressure, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Finally, Wei Zhi couldn't bear it anymore, so he walked over and tried to remove the spiritual power restriction on Hou Cang.

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

No one except Lin Tuan could remove it.

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

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

Hou Cang turned her head, her eyes bloodshot, "Don't stop me."

"You can't stop her like this." Wei Zhi knew that Hou Cang had always disliked him, and wanted to hint, 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 still moved forward, "But I only want one word, really only one word."

Lin Du didn't have time to care about Hou Cang. She was drawing a talisman, the first talisman that Feng Yi taught her.

But this time, this talisman was not a rebirth talisman.

She wanted to send a message to the underworld, but she couldn't send it with words, 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 call up 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 kind of talisman that leads to the underground has an imperial decree at the head.

After the fall of the Earth God, the imperial decree at the head of the talisman had actually changed imperceptibly, but Lin Du chose to use the head of the talisman that represented 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.

At the moment when the boy was distracted, Lin Du pulled out the talisman and poured spiritual power into it. In the blink of an eye, the talisman 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 highest god of the underworld has been vacant. Although the underworld controls reincarnation, its power is gradually being divided.

The gods have fallen, and the five ghost emperors have split up. No one can control it.

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

Hou Tu's true soul is in trouble.

Shen Tu sighed helplessly. She had never thought that she would have to use up the cause and effect with Lin Du before he ascended.

"The people in the Thirty-Three Heavens are really scary, but since they are true souls in 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 take them, we will." Hou Tu

was obviously the highest deity in their underworld, but she has always been in the Thirty-Three Heavens, which is enough to make them annoyed.

Now, Lin Du has also fulfilled their wishes. So

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

Shen Tu raised his hand and adjusted the rules of time.

On the ground of the Dongming Realm, the wind and clouds changed, and time only reversed for a short breath.

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

The Ghost Emperor Shen Tu, who came from the Styx, can move the rules of time.

Lin Du raised his eyes, this time, she was real, there were people below.

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

In his consciousness, Lin Du's extremely cold voice came, "With my master's support, there is only time for a snowfall. Master Wei Zhi, do you remember one of the formations I calculated for you eight years ago?"

"Soul-calling formation?" Wei Zhi's monk robe was blown by the wind and rustled.

Lin Du has a habit.

That is backup.

She will prepare two copies of the materials for a fully prepared large formation.

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

Wei Zhi glanced at Chu Guanmeng, but it didn't seem to know.

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

This is unusual.

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

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

He looked extremely wolfish, his hair was messy, his crown was gone, his hair stuck to his face, there was dust and sweat, and the hand that grabbed her robe seemed to have some blood on the palm because of the spiritual pressure, and a little blood was spread on her robe.

He is still like he was when he was a child, stubborn and fierce, with the eyes of a ruthless 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 surprisingly bright.

Even though nearly nine hundred years have passed, he was taught by her to wear the wide-sleeved robe of etiquette, tie his hair in a bun, be neat and tidy, and be corrected into a righteous swordsman within the rules and regulations. But at this time, he still seems to be the same as at the beginning.

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

She was probably never a qualified master.

Lin Tuan sighed, but didn't raise her hand. Her body had begun to slowly dissolve.

"Master, I only want to ask you one question, just one question." Hou Cang gasped for breath, his whole body trembling.

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

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

"Is this... voluntary?"

Lin Du was stunned for a moment, and he interrupted the original task of determining the position of the formation.

It didn't sound like something Hou Cang could say.

But it was indeed what Hou Cang said.

"Yes, I am willing." Lin Tuan finally reached out his hand and touched Hou Cang's head for the first time since he grew up.

Hou Cang didn't dare to move, and lowered his head, but he couldn't feel the weight on his head.

Every muscle in his body was trembling, but he tried his best to maintain his body and not shake.

It will only take a moment, just a moment.

The pair of warm hands also briefly stayed on his head.

Hou Cang lowered his head and watched the protruding shape of the robe slowly begin to vanish and collapse.

He gritted his teeth until they clattered, suppressing his surging emotions.

In fact, he should have known it long ago.

Anyone who is close to ascending to heaven must be more careful in what he says and does, and be cautious in his thoughts, so as not to be entangled in cause and effect and implicate more people. He cultivated too pure, with a pure and clean heart without any restraint.

He just needs to cultivate perfection, not severance.

The relationship between Lin Tuan's master and disciple had been perfect since he could choose his own path.

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

The hand on his head was completely empty. Hou Cang felt the restrictions in his body gradually dissolving, and he bowed deeply to the ground.

"Master, I won't recite anymore. I won't recite anymore."

A thunderous sound 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.