I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

The sun is setting in the west and it is getting late.

The convoy had to stop and set up camp.

The old man commanded calmly, and in a short time, the remaining 20 or so soldiers cut down a large number of trees and built a simple camp.

Make a fire and make food.

Feed the horses.

The old man took off a small bag from his waist. Inside was white powder, which he spread around the entire camp.

Another half hour.

The setting sun completely disappeared.

The sky and the earth are covered by night.

There was a black shadow staring at them in the woods.

As night falls, they no longer seem to cover their traces.

"Notify brothers not to stray too far from the camp."

The old man held his knife and held hot rice, admonishing the young people who followed him.

The young soldier who was eating hot rice asked vaguely: "Boss, Wang Tiewa had to relieve himself just now. He stayed far away in time to cook. Is he supposed to be okay?"

Seeing the solemn look on the old man's face, the soldier quickly put down his rice bowl, wiped his hands with the corner of his clothes, stood up with the knife in his hand and said, "I'll go look for it."

"Need not."

The old people stopped the soldiers' actions.

There were so many of them gathered together and their yang energy was strong, so those ghosts didn't dare to do anything.

Once separated, they will be defeated one by one.

If she's lucky, Wang Tiewa can come back alive.

If you are unlucky, going now will just add another corpse out of thin air.

The wait was another half hour.

Everyone hasn't seen Wang Tiewa come back yet.

The old man's heart skipped a beat.

In fact, he had long understood that the moment he discovered the black shadow, they had been targeted.

Just seven days ago.

Those things are different from bandits, they will never stop until they reach their goal.

If you encounter bandits, not to mention dozens, even hundreds will not be able to stop them.

Faced with these things, ordinary households feel very unsure.

So he quickly returned to the carriage and took out the Zunhun Banner.

After all, it is an immortal magic weapon. Maybe they can't use it, but they can feel at ease after all.

It would be even better if it could deter those ghosts.

Tushanjun finally saw the light of day again.

He looked at the person holding the flag.

This is a strong old man, about fifty years old, with dark skin, wrinkles and scars intertwined.

Full of evil spirits.

There should be a lot of lives under his hands.

"It turns out we are in trouble." Tu Shanjun understood.

Ever since they left the city, there had been a vague evil spirit hanging behind them, and now there was far more than one evil spirit around them.

They were obviously being targeted by something.

"Woo!"

A melodious and sad low howl sounded.

Everyone who had dozed off after eating the hot meal was suddenly woken up.

He stood up quickly, held down the waist knife, and looked around nervously.

This was not the first time they had encountered these things. They were not familiar with them, but they were not unusual at all.

But there is still fear in my heart

"Bata."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

A figure stepped out of the darkness, silhouetted against the rising bright flames.

The man was dressed in embroidered clothes, with a long knife hanging from his waist. His face was haggard and his eyes were pale.

"Tiewa!"

The young soldier standing next to the old man shouted and was about to step forward to respond.

But he was caught by the old man.

The old man shook his head at the young soldier.

Then he suppressed the fear in his heart and said loudly: "Where is the immortal appearing here? We are Daliang Xiuyi Guards. Can it be convenient for me to let my little brother go?"

Tiewa, who had a withered face and white eyes, moved stiffly and took two more steps forward.

He didn't stop until he reached the white line.

He stretched out his arm and pointed at the carriage.

The old man looked at the position of his finger.

"Trouble."

My heart suddenly sank again.

They knew exactly what was in the carriage.

That was the body of Master Louxian enshrined.

These ghosts are coming for the Immortal Master's body.

Sprites and ghosts are good at eating people.

If they get the corpse of the Immortal Master, they will naturally become stronger.

By then, these twenty or so living people would not be able to reach Liangdu at all.

Seeing the old man hesitate, the thing actually raised its foot again, trying to cross the white line.

"Keng."

The long sword is unsheathed.

At the moment when the old man drew his sword, the more than 20 soldiers under his command drew their swords and formed a military formation to prepare.

‘Tie Wa’ seems a little afraid of the white line.

The raised foot did not fall down, but pointed at the carriage again.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

It is a grave sin to throw away the corpse of an immortal master.

If they return to Liangdu empty-handed, even if they don’t talk about themselves, their family members will also sit together.

Unless they all die here.

The reputation of dying in battle not only protects the family, but also protects one's wife and children.

"Sir, how about we give them the corpse of the immortal master who is rumored to be a demon, so that we can be safe?" The young man beside him suggested in a low voice.

Their purpose was to protect the Immortal Master and wait for the Immortal Master to finish the battle before returning.

Unexpectedly, we arrived at Bafang County.

That demon cultivator is so powerful.

Both immortal masters died before the demon cultivator died.

The corpses of the two immortal masters cannot be sent away, but the corpses of the demon cultivators can be exchanged for peace.

There was no reaction from the hundreds of households, but Tu Shanjun inside the Zunhun Banner was already furious.

Whoever dares to touch Li Qingfeng's body will suffer misfortune.

The old man shook his head and said, "We can't negotiate terms with these things."

Unattainable.

Using corpses to survive will only make them feel easy to bully.

They are like eager beasts.

After eating the corpse, they will continue to follow them.

Seeing that the old man still didn't say anything, 'Tie Wa' was obviously impatient and dropped his steps.

"Bah!"

It was like a branding iron being stabbed into fresh meat.

Blanch directly.

The burnt smell spread immediately.

A shrill scream sounded.

A vague shadow quickly emerged from Tie Wa's body.

But the white flame could not be extinguished at all.

It burned the thing to ashes in a matter of seconds.

Tiewa's body also turned into a mummy in the burning of white ash, and fell into the circle.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the lime powder blessed with gold powder and the magic power of the immortal master worked.

Two people hurriedly walked out of the military formation, ran to Tie Wa's charred corpse and pulled the body back.

It's just that there are no shortage of shadows in the forest.

A red light flashed, and the short ghost carrying the sedan fell to the ground.

Dark shadows surrounded the convoy like refugees.

A pale and withered finger stretched out from the red sedan chair.

He pointed to the carriage of the carriage.

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

The old man shouted: "You evil beasts, get back quickly, otherwise you will be wiped out in ashes!"

"Roar!"

The wind howls.

The curtains of the red sedan chair burst out with gray gloom.

The old man's words seemed to anger them.

As the strong wind suddenly rose, the white powder on the ground was blown away.

"Bring up the blood of a black dog."

Pier.

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Four buckets of black dog blood were carried out.

"Stained with blood, rinse the knife!"

All the soldiers dipped their waist knives into the black dog's blood, and each one grabbed a handful of the dog's blood and smeared it on his face and body.

"Formation."

The old man yelled.

The twenty-four soldiers formed five small military formations.

As the white lines on the ground were blown away, leaving only shallow traces, those hidden ghosts could no longer hold back.

Swarmed up.

The long night is like fire, and the evil spirits are arrogant.

Cooked in fierce fire and oil, the spirits are abnormal.

"kill."

Black dog blood blessed with mana and gold powder is like a layer of armor.

The knife chops and the ax chops.

The soldiers in the battle formation quickly killed the ghosts and ghosts.

The old man took three steps and two steps at a time, holding a waist knife and heading straight to the sedan chair.

A slap of the knife.

Chop off the little ghost's head.

He clenched the foot-long soul flag and pierced it towards the white-faced ghost rushing towards him from the other end.

The moment it hit, the white-faced ghost had no time to scream and was absorbed by the Soul Flag.

Tushanjun nodded slightly.

Yes, the Yinhun evil spirit was replenished and his injuries were partially restored.

The things in the sedan suddenly jumped out, but instead of looking for trouble, they turned around and ran away.

Like a flying white silk, it swished into the woods and disappeared.

The old man was surprised and looked at the Chichang Zun Soul Flag in his hand: "The magic weapon of the Immortal Master is so powerful."

Tu Shanjun laughed dumbly, he was not a magic weapon yet.

But this old man knows his stuff.

It's a pity that the old man is not a Qi practitioner.

Without the leading ghost, most of the remaining ghosts died tragically at the hands of soldiers.

With black dog blood and military formation, these low-level ghosts have no power to resist.