I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

The young monk looked surprised. How could this demon cultivator become so powerful after not seeing him for a few days?

They are completely different.

What should have been a 64-point victory was suddenly evenly matched.

Even vaguely, he seemed to be suppressed by the demon cultivator at the third level of Qi training in front of him.

The Three-foot Flying Sword has sufficient movement and great strength, but it cannot break through the defense of the demon cultivator.

That pole-foot-tall ghost-faced flag should also be an extraordinary magical weapon, at least of the middle grade.

When he thought of the two uninhabited villages, the young man immediately understood where the soul-revering flag in the devil's hand came from.

It must have taken three to four hundred people's blood evil spirits to be sacrificed to refine a medium-grade magic weapon.

"Devil, I can't let you go!"

The young man's eyes were filled with anger and he shouted loudly.

He used his two fingers together to form sword fingers and bit them open. The magic talisman was flung out from his purse, and the bloody sword finger pointed at the magic talisman.

The roaring fireworks filled the air.

The flames formed a large net, blocking Zhao Shixian's path forward.

Seeing the flame net covering him, Zhao Shixian didn't panic at all and sneered: "Low-level magic talismans are nothing but small tricks."

"Open it for me."

Mana poured into the Zunhun Banner, and the huge banner originally wrapped around the main trunk suddenly opened.

Hunting sound.

The evil ghost pictures on the flag are lifelike. The red-haired evil ghost with green face and fangs opens its mouth and spits out black mist to wrap around the soul flag.

The Zunhun Banner turned out to be irresistible in Zhao Shixian's hands.

With a few swings, the flame net in front of him was broken.

The young man's expression was solemn and gloomy.

The Soul Reverend Banner in the hands of the demon leader of the Blood Evil Sect is quite powerful. With his fourth-level Qi training power, he blessed the flying swords and spiritual talismans but could not break the spell, and fell into a disadvantage.

It is said that if it is delayed any longer, it will be suppressed.

"The only option is to fight for your life."

"Light Sword!"

The swords pointed together, and the three-foot spiritual sword fell into his hand.

A mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue sprayed onto the sword, and the originally dim spirit sword suddenly shone with sword light, full of energy.

The young man looked pale and slid his left hand to his waist. A regular blue stone fell into his hand and was grasped by him.

The originally pale face became a little more rosy.

With the spirit sword in hand, the young man stopped retreating.

The swordsmanship is airtight.

The light flickers, sand and stones fly during the performance, and inspiration suddenly appears.

The spiritual sword driven by mana was like a magical weapon, and the surrounding earthen walls and dead trees all turned into ruins under the sword.

Tu Shanjun is ready but not ready, just waiting for a good opportunity.

The ghostly ghosts who are at the third level of Qi training will be suppressed by monks of the same level. Although there is a possibility of a stalemate with Zhao Shixian rashly, they are no match.

So Tu Shanjun has been waiting. Even if he cannot win, he still needs to create a chance for the righteous young man to kill Zhao Shixian.

Tu Shanjun doesn't have too persistent ideas about who will get the Soul Reverend Banner in the future. As long as he can kill Zhao Shixian, he can borrow his power from anyone.

Even if he is facing a righteous immortal master in the Qi training period, as long as he reveals a little bit of the magic of the Soul Reverend Banner, for the sake of his immortal path, this righteous young man will also bring the Soul Reverend Banner to practice together.

In this world, it's not just killing people who can steal souls. There are many places where you can get evil spirits to generate souls.

The fight between the two became more and more intense, and the green stones were broken one after another. Both the young man and Zhao Shixian were injured.

Tu Shanjun, who was hiding in the Zunhun Banner, could see the sweat on Zhao Shixian's body soaked through his outer shirt.

The disheveled hair is so embarrassing.

Both of them were panting like cattle, swallowing big mouthfuls of air, and showed no signs of immortality.

Zhao Shixian's inverted triangular eyes flashed fiercely. Taking advantage of the righteous young man's relaxation, when his magic power flashed, he threw out the three daggers at his waist in an instant.

The young man was awe-inspiring and was about to stop him.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"

Tu Shanjun immediately changed his mind: "Not good!"

Zhao Shixian used three daggers to attract the young man's attention, and then used his backhand move "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk" to directly attack the soul.

Even though Tu Shanjun is only at the third level of Qi training, he can have forty ordinary souls inside, plus a first-level Qi training soul.

It can definitely cause huge damage to a tired young man.

Maybe even achieve success in one fell swoop.

Li Xiaogui roared.

Forty living souls condensed into a green-faced, fanged, red-haired evil spirit and fiercely jumped out from the soul flag, baring their teeth and claws and charging at the young man.

The young man was not frightened and was surprised.

While alert, mana surges.

"I've been prepared for your next move."

"go!"

The young man formed a seal with his hands in front of his dantian. His left and right hands turned like claws, and the spiritual light sword rotated smoothly between his palms.

A sound like a roar of dragons and swords broke through the air.

The flying sword went straight to Zhao Shixian, who was waving the Soul Flag.

Tu Shanjun shouted: "Good time."

"Backlash!"

Just as Zhao Shixian was about to wave the Zunhun Banner to resist, his face suddenly turned ferocious, filled with shock and anger.

His body couldn't move.

An evil ghost got in from the Zunhun Banner and passed right through his head.

The evil ghost did not leave, and immediately got into his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to directly destroy his consciousness and soul.

"How dare you bite back, you beast!" Zhao Shixian shouted sternly.

There seemed to be a huge aura condensed into a beast's roar.

Under the roar, Tushanjun, who turned into a ghost, stiffened for a moment, and his ferocious ghost face was full of anger and hatred: "You are the one who will be killed."

Zhao Shixian was shocked: "It's you?!"

"You still retain your sanity."

"Die!"

A sharp ghost howl sounded.

Tu Shanjun didn't dare to delay. He didn't know why Zhao Shixian's soul had such heavy pressure. He had to kill Zhao Shixian while he was distracted.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Tushanjun, who was at the third level of Qi training, was like plucking onions on a dry land, grabbing Zhao Shixian's soul with two ghost claws.

Zhao Shixian didn't react at all. With just a flicker, Tushanjun pulled Zhao Shixian's soul out of the sea of ​​consciousness and held it in his hand.

"bass."

At the same time, the flying sword pierced Zhao Shixian's heart.

Zhao Shixian looked ferocious and fell straight down.

I will never die with my eyes in peace.

Even though he was dead, he still clutched the Soul Reverend Flag tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger, and he stared blankly at the sky.

Tu Shanjun carried Zhao Shixian's living soul back to the Soul Reverend Banner.

The great revenge was avenged, and Tushanjun laughed heartily.

The ghost roar echoed in the Zunhun Banner.

It's like hitting the water in the middle of the stream, and it keeps flowing.

And now that Zhao Shixian is dead, that righteous young man can survive, and Tushanjun can finally embark on the path to immortality.

The feeling of elation made Tushanjun very happy.

Since then, I have been freed from the cage, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to swim, composing a song...

When he thought that he was dead and had been refined into a soul flag and became the main soul of the soul flag, the overwhelming pride that had just arisen suddenly disappeared.

Let’s take it one step at a time.

There are a total of forty-five ghosts stored inside the Zunhun Banner.

Zhao Shixian, who is on the third level of Qi training, and an unknown ghost who is on the first level of Qi training.

The remaining forty-three villagers were all ghosts born out of resentment during the blood sacrifice formation.

Tu Shanjun even used Zhao Shixian, who was at the top of the third level of Qi training, to break through the third level in one fell swoop and reach the strength of the fourth level of Qi training.

If it weren't for Zhao Shixian being the banner master, the Zunhun Banner might not be able to subdue this living soul at the third level of Qi training, let alone reach a more powerful height with the help of the Yin Soul.

The confrontation between souls is really dangerous.

Because Tu Shanjun had the upper hand and made a sneak attack, seizing the opportunity when Zhao Shixian was concentrating on dealing with the righteous young man, the battle was decided.

As the ghost's body grew stronger, the cyan color of Tushanjun's skin became much lighter, returning to some white color.

The two fangs seemed to have grown longer, and now they looked like the fangs of a big snake, able to be folded and retracted.

The evil ghost paintings on the Zunhun Banner are more exquisite.

satisfy.

Abundant, seemingly infinite power surged out of his body.

After backlashing Zhao Shixian, Tu Shanjun felt that he was stronger.

Maybe it should be stronger for ghosts.

[Successfully backfired on the initial banner master. 】

[Comprehension Skill: Ask Soul]

Click on the scarlet properties panel.

Tushanjun set his sights on emerging skills.