Stronger Than The Old Heavenly Master, You Say He Is A Newcomer?

Accompanied by the dragon veins, bursts of dragon chant.

this moment.

The Changbai Mountain where the dragon veins are located, the snow-white mountain peak trembled, causing an avalanche, like a dragon being angry, about to burst out of it, but fortunately this place is located in a high mountain, few people can reach here, and the avalanche caused no casualties.

However.

It is also this big movement.

On the top of the Longmai Mountain, a middle-aged man stood there. He looked majestic. If he was born in ancient times, he would be an emperor.

He seemed to feel the reason for the dragon's anger, his eyes were like torches, and he looked towards the direction of Daxinganling, as if he wanted to see everything that happened in Daxinganling through a long distance.

"Huh? Someone made a town-level ghost?"

in words.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, pointed his finger at the dragon vein mountain peak, and gestured in the air, drawing golden lines as he passed, and then he slapped it, and the golden ancient talisman outlined was driven into the dragon vein by him.

immediately.

The dragon's veins, which had previously roared and shook the world, returned to peace and harmony.

Although he didn't go to Daxing'an Mountains, as the person who guards the dragon's veins, he is also the real dragon guard who sits in the Northeast. How could he not know what happened in the Northeast recently, and after a little deliberation, he guessed the general idea.

"Is Sen Luosi in the Northeast just to refine a town-level ghost? Is it to counter our company, or to lock Longjing, or... both."

The middle-aged man said.

but.

He has no plans to leave, he is responsible for guarding the dragon veins, unless the foundation of the dragon veins is endangered, he will not go.

And obviously.

Sen Luosi had thought of this a long time ago, so even if he borrowed the energy of the dragon veins to refine the national-level ghosts, he did not dare to start directly from the peaks of the dragon veins, but from other places in the dragon veins, after hunting the Northeast Wujia and other monsters in the northeast to collect them. Avoid being discovered. After all, the monsters in the Northeast are more or less influenced by the energy of dragon veins.

...

the other side.

Daxing'an Mountains, in the cave.

Looking at the windless and automatic, floating in the center of the altar, the fat man was excited:

"Hey, it's done, the soul-calling flag, the ghost of the township."

A dodge.

The fat man appeared on the altar, and reached out to take down the soul-calling flag. He didn't play with it, but looked back outside the cave:

"Now there must be an uproar outside. Fortunately, there is a tailor to help attract the firepower, but we can't relax, let's get out of here first."

The soul-calling banner became a movement, and the fat man could feel the turmoil even in the cave, so he didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he hurriedly left with the soul-calling banner.

And as expected.

It wasn't long before his front feet came out of the cave.

A large number of ghost exorcists have already left outside Daxing'an Mountains, even the five families in the Northeast have come. Among them, there are many mice in Hui's house, at least tens of thousands.

"Search with all your strength to find out who Sen Luosi is. You must find out exactly what kind of ghost Sen Luosi made."

It was Huang Qingshan who spoke.

Originally, he was rushing to the tailor's place, but because of what happened here, he had to turn the helicopter over.

His voice fell.

A dense mass of juniors from the five Northeast families flooded into Daxing'an Mountains, rushing towards the surrounding caves that still exude a terrifying atmosphere, although these juniors from the five Northeast families are actually ordinary rats, snakes and so on.

But it can't stand the large number, and the search depends on the amount of piles.

soon.

After searching by the juniors from the five northeastern families, Huang Qingshan found the extremely hidden cave.

one into it.

Huang Qingshan and the others were shocked by the blood inside, and some even vomited all over the place in the face of the stench and blood. Huang Qingshan endured the stench and approached the altar:

"What kind of ghost is this refining, can you see it?"

he asked an old weasel on his shoulder.

It was an elder of the Huang family.

The weasel jumped down and turned into a little old man on crutches. He looked back and forth at the altar, and then talked with several members of the analysis team of the Department of Health and Dao beside him. It didn't take long to get the situation from the remaining clues.

"Spirit-calling banner? Are you sure?"

Huang Qingshan's expression changed when he heard the weasel's words, and he said in a deep voice:

"Sen Luosi is planning to expand vigorously, is it really going to surface?"

His words speak out.

The assistant and other exorcists who followed beside him cast doubtful glances.

To this.

Huang Qingshan did not have any ink marks, and explained:

"I think you all know the effect of the soul-calling banner, which is to summon the soul, and the function of the town-level soul-calling banner is actually the ultimate version of the soul-calling extradition. spiritualism."

"To put it simply, if I hold the soul-calling banner in my hand now, if you are weaker than me, you will be directly waved by me, and your soul will be taken away by me, and put into the soul-calling banner for its use."

Thriller.

The hearts of all the people present jumped when they heard it, and they understood why this thing can be defined as a national town, which can definitely shake or even subvert a country.

Just imagine.

If you reach the level of the real dragon guard, or the level of the Northeast Senluosi curtain master, and hold this soul-calling flag, then you will not die with a wave of your hand, and there is basically no possibility of survival. After all, they are too much stronger than them. less.

and……

After being taken away, the soul can still be used by it. This is even more exaggerated than the zombie outbreak. After all, zombies need to be bitten to become zombies, but as long as the soul-calling banner is waved, all creatures in a certain range will be sucked away by the soul , become its slave.

With this thing, Sen Luosi does not need to be afraid of the Guardian, unless he brings a town-level magic weapon, otherwise he dares to send a powerful one, and Sen Luosi dares to take the master into his pocket.

...

at the same time.

Outside the Greater Khingan Mountains.

Relying on his own strength, although Huang Qingshan and the others responded in a timely manner, Fatty still left Daxinganling with the soul-calling flag.

He didn't intend to stay in the Northeast and decided to leave the Northeast.

before leaving.

The fat man took out a box from his pocket:

"By the way, there is one more thing to do."

It was given to him by the tailor before, and it was said that after the soul-calling banner was refined, he would ask him for help with something, and the content was in the box.

Immediately afterwards.

The fat man opened the box, which contained a note with an address and a letter written on it:

[Fatty man, you still kept your promise and didn’t forget my request. When you read this letter, there is a high probability that I will be caught by the Department of Health and Dao. You don’t need to save me, because I need your help next time. Busy, it doesn't matter if you save me or not.

I need you to go to a place, the address I wrote to you, just the first address, there are two coffins, one is my body, the other is my mother.

I think when you see this, with your intelligence, you should be able to think of what I want you to do. 】

As the fat man saw this, he subconsciously glanced at the soul-calling banner in his hand, and suddenly understood why the tailor had to refine it himself before opening the box, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching:

"You tailor... are you trying to compete with me? Do you want to be so bloody that you don't hesitate to become a villain in order to resurrect your mother."

in words.

Fatty's eyes flickered, no one knew what he was thinking at this moment, but he just stared in the direction of the tailor and murmured:

"Tailor, I've always said that you are low, I was wrong, now your style is higher than mine."

The side is talking.

The fat man did not forget to continue reading the contents of the letter.

As he watched, his brows gradually frowned, and he even burst into a rare swear word:

"You are a tailor!"

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