I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 115 Impersonation
The rustling wind and snow made the earth a large expanse of whiteness.

After all, the time is like this, we can't ask God to stop the snow for a while before we go.

Even though they didn't bring any personal guards, Wen Chong and more than a dozen people still came with Wen Yue.

They were raised by the Hou's mansion, so the young master can't be left alone.

Even if Wen Yue is a Qi trainer, they have to follow, not to mention helping in fighting, at least they can help with communication, daily life and other trivial matters.

Wen Chong said with surprise: "My lord, Qingwen Mountain is ahead."

At the foot of Qingwen Mountain, the courtyard of the former village could still be vaguely seen. Three tile-roofed houses were cleaned out by everyone, and a fire started after they were mended.

This day, even the soldiers with strong blood can't bear it.

They only have a superficial understanding of inner qi. If they use inner qi to keep warm, they will not be able to keep up with their own consumption.

"My lord, Qingwen Mountain is very haunted by ghosts, and merchants don't take this route anymore." Wen Chong raised his fire, and handed the wine pot he had reserved to Wen: "My lord, drink some wine to warm yourself up."

Haunted?

What I was looking for was a haunted place. If there were no ghosts, what would I do in this wilderness.

Wen Yue took a sip of the spirits and didn't drink any more.

Just such a little thing has to be finely ground with magic power to dissolve impurities.

"Let the brothers be more vigilant." Wen Yue walked out of the brick house after giving two instructions, and used his superficial mana to leave magic stones to resist ordinary ghosts. If something crossed the line, he could quickly detect it.

This battle was not about fighting against others, but mainly about seeking information, so Wen Yue was more cautious, and he didn't want to expose himself.

In the evening, the wind and snow were much lighter.

Wen Yue, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes, the seal in his hand moved, and stretched the soul banner, the blue-black arm protruded from it first, and then the huge body squeezed out.

Tu Shanjun, who was seven feet tall, appeared in the room, blocking the bright yellow flame not far away.

Wearing a black robe, the wild red hair was draped wantonly on the back of the head, and the two fleshy bumps on the forehead had already changed from the original blue-gray similar to the face to blue-black.

"gentlemen."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, stretched out his ghost hand, and the gray ghost fog condensed into words: "If there is any change, go quickly." '

"I understand." Wen Yue nodded, of course he understood the truth.

Mr. is the main soul of the soul flag, the condensed body looks like flesh and blood, but in reality it is not, even if a large area is missing, you can also use the evil spirit to revitalize the soul to repair the body.

Mister is much stronger than him, even Mister can't deal with him, of course he has to evacuate quickly to avoid disaster.

He explained everything and left everything that might be lost in Wen Yue's hands.

Tu Shanjun disappeared in the room.

Wen Yue didn't stay idle either, he laid out magic stones to absorb the spirit energy around him, and held two pieces of spirit stones in his hands, and put the Yinhun Pill in front of him where he could take it at will.

It's all about securing mana support.

At this time, the temperature outside was very low, but Tu Shanjun didn't feel it.

His body can automatically shield this kind of cold and heat without any consciousness.

Take a long breath.

The cold air quickly filled the lungs, but it also couldn't satisfy the current Tu Shanjun.

He didn't quite know what his body looked like.

If it is a ghost, the body is not an illusory spirit body, but also has a real form.If it is a monster, his body is composed of evil spirits, which can be supplemented and repaired with evil spirits.

Even if he is injured, he can use evil energy to repair it, unless the evil energy and mana are unsustainable, then he will be blown up.

It's like when I was fighting with the guarding immortal master under the Bafang County.

After being blown up, the body rested in the soul banner for a long time, and it took a lot of evil energy to revitalize the soul before recovering.

No matter what, this body is stronger than ordinary ghosts, and when fighting against ghosts of the same level, his strength is even more crushing.

It's just that it will be suppressed when fighting with Qi trainers.

Originally, Mr. Tu Shan thought it was because he was a ghost and was naturally restrained by monks.After the battle with Cui Guang, he seemed to have caught something again, and felt that it shouldn't be what he thought at first.

It seems to be related to his fighting style.

It's just that the flash of inspiration was not at the right time, and it was difficult to think carefully during the battle. Looking back now, it is really impossible to find the state at that time.

Shaking his head without thinking too much, we will study this matter later, it is better not to delay too much now.

After all, Wen Yue's mana was limited, and he couldn't support his slow movements.

Tu Shanjun felt that it should be because he hadn't had free activities for a long time, so he was a bit depressed by nature.

The battle is indeed very hearty, but it is too tiring.

People have to be honest with themselves, and don't suppress their emotions too much.

Cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, that's all.

Tu Shanjun felt that he should be more honest with himself.

He took a long breath, and the lungs that breathed in the cold air were exhaled completely.

Tu Shanjun, dressed in a black robe, went straight to Qingwenshan Taoist temple.

He has already seen the evil spirit, where the evil spirit is concentrated the most.

The upper air outlet even blows down the smell of ghosts, and Tu Shanjun smelled it.

View of Qing Wen.

The place is quite large. From the outside, the raised and entrenched building looks like a crawling monster.

Just because there is no need to clean it again, the Taoist temple has been dilapidated.

The place is big, and if no one lives in it, other things will naturally live in it.

For example, a lonely ghost with no one to rely on.

Of the couplets at the door, only the lower couplet on the left remains.

'Getting started, ghosts see the real me. '

It seems a little strange, Tu Shanjun wanted to climb over the wall and enter the hospital, but he was afraid of scaring the snake.

It is better to learn one-handed knives.

Just on a snowy night, lean on the kiln of the ghost king in Qingwen Mountain.

He simply didn't cover up, pushed open the door of the Taoist temple, and walked in with big strides.

The pale thing hidden behind the door stretched out its arm, and a bloodshot eye opened in the center of the palm, looking up and down at Tu Shanjun.

Seeing the meaty ghost horns on Tu Shanjun's head, his pupils shrank slightly.

Asked in a sharp voice: "But Yinfenggu, the two-horned ghost king?"

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly,

Is he or is he not?
I wanted to rely on the kiln, but now I got an identity for nothing.

In case the two-horned ghost king comes later, wouldn't it be a fight?
Besides, there won't be any familiar ghosts in it, right?

The courageous ones are supported to death, the timid ones are starved to death, this trip is for the purpose of inquiring information, if they are free, they may be underestimated.

Since you have an identity, use it first, for fear of being a bird.

"That's right, a certain one."

As soon as the roar came out, ghost mist rolled over his body.

When the kid behind the door was startled, he hurriedly made amends, not to mention he didn't dare to stop him: "My lord, please come inside."

"Yin Wind Valley, the two-horned ghost king has arrived!"

Along with the Gaomen singing and drinking, the little ghosts in the Taoist temple started to rush around.

The originally dilapidated Taoist temple took on a new look, covered by the ghostly aura above, and even the wind and snow were repelled.

Tu Shanjun's face was ashen, and he did not change his expression, and walked into the main hall with his head held high.

Different from the dilapidated outermost layer, the main hall is brightly lit, with carved railings and jade bricks, making it look like an ordinary government hall.

When he saw the first ghost again, Mr. Tu Shan knew that his thoughts were correct.

Fortunately, Wen Yue was not allowed to follow.

As soon as the magic power is turned, the spirit official's eyes open, the tenth floor, or the eleventh floor of Qi training?
He couldn't see through the ghost in front of him at all.

This ghost is not tall, he is five feet six seven, and his head is not big. On the contrary, his face is not much different from ordinary people except that it looks pale.

Dressed in fancy clothes, she was sitting on that wide seat, with colorful Yin Ji on both sides pouring wine.

This is Qing Wenshan Big Head Ghost King?

Tu Shanjun frowned, he was no match for this ghost, at least not yet.

A flicker of light flashed by.

Looking around, there are five seats in total, four of which have been seated by ghosts, and the lowest one has eight levels of Qi training.

There is a sizing look in their eyes, and it seems that they all have a certain amount of wisdom.

Zombies, female ghosts, old men, bear ghosts.

"Two-horned ghost king, quickly take the seat." The big-headed ghost king said, with a smile on his face.

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands: "Thank you, Big Head Ghost King."

The ghost in Huafu waved his hand: "Hey, brothers with two horns don't need to be too polite, they are just little ghosts in the corner of the horns, how can they be called ghost kings."

"It's troublesome, he speaks clearly, and he should be very familiar with people. His expression doesn't show emotions, and his strength is strong. This is a very troublesome ghost." Tu Shanjun thought to himself.

It was originally intended to increase strength, but now it seems that Wen Yue should be reminded to leave early.

No wonder this ghost was able to occupy the top of the mountain, but it has not been wiped out by Yuan Lingzong and Wulingzong. Firstly, he has a remote location and no rumors of harming anyone, and secondly, this ghost is very powerful.

Tu Shanjun reckoned that this ghost's strength should be practicing Qi Dzogchen.

It's useless to think too much, since you've found out the strength of Qingwenshan Ghost King, and you already know that the other party is not easy to mess with, so let's not mess with it for now.

Looking at these evil spirits in the field, they should also have their own mountains, such as the guy he is pretending to be called now, who is said to be from Yinfenggu.

He is not the opponent of that big-headed ghost, can't he pick the soft persimmon?
Get these demons and ghosts into the soul streamer one by one, and his strength should reach the tenth level of Qi training.

At that time, maybe we can break the wrist with the big head.

Tu Shanjun simply entered the table and sat cross-legged.

The big-headed ghost king waved his hand, and immediately two beautiful bone girls sat beside Tu Shanjun, their frail and boneless bodies clung to Tu Shanjun's arms, and poured wine for Tu Shanjun at the same time.

The skin of the bone girl is beautiful, but it is cold to the touch, without any warmth.

Compared with the female ghost, Tu Shanjun is more interested in the bottle of wine in front of him.

The dark red wine has no bloody smell, but has a faint fragrance, which is very attractive.

Tu Shanjun grabbed the wine bottle with his big hands, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The pure spirit and evil spirit immediately melted into his body, and his strength actually loosened a bit.

Moreover, this wine has a mellow taste, buzzing and blooming in the mouth, which is endless aftertaste.

"Good wine!"

Tu Shanjun blurted out, his eyes were burning, not only because of the wine, but because he felt the long-lost taste.

"As long as the two-horned brothers like it."

"This is a wine brewed from the sap of a hundred-year-old banyan tree, and it has been cellared in the shade for several years. It is a rare wine."

The big-headed ghost raised his glass with a smile.

Not to mention himself, just letting Tu Shanjun feel the pleasure of eating and drinking, and being able to slightly improve his cultivation base is already very satisfying to him.

"Two-horned ghost king, here we come!"

The high gate sings and shouts again.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became dignified.

All the ghosts looked at Mr. Tu Shan in unison.

The big-headed ghost king in the first seat squinted his eyes, put down the wine bottle in his hand, randomly pulled a concubine into his arms, and looked quietly at the door.

(End of this chapter)