I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 131
The more Zhuang Shichen beat him, the more frightened he became.

The evil spirits on the tenth floor of Qi training are so powerful.

The front of the fist shone with pale golden light, able to counter his majestic mana.

The evil ghost was supposed to be first-class suppressed by the monks of the same level, but he did not expect the other party to be able to compete with him.

Forget it, the Banner Controlling cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training also performed the Three Rainbow Sword Art superbly, faintly suppressing him.

"Am I a disciple of Yuan Lingzong, or is he?"

Zhuang Shichen couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart.

Practicing by itself consumes a lot of energy. Practicing is boring and painful. To be able to cultivate to the late stage of Qi training at such a young age should be considered a talent. If you add this great achievement of the Three Rainbow Sword Art, it will be amazing.

This kind of comprehension, he can't compare at all.

As everyone knows, it's not Wen Yue who is controlling the Dharma sword, it's actually the qi-training tenth-level evil spirit in front of him who controls the Dharma sword.

"Why punch to the flesh, I can also use magic tools and talismans through the Banner Lord. The magic power can also be equivalent to a monk of the same level."

"That's right, this should be my way of fighting."

The impenetrable place of the day is instantly accessible.

The reason why monks are powerful is that they can strengthen themselves with the help of magic tools, talismans... and other foreign objects. If we talk about how powerful the physical body is, the physical bodies of ghosts and zombies are actually much stronger than monks of the same level.

Tu Shanjun is different, he not only has a powerful physical body with evil spirits, but also can draw mana from the banner master.

Therefore, his fighting style does not need to be limited to boxing and melee combat. He can also use magic tools, talismans, and chanting magic formulas.

Diversified fighting methods can give full play to his strength.

"Three rainbows."

The two dharma swords turned into six condensed sword lights, intertwined and rushed towards each other, whizzing through the air and exploding.

At the same time, Tu Shanjun had already arrived in front of Zhuang Shichen, bowing his horse on the ground, and his fists had already been integrated into all his movements.

The evil ghost suddenly grew on the forehead, and three inches of horny skin was transparent.

After getting close to Zhuang Shichen, Tu Shanjun, who was already familiar with Yuan Linggong, was able to use the transparent ghost horn to see the flow of aura nodes on his body, looking for opportunities to attack.

boom.

The huge force made Zhuang Shichen stagger, and the magic robe was rolled up, and the inside was covered with talismans to form tiny lines covering his body.

'Hundred ghosts travel at night. '

Wen Yue pinched the phantom of the evil ghost again, not giving Zhuang Shichen a chance to breathe.

"Damn it!" Zhuang Shichen was furious, but even more frightened.

Turning his head and glanced at the eyes of the formation, the formation has already been opened.

Can't get in now, only after seven days can the evil spirit inside be released, and the formation can be completely untied.

At this time, not to mention a little Qi training, even a great foundation-builder can't change it.

As soon as the thought came to him, Zhuang Shichen threw out three talismans, and the spirit snakes intertwined into a blue anaconda dragon, circling to kill Wen Yue.

When Tu Shanjun came back to help, Zhuang Shichen swung the flying sword, stepped on the flying sword, turned his head and ran away.

If he didn't run away, his life would be in danger.

He still has a bright future, and he doesn't want to die in the hands of this white-haired monk.

Moreover, Zhuang Shichen couldn't see the way of the white-haired monk at all, and his exercises were upright and familiar.

The control of the soul banner is exquisite.

The soul banner evil spirit is powerful and possesses superb swordsmanship, even he is suppressed.

If it wasn't because Wen Yue only had the seventh level of Qi training, he would have felt that he was facing a monk on the eleventh level.

But this is not a shameful thing, if you can't beat it, you can't beat it, so why should you lose your life here?

So Zhuang Shichen ran away, Feijian's speed was very fast, and its quality had to be at least average.

In the blink of an eye, it had already disappeared into the red mist.

Slaying the anaconda dragon with his sword, Tu Shanjun looked in the direction where Zhuang Shichen disappeared.

The man ran too fast, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the blood mist was so thick that it covered his consciousness most.

The direction of Tongguan City.

The blood-colored evil spirit that swept across the city wall had been spread, and the blood-stained city wall was dyed red, touching the distance like tentacles.

"what is this?!"

The fog began to sink from the sky, trying to bury the entire Tongguan.

The common people in Tongguan became weaker and paler and weaker, their black pupils were stained with blood, and when they coughed, blood gushed out from the corners of their mouths, their eyes rolled over and they passed out.

The soldiers who retreated from the tower battlefield looked grim.

An Nanbo's face was a little distorted. He didn't know what was wrong. He felt that he was more irritable than usual today, and there seemed to be a repressed hostility in his heart that wanted to surge up from his chest, and he couldn't spit it out.

He could see that not only him, but also other soldiers, and some even drew their swords at each other.

An Nanbo's rationality told him not to let it go, otherwise, the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty would fight first without rushing to kill them.

"Song Kui, go organize the soldiers to fetch water and cover their mouths and noses with a wet rag. There is something wrong with the blood mist covering the sun."

"The seriously wounded are evacuated to the Marshal's Mansion, and the lightly wounded will follow."

"Skin wounds, the soldiers who don't have too many wounds are left behind."

"Iron Head." Annambo roared.

The iron head clad in blood armor clasped his hands: "The end is here."

"Organize manpower to suppress riots in the city. Anyone who rapes and loots will be killed without mercy." This example cannot be set. Once there is chaos in the city, government orders and troop deployment will be completely unable to keep up, and the only way to do it is to destroy it.

"Here."

"Could it be that the sky is going to kill me?" An Nanbo looked at the distant sky, his eyes flashed with sorrow, no matter how high or low the martial arts practitioners are, they are all ants in front of the monks, and they are helpless in the face of this natural disaster. .

"Boss, what does uncle say?"

"Stay true to your heart. Anyone who commits crimes in the city will be killed without mercy." Tie Tou suppressed the irritability in his heart, his eyelids twitched slightly, and even though his complexion was normal, he could actually detect signs of evil spirits entering his body.

The casual cultivators standing in the air looked surprised.

"What a huge blood evil spirit."

They were also attracted by the abnormal sight of Tongguan.

And even Wen Yue came here one step ahead, they were naturally unwilling to lag behind, if any big opportunity really came up, if they didn't fight for it, they would regret it in the future.

Not to mention longevity, every step is a great temptation for them.

"What should we do now? If the evil spirit is allowed to rush in, it will be almost impossible for the people in the city to survive." The beautiful woman monk looked at the people beside her, with worry in her expression.

The momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and it is already taller than Tongguan.

Just one last push and it will be fully covered.

Today's Tongguan is in danger.

"Can you stop it?" Cultivator Yuan Gun looked at the crowd with a questioning look in his eyes. In fact, there was a slight flicker in his eyes, and he felt that he couldn't stop it.

The casual cultivators were silent.

If they block it now, they will also have to face the dilemma of the evil energy entering their bodies. Even if they can use their mana to resist the wear and tear, it will delay their own entry. Even after their mana is exhausted, they may not be able to stop it.

In fact, people are more likely to ask, 'Can you stop it? '

Even if they go to block it, can they really stop it?

Looking back at the people in Tongguan, all the monks were unwilling to be this villain, so he, an old man half buried in the earth, spoke.

Lu Laodao said helplessly: "We can't stop it."

"Amitabha." Monk Laitou softly recited the Buddha's name and bowed his head.

The taciturn middle-aged man who was always in the crowd stood up.

Without further ado, he directly activated Feidun, and the magic power of his body formed light-colored wings.

"Isn't this clearly sending you to death?"

The young man holding the sword looked at the middle-aged man flying up, how much area and how long could he block with the man's fourth-level qi training?
Lu Laodao sighed, he is old after all, if he still had blood, he would go there, but today he is afraid.

"I'll go as well."

With a flick of her colorful sleeves, the beautiful woman in the palace skirt rushed into the sky with evil spirits.

The stern man who practiced Qi at the fifth level stood up immediately and rushed to where the banner of Annan Bo was.

At least let them mortal soldiers know what this is, the city is not safe, and the people should be evacuated quickly. With the obstruction of Tongguan City, some people may be able to survive.

The evil spirit and blood mist that has reached forty feet is still growing.

The taciturn Zhang Zhichen stood in front of the blood mist with a dignified expression. He only had the fourth level of Qi training, and he knew it, but he didn't want to lie to himself.He wanted to save the people in the city, and he could see the lives of those on the ground.

Zhang Zhichen turned his head, and then looked at the huge wave of blood demon in front of him: "Cultivating immortals, you can cultivate like a bird fairy!"

With a wave of his hand, 19 yuan of spirit stones engraved with French characters were arranged in front of him, forming a light shield.

An Nanbo saw the figure in the sky: "Master Immortal?"

Then he looked around, if the immortal master came, then Wen Yue should have come too.

It's a pity that he didn't find Wen Yue at all, and the figure in the sky was also alone.

Maybe it was because of Zhang Zhichen's shout, the huge wave of blood demon that was ready to go crashed down.

Cracks appeared in the mask in front of him, maybe it will be completely broken in a few breaths.

At this time, Zhang Zhichen realized that he had made a big mistake, and it was simply not something manpower could compete with.

A figure appeared beside him, with his palm resting on his back, infused with mana.

The cracked light shield had no tendency to spread.

Zhang Zhichen looked back, it was Xu Qing.

The mana of the fifth level of Qi training forms a light-colored shield.

Xu Qing smiled: "Why are you so surprised, you can come? I can't?"

The colorful sleeves are good at facing the wind, and they turned into a long silk wrapping around Liang Ran's side, alienating the evil spirit.

……

Wen Yue sacrificed the soul banner and stood it in the eye of the formation. At the same time as mana poured in, the soul banner seemed to become a black hole, continuously absorbing the bloody evil energy around it.

With the scouring of the evil spirit, the main pole of the soul flag turned into a bright red color as if it was being re-calcined.

Boundless evil spirit poured in crazily.

Wen Yue sat cross-legged in front of the soul banner, holding the formula with both hands, making the seal guide the soul banner.

The main pole has been refined into a seamless one, and the soul banner is suddenly stretched, and the rectangular banner cloth turns into a long dragon hovering around the main pole, spirally circling in the sky.

It's like a giant funnel.

The larger the area, the faster the absorption of evil energy, so for the sake of the people in Tongguan, the magic power in Wen Yue's body poured out desperately.

The originally dense blood mist around him descended rapidly.

The incongruous lines on the banner surface were also corrected, as if the stitches were removed and re-stitched.

Tu Shanjun can clearly feel that the soul banner is evolving and becoming stronger.

(End of this chapter)