I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 226
Two months in a hurry.

When the dawn is faint.

The large spirit boat from Yangcheng arrived at Wanfa Zongfang City.

The light leaped from the ground and reflected on the body of the spirit boat, making the originally flickering light of the magic circle even more dazzling, and the rippled crystal-like barrier of the magic formation slowly receded, revealing the huge figure of the spirit boat.

The spirit boat is like a giant beast that descends from the clouds, blocking the sunlight that should have been swaying down.

The dark shadows are a little more cold and solemn.

Accompanied by the roaring sound, the spirit boat stopped completely.

The steam generated by burning the spirit stone added a veil to Fangshi, like a beauty who is dressing up.

The deck moves on the airport platform.

The huge gate was lifted amidst the sound.

"rise!"

A loud voice sounded.

The camel beast adjusted its body shape, stood up on six legs, snorted, shook its huge head and slowly climbed up, stepping on the deck in a stable manner.

Boom sound.

The orderly team of camel beasts came down from the deck.

The monk holding the rein turned over and jumped onto the camel beast, sitting on its back.

The new monk looked around at Wanfazong's square city, as if comparing it with Yangcheng.

In their eyes, everything is so novel.

Although there are no gongs and drums, playing and singing, it looks very lively.

The huge caravan gathered was divided into different categories, and was digested by the Wanfazong's square market in the mist.

Trade communication brings not only profits, but also stimulates industries and provides jobs, creating a thriving scene.

As the spirit boat vacated, those monks who had already bought their tickets also started to move.

Scattered monks are different from caravans, they can board the boat earlier.

"Who is the name, the proof..."

The long line was full of monks boarding the boat.

The monks in Yangcheng control the order, and there are small official registration records at the ticket gates.

It is estimated that the boarding trip will last for a long time.

"Boy, your ticket is wrong."

As soon as the words fell, all the monks queuing up around looked over, some were watching the play with their shoulders folded, and some were indifferent.

"Senior, why is my ticket wrong?"

"It doesn't have our Yangcheng logo on it. Either you bought a fake ticket from someone else, or you forged the boat ticket." The little official in charge explained it to the young monk and said The boat ticket was refunded.

"Impossible." Still in a daze, the young man took the boat ticket.

This is just a small episode of boarding a boat.

Registration is not only for recording information in case of emergency, but also for finding out about it.

There will always be monks trying to take advantage of the loopholes.

Seeing that the young monk was not very old, the person in charge didn't speak ill, and he didn't order the monks in Yangcheng to repair it.

If this kind of thing happened to him usually, he would probably have to beat him up and throw him out.

"Senior, I don't know where you come from?"

The person in charge was asking a young man respectfully and carefully, and because of the strength of the young man's foundation building, his attitude became softer.

"I don't know that Yangcheng still likes to inquire about other people's origins." The young man with nine fingers turned cold, and handed over the spirit boat ticket in his hand.

"Forgive me senior, I didn't intend to search for senior's footsteps. It's just that my young master's friend disappeared, so I just said a few words."

"This is the portrait of my young master's friend. He is a disciple of Wanfazong. I wonder if you have encountered it before?"

The old man in charge unfolded the portrait on the side.

It was Ding Xie's appearance, vivid and exact.

The Nine Fingers youth's expression remained unchanged, he shook his head slightly and said, "I've never seen it before."

Afterwards, he took the boat ticket and boarded the spirit boat amidst the old man in charge's confession.

"Fortunately, I listened to Brother Tu Shan's words and changed my appearance, otherwise Zi Shaoqing would have found us." Ding Xie walked across the deck, walking non-stop, looking back, he saw most of the market from the height of the airport .

Bannei Tushanjun doesn't have any sense of accomplishment, but it's just out of caution, coupled with the fear of the real person at the peak of Jindan, so it is inevitable to be considerate in doing things.

With Zi Shaoqing's character of forcing her head down without drinking water, the other party will definitely not give up until she achieves her goal.

People are unreliable in the face of interests, even monks will also fight because of greed.

Why don't you ask those monks who traveled in groups and returned with only one person in the end, if they have experienced tragic killings.

For Tu Shanjun, it is a good thing to use a little hands and feet and not get involved in trouble.

He just wants to quietly absorb the evil energy, find the Yin God to improve his own strength, and then become a fairy, completely getting rid of the shackles that can only be guarded.

The spirit boat sets sail.

Flying high like a roc.

The corrugated crystal defensive formation was covered in a circle again.

The roar of the array instrument became more and more muffled, thousands of spirit stones burned, and white steam poured into the clouds beside him.

The escape speed of a large spirit boat is comparable to that of a golden elixir, and you can't feel the passage of time in the cabin.

In fact, they left Wanfafang City within a few breaths.

There is a huge gap between each major realm. Even if the peak of foundation establishment is successful in escapism, it can't keep up with the ordinary running of ordinary gold elixir.

The spirit boat jumped in the sea of ​​clouds, its huge body like a giant beast made the spirits living in the sea of ​​clouds dare not touch their brows, and even had to worry about whether they would be killed by the monks in the spirit boat.

Being in a closed environment, Tu Shanjun was at ease.

The rare and stable days made people relax a lot.

Originally, one string was always tense, the body was not tired, and the soul was inevitably exhausted, especially every day, I had to wait in fear for Wan Fazong's sentence on Ding Xie, and I was also afraid of being discovered by the monks.

Now it's finally time to rest.

The art of hooking talismans is becoming more and more powerful, and several fourth-order talismans can be drawn.

A lot of materials were bought in the market and let them do what they want.

Tu Shanjun's talisman-making skills are superb to the naked eye, but the alchemy and weapon refining skills are relatively slow.Maybe it's a matter of talent, or a lack of understanding of these two aspects. Alchemy has just entered the foundation building, and the alchemy technique can only refine the low-level magic weapon for refining Qi.

The talisman formations are not divided into families, and there are not small gains along the way.

……

Ding Xie's face was full of bewilderment and vigilance.

He was standing at the front of the street with bluestone slabs, the restaurant beside him was full of noise, and pedestrians walked past him.

Perhaps Xiaocheng just woke up, a little sleepy, and seemed a little dull.

"Illusion?" Ding Xie seemed to realize something.

As a great foundation-building cultivator with a fake mental state, how could he easily fall into the illusion? What's more, he was clearly in the large spirit boat bound for Yangcheng last moment, so how could he be able to do so? The momentary trance in him pulled him into an illusion.

The other party's cultivation base is really boundless.

"what?"

Ding Xie couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

His cultivation seemed to have disappeared.

The ability to fly to the sky and escape from the earth is gone, and now he is just an ordinary person wearing his own skin.

"banner!"

Feeling flustered in my heart, I couldn't help calling Tu Shanjun.

As the breeze blew, a tall figure appeared beside Ding Xie.

that moment.

The wind stopped and the clouds stopped, and the high-hanging sun was no longer hot.

Pedestrians who came and went stood still, and the fluttering flags of wine shops also stopped in mid-air.

The original fragrance of birds and flowers disappeared.

The blue waves under the small bridge are visible, but they seem to be frozen.

All this is due to the presence of people around me.

With a solemn blue face and red hair scattered wildly.

The two-inch ghost horns are just for decoration.

The current Tu Shanjun is no longer as ferocious as before, his rough face has become refined, less ugly and terrifying, and more serene and divine.

"Brother Tu Shan, where is it?" Ding Xie looked at what happened in front of him in surprise.

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, and the frozen world around him restarted.

Explained: "The world in the banner."

"It's still rudimentary."

"I have improved the dream technique to bring in your thoughts." Tu Shanjun added.

In fact, it is equivalent to only attracting Ding Xie's thoughts, not letting the Yin God enter the streamer. Of course, he cannot use mana and his own spell seal, which is not much different from falling asleep.

That is because Tu Shanjun is the main soul of the soul banner, and the soul banner is bound to Ding Xie's magic weapon, otherwise it would not be so easy to pull in the monks at the peak of foundation establishment.

"Then I have to watch and observe."

Ding Xie, who was determined in his heart, suddenly became interested. He didn't expect that Brother Tu Shan could do this step.

"How did these people come out? Why do they look like living people?"

"Do the food and drinks here also have taste?"

"Can you help me pinch the magical powers?"

"Can the people in here use profound mana?"

"..."

Tu Shanjun was asked one head and two big ones, although he has long been used to it, but is Ding Xie's problem of breaking his mouth so serious even in his dreams?

But Ding Xie did have a question that hit the point.

The people here are considered alive.

Because Tu Shanjun found that the ghosts in the soul banner are very intelligent, so he used the ghost night walk to pinch a memory for the other party, and the other party would seem to come back to life.

However, when the supernatural power is dissipated, the Yin God will reveal its original shape again.

He is highly intelligent and has all the fighting abilities and skills in his lifetime.

However, those ghosts whose spiritual intelligence was wiped out in advance are not so powerful. Although their spiritual intelligence is also high, they are not so handy in battle.

Those ghosts can't ask anything even if they use the soul.

Tu Shanjun did not instill the memory of the previous banner master into the Yin God of the previous banner master.

He thought about it before, but he gave up after hesitating.

What he created in that way was just the monster Tu Shanjun wanted, and it was of no use at all except to give some comfort to the soul.

After all, it's not as lifeless as it used to be.

……

The spirit boat flies with time.

A year has come.

Ding Xie opened his eyes from his meditation.

The divine light in his eyes flickered, and he couldn't suppress it.

At the peak of foundation building, the state of mind is fake, and the cultivation base has reached its peak.

During this year, Ding Xie sorted out the first half of his life, except for his parents, he was consummated.

All obstacles that could become demons have been accounted for.

It's just that when stepping off the spirit boat, even a monk at the peak of Foundation Establishment couldn't help hesitating.

The closer to the village, the slower.

The ups and downs in the heart are not enough to be compared with outsiders.

After three years away, he returned to Yangcheng.

"Brother Tu Shan, if."

"I mean if..."

Of course Tu Shanjun knew what Ding Xie wanted to say, and he only responded with four words: "No if!"

(End of this chapter)