I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 229
The moonlight is vast.

It is night.

The silver gauze fell on Tu Shanjun Rumo's black robe, without any reflection of light, like a black hole containing it all.

"I heard that the young master of Yangcheng is looking for a ghost cultivator in black robes, it must be Your Excellency."

The patriarch of the Ding family moved his gaze to Tu Shanjun.

Despite the gloomy and introverted aura, it still gives people a sense of horror, as if you are in the dark when you look directly at the other party, and your five senses and six senses are suppressed.

There was a one-sided relationship in the past, and the eighth young master of Yangcheng sent someone to inquire, so Ding Chuanli recorded it.

Hearing this, Tu Shanjun's eyes were fixed.

If there was anyone she didn't want to have anything to do with, it would be Yangcheng.

Under the already precarious situation, it is hard to guarantee what the other party will do.

It's like a terminally ill person will always go crazy in order to survive

What's more, Tu Shanjun was already nervous enough to face Jindan in the late stage, and the one in Yangcheng was at the peak of Jindan.

It is said that it is No. 1 under Yuanying, this kind of old monster, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

'Trouble my mind with Yangcheng? '

The thought flashed by, and Tu Shanjun was not affected at all.

Not to mention that Yangcheng didn't know that they had already arrived at Beiluoshan, even if the ancestor of the Ding family passed the news, it would take a lot of effort given the distance.

It is unrealistic to expect that No. 1 under Nascent Soul will fly away.

"When you are bound, the answer will be revealed."

As soon as the cold voice sounded, the hand seal has been formed.

"Ujian!"

The wind rustled, and the shadow of the sword under the moon rang.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows condensed in the darkness, shining coldly under the moonlight.

The turmoil was approaching, and the coercion burst out from Tu Shanjun's body. It seemed that a vacuum zone was formed in the small courtyard, and all the monks were pushed out.

The clan elders at the gate of the courtyard were already panicked.

Once the Jindan cultivator makes a move, he will suffer disaster for hundreds of thousands of miles, maybe the entire Beiluo Mountain will be overthrown.

"The big formation of the Qi family?"

"quick……"

The clan elders were pushing and shoving, and they were about to perform escape techniques and leave.

How could Tu Shanjun give them this chance.

The ghost horns on the forehead wind and converge to form vertical eye lines, the complex and large snow patterns spread out on the top of the head, and the ground lines touch under the feet.

Ignorance Realm, open.

All the monks around were accommodated.

"disease!"

The transformation of the ghost hand made the sword shadow gallop, killing the ancestor of the Ding family and at the same time covering the elder of the Zhuji clan who was performing magic at the entrance of the small courtyard.

It would be better to say that Mr. Tu Shan's original intention was to abolish all the Ding family's foundation-building monks first.

It would be even better if the ancestor of the Ding family was lured back to aid and let him attack.

The patriarch of the Ding family looked awe-inspiring, crossed his hands, and turned his fingers into a lotus seal. The mana barrier turned into a white lotus flower, and the petals immediately flew away and turned into a hard shield, blocking the shadow of the sword condensed by the sword control technique.

The clanging sound of gold and stone clashing can be heard endlessly.

Tu Shanjun's attack was restrained, and the first move was a simple test, and he didn't mean to wanton damage at all.

Everything looks so just right.

The patriarch of the Ding family looked solemnly, because the black-robed ghost cultivator had already appeared in front of him.

The moment he was covered by the upper and lower layers of extended lines, Ding Chuanli felt that this was the worst decision he had ever made. Stepping into the realm of ignorance seemed to be seen through by the other party's next move.

"escape."

"disease."

As the light flickered, Ding Chuanli leaped into the sea of ​​clouds.

The corner of Tu Shanjun's mouth curled up into a smile, which was exactly what he wanted.Then it turned into black light and chased after it.

He wasn't worried about Ding Xie in the courtyard.

With the peak cultivation base and the companion of the magic treasure, the soul banner, even the Jindan cultivator can't do anything to Ding Xie. The strength of the Yin God in the soul banner has regressed compared to before, and it can't hold the advantage of numbers.

Now is definitely not a good time for them to provoke Ding Xie.

……

The sky was cloudy.

The churning mist condensed into a thick mass.

"Why does Fellow Daoist Li need to wade into the muddy water? The souls of the three treasures' father and mother are not in my hands."

"I believe that Li Daoyou's weight in Sambo's heart can make him give up the pursuit of the soul."

"Just continue..."

"Daoyou Ding thinks it's right to do this?" Tu Shanjun said a rare word, but it was just a rhetorical question.

Seeing that Ding Chuanli fell silent, Tu Shanjun said indifferently: "No one will know anything, only a few words are allowed to be kept in secret. It really makes people angry."

"Say it, or say nothing."

Tu Shanjun didn't continue to argue, he has already passed the age of pursuing secrets, and he knows how to protect himself wisely, so as to avoid trouble.

However, some things cannot be compromised.

What's more, Mr. Tu Shan is used to helping relatives but not helping.

A wave.

Jianwan turned into a long shadow and surrounded Tu Shanjun.

When Yujian started, the light of the sword fluttered, like a scaled fish leaping in the clouds.

Ding Chuanli nodded slightly: "Okay, since the old man has not competed with others since he became a golden elixir, let the old man experience the strength of a ghost cultivator."

"Qinglian method."

The lotus platform under the feet manifests, with a total of 29 petals inside and outside.

Even the Taoist robe on his body is covered with patterns, which are connected with the breath of the lotus platform under his feet.

Ding Chuanli flipped his wrist, and the bracelet on his wrist glowed with blue light, and the joint opened to look like a blue rhizome, turning into a magic sword with blue light.

The rhizome of the lotus is used as the handle, and the small lotus stand is used as the sword resistance.

The eight-sided prismatic light turned into a sword light, which only hurts people's eyes.

Although the Beiluoshan Ding family is a famous family, there are not many magic weapons in the family.

The perfect magic weapon is always on Ding Chuanli's body.

"go with!"

Jianwan collided with the Qinglian magic weapon, and Tu Shanjun took two steps back abruptly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

That magic weapon is really extraordinary, it should be an excellent thing.

"burst."

With a thought, the black and red blood attached to the sword pill immediately condensed into a human shape.

bang.

The aftermath of the explosion evaporated the surrounding mist, and also opened up a huge distance between the two suspended figures.

Jianwan and Qinglian's magic weapon were separated at the touch of a touch.

When it was returned to the hand, there were two more shallow cracks in the sword pill. This top-grade magic weapon is not the opponent of the magic weapon at all. It just turned into this appearance after a collision. If it continues to fight for several rounds, it may be scrapped.

Qinglian magic weapon hovered beside Ding Chuanli, and Ding Chuanli's eyes were full of distress.

He was blown up by a spell just now, causing blood to splash on it, which dimmed the aura of the magic weapon a lot, so he couldn't help but feel distressed.

The spirit demon blood killing technique uses Tu Shanjun's ghost blood, so the power is naturally not the same.

Moreover, with Tu Shanjun's research and development of the technique, the blood killing technique has also become more handy, which can play a role of surprise in the fight, especially if the ghost blood is hung on the flying sword in advance, it can catch the opponent off guard.

Tu Shanjun raised his head and glanced at the sky, the twilight was fading.

It's time to end this fight.

Whether it's a trial, a battle of spells, or the use of a magic weapon, the ancestors of the Ding family always showed the appearance of a newcomer to Jindan.

Mr. Tu Shan shouldn't have commented on the opponent like this, but he beheaded a golden core of the Rakshaxu clan, and gained experience by using the soul, so he dominated the battle from the beginning to the end, and also faintly suppressed the front line.

But in the final analysis, the most basic battle of Jindan monks is their respective jurisdictions.

"Heavenly Dao Seal!"

"Death realm of the gods."

……

"Heavenly seal."

"The Purple Mansion grows green lotuses."

The Dao seals of the two were cast at the same time.

The black light and the blue light bloomed separately.

A huge green lotus phantom emerged behind Ding Chuanli, swaying and fluttering, and the originally illusory ground solidified.

Splicing of flipping black light and blooming blue light.

A huge spherical shape was formed, suspended at an altitude of [-] meters.

The battle within the jurisdiction has the least impact on the world, and it will not cause huge damage. Everything is within the controllable range.

This is also a common method used by Jindan monks to fight.

Avoid spreading hundreds of thousands of miles when fighting.

Tu Shanjun's expression is calm, it's normal to comprehend the legal domain. After all, this is the strongest method and the most basic background of the Jindan monk.

However, in Ding Chuanli's eyes, it was horror.

Qinglian behind him was trembling.

The originally noisy wind stopped, and the tumbling clouds were also stopped, and there was something lurking in the darkness.

Ding Chuanli raised his hand, and the hairs on the back of his hand stood up.

Qingguang seized only [-]% of the share, and even the purple mansion that should have been transformed was only half, and the large lotus pond was swallowed by the black light.

"call."

Candles are lit, clustering like stairs.

"Lend me your life."

"Boom!!"

The huge shrine fell from the sky, instantly crushing the half-condensed Zifu, and the shrine on the ruins completely enveloped the swaying green lotus.

"Fellow Daoist, please..."

When the words came to his lips, Tu Shanjun suddenly realized that Ding Xie did not agree to kill the ancestor of the Ding family.

So the second half of the sentence that was brewing was also swallowed abruptly by him.

"That's it."

"broken."

……

Fighting is only a hundred breaths, in fact, it doesn't take too long.

The clan elders in front of the courtyard wanted to open the mountain protection formation, but they got the word from the ancestors to wait first.

Looking inside the door, both the black-robed ghost cultivator and the ancestor ascended to the sky, leaving only Ding Xie in place.

"I propose to take Ding Xie down, and the problem will naturally be solved."

"Aren't you afraid that the Golden Core cultivator will ask you?"

"Third uncle, can't we just sit and wait for death?"

"I think some persuasion might be effective. The seventh uncle is dead, and the rest of us don't owe him anything to Ding Xie."

"..."

A long silence followed.

They made a move three years ago. Although most of them didn't make a move, they all understood the consequences of making a move.

Fighting in the hinterland, I'm afraid that Beiluo Mountain is too high, and I want to level it by several tens of feet.

"Want me to say..."

As soon as the conversation started, only a figure fell from the sky.

"Boom."

He fell to the ground and staggered a few steps before he could stand still. Everyone's eyes widened.

They all exclaimed in unison: "Old Ancestor!"

It was Ding Chuanli who was blown off the clouds with disheveled hair.

Ding Chuanli cupped his hands slightly: "I'm defeated."

"what?!"

"How could the ancestor..."

"..."

Everyone's eyes were different, but they all had indescribable astonishment. Even if they were going to lose, how could it be so fast.

But looking at the appearance of both sides, it is obvious that they lost miserably.

Tu Shanjun's expression hidden under the hood did not change, he just stood quietly beside Ding Xie.

Ding Xie walked out of the door and transmitted a word to Tu Shanjun.

Then he looked at the patriarch of the Ding family: "The soul is back."

"Come with me."

Ding Chuanli didn't continue to write, put down a word, and swung his mana with his big hand, engulfing the aging of the Zhuji tribe as a trance, and flew to the back mountain of Beiluo Mountain.

Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie also followed.

Tu Shanjun also used the big mana condensing circle to seal the courtyard to prevent other monks from sneaking in.

All the objects were frozen, which also happened to protect the soulless corpses of Ding Xie's parents in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)