I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 230 Parasitic
The escape technique starts, and the shadow enters the clouds.

Soaring through the clouds and driving the fog, I went to the back mountain.

When the foundation was established, it was possible to travel on the clouds, and now that the cultivation base is more advanced, the escape technique will naturally spread more widely.

The front yard and the back mountain teeth of Beiluo Mountain seem to be very far apart, but in fact, it is only a moment under the evasion technique of the Jindan monk.

As soon as Ding Chuanli and the elders of the Ding family arrived, Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie followed.

Beiluo Mountain is originally a lofty mountain, but the Ding family is only in the middle of the mountain, forming a large array to build a nest, and after years of development, it is only then that they climb up the mountainside from the depression.

The actual fortune is still along the depression.

The monk didn't care too much.

You only need to step on the spiritual veins that are rich in spiritual energy under your feet, and a large array of clan protection on your head, and circle the spiritual energy in all directions for your own use.

On the contrary, the back mountain and the cliff, because of the relationship of not seeing anyone for a long time, lack some care.

Looking at it from a glance, the clusters of vegetation are only a shallow layer, more like being soaked in ink, black and gray lingering, adding a bit of eerie and weirdness.

Ding Xie treated him indifferently, now no matter how surprising it is, it can't make his heart turmoil, no matter how terrifying it is, it can't stop him from finding the souls of his parents.

Different from Ding Xie, Tu Shanjun let go of his consciousness and was on guard against the wind and grass.

He doesn't trust the Ding family.

This kind of place still restrains the consciousness, which is really too big.

Most of the elders in the clan know that there is such a place.

Many people have also set foot here, but what the secret is is not so clear.

All I know is that the ancestor's retreat is where the family's secrets are recorded.

Few people really understand the secret.

They have already come here, whether to say it or not, and whether to say it or not is clear, you need to go and see it to understand.

His eyes stretched over.

Rugged rocks, wind gusts.

The faint hemp ropes are connected into trestle bridges, and the rotten planks are tied tightly by unknown grass and vines.

The piles and nails on both sides penetrated deeply into the cliff.

The bottom of the moss-grown bridge condensed with moist water vapor.

The trestle bridge in front of me is about twenty feet long, and it looks decayed, but in fact, there are complex incantations engraved in the hidden places, and the whole looks like a big gate that has been folded upside down.

No wonder Ding Chuanli didn't land directly on the opposite bank, it turned out that there was a formation hidden there.

"Those who are in the late stage of foundation establishment come forward, and the rest stay here for now." Ding Chuanli's voice was faint, and after he finished speaking, he walked up to the trestle bridge in front of him.

No one in the family would dare not listen to the words of the ancestor, since the cultivation base is limited, there must be a reason they cannot know.

They are different from Ding Xie, they don't know how to get to the bottom of secrets, and they live in a well-behaved manner.

Perhaps this is also a kind of trust.

There were no more than two people in the late stage of foundation establishment, including Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun, a total of five people stepped on the long bridge in front of them.

crunch.

crunch.

Ding Chuanli walked not fast but very steadily.

The selector's cultivation level is not low, and he will not be shaken either.

It's just that the fog became thicker halfway through, and the gray fog became deeper and deeper.

In the eyes of everyone on the other side of the bridge, the five of them seemed to have disappeared into the fog.

"Fifth uncle, can't even the patriarch set foot here?" The Ding family and Ding Xie's peers lowered their voices and asked.

In fact, there was doubt in his eyes, as well as the desire to move forward, but his cultivation base was not enough.

The patriarch looked dignified, and nodded slightly: "Our cultivation base is not enough, even if we walk past, we can't get in, so we can only wait in the ancestral hall at the entrance."

"Ancestral hall?"

……

"Ancestral hall."

On the other side of the cable bridge is a group of ancestral halls and lofts connected to the mountain.

On the high-hanging vertical plaque, there are two big characters written in dragon, flying and phoenix dancing.

Before Tu Shanjun and his party entered, they saw the oil lamps hanging from the spacious stone pillars on both sides lit up, illuminating the road ahead and the mountain-like spiritual position in front.

Most of the entire ancestral hall is inlaid in the mountain, and only a small part of the door is exposed.

'Is there a shrine here? '

Ding Xie frowned. The family ancestral hall is located inside the mountain gate, and all the monks of the Ding family in Beiluo Mountain will gather when they worship their ancestors. An interlocking formation.

He and Mr. Tu Shan didn't come to worship either, so he couldn't help saying: "Where is the soul?"

"Don't be impatient."

Ding Chuanli beckoned to invite the three pillars of incense, lit the incense with the copper burner in front of him, and then inserted it into the incense burner in front of him.

The cloud of smoke drifted away.

At the same time, Tu Shanjun closed his body and became more and more vigilant against the ancestors of the Ding family.

Ding Chuanli formed a seal, and his mana spurted into the sky, causing ripples and even the skylight above his head to open.

The square patio receives the moonlight from the sky.

Print spells one after another.

The mountain-like spiritual position in front of him also moved, like a jigsaw puzzle pulled away from the screen, shrinking in all directions, revealing the secluded cave behind the spiritual position.

"Whoa."

"Boom."

As soon as the cave was opened, the howling wind blew up, accompanied by eerie roars like dragons and tigers roaring.

Then there was a long dragging sound.

It's like some giant dragging the chain and rushing through it.

"boom."

"Bang bang."

Tu Shanjun's eyes were full of divine light, ready to investigate, but to his surprise, there was nothing in front of him.

Even with his spiritual sense, he could feel something approaching, but his eyes couldn't see it at all.

He is a Jindan cultivator, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his eyes are magic eyes.

The two clan elders who followed were already inexplicably horrified. They didn't know much about the scene in the back mountain, let alone there were weird things there. They couldn't see them but they could feel them.

The sound of dragging chains became louder.

It was as if a giant pulled the chain from the mouth of the well, making a muffled roar.

The things inside are rushing fast.

Even the surrounding wind changed its direction, blowing the robes of the five people in the ancestral hall.

Ding Xie also couldn't see that thing when he opened his Dharma Eye, but he didn't panic. Although the invisible fear had an impact, the grief and indignation in his heart had already suppressed all the negative emotions.

His eyes touched Tu Shanjun beside him, only to see Tu Shanjun nodding his head.

The patriarch of the Ding family waited calmly.

"Boom."

"Keng!"

The sound of gold and stone clashing fell on everyone's ears.

The sound was as if the twitching chain had been exhausted and tightened.

Even though he couldn't see it, Tu Shanjun could still feel that thing standing in front of him, as if he was looking at them with his eyes.

The surrounding candles stabilized, flickering and flickering.

However, it is not as good as the moonlight reflected by the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The light beams are one foot in each direction, and the light beams make the dust in the air roll.

The thing moved.

Step into the moonlight center.

The footprints emerged, and then the body also appeared under the moonlight.

What catches the eye is the height enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tu Shanjun. The four eyes on the distorted face turn ferociously, and the straight Tu Shanjun. Those four eyes belong to two faces, and they are intertwined, but it seems to be a patchwork Face.

He raised his arm high, holding a half-black wine bottle.

The wine bottle rooted into the head of the thing, and even the two arms were reversed and stuck to the back of the head in a circle.

Maybe the wine bottle was too heavy, or the posture was too awkward, so the spine of this thing was bent at ninety degrees.

There are two chains engraved with runes on the shoulder blades, which also shine brightly in the moonlight.

As the thing's eyes opened, its joints also struggled, and a hideous grimace appeared.

If you don't observe it carefully, but just take a look, you might recognize it as a weird Jingguan composed of bloated heads.

"Gudu!"

The clan elder who followed swallowed hard.

Most monks have seen monsters and ghosts before, but this thing in front of them still makes people shudder.

"Old Ancestor, what is this?"

The elder of the Ding family asked a question with a solemn expression.

He couldn't see the cultivation base, and he didn't understand what it was, so he could only hope that the ancestor could help them answer it.

It's just that what ushered in was the ancestor's silence and shaking his head.

"The soul is here." Ding Xie looked directly at this thing as if determined.

Just as he was about to go forward, he was stopped by Tu Shanjun beside him, and he sent a voice transmission to Ding Xie: "I'll come."

The weirder something is, the more you can't act rashly, maybe you will fall into the trick of this thing.

And there are people from the Ding family beside him.

The other party brought them here probably with a tentative mind, otherwise they wouldn't be so straightforward.

If it really involves the life and death of the family, it's fine, but it's obviously not.

Even if they find out why, it will only increase the family's heritage.

Naturally, this kind of work can't be done by the Banner Master. It just so happens that Mr. Tu Shan is also very interested in this kind of work.

"...Brother Tu Shan, be careful."

circled around.

To say that it is a living thing seems to have no mind, and its aura is even more weird, like a magic weapon or a ghost.

Tu Shanjun stepped forward, scratched his palm, dripping black and red blood.

The blood immediately condensed into a blurred figure, and instead of Tu Shanjun, it touched the monster under the moonlight.

In just an instant, the bloody figure was absorbed.

The wine decanter above his head gleamed.

Tu Shanjun's expression sank, he actually lost control of the figure formed by the blood killing technique, compared to himself, this thing in front of him was more eager for the blood killing technique, as if...

The inscription flickered, and even the eyes of the thing under the wine bottle became more agile.

A drop of crystal clear black blood condensed in the broken wine bottle.

The black blood exudes a strange fragrance.

"Gudu."

"Gudu."

This time it was not fear, but longing.

It's a pity that the monster with the broken wine bottle stretched out its tongue and sucked the drop of black blood in the wine bottle into its mouth.

The aura has improved to a higher level, and even the slightly dry body has a black and red color.

"Ignorance."

"open!"

Ripples spread up and down, and the horns on Tu Shanjun's forehead are winding, and the flickering lines converge into a fictional vertical eye.

Eyes opened a gap.

The mana poured out, the coercion was exhausted, and the terrifying strength of the Golden Core cultivator was displayed in front of everyone.

After a few breaths, Tu Shanjun stopped, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The broken wine bottle on the top of the head is at least a high-level magic weapon, and this monster has been wiped out of its mind and integrated into the broken magic weapon, forming a weird symbiotic relationship."

"Extract the origin of the ghost, so that the magic weapon temporarily possesses a small half of its power."

"It is said to be symbiotic, but it is actually parasitic!"

"Brother Li, the soul of my parents?" Ding Xie couldn't help but ask.

(End of this chapter)