I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 231 The reason
"It should be in it." Tu Shanjun's eyes were burning.

The calm voice could not hear the emotional fluctuations, but it made people feel very at ease.

It didn't seem to be listening to the evil ghost's words at all, but it seemed like a clay sculpture of a temple Zhuangguan opened its mouth.

Then look at the tall, rickety ghost with chains piercing through the lute bone, clearly standing under the square moonlight beam in the courtyard, covered with silver brilliance, but the whole body is only disgusting.

The flesh and blood on both shoulders coagulated, turned into black pus, and flowed down the gap.

The rotten smell is like fat meat worms burrowing into the seven orifices of the human body.

The ghost slowly raised its face, and the spliced ​​face looked like a man and a woman.

His expression had all faded away, leaving only numbness.

When he opened his mouth, there was only a painful wailing.

The screams formed faint ripples.

The clan elder who was already startled by the monster took two steps back.

This method is extremely evil, it even embeds the magic weapon into the body of the ghost, and extracts the source of the ghost's mana to provide the magic weapon with power.

And the blood condensed by the magic weapon was swallowed by ghosts and became the nourishment for cultivating strength.

The inscription on the wine bottle flickered, and Mr. Tu Shan recognized part of the text. This text was very similar to the "Spirit Demon Blood Killing Technique".

This thing is in front of everyone's eyes, and the only thing left now is 'what to do'?
How to extract the soul?

Ding Xie pondered for a long time, walked in front of the ghost, stared at the half broken wine bottle inlaid on the ghost's head, he could feel the soul in it.

As long as you break open this broken magic weapon, you should be able to take out the soul.

Just, what method?

The ghost in front of him is very evil, and the breath fluctuates very strangely. I don't know what the consequences will be if I do it in the end.

What he wants is to save people.

Even if it is impossible to return to life, the true spirit should be reincarnated, instead of being swallowed by ghosts, trapped in a broken magic weapon, and even disappearing without knowing when.

Uneasy, panic.

In the end, it all became anger brewing in my heart.

His thoughts surged for only a moment, and Tu Shanjun didn't know what Ding Xie was thinking, but he did have a goal.

Immediately, his eyes couldn't help but shift to Ding Chuanli's body.

Ding Chuanli is the patriarch of the Ding family, and he has reached the Jindan realm. If we calculate forward, he should have lived for at least a hundred years. How could he not know anything.

If you believe that the other party doesn't know anything, you are really a fool.

Sensing Tu Shanjun's gaze.

The whites of the scarlet eyes and the pitch-black pupils cannot see the thoughts in Tu Shanjun's mind.

However, they have already looked at him, indicating that the other party still wants to ask him for an explanation.

At this time, if you keep silent, or pretend to be ignorant, it may be difficult to be kind.

Ding Chuanli pondered for a while, and finally said: "It's hard to say the origin of this treasure, but its magical effect, after many members of the family went on and on, part of the mystery has also been solved."

"There is a scripture in the wine bottle, called 'Spirit Demon Endurance Technique'."

"With a drop of psychic liquid produced by this magic weapon, it can increase the chance of alchemy by less than half."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two old clansmen beside Ding Chuanli bulged up, bloodshot clinging to the red.

He opened his mouth wide as if he heard something terrifying.

This thing can no longer be described as a baby, but a treasure.

Even the first-class big sects may not have this kind of treasure, and the essence of the alchemy spirit is also this kind of thing.

"It's such a treasure!"

"Old Ancestor, how can you let outsiders spy on our clan's treasures?"

"..."

"Senior Li, I will give you courtesy, but Beiluo Mountain belongs to Yangcheng after all. If you use your cultivation to suppress others, it will be..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the patriarch of the Ding family.

Hearing that it is a treasure that can increase the chance of forming alchemy, the old people in the family can't sit still. After all, it is really related to them, and it is also related to the rise and fall of the family. If this treasure is left in the family, why worry about the prosperity of the Beiluoshan Ding family? ?

Such an opportunity should not be known to outsiders.

The moment they learned of the root cause, the two clan elders prepared mana as if on guard.

Tu Shanjun watched with cold eyes.

If you want to move out of Yangcheng to scare him, you are really looking for the wrong person.

He is also too lazy to argue with these two people. He will always attach great importance to these things after he has lived for a long time. To improve his own cultivation, he cannot do without spiritual objects. There is no need to laugh at them. At least they dare to fight. .

Since Ding Chuanli interrupted the words of these two people, it seems that this thing is not so simple.

"Although you can get the chance to form an alchemy, after swallowing the spiritual liquid, the soul will be connected with this thing."

"After death, the soul will be restrained by this thing and become the nourishment of ghosts and magic weapons."

It is true that the evil sect is powerful, and the two clan elders who originally thought it was a good thing hurriedly shrunk their figures and leaned closer to the ancestor, for fear of being noticed by Mr. Tu Shan.

Just now, greed blinded his reason, and now he threatened Tu Shanjun.

Now after listening to the old ancestor's words, this thing is clearly a big pit. Even if you break through the cultivation level, you will not be able to reincarnate after death. It is better to find other safer methods.

In fact, the chance is less than [-]%. Thinking about it, it is still too low, not worth the risk.

If it can reach [-]-[-]%, or even [-]-[-]%, the situation will not be as it is now.

'really! '

Under the hood, Tu Shanjun pursed his lips and pondered.

If this thing can increase the chance by half, and there is no side effect, Ding Chuanli will not show this thing in front of them even if he tries his best.

However, the sequelae are so great, it is really not worth the candle.

This also shows that the Ding family has definitely studied it for many years, and Ding Xie's parents may have just completed the spiritual art that was originally a fragment.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong. He knew the other inscriptions in the wine bottle only after he knew the spirit demon blood fighting technique. How did these people recognize the words inside?
And if it is just to complete the spiritual art, it should not have any connection with this weird thing.

Tu Shanjun didn't hide it, and asked this question.

The patriarch of the Ding family nodded and said: "After drinking the spiritual liquid, you can read the inscriptions engraved on the wine bottle."

Mr. Tu Shan didn't bother to ask how much the Ding family had paid and how many clansmen they had passed on. In short, they had to figure out a way to separate this thing from the soul.

I'm afraid that this thing is not that simple.

It also made him think of Soul Banner.

The soul-respecting banner was not such a strange thing in the first place, and the inner yin god could have been pulled out of the transcendence, because the rough panel became a bound thing instead.

The idea came up, and he shook his head in denial.

The thing in front of me is a broken magic weapon, although it is weird, it is not like the soul banner.

"You don't want to look again, Li Daoyou, I don't know how to strip the soul." Ding Chuanli sighed helplessly.

"Since there is no way out, let's break it with strength!"

A cold voice sounded.

Looking along the prestige, he was facing Ding Xie with a serious expression.

Ding Chuanli was even more surprised.

The situation is unknown, if you act rashly, it may damage the soul.

No one knows the consequences of smashing it.

Tu Shanjun asked himself that he is not a person who likes to interfere with others, and he couldn't help dissuading him after hearing this: "Brother Ding, think twice before acting."

"I will bear the consequences alone, and I will not blame others."

He had already expected that Ding Xie would say that, and Tu Shanjun was used to it.

How to put it, small things are free and easy, and big things are paranoid.

Don't look at the hippie smiling face on weekdays, it's very playful, but when it comes to major events, its ideas are a bit extreme.

Mr. Tu Shan was not good at words.

Thinking about it carefully, he shouldn't have said everything out of his mouth.

There are some things that are two completely different concepts when you say it and put it in your heart.

"Break it with strength, and you need to think about it."

"How long can the soul last?" Tu Shanjun asked.

Ding Chuanli knew that Tu Shanjun was asking him. There are five people here. If anyone knows this thing best, he is the ancestor of the Ding family.

The voice rose in the chest, cleared his throat and said in a slightly deep voice: "I don't know very well. It is estimated that the time spent saving it for a few years at most will be completely turned into nourishment."

have to.

Soul preservation is not like honoring the soul banner.

Then if you can't find a way, you can only break it with strength, hoping to rescue it.

Even if the soul cannot be preserved in the end, there is no big problem if the true spirit contained in the soul is still there.

silence.

Those two tribes always knew the weirdness of the magic weapon and were afraid of their rudeness to the Golden Core cultivator just now.

The patriarch of the Ding family looked calm.

Tu Shanjun consciously couldn't see through him.

In fact, he didn't live for a long time, and it was because of the ghost face itself that he couldn't show his emotions or anger, so the city government must not be as good as this kind of old monk who has lived for hundreds of years.

Ding Xie, on the other hand, stood where he was after hearing Tu Shanjun's words.

Since everyone did not move, Tu Shanjun approached the ghost, and the aura coming from the shop was very strong.

Not to mention the powerful Yin spirit of the ghost itself, the broken wine bottle must have also condensed a strong evil spirit.

If it is uprooted, it may be able to help the soul flag to move forward.

Even though the great temptation was right in front of Tu Shanjun, he didn't have much emotion.

There are many opportunities to improve one's strength. The evil spirit is widespread in the practice world, and there is no way to catch all the demons and monsters born naturally, so there is no need to rush for a while.

Moreover, one cannot be too cautious when it comes to matters involving the soul.

"Be patient." The sound transmission fell into Ding Xie's ears.

He hasn't said this sentence for a long time. He said it to himself before, but now he said it to the banner master.

Dark clouds drifted past, covering most of the bright moonlight. The ghost in the center of the square courtyard seemed to feel the change above his head, and the two distorted faces were divided into two halves.

On the left is an angry man.

The red skin is like the sediment of the residue after the blood has dried up.

On the right is a woman's face as pale as snow, and even the body on the right has become a woman's skin as creamy as cream.

At this time, the thing showed a clear face, and each had a half.

Just as the thing was about to move, the inscription suddenly appeared on the chain that pierced his lute bone.

"The night is about to pass, and if it is daytime, his strength will increase dramatically." The voice of the ancestor of the Ding family sounded.

……

The sound of the chain dragging stopped completely.

Those spirit positions, which were like brick walls of formations, returned to their original positions.

(End of this chapter)