I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 232 Silence
It was light.

In the evening, the dark mist disappears at the last syllable of the morning bell of Ding's house in Beiluoshan.

The light beams of the morning light are scattered on Beiluo Mountain, and the maple leaves of Beiluo Mountain are reflected in a golden yellow.

The shadows dissipated, and the sides of the depression quickly brightened.

In the small courtyard, the sunlight scatter down along the cracks of the big locust trees, illuminating the many mottled and cracked bluestone slabs.

The small courtyard with a decaying atmosphere has taken on a new look.

Although it still looks dilapidated, at least it is not as dull as it was at the beginning.

Ding Xie sat at the middle table with his back facing the courtyard.

After all, I didn’t do anything last night, at least I had to look for information and know myself and the enemy.

So Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun returned to the small courtyard from the Houshan ancestral hall.

After returning, Ding Xie handed a thin booklet to Mr. Tu Shan.

'Spiritual Death Endurance Technique. '

It is indeed of the same origin as the blood killing technique.

Counting the spirit and demon fusion base technique obtained at the beginning, Tu Shanjun has mastered three kinds of evil techniques.

These spells can only be described as weird.

The fusion base technique has huge restrictions, but it can quickly manufacture Qi trainers in batches.

And this technique can still maintain physical activity after death.

Even if the Yin God is destroyed, it can still make the physical body that is forced to stay in the world continue to act.

Tu Shanjun has only just come into contact with Ninjutsu, and has only seen a little superficial.He is not a genius either, so it is naturally impossible to understand all the spells at a glance.

On the table are thick jade slips, all of which are records related to the ghost.

Ding Xie flipped through it quickly. With the insight and brain power of a foundation-building monk, these are just a drizzle.

Tu Shanjun was sitting on the other side of the table, looking at the jade slips as well.

In fact, there was not such a strong sense of disobedience at the beginning, but it became more and more strange after that.

The patriarch of the Ding family didn't seem to actively resist, so he let the two of them go to the forbidden area of ​​the ancestral hall.

"Brother Ding, do you think your ancestor took that spiritual liquid?"

Tu Shanjun raised his mouth suddenly.

Ding Xie paused, and his serious expression changed a bit.

Frowning slightly, he said, "It makes sense!"

……

Even if you ask the other party, you may not be able to tell.

It doesn't matter if you take it or not.

With that old guy's prudence, he probably didn't take it.

Maybe the other party just wants to use their hands to get rid of this serious trouble for the Ding family.

After all, the spiritual liquid is different, but the spirit demon death-endurance technique is a solid and profound technique, and it has not been connected with the so-called magic weapon, which is enough to be the background of the town.

All in all, one should be on guard or be on guard.

There is also a golden elixir yin god in the soul banner. Although his strength has regressed a lot compared to his lifetime, he is still a master among the first-level golden elixir, and he is enough as a backup.

……

Another day to go.

There are not many jade slips about that thing, and the two of them almost tore the jade slips all day and night.

In the end, the method of breaking it with force was determined.

This is also because I want to find some evidence to endorse this behavior.

When doing things, there is a big gap between having a bottom in your heart and not having a bottom in your heart.

It's a pity that I didn't find the heel of this thing.

It is not easy to prescribe the right medicine without the details of the follow-up.

In fact, you should ask someone from the Spirit Demon Sect. After all, the seal on the wine bottle is the magic formula of the Spirit Demon Sect. Maybe their people will know the way to decipher this thing.

The complicated thoughts were dismissed by Tu Shanjun.

Asking the Spirit Demon Sect about this matter is that the meat bun beats the dog, and there will be no return.

Besides, there are no channels.

So it's just going through that scene in my mind, and I can treat it as a crooked idea, a bad idea.

Have to wait until the end of the day.

The two are seated.

Tu Shanjun twisted the pages and flipped through the scroll in his hand.

There was nothing left to say but the rustling sound of flipping through books.

a long time.

"Bah."

Big teardrops fell on the jade slips.

Then it was like pouring the beans.

Even though Tu Shanjun was sitting opposite Ding Xie, he still didn't act as if he didn't see it.

It is said that men don't talk lightly when they have tears, but in fact they just haven't reached the point of sadness.

At this time, any words are pale, and any actions can only increase embarrassment.

The best thing is to do nothing, as if nothing happened, and continue to do what should be done.

Everything is only in silent crying.

I don't know how long it took, most of the jade slips were wet.

Ding Xie wiped away his tears, but did not stop what he was doing.

Neither of them spoke, they were still quietly waiting for the night to fall.

This time, there were only three people left.

The elders of the Ding family are waiting on the other side
Even the clan elders who followed them into the ancestral hall retreated.

They didn't take the initiative to go there when the ancestors of the Ding family didn't ask.

When other family members asked what was going on, they also kept silent and did not answer.

It's really that they don't know how to talk about this matter, and with the ancestor's request, they can only let the matter rot in their stomachs.

Maybe after the ancestor and the strange ghost cultivator killed the ghosts in the ancestral hall, they would be able to talk about it as a small talk.

Now this stall is fine.

The matter has not yet settled, and I don't know if it will end safely.

Walking again is already familiar with the road, and with the opening of the formation, the three of them returned to this ancestral hall.

Ding Chuanli looked at Tu Shanjun, then at Ding Xie, and slightly cupped his hands and said, "No matter what, thank you fellow daoist for your help. The Ding family inherits the kindness of fellow daoist."

Since leaving home last time, Ding Xie has become more and more indifferent to the family members. Even if he knew that the ancestor was saluting Tu Shanjun at this time, Ding Xie took a step aside without expressing his opinion.

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands in return: "Please also ask Fellow Daoist Ding to do his best."

Since people greet people with smiles, it's not easy to reach out to hit them, so just be generous and return the greetings. As for the so-called favors, Mr. Tu Shan just listens to them.

Regardless of his Golden Core cultivation base, or the relationship between Banzhu and the Ding family, they don't need the Ding family's help.

As long as Ding's family doesn't go to Yangcheng to report their location, Mr. Tu Shan will burn incense.

The patriarch of the Ding family nodded.

This thing in the ancestral hall has been kept for too long, and it has become a future problem. They will definitely do their best to kill it.

Although Ding Xie offended Mr. Tu Shan by mistake, at least now they are still on the same front, and they should go all out.

Take the incense and burn the incense.

With the curl of clear smoke floating up, in a drink.

"Edict!"

France and India formed.

Mana turned into rays of light and shot out on the formation, like the spiritual position of a mountain moving, quickly moving to the sides.

"Keng!"

The sound of the chain being dragged sounded.

"Boom."

The upper patio has already been opened, waiting for the moonlight to shine down.

Before coming here, Mr. Tu Shan was worried about Ding Xie's state. If he was concerned, it would be chaotic or better not to make a move. Now it seems to be not bad.

The voice is already close, just waiting for the moonlight to receive it.

At this time, dark clouds drifted overhead, covering half of the light.

Tu Shanjun's eyes are golden.

Fingernails scratched, and a drop of blood sparked from the patio, turning into blood.

It exploded in the sky with a bang, shaking the clouds away.

Bring back the moonlight.

Putting it on the ghost's body, it reveals a tall figure.

(End of this chapter)