I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 234
The moon hangs high, and the light is scattered.

He was clearly in the ancestral hall, and the surrounding circles were closed, but there was another wind.

The scattered mist was blown.

Under the square patio, the ghost with a fusion of male and female faces stood upright.

The glaring man merged with the silky-eyed woman, and finally turned into a masculine and feminine venerable, with the broken wine bottle wrapped in a bun wrapped around it.

The extra arms overlapped, and in the end only two white arms remained.

"call!"

The male and female ghosts let out a sigh of relief.

The green smoke is like silk, cutting the silver yarn.

Grabbing casually, he removed the shackles on his upper body, revealing his half-naked body.

Fog steamed around him, surrounding him.

He didn't rush to attack, but raised his head to look at the moon and opened his arms.

With a joyful expression on his face, he grinned, and his long fangs had turned into white teeth.

The breath of the cycle surged, and the coercion boiled.

The invisible ripples made by the sweep made the ancestors of the Ding family look dignified.

The tall ghost in front of him has at least the strength of Jindan level, and even faintly surpassed him, and the specific strength is unknown.

"Spiritual officer's eyes!"

And make fingerprints to open the eyes, the light in the eyes is shining, shining on the handsome ghost under the moon.

The ghost under the moon did not dodge, but gladly accepted Ding Chuanli's gaze. The scarlet pupils condensed in the dark eyes watched Ding Chuanli calmly.

On the contrary, when his eyes moved, they fixed on Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun was not surprised by such a change.

Even he himself is evolving towards a more aesthetically pleasing direction, at least how could Jin Dan's monster be that ugly.

Rather, most ghosts are not ugly, because they want to seduce people.

Even if he is ugly, he will still put on a good-looking skin for himself.

If you encounter someone who is greedy for money, then use the trick to get some gold and silver.

So, this ghost must have a good skin too.

It's just that the chain pierced through the lute bone, locking up all his energy and mana, so that he could only show that unbearable ugly appearance.

Thoughts flashed but for a moment.

Tu Shanjun also looked awe-inspiring.

The strength of this monster is especially above the golden core of the Rakshaxu clan.

Unlocking his shackles, on the contrary, let this thing get rid of the shackles, and his strength increased instead of diminished, and his power became even more powerful.

"Li Daoyou, are you still sure?"

Voice transmission inquiry from the ancestor of the Ding family.

He didn't expect this to happen.

After so many years, the strength of the ghosts can still overwhelm them. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were golden pills, Ding Chuanli would definitely use the magic circle to suppress the ghosts again, and would never ask such a question.

"I'm not sure, so I can only try my best." Tu Shanjun's voice sounded quite cold.

Now that he has roughly seen the strength of the ghost, Tu Shanjun also understands that it is very difficult to kill the opponent in a short time, so he simply prepares for a protracted battle, so that his own combat power will not be used.

Although the main body is strong, it consumes a lot of mana. Once Ding Xie can't hold on, it is not known whether he can re-seal the demon ghost.

'Looks like he's going to bleed a lot today. 'Tu Shanjun sighed quietly.

When he opened his mouth, he clamped two stacks of talismans between the ten fingers of both hands.

After being promoted to Jindan, the accumulation of more than one year may be used.

Fortunately, Mr. Tu Shan is quite talented in talismans.

Therefore, after the realm has been improved, his ability to draw talismans has also been greatly improved, and preparations for Jindan-level talismans have long been made.

Two talismans fell to the ground, and a magic altar rose from Tu Shanjun's feet.

Ding Chuanli, who was looking straight ahead, widened his eyes.

Just about to exclaim, he lowered his voice again: "The altar of the dojo, the cultivator of the talisman formation?"

The ghost cultivator's identity was amazing enough, so Ding Chuanli was not too surprised when Tu Shanjun took out the talisman from his mouth.

Some monks like to place XZ on the inside of the body.

However, after seeing Tu Shanjun unfolding the altar, Ding Chuanli was really surprised.

When will ghosts and ghosts be able to open the altar?

It is said to be a ghost cultivator, but human cultivators are so arrogant, and when they meet at the same level, they should be called a fellow Taoist, and they still look down on them in their hearts.

Just like demon cultivators, in fact, most monks still call them monsters.

Ghost cultivators cannot be described as not very proficient in painting talismans, because most of the recorded talismans are used to restrain demons and ghosts.

Could it be that he drew a talisman to weaken himself?

It's just that Tu Shanjun is quite different from ordinary ghosts.

As soon as the altar was opened, the black robe on Tu Shanjun's body turned into a black Taoist robe.

Daoguan's hair is tied up, and he looks like a different kind of Taoist priest.

If he held a mahogany sword and hung altar banners on both sides, he would really be a decent Taoist expert.

The ghost under the moon pursed his lips and laughed, his eyes bent into crescents.

Suddenly.

The ghost raised its arm, and the moment the magic seal was formed, the dense fog that was ready to go out suddenly burst out.

The breath of the wind surged wildly, stirring up the dark clouds and changing their colors.

The bright moon in the sky is blocked by dark clouds.

The entire old ancestral hall was shrouded in thick fog, and the figure of the demon ghost that was still clearly visible was also hidden in it.

Ding Chuanli's complexion changed slightly, he held the sword in front of his chest, the green lotus moved, and the lotus platform appeared under his feet.

The mask formed by the green lotus petals is about to expand.

"Fix the wind!"

A purple talisman was thrown out.

It turned into a banner of fixed wind, intertwined and crashed down.

The moment the flag fell, the surrounding wind stopped.

The banner transformed by the golden elixir-level wind-fixing talisman immediately suppressed the surging wind.

"Town Fog."

"Introduce the moonlight!"

Another two purple talismans flew out from Tu Shanjun's hands, and the fog-suppressing mirage appeared in phantom. The mirage was entrenched on the Dingfeng Banner, moving its four claws, and finally climbed to the top of the Dingfeng Banner.

He opened his mouth wide and took a long breath.

Thin yo.

The thick black mist poured into the mouth of Mirage Phantom like a tornado.

The wind stopped and the fog cleared, and the moonlight above ushered in again.

Tu Shanjun, who presided over the altar ceremony, did not let down his vigilance, and two talismans landed on Ding Chuanli's body.

One is Tengyun and the other is armor.

Ding Chuanli exclaimed: "Hey! Strange!"

In such a short time of less than two breaths, five golden elixir level purple talismans were used up.

This is not a fighting technique at all, it is clearly throwing piles of spirit stones at the ghost.

Now was not the time to be dazed, Ding Chuanli immediately killed the ghosts reflected in the moonlight.

With the blessing of the Tengyun Talisman, his speed increased by [-]%.

Moreover, the reddish black armor looks evil, but its defensive effect is surprisingly good.

As soon as the magic weapon flying sword is unfolded, the light and shadow of the sword fills the empty ancestral hall, nothing can stop it.

Even the male and female ghosts did not dare to resist physically.

While moving and dodging, the ancestral tablets were all affected by the sword light.

Ding Chuanli yelled, "Please forgive me."

On the other hand, Yu Jianshu didn't stop at all.

The sword shadow under the moonlight exploded even more coldly.

It seems to be a sword fairy.

I don't know if too many ancestral tablets were cut off, which aroused the grief and indignation of the ancestor of the Ding family, but his combat power has been rising steadily.

It's a pity that the members of the Ding family can't see their ancestors showing off their supernatural power.

Of course, it's better not to let the clansmen see it when using the tablets of ancestors and clans as blessings.

If the ghost dared to fight back, Mr. Tu Shan asked him to eat a purple talisman that suppresses demons and suppresses ghosts.

The banner of Dingfeng fluttered, and the phantom mirage was also puffing out mist.

The wind settled and the fog was extinguished, and the moonlight kept shining on the demon ghost. He was not given a chance to ride the clouds and fog at all, and lost [-] to [-] percent of his cultivation base and combat power.

Although the current situation is very good, in fact, when the ghosts adapt, the advantage of Ding Chuanli's swordsmanship will be lowered.

So Tu Shanjun didn't dare to relax at all, and hung the purple talisman with seals with both hands, picking it up whenever he needed it.

The fast, cumbersome, and dizzying speed of printing.

But there was no panic at all, everything was so orderly.

Tu Shanjun had already imagined it, but he didn't expect that the effect would be so good after taking it out today.

Because the talismans are all drawn in advance, only a little mana is enough to activate the power, and it will not consume too much mana of the banner master.

In the future, even facing monks with long mana, they can be consumed by the magic talisman, so there is no need to worry about their lack of mana.

"There is still a shortage of soldiers and horses."

Tu Shanjun murmured in a low voice.

The method of opening the altar requires not only the blessing of the magic spell, but also the guards of heavenly soldiers and generals to ensure that the user will not be disturbed, and the magic spell can complete the cycle.

"Li Daoyou!" The urgent call of the ancestor of the Ding family fell in Tu Shanjun's ears.

Tu Shanjun, who was already engrossed in it, immediately formed a stamp on the talisman.

The purple talisman suddenly ignited and turned into a rope of tobacco, which was whipped out from the burning purple talisman.

"Command all directions, subdue demons and suppress ghosts."

"Hurry up as a law!"

Ropes are woven into a great net and snapped down from the sky above.

"The world of ignorance, open my Dharma eyes."

Tu Shanjun poked his forehead with a sword finger, and the blood was instantly absorbed by the vertical lines on his forehead.

Black and red ghost blood flowed down.

The vertical lines on the forehead are twisted into the shape of the eyes.

The upper and lower sides of the Wuming Realm cover the beams and floors of the ancestral hall.

The majestic pressure released by the ghosts was all compressed by the ignorance world.

While the ghost howled fiercely, it spit out a vast amount of smoke.

The arms swaggered and swayed, forming a spell to summon the gust of wind.

Set the wind and move the flag.

The mist-swallowing mirage bites the mist tightly, not giving the ghost a chance to escape.

The ghost under the moon roared furiously, but his hands were tied with red and black ropes.

Immediately afterwards, the rope quickly shrank into the shape of a net bag, binding him tightly.

The moment the ghost was trapped by the ghost net, Tu Shanjun's eyes were full of divine light.

It turned into two beams of golden light and shone on the demon's body, and the sound transmission went straight into Ding Chuanli's ears.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, now is the time." Tu Shanjun's sealed hands trembled slightly, he couldn't hold on for too long, this thing could easily escape from the ghost-suppressing talisman.

Ding Xie outside the ancestral hall opened his eyes violently. At that moment, [-]% of his magic power evaporated.

"it is good!"

Ding Chuanli let out a loud roar, and the green light all over his body turned into sword energy, and the sword light soaring into the sky formed a beam of light straight into the sky.

"Qinglian method."

"Sword Immortal Slaying Monster Song!"

The patriarch of the Ding family held the sword in both hands, and the small lotus platform of the sword was twirling wildly, and the simple pattern of the eight-sided green light sword spread out, fully demonstrating the divine power of the Qinglian magic weapon.

The left and right form sword fingers, and the Yujian flies to cut.

When the green light flashed by, it was really like a demon-slaying sword flying thousands of miles away.

"cut!"

The Qinglian magic weapon was cut off.

Immediately, he cut three inches into the demon's neck, Ding Chuanli's eyes were filled with joy, and the light in his eyes was shining brightly.

"kill."

The sound of Zhen Xiao shouting and killing was like thunder, and the dharma sword made another inch, and it had cut half of the neck.

Just getting closer, the pupils of the ancestor of the Ding family shrank by more than half.

Exclaimed: "What!"

"Keng!!!"

A pair of small black hands raised the blue light blade of the Qinglian Excalibur like empty hands.

The image of the venerable was torn apart, two arms turned into four, and his body was crouched again.

bass.

Excalibur was thrown out by a small hand.

Nailed to the beam of the ancestral hall with a bang.

Another small black hand beat on Ding Chuanli's chest.

With a bang, Ding Chuanli vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting the edge of the formation fiercely.

A sarcoma bulged out of the ghost's body, and a big-headed baby came out.

Tu Shanjun's hand seal was broken, and at the same time he cursed angrily: "Damn!"

"His mother's family of three!"

(End of this chapter)