I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 236 The Demon
The dome of the ancestral hall was shattered, and the ghost under the moon was finally revealed in front of everyone.

But his figure didn't stop, and he was still galloping towards the sky.

Bang.

Until he hit the air with his head and was blocked by a large formation.

The great array of the mountain behind Beiluo Mountain is revealed.

The originally calm sky seemed to have ripples on a flat lake, and then a crystalline light curtain appeared.

However, just like that.

The nine Foundation Establishment cultivators standing on the ground were all flushed and unstable, and suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The shaking of the formation caused the entire formation to shake.

Under the bright moonlight, two demons confront each other in the sky.

One side is a ghost with three bodies.

The moonlight is vast, and the demons and ghosts face each other ferociously.

On the other side is a terrifying ghost with loose red hair.

The black mist surrounded Tu Shanjun who was walking on the waves like a tide.

"Such a big ghost is really terrifying!"

look up.

The patriarch of the Ding family exclaimed.

It was only today that I saw Tu Shanjun's true strength, and even more clearly saw Tu Shanjun's appearance.Although it looks stern and innocent, after staring at it for a long time, I only feel horrified and terrifying, and I can vaguely see the indifferent divinity of the clay sculpture of the temple.

It's really a ghost who descended from the world.

The aura of coercion climbed to the middle stage of Golden Core.

With such a cultivation base and bearing, it is dazzling just by looking at it with the eyes, which makes Ding Chuanli wonder how Tu Shanjun died.

In other words, they are supernatural ghosts born naturally in the heaven and earth, not created by mortals.

"The formation is not stable!" The ancestor of the Ding family immediately realized the problem.

The nine elders of the Foundation Establishment Clan could not withstand the attack of the demons.

When the big formation is broken, letting this demon go away to cause harm to the world, then Tading will be a sinner if he passes on the gift.

Flying out of the ancestral hall and submerging straight into the formation, when sitting cross-legged in the formation, his hands formed seals.

"town!"

The original shaky formation stabilized after having a Jindan cultivator in charge.

The patriarch of the Ding family can only hope that Mr. Tu Shan can kill ghosts successfully.

……

"Look at the sky!" The Ding family members who left the house pointed to the sky, their eyes widened, and they almost swallowed their tongues.

"What the hell is that?"

"..."

"It looks like the demons are fighting each other."

"No, didn't you see the ancestor, this is clearly the ancestor who presided over the formation to suppress the demons."

The brightly lit Beiluo Mountain became even more lively after being frightened by the battle of monsters.

The mana fluctuations in the golden core stage were all blocked by the formation, so it didn't fly out and affect everyone.

However, once the magic circle collapses, even the foundation-building monks can only protect themselves, let alone the Qi-training monks, who will probably be affected to death.

So the remaining two clan elders hurriedly evacuated the family children from Beiluoshan.

No matter how it ends, it's time to save the clan fire.

Ding Chuanli didn't say anything, he also had no idea in his heart, if he could kill the ghosts, it would be peaceful, if not, there would be eggs under the nest, and it is estimated that all the clansmen would become the recovery rations of the ghosts.

Although such an action may seem futile, it is better than doing nothing.

If it doesn't work, I can only let this ghost go.

For the common people, this will be a disaster, but at least the family can be kept.

This is a last resort. If he can try, Ding Chuanli still hopes that Mr. Tu Shan can kill him.

tonight,

Definitely a sleepless night.

……

Black light reappears.

The center of the formation condenses the law domain and drags the demons into it.

Sitting in a huge mountain-like shrine, Mr. Tu Shan opened his eyes suddenly, with a golden light in his eyes: "The gods are in the state of death, and all the kings worship together."

"With your help."

"Cut the ghost."

The sound fell, and the candles in the shrine suddenly lit up.

All the Yin gods inside opened their eyes.

Although there are only more than 900 Yin gods in the soul banner, the quality of the Yin gods is very high, and among them is the Yin god of the Rakshaxu clan in the Jindan stage.

This also causes mana to burn quickly.

Ding Xie, who was sitting outside the ancestral hall, took the elixir to restore mana and the Yinhun elixir.

The mana in the body seems to have evaporated.

Back then, he had never been an enemy of the Golden Core of the Rakshaxu Clan like he is now.

This is enough to show that Tu Shanjun was indeed pushed into a hurry.

The means are exhausted, without reservation.

Tu Shanjun in the legal domain slowly got up, and pointed his halberd at the ghost under the moon.

"Lend me your life!"

bang.

The soaring shrine shattered the moonlight and stood behind the ghost.

The three-faced ghost looked around in panic.

Even though he is also in the mid-stage Golden Core, he doesn't know how to use the magic domain, and he doesn't understand what is behind him.

Why did it bring him so much pressure and a great sense of fear.

He just wanted to escape.

Every moment when the Ghost King was reborn, his mana was being consumed violently.

Mr. Tu Shan didn't dare to delay.

The door of the shrine was opened, and the ferocious faces of ghosts and gods carved on the pillars of the shrine seemed to come to life. Countless black silk threads flew out from the open door and pierced into the body of the ghost, only forcibly stopping the figure of the ghost in an instant. .

The small flag behind fell into Tu Shanjun's hands.

Although there was no accompaniment of gongs and drums, and there was no ceremony to open the altar, but at this time there was nothing to worry about.

Nuo opera started.

Nuo dance show.

Tu Shanjun waved the small flag in his hand like a dancing god.

The black silk threads in the shrine also began to draw together.

Ghosts are not good stubble either.

The first thing I did after realizing that I was trapped was to violently resist. The three-body ghosts had ferocious faces, and their powerful strength unexpectedly withstood the pressure of the shrine behind them, so that even the Yin God, who was slightly unstable and separated from the body, did not Keep pulling.

Looking at it now, it looks like a phantom shadow of a ghost lying on the body of a ghost.

Tu Shanjun gritted his teeth.

The overgrown fangs pierced the flesh, and the black-red blood moistened the lips.

How long can he last?
Half an hour, no, maybe it will be the first to fail in the next moment.

Once Ding Xie's mana is exhausted, the source power will be squeezed out again.

How much mana can be squeezed out from the source.

Not enough is not enough.

Could it be that this is the end?

A thought flashed through Tu Shanjun's mind.

The monstrous black fog swept across the sky, and the coercive fluctuations imprisoned the legal domain.

When the legal domain collapses, it will be the time for the demons to escape.

……

"Good apprentice, help me as a teacher again!" Tu Shanjun shouted.

The sound roared like thunder rolling.

This timing is more like the dazzling light blooming in the gap of lightning, which cannot be missed.

The shrine rotates behind him.

A yin god straightened his body.

His handsome face turned sideways, and his empty eyes stared at him.

The black Taoist robe on his body turned into a pitch-black armor, just like before.

Hair fluttering, heroic.

The eyes are shining with golden light, and the hand seal is formed.

At this moment, all the Yin Gods of the shrines in the legal domain shot together.

Fayin condenses.

Day and night, life and death, mayfly for two moments.

More than 900 seals, and Mr. Tu Shan himself also formed a seal, which jointly stimulated this technique.

……

The three-body ghost only felt that the flow of fog around him had slowed down.

He thought that his actions were effective, and his speed surged accordingly.

It's just that when he came back to his senses, most of the Yin God had left his body.

Compared with the physical body, Yinshen's appearance is more solemn, with two faces fused, and the baby is embraced in white arms.

The blue-black baby was swimming, and in the blink of an eye, it had already crawled from the ghost's arms to its back.

In fact, this should be one body, so it is understandable to be able to move.

However, in the state where the Yin God is mostly separated, the strength of the three-body demon ghost, even the mid-stage Jindan, cannot be fully exerted.

There was fear in his eyes.

He waved his arms expecting to cut off the silk thread wrapped around his body.

The more he struggled, the tighter the silk thread wrapped around his body was, tearing the skin and inserting it.

The bluestone-like piece of flesh was squeezed into sections, and the scarlet blood flowed out along the incision wound. Because of the black silk thread, the blood could not land on the ground, but hung on the silk thread, which looked as if it had been moistened with water. A fine layer of fat.

The red-haired ghosts and gods hold small flags and dance openly.

The tighter the scene, the lighter the action.

The Yin gods in the shrine work together.

The sound of the shrine turning just served as an accompaniment.

……

The venerable bun had already been scattered, exposing the broken wine bottle on the back of his head.

The three bodies are bound by the shrine and cannot break free.

Even the struggle with the body gradually weakened, and finally froze in place without moving.

The detached Yinshen on his back only had his feet still stuck to his body.

The demon knelt down on the ground, as if resigned to his fate.

In vain, Tu Shanjun heard a slight sound.

Last words?

Obviously not.

It is clearly a magic spell.

That ghost was able to speak!
Whispering mantras linger around the demon ghost.

The moonlight was shining, and the wine bottle flickered to condense the brilliance into the bodies of the three ghosts.

The already stiff and exhausted body shrank slightly, and unexpectedly burst out with a huge pulling force.

Boom!
Boom boom.

The stretched black silk thread was broken by the ghost's large movement.

The terrifying wave was released again, and the three-body ghost slowly stood up from the kneeling posture.

Tu Shanjun was shocked but did not retreat in panic.

"Masters, help me!"

The wild waterfall fluctuated wave after wave, and Tu Shanjun forcibly activated the incomplete legal domain.

Large areas of shrines reveal their figures under the lighting of candles.

The shrine Yinshen strikes again.

Mr. Tu Shan also became ruthless.

In the past, his realm was not enough to support the full manifestation of the legal domain, and he would not forcibly squeeze the banner master's mana to perfect the legal domain when his mana was exhausted.

Now that the ghost king is reincarnated to force the realm, naturally he can't live up to the advantages brought by the realm.

It's just a pain in the ass.

Ding Xie outside the ancestral hall spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

……

"town!"

Immediately, the Yin God of the demon was dragged out.

The dense fog dissipated, the fluctuating coercion died down, and the powerful force that impacted the formation was gone.

The patriarch of the Ding family who was guarding the formation looked up and saw that the magic domain in the sky was melting, and the huge shrine imprisoned the Yin God of demons and ghosts, and was about to be dragged into the gate that was surging with darkness.

"I'm going to win."

The patriarch of the Ding family heaved a sigh of relief, rejoicing but also feeling terrified.

Even as a Jindan cultivator, he was a little dazed, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Dazzled for a long time.

Just about to unravel the formation.

I saw the red-haired ghost standing in the sky, falling like a burning meteor.

The black air spiraled out of the body like a dragon.

The cultivation base in the middle stage of the original climb has also regressed significantly.

Without the support of a powerful cultivation base, the huge shrine also began to flicker, flickering like a frame drop, and the black silk thread shattered one after another.

"Straight thief!"

(End of this chapter)