I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 242

The Soul Banner originally weighed over a thousand catties, but in an instant, the weight dissipated and fell into his hands very lightly.

"I don't know what it is. It turned out to be a piggy dragon that has become a spirit."

"This fishy smell is really unpleasant."

"It's better to hit the sun than to pick it up."

"Fellow Daoist, please enter the streamer."

The piggy dragon's copper-bell-like eyes suddenly lost consciousness, and its bloody mouth was full of fangs.

Under the strong pressure of the main soul in the middle stage of Jindan, not to mention small monsters, even a fully transformed foundation establishment demon cultivator cannot have the slightest chance of resisting.

Rather, when it touched the soul banner, it had already been sentenced to death by Tu Shanjun.

"call!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Polong's absent-minded eyes refocused.

His eyes were no longer muddy at first, leaving only clear, shimmering and introverted eyes.

Zhu Polong, no, it is now Tu Shanjun who controls this body.

He looked down at his body, he was short and ugly, and Nuo Da's head was bumpy.

The Zhupolong in the late stage of Qi training has already developed most of his intelligence, but because of his natural growth, his cognition of many things is still the habit of a beast.

When you encounter something that attracts it, you will naturally have to look at it.

If it smells meat, it will take two bites.

There are also small boats passing by in the river. On rainy days, Zhu Polong will play with the fog and spin the water to overturn the small boats.

"This body is barely enough."

The blue sky and bright moon are above the head, and the wet river bank is under the feet.

The flippers stepped on the mud-sand mixed bank, and the ripples of the river and stream echoed at the ankles.

This piggy dragon is already quite cautious.

If there is an accident, you can use the clear water under your feet to escape back to the river at any time.

Generally, monks who are as good as Zhupolong are good at water warfare, and they will not fight with a refined Zhupolong in the river.

Unfortunately, he met Zunhun Banner.

The wind is light, the mist is humid, and the moon is full of water.

It was supposed to feel damp and uncomfortable.

It's just that for Tu Shanjun, the main soul of the magic weapon who has been trapped for a long time, these real touches are another kind of enjoyment.

It's no wonder that the three ghosts didn't do anything the first time they released the shackles on their bodies.

Instead, open your arms and enjoy the tranquility of the moonlight.

With a slight movement of mana, Zhang Xu's soul flag turned into a scale that Cun Xu pinned around his waist, and Tu Shanjun dragged the body of Zhu Polong Wushou to the river.

grunt.

After a while, he had already dived into the water.

At first, the river was clear, but the deeper you dive, the deeper it becomes. The silt and sand are covered with aquatic plants, and groups of fish and shrimp look fat and white.

"It's weird." Tu Shanjun sighed.

Could it be that the spiritual energy is sufficient, so that the creatures in the river have sufficient nourishment?
Although the river was only about two feet wide, when I actually dived down, I found that the underground river was connected to the underground river. From the bottom to the top, there was a shimmering ray of light, which was far different from the surrounding darkness.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a flowing river, it would be an exaggeration to say that it was a deep and cold pool.

Following the scent, I finally arrived at Zhupolong's water mansion.

It is said that the Water Mansion is nothing more than a cave for river spirits, and it can be regarded as the shelter of the pig and dragon.

A lot of dead wood and rocks were sunk in the cave to make nests.

There are also a few dead bones piled up in the corner.

There are human figures and beasts, but the flesh on them has long since disappeared.

"The place where the spirits and monsters stay in the world is full of natural resources and treasures. The ancients are sincere, don't deceive me." Tu Shanjun murmured softly, looking at a fluorescent plant in the depths of the cave with dim eyes. The clear spring may have been used for a hundred years. medicinal power.

"Century-year-old green water flower, what a fun thing."

"This thing barely penetrates the eyes, and it can be regarded as one of the medicinal materials that can dilute the Yingyue Pill."

Tu Shanjun originally intended to search for it, and seeing this medicinal herb again, naturally he would not waste it.

Take out an object talisman from the soul streamer.

Take out the jade box, use a small jade pick to knock off the green water flower, put it into the jade box, and seal it with a yellow talisman.

Although the mana drop is not much, it is still obvious.

Tu Shanjun still hoped to use this pig-pork dragon-ban slave to get out of Yinfeng Valley, so he didn't put the Nawu Talisman back.

Instead, he pulled out a bundle from the pile of dead bones, and threw the jade box into the bundle.

"Let's go."

After Tu Shanjun searched and cleared Zhu Polong's water mansion, he turned around, plunged into the river outside, and swam to the river bank.

The Yinfeng Valley is just a subsidence, mainly composed of rivers and streams that converge.

The fact that this spirit can stay here is enough to show that there are no other powerful monsters besides it.

However, there are still a few remnant souls in the mountain, and Mr. Tu Shanjun did not let them go, and all of them were collected into the soul banners as supplements.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are also meat.

The soul banner is originally a magic weapon that accumulates more, since I met Mr. Tu Shan, I naturally want to collect the ghost into the soul banner and turn it into my own help.

In the morning, the dew wets the legs and feet.

The flippers were full of weedy mud.

Running and chasing, finally Bu Wu stopped the afterimage in front of him, and the soul flag turned around, dragging the ghost into the soul flag.

"Fifth."

The pig woman watched for a long time before finally touching the soul banner, so there was not much time left for Tu Shanjun.

It is dawn now.

It took more than an hour to find five ghosts, most of whom had just entered the stage.

"Is there reincarnation in the world without hell?"

"Let so many lonely and wild ghosts run around, and there will be no chance to seduce the soul." This thought appeared in Tu Shanjun's mind again.

However, past life legends cannot be applied indiscriminately.

His understanding of the world of cultivating immortals is shallow, and the ancient law books have never said anything about it.

There may be similar institutions.

For example, Wanfazong specializes in dealing with monks interfering in the mortal world.

It's just that looking at the work efficiency of Wanfazong, most of the things they deal with are large-scale incidents.

Hundreds of thousands, even millions, of mortal beings were involved, and the Foundation Establishment cultivator had just come in person.

In fact, when you look deeper, Wanfazong is more of a deterrent effect.

Tu Shanjun didn't bother to think too much about it, the most urgent thing was to find a banner master who was handy, and then collect the living souls steadily.

"The town closest to the river..."

Tu Shanjun walked out of the Yinfeng Valley along the path, and there were two figures walking towards here not far away.

Coir raincoat and bamboo hat, coarse cloth jacket.

Walk through the forest path.

Tu Shanjun casually made a trick to cover up the monster's body, turning himself into a down-and-out wandering Taoist priest.

Two steps forward, he was about to ask for directions but stopped.

Instead, the two spoke first: "Taoist Wu, where are you from?"

It's getting closer, and I can see it more clearly.

The old man was a little short, with wrinkles attached to his face like old tree bark. The skin exposed outside his short jacket was dark and strong, obviously because he often did physical work.

The young man took off his bamboo hat, staring at the impoverished Taoist walking on the path with his sharp eyes.

Tu Shanjun looked him up and down.

The old man was carrying a hatchet, and the young man put his hand on the handle of the knife on his waist like a stubble, staring at him covetously.

"Pindao is just passing by, I want to ask the benefactor..."

The young man interrupted before he finished speaking: "Last night, a foreign object fell from the sky, have you ever seen it?"

Even Tu Shanjun was stunned by the other party's words. These two people came after the falling of the soul banner. It seems that there was indeed a lot of movement last night.

"What the benefactor said is this thing."

Tu Shanjun smiled, threw out the soul banner, and stood in front of the young man in the wind.

The soul banner fluttered without wind, and a trace of evil spirit leaked out.

The young man was shocked by the big change in Nuo, but he was immediately attracted by the soul banner.

After being promoted to the magic weapon in the middle stage, the appearance of the soul flag is even more imposing, and it is no longer kneaded like a children's toy in the beginning.

As long as you are not a fool, you can understand the power of the magic weapon.

"baby!"

Just as the young man was about to reach out to touch it, the old man beside him grabbed him and shouted, "No!"

"Father, this is clearly a treasure. With this treasure, even Hexi Lord is no match for us."

"I know, but there is something wrong with this person." The old man looked at the downcast Taoist who was carrying a burden, his cloudy eyes flashed fiercely.

It's nothing more than being able to walk out of the river so swaggeringly, and even take the baby away.

Is it true that the owner of the river is a vegetarian?
It must be that this down-and-out Taoist has the means, not to mention being able to defeat the Lord of the River, but also be able to escape calmly.

"Whether you take it or not, I can leave if you don't."

Tu Shanjun took out the jug from his bag, sat down on a stone beside him, took a swig, and then got up.

He stretched out his hand as if to put away the soul banner.

Seeing that the impoverished Taoist was about to wave, the young man was not willing to do it, his eyes were red and he directly held the Zunhun Banner.

As soon as he grasped the soul banner, the color in his eyes disappeared immediately, and he fell to the ground with a bang, already lifeless.

"Son!"

The old man roared, his body suddenly swelled, he tore through his short jacket and turned over his bamboo hat.

While the eyes widened, the short hair quickly covered the body.

With a roar, he rushed towards Tu Shanjun with a hatchet in hand.

With a simple move by Tu Shanjun, the ghost of the soul flag sprang out.

It just dragged the old bear's living soul into the soul banner in an instant.

The old bear's huge body crashed to the ground.

Looking at the young man's body again, the prototype was also revealed at this moment, it was a strong bear.

The strength of these two bears is low, but they have changed so delicately that monks of the same level may not recognize them at all.

Tu Shanjun took out the jade carving knife from the burden, peeled off the old bear's skin, and used magic to transform it into a cloak, and put it on his body to cover up the fishy smell of the dragon on his body. Then he nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's suitable."

The soul flag fell into his hand, and he waved it casually, turning the two bear corpses into evil spirits.

When the wind blew, the remaining dry bones turned into powder and rolled into the mud beside the path.

"Hey, the two bears didn't say in advance where the nearest city is."

"Should kill slowly."

He muttered something, followed the footsteps of the two bears and walked out of Yinfeng Valley.

These trails will eventually converge to the main road. As long as you get close to Tu Shanjun, you can recognize the road, so it doesn't matter if you don't ask.

Tu Shanjun didn't expect that the little bear would be shocked to death by the evil spirit of the soul banner.

Judging from the situation, he should have just entered the stage. According to the cultivation base of the monks, it is estimated that it will not exceed the third level of Qi training.

That's why the old bear is a little bit smart.

After walking for about half a day, Mr. Tu Shan still hasn't seen the main road.

I'm in a bad mood, and it seems that drinking water will touch my head.

At this moment, the sky was overcast and cloudy, and it was already pouring rain.

In the vast night, there seemed to be fire flickering on the mountain ahead.

Tu Shanjun quickened his pace.

Don't talk about sheltering from the rain, anyway, I have to find someone to ask for directions.Even if you can't meet anyone, the mountain spirits and ghosts will show you the way.

(End of this chapter)