I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 251 Revealed
"Mr. Jun, please do me a favor. There is no more food in the village."

The old man with pale hair covered in dust and dirt, leaning on a fire stick begged bitterly.

The lower the bent body was, the lower the legs could not help swinging.

A few days ago, when Huaifeng's officers and soldiers wanted to requisition food, they had searched it all over, and they didn't even keep the rations for their survival. They had to dig wild vegetables and burn tree roots as a last resort.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the officers and soldiers left, the rebels came again.

The man in military armor riding a tall horse and wearing an unmatched hood cast a faint glance.

The small village is already dilapidated, and many places are just plastered with new mud, not to mention that it can't stop anything at all, and it will be even more embarrassing if it encounters some rain.

Inside the gate, the women and children in scanty clothes all looked skinny.

Staring at them through the broken doors and windows.

Those eyes were full of fear and confusion, and the faint color expressed endless hardships.

"Where are the young and strong in the village?"

"Back to the army, all the young and strong in the village went out to beg, only the old and the weak, women and children were left." The old man knelt on the ground, hoping that these soldiers who did not look like imperial soldiers could leave.

The man on the horse didn't move, raised his hand and ordered: "Tucun!"

When the order was obtained, the gathered anti-thieves immediately swarmed up.

The blood fiend filled and turned into flames.

"I fought with you."

The old man lying on the ground grabbed his crutches and rushed to the tall horse with a roar. Just as he raised the crutches in his hand, he saw a cold light flashing and blood flowing down his neck.

This is not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre, and the flames are filled with cries.

Women's cries, children's cries, and the harsh sound of tearing clothes.

Perhaps it was because of the lack of strength due to hunger, even the sound became smaller and smaller, leaving only the sound of bandits slaughtering.

The man sitting on the horse said loudly: "Pull out the spine, lock the soul, and cast the altar with flesh and blood."

The gangsters didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest. They had already seen the general's ruthlessness. If they were slow, even their own heads would be cut off by the soldiers, and their bodies would be stuffed into the altar. Even their souls would not be able to get out of reincarnation.

After a while, an altar made of corpses appeared at the head of the village, with flesh and blood on the bottom layer, spine structure on the middle layer, and skulls on the upper layer.

Talismans were pasted on all sides to seal the souls in the altar.

After everything was done, a man in a gray robe came up just now, chanting the formula.

The black evil spirit turned into a mist, lingered above the altar and finally rushed into the altar.

The ghosts inside roared and roared, and the howling of ghosts turned into ripples.

The red-eyed soul was rushed by the evil spirit, and the weak one was instantly destroyed on the spot, and the pure yin energy was absorbed by other ghosts to quickly grow their bodies.

It's just that these yin qi are limited, and driven by the evil qi, many ghosts kill and eat each other.

The method of raising Gu is general, raising the most vicious ghosts.

"What a ferocious head!"

The grey-robed monk showed joy, and a dark talisman flew out of his sleeve and stuck it on the forehead of the evil spirit.

……

Han An woke up abruptly, and the ferocity on his face hadn't faded away.

Hastily put on a long gown and walked to the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, I saw a woman walking out of the locust tree in front of me and floating in front of Han An.

The graceful figure was covered by a long skirt, and the lotus root-like arms passed under Han An's ribs.

Wrapping around his body, he said softly: "Master, are you having nightmares again?"

Han An embraced the woman, stroked her soft hair, and said in a low voice, "It's not a dream, it all happened for real. You know what I'm capable of."

Smelling the faint fragrance of Sophora japonica on the woman's body, Han An's expression softened a lot.

The woman leaned her pretty face on Han An's shoulder and said, "Master."

Han An sighed, he expected that there would be a large army, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Moreover, Luojiao's magic cultivator also forged the altar with flesh and blood. Once this is done, Huaifeng will most likely fall.

Living in the city, he was quite constrained.

There are very few strange people and powerful people contacted, and most of them are people who have been practicing for several years but do not have strong combat power.

"I'm going to see him."

"Master, that Taoist priest is not simple, we still don't want to..."

"Ma'am, don't worry, I know it well."

……

"Fellow Daoist Han came to ask me to drink again?"

Under the moonlight, Mr. Tu in front of the stone table is grinding medicinal herbs with a stone mill, sorting them out and testing the medicinal properties.

Han An, who smelled of Sophora japonica, sat upright.

"Daoist, Huaifeng is in danger. It's extremely urgent. Luojiao demon cultivators built a platform to form a magic circle, trying to trap Huaifeng. They also extracted souls and souls to create ghost soldiers."

"When Huaifeng City is destroyed, the people in the city will inevitably be slaughtered."

Han An didn't know how to tell him, nor how to persuade Tu Shanjun.

Seven days had passed since he looked for Mr. Tu Shan last time. Han An actually felt relieved when he met again. He thought that the black-robed Taoist had left, but luckily he was still in the city.

Tu Shanjun put down the medicine pestle in his hand, wiped his hands with a rag, then looked at Han An, and said calmly, "You think I don't want to make a move?"

Han An was a little surprised. Tu Shanjun was silent for a while and couldn't help asking: "Isn't the Taoist priest concerned about the sect that controls the monks?"

The Taoist in black robe shook his head slightly and regretfully said: "No, it's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't make a move."

"I'm not afraid of fellow Daoist Han's jokes. The only mana I have left can only move this body, not even the magic weapon to protect the way."

"what?!"

Hearing Tu Shanjun's explanation, Han An froze in place dumbfounded.

It took a long time to come back to God.

Looking at the butterfly-shaped wine bowl in front of him, his appearance was reflected by the moonlight.

It was the first time he had seen the expression on Han An's face.

The heart jumped up to his throat, pretending to be calm, he put on a smile and said: "Master Dao, this is the end of the matter, why do you have to deceive me with such a joke."

Tu Shanjun didn't respond, he really didn't have any extra mana to support him.

I planned to help Li San and leave directly to find a suitable banner master.

Hearing that the war was about to start, he didn't leave.

I originally wanted to use this to gather a group of souls and fill them into the soul banners to strengthen my own strength, but I didn't realize that I didn't have enough power reserved. After so many days, it was already difficult.

As long as the last remaining mana candle in the dantian is extinguished, Zhu Polong's body will completely 'die'.

Part of the reason was that Li San was covered in bear skin by casting too strong a spell, which caused the mana that was still enough to leave to suddenly cross the warning line.

Inexperienced, naturally there is no way to do it perfectly.

……

Looking at the serious expression of the black-robed Taoist, Han An suddenly felt that the other party didn't need to lie to him at all.

The hope in my heart was annihilated, and the look in my eyes disappeared.

Han Anchang sighed, and stood up slowly when he cupped his hands, with a look of despair.

"I have a treasure that can be used by the Pingluo Sect Demon Cultivator."

After Tu Shanjun's words fell, Han An, who had already got up, paused, his eyes flickered with surprise, and he hurriedly asked, "He baby?"

The black-robed Taoist swept his sleeves and opened his five fingers.

A small flag floated in his hand, and countless ferocious ghosts were painted on the open flag, and the main pole of the soul flag was all black and gold in color.

The moment he saw the soul flag, Han An's eyes widened, and his whole body burst into magic power. The wooden dragon bracelet turned into a long sword in the wind and fell into his hand.

While being surprised, he finally understood why he saw such a scene when he first saw the black-robed Taoist.

Only now did he understand.

What he saw was not the appearance of the black-robed Taoist at all, but this treasure.

You don't even need to open your eyes, just by observing with the naked eye, you can feel the power of the treasure.

"You don't have to be so nervous, Fellow Daoist Han."

Although Tu Shanjun said so, Han An was still uneasy. His current mood was not humane, maybe he couldn't recognize it, or he was not sure, so he asked nervously: "Magic weapon?"

Speaking of comparing the soul banner with the wooden dragon sword in his hand, he was very skeptical.

Until I heard Tu Shanjun's answer.

"It's a magic weapon!"

Han An's eyes flickered, his blood was boiling, and his complexion turned rosy.

At the same time, his vigilance against Tu Shanjun was raised to the peak, and he even clenched the long sword in his hand.

His expression changed, as if he was waiting for Tu Shanjun's follow-up words.

However, even though it was calm on the surface, there were turbulent waves in my heart, even to the point of fighting between man and god.

Greedy thoughts flashed in my heart, and my originally clear eyes became a little cloudy.

If the treasure in front of him is really a magic weapon, maybe there is a chance to reverse the situation, and the black-robed Taoist also said that his body has no magic power left.

Seeing the actions of the person in front of him, Mr. Tu Shan couldn't help laughing. Human greed is like a fire burning in his heart, no matter how persuasive it is buried, it will be difficult to extinguish it.

"This treasure is called 'Respecting the Soul Banner', and there is a powerful Yin God in the banner."

"As long as Fellow Daoist Han gives this treasure to the Demonic Cultivator of the Luo Sect outside the army formation, Pindao will naturally have a way to break the Demonic Cultivator of the Luo Sect."

Tu Shanjun didn't say clearly about the backlash of the soul flag, some things can't be explained too clearly, let alone just outsiders.

Is it necessary to spread the word that the banner of honoring the soul can turn back the owner of the banner?

What's more, it's not clear why it involves itself in just a few words.If you talk too much, it is easy to reveal your own footsteps, and it is difficult to guarantee that a powerful monk will not be able to find out something along these things.

So he just told Han An that doing so would solve the magic cultivators outside the city.

As for the specific method, of course, it is to turn back the magic cultivator to refine it into a banner slave, and then use the magic power of the banner slave to break it.

In such a small place, there will never be monks who are higher than Tu Shanjun.

Han An's expression changed, the scent of Sophora japonica flowers on his body became stronger, and the clarity in his eyes began to gain the upper hand.

"It seems that Mr. Han made the mistake of being the head of the Dao, and the head of the Dao couldn't stay for a while, isn't it just to put away the ghosts and fill up this magic weapon of the Dao of Magic?"

"What is the difference between such behavior and Luojiao Moxiu?"

"No, you are the devil."

Han An stared at Tu Shanjun firmly, and his mana began to work.

Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time and couldn't help laughing. He stretched his arms half an inch forward, and the soul flag in his hand was twirling: "I am the devil, so the fellow Taoist is the right way?"

(End of this chapter)