I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 252 Lost
The sword fingers were kneaded into a sword formula and turned slowly.

The flying sword wrapped around Han An's wrist like a swimming dragon, showing its sharpness and cold light.

The blue mana around his body transpired, causing the ripples around his body to vibrate.

The black-robed Taoist on the other side of the stone table looked at Han An calmly, without even frowning.

Is it tense?
It sounds like it.

But I always felt that the devil was too confident, he didn't even show the slightest nervous expression, he just quietly stretched out his hand.

The small black flag was held up just like that.

"Since Fellow Daoist Han thinks that I am a devil, then this magic weapon will be accepted by Fellow Daoist Han, so that others will not use this magic weapon to collect ghosts, and it will be regarded as removing a scourge for the common people."

Tu Shanjun just held up his hands while confessing.

Although he still looked like a black-robed Taoist, Han An felt that the person in front of him was old, and despite the lingering Zen, he was like a rickety old monkey giving up the peaches he picked.

Just by the temperament he exudes, it can be found that the Taoist in front of him is not evil, violent, let alone those strong malice.

But in terms of kindness, it’s not like that.

On the contrary, there is a kind of tranquility of the lonely shadow in the world.

The spiritual judge opened his eyes.

Han An could see clearly that the aura of the black-robed Taoist was dim, and the mana candle seemed to be fluttering in the wind and would go out at any moment.

In this way, Tu Shanjun did not deceive him, he really lost his power.

But such a powerful monk cannot simply guess, even if there is only the last trace of magic power left, as long as there is such a moment, he will be killed.

Han An held out his hand.

There are countless ways to get the banner in his mind.

Even he didn't realize that the distance between his hand and the Zunhun Banner was already close at hand.

It seems that he can take away the small streamer in front of him at any time.

After a stalemate for a while, Han An laughed out loud like self-deprecating.

The voice changed from soft to loud and then sighed quietly: "I can't take it away."

Tu Shanjun was not surprised either.

After all, he is also a master of golden core, and he has walked out of his own way. Even if there is only a trace of magic power left, the energy in his whole body is perfect.

In Han An's eyes, he had no way of doing anything.

……

"I am not a righteous person, so how can I have the qualifications to speak out against demons."

The flying sword turned into a wooden ring again and wrapped around his wrist in the flip of his hand, and the cyan mana that was steaming on his body gradually extinguished.

Han An sat down on the stone pier, picked up the butterfly-shaped wine cup on the stone table in front of him, and drank with his head up.

Only then did Tu Shanjun look a little surprised.

The soul flag was not included in the sleeve robe, but was placed on the table in a very ordinary way.

"If you can keep your heart and don't let the spiritual altar be covered with dust, you have half a foot in the Tao."

"It's hard for you to walk in the world with a body of spirit, and you can still cultivate such a weird way."

Han An, who picked up the butterfly bowl, suddenly raised his head.

The stern look turned into a helpless smile in an instant: "The Taoist priest is indeed unpredictable."

"How can there be Sophora japonica evergreen all the year round, it's just so strange, you actually have the method of enslaving ghosts, and the ghosts have been warmed and nourished, it's really amazing." Tu Shanjun just said lightly, his stooped body gradually straightened.

Yu Huaifeng lived for half a year.

Because Tu Shanjun is not just living in seclusion, it is inevitable that he will investigate some things.

"Yes, I am the big locust tree in Huaifeng City." Han An admitted with a nod.

Logically speaking, in fact, the two should have something to say.

After all, one is regarded as a devil, and the other is a ghost.

The demons and ghosts are all together.

Just like what Han An said, how can he speak falsely to correct evil.

After drinking another glass, he put down the wine bowl and praised: "Good wine, it's just that a certain person really doesn't want to drink for fun."

What he saw today, Han An was really surprised. Although he had already guessed, it would be better to verify it with Mr. Tu Shan.

As for whether Tu Shanjun can help, Han An no longer has extravagant hopes.

No matter what kind of person the black-robed Taoist is, this treasure is after all a magical weapon for collecting souls, and even if it is used as a reliance, it is absolutely unreliable.

"Isn't Daoist surprised why I help the people in the city?" Han An suddenly thought.

Why didn't the other party discuss good and evil with him like a general devil, but continued to make medicine very quietly.

He didn't even care about the black gold banner on the table, let alone ask him why he helped Huaifeng.

"If fellow Taoist wants to talk, I'll be happy to listen, otherwise, what's the matter with me?" Tu Shanjun put down the medicine pestle and compared the appearance of the finished medicinal materials described in the book.

"If the road is uneven, someone will shovel it, and if the problem is uneven, someone will take care of it."

"When people are in charge, don't I have to ask the reason and guess the purpose of others?"

"If you are idle, you will panic."

"The way to break the situation is here, you can take it if you want to, or find a way out if you don't, please do it." Tu Shanjun waved his hand, quite impatiently.

If he really has so much leisure, how can he practice with peace of mind.

As long as it doesn't get in his way, he doesn't care that much about what other people do.

If anyone stands in his way, regardless of whether it is the righteous way or the evil way, he will die and pass away, and his life will be used to complete his way of longevity.

'This seat? '

'And you said that you are not a devil? '

While slandering Han An, he looked at the black gold banner on the table, stretched out his hand and cupped it in his hand and said, "Master..."

What happened next made his eyes widen.

The Taoist in black robe before him turned into ashes and dissipated in the night sky in the evening wind.

"This……"

Rao Han An had seen many strange things, and what happened before his eyes was too bizarre, like a dream.

If it wasn't for the fact that the drinking butterfly bowl was still there, stained with alcohol, he even felt that he had been immersed in hallucinations.

He looked at the soul banner in his hand, put it in his arms at last, and left without knowing what to do.

……

Stepping into the courtyard, the charming woman hurriedly greeted her.

First, he carefully checked whether Han An was injured, and then said worriedly: "Master, you are finally back. I sensed the mana of the master, and thought something happened."

"There are indeed some, but Madam don't need to worry too much."

Han An patted the back of Ying Ji's weak and boneless hand as a relief.

It's just that for a while, I didn't know how to open my mouth to tell what happened.

In fact, even he himself hasn't straightened things out yet. All in all, he should have met an expert.

Such people can't be divided into any clear categories, it can only be said that it is very troublesome, especially... Han An thought of this, and couldn't help but took out the small black gold flag.

Treasures are self-filthy, and now the soul banner has no terrifying aura of magical treasures, just like a children's toy, there is no danger at all.

Ying Ji seemed to have seen Han An's emotions, and thought that she was lost, so she turned the topic to another direction: "Master, did you fight with that Taoist priest?"

Han An nodded but felt that something was wrong, so he shook his head.

When the black-robed Taoist handed out the soul banner for the first time, the opponent's round aura didn't give him any chance to make a move.

For some reason, he just had a feeling that as long as he dared to reach out, he would definitely die in the hands of the black-robed Taoist.

Anyway, he lost.

very thorough.

……

Another seven days.

In the camp of the rebel bandits, a tall altar stands.

The bottom layer is covered with flesh and blood, with white bones piled up in the middle, while the top is a human head supporting an altar.

More than a dozen monks in white Taoist robes on the altar recited the thought words, and their mana condensed into beams of light and shone on the altar in front of them.

Hundreds of evil spirits appear and run in it.

The monk presiding over the altar ceremony got up, behind him was a swaggering banner, and the banner was full of gloomy talismans.

The formula in his hand changed, and he said loudly: "The rampant troops are assembled, and the next thing is to kill the supernatural power in the city."

"Don't accidentally kill ordinary people, or you will bear the consequences."

"Discipline the rampant soldiers and ghost generals well."

They can't control what the immortal masters above the altar do, let alone dare to control them.

The only order they got was to 'make a fire, cook food, have a good rest, and attack the city at five o'clock. '

The immortal master is so high that even Qu Shuai dare not offend him, and they have to offer delicious food and drink, and the soldiers sent to guard the altar can only bite the bullet.

Even though they had already seen the scene of the immortal master subduing the evil spirits, such a huge surge of ghost soldiers still made their spines feel cold and their scalps numb.

……

Huaifeng was under the shadow of the rogues outside the city.

The general guarding the city was named Zhao Zhong, who was Huaifeng's county lieutenant.

It's just that years of easy life and drinking have already eaten away his body.

Seeing the burning beacon fire and the stretching military tents, his face was pale and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

I have never seen such a big scene before, and I will naturally feel uneasy and fearful when I face it suddenly.

"Han Butou, what can you see?" Zhao Zhongqiang pretended to be calm and looked at Han An who was standing tall beside him.

He can still be useful in general army battles.

Although the physical deficit is severe, the good news is that the foundation is still there, and the battle formation command has a certain ability.

However, in the face of those strange fairy master methods, he has no confidence in his heart and can only rely on Han An.

Speaking of which, in the past, the policemen of the county government were just running errands, until the appearance of this man in front of him, he provoked the mainstay, and became the pillar of the county government office, and no ghosts and ghosts could disturb Huaifeng.

Therefore, in the face of such a battle, Zhao Zhong can only hope that the headhunter Huaifeng can use magical means.

The rebels were stationed no more than ten miles away from Huaifeng, so it could be said that they arrived in the blink of an eye, so he couldn't help but worry.

"Lieutenant Zhao, be safe and don't be impatient, wait for me to check."

While Han An nodded, he tapped his forehead with his fingers in a seal, his eyes flashed with spiritual light, and the Dharma eyes opened.

Even though it was dusk, there was no glow, only large cumulus clouds covering half of the sky, and they were slowly covering Huaifeng.

"The black smoke stretches for several miles, and I am afraid that something is causing trouble."

Han An's expression was solemn, he didn't understand the battle formation, but why couldn't he see such an obvious cloud of evil spirits, maybe when they gathered people in the city for defense, the cultivators behind the rebels were also ready Prepare.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city, as if you could touch the cumulus clouds above your head with your hand.

In a short while, the entire sky has been covered.

It was clearly dusk, and the world suddenly darkened.

"It's a big fog." Li San, who was standing next to Han An, had bear patterns flashing on his back.

Because of the nightmare pattern possessed by the spirit, Li San's body has changed, not only is he crippled, but his body is also stronger than before.

"It's not fog, someone is opening the altar, and the altar is still moving like this, what is the method?"

"Imperial law, summon soldiers and horses."

"Could it be the rampant soldier ghost general?"

Han An's eagle-like eyes seemed to be piercing the fog in front of him.

"coming!"

Han An's expression changed.

Immediately, the signal flare in his hand sounded.

The fireworks bloomed, bringing nothing but surprise to everyone in the city.

(End of this chapter)