I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 255 Desperate
The pale evil ghost stepped into the battle formation of soldiers in the air.

The stumped limbs and arms flew across the sky, and the shield body was knocked away by the rampant ghost king.

The originally sound shield wall was torn open, and the suppressed ghost soldiers swarmed up, fighting against the soldiers in the battle formation.

"How could this be!"

Just a face-to-face effort, the Quartet soldiers will be defeated.

Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the pale evil spirit tore open the pawn shield wall of the large shield with a wave of his hand.

It was so fierce that it frightened a person crazy immediately.

The rest of the strangers also looked in horror at the powerful evil spirits that charged into the formation.

Turn around and run away without hesitation.

For a while, the only strange people in the city who were still resisting the ghost soldiers were Xiong Wei and Li San.

The power of the ghost king is so powerful.

But so what, we still have to fight.

Han An held the wooden sword blade with his left hand, and the blood immediately dyed the wooden sword blood red.

Then he picked up three pillars of high incense burning in the copper furnace with a sword, and stuck them on the wound on his palm.

While trembling, the three pillars of high incense were soaked in blood, and the pale yellow sparks turned into scarlet.

The scarlet light enveloped the radiant soldiers, and their power rose again.

The momentum was condensed into one piece, and the original trend of defeat was stopped immediately.

The figures of the four spirits gathered into one line, and the phantoms of the four spirits converged on one person.

With such power, after all, there is still a lack of spiritual control.

"Ma'am." Han An growled.

Behind the big locust tree came out the figure of a graceful woman, and the woman's face did not even have time to reveal a worried look before she was immersed in spiritual light.

With Ying Ji, the figure came alive immediately, and rushed straight to the pale ghost king.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the two sides had already fought.

Even though Ying Ji gathered the figures of the generals from all directions, she was still not the opponent of the pale ghost king, and she was already at a disadvantage after only two or three rounds.

"His strength has not been fully utilized, and there is still a chance."

Han An threw the wooden sword in his hand fiercely.

The blood-stained sword fell into Ying Ji's hand, and she turned the blade while slashing against the ghost's hand.

A scarlet scar then appeared, and the scar began to erode the ghost king's body like a rotten wound.

Although he didn't win, at least he won't be as shaky as before.

However, Han An's face became paler.

He is the spirit of the great locust tree, although he has Taoism and strange methods, he is not strong enough after all, so he can only rely on his own blood to motivate him.

When his mana is exhausted, maybe he, the spirit of the locust tree, will disappear.

I don't know how long it will take to wait for the big locust tree to conceive the soul, and no one can guarantee that the soul conceived will still be him. Even if he has memory, the person who appears in the end will be different.

"I didn't expect Huaifeng to have a capable person like you."

A sudden voice sounded.

"Who?!"

Han An's expression changed in surprise, and he followed the direction of the voice to find it.

The person who appeared among the ghost soldiers was dressed in a white robe, and his sword stood in midair.

The man's face was a little round, but his body had a kind of whiteness that did not belong to normal people, and the pupils of his eyes were much smaller than ordinary people.

If it wasn't for the presence of most of the living breath, Han An would have thought that the person who appeared here was a dead person.

The man cupped his hands slightly: "Teacher Luo Ji Tan Lin met fellow Taoist."

"Fellow Daoist's strange power is a cause for concern." Tan Lin was about to make a move when the crimson sword energy swept over, forming a grid-shaped barrier.

"It's really very skillful. This kind of technique that allows evil spirits to attach to people and have more powerful power is very powerful."

"Even the ghost king can stop it."

"But that's it. The Ghost King's power has only been used up to [-]%. If too much power is activated, even I can't control it well."

"You have to know that this is the foundation-building evil spirit."

Listening to the man's words, Han An was already in a daze.

He didn't know exactly what the foundation was, but the man said that the Pale White Ghost King had only exerted [-]% of his power.

If that's the case, they can't beat that thing at all.

Tan Lin didn't give Han An time to react. He came to Huaifeng City to activate the Pale White Ghost King and slaughter all the living forces.

Both hands made seals, and the gray talisman paper was sandwiched in the middle of the fingerprints.

Just shaking it slightly, the talisman paper ignited spontaneously without fire.

"disease."

The talisman turned into aura and flew into the pale ghost king's head.

Ying Ji twirled the wooden sword in her hand, and it turned into a red flower blooming in the air, but it couldn't resist the aura of the talisman paper.

The fog is thicker.

The howling wind was no longer cold, but indescribably heavy.

It's like putting iron rocks on everyone.

The soldiers who were defeated in the battle formation were quickly swallowed by the thick fog, and the pale yellow light on their bodies flickered slightly before disappearing without a trace. Obviously, such power could not resist the manifested supernatural power at all.

Silent despair.

Engulfed soldiers could not even call for help.

Boom, boom, boom.

The heavy footsteps were like drums of war, beating on the hearts of everyone, only oppression and indescribable weight.

Qi and blood rushed against the current, and traces of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

The strength of the foundation building evil spirits is too strong, but these weird scenes suppressed them.

Ying Ji backed away quickly, and leapt to appear in front of Han An, standing vigilantly and nervously holding her sword.

"Roar!"

With the roar of the beast, a bear that was running like a thunder rushed out of the thick mist and rushed in front of the pale ghost king.

The huge bear's paw was split from above.

The pale evil ghost's eyeballs moved abnormally and fixed on Xiong Shi's body.

The ghost claw raised and blocked the bear's paw effortlessly.

Li San felt as if his bones were about to split. He didn't hit the ghost at all, but the fine iron.

The severe pain distorted his face involuntarily, and the crunching sound drilled into his head along the bones, and he could clearly hear that it was the sound of his own palm cracking.

"Boom."

The palms were bent, and I could no longer exert strength.

Li San couldn't help screaming, the beast's roar pierced through the dense black mist.

"Han An, what did the Taoist priest leave for you?"

"Don't use it now, when will it be!"

The sound was like thunder, and the flashes of lightning also awakened Han An.

Han An let out a long breath.

He really didn't want to use that thing.

Although the Taoist leader has already stated the usage of this thing, for him, it is better to let him control the magical weapon of the magic way than to let it be in the hands of others.

Tan Lin, who was far away from the battlefield, couldn't help looking at Han An under the big locust tree.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the Pale White Ghost King, he chose to stay away from that area. As long as the power of the evil ghost is released, these people will not be able to escape, but it will be very troublesome to recover the evil ghost.

But this does not mean that he left, on the contrary, he monitored the ghost king and prevented others from escaping.

It now sounds as though the man still had something in his hand that he didn't use.

Tan Lin couldn't help murmuring: "It's useless, no matter what it is, it is vulnerable to the Foundation Establishment Ghost King."

……

Han An's blood-stained palms clenched the soul banner tightly, took it out of his arms, and mana surged into the soul banner.

"Master Dao, I don't know whether it is right or wrong now, but I have no other choice."

Inch Xu Xiaofan turned into Zhang Xu in the wind.

The dark sky disappeared, and the horror in the soul streamer opened his eyes, "This mana?"

"It's Han An."

Tu Shanjun frowned slightly, he handed the soul banner to Han An, not for Han An to use.

As long as you give the soul flag to the demon cultivator outside, Tu Shanjun can eat one back, and then things will be simple.

Because of this, when Han An first touched the soul banner, he did not directly bind the banner owner.

However, now that the mana is pouring in, the soul banner is automatically bound to the banner master.

Now was not the time to think about those things, or to blame him for not following his plan.

Since Han An was forced to use only the Zunhun Banner, it meant that he must have encountered a strong enemy and reached a moment of life and death.

……

The soul banner recovered about ten feet, and the deep darkness instantly covered the black mist.

The fog cleared, the wind died down.

Wordless terror spread rapidly.

Tan Lin looked at everything that happened in horror, and it seemed as if the world had changed in an instant.

The strangeness of the Foundation Establishment Ghost King was completely eliminated, no, not eliminated, but suppressed by something.

And suppressing these weird things is what appeared in the hands of the red-robed official uniform.

"what is that?"

Tan Lin's body protection mana formed a mask, and his spiritual eyes opened.

He finally saw clearly what the red-robed man was holding.

A strange soul banner.

"That is……"

Li San, who endured the pain of breaking his hand, looked back, and immediately widened his eyes. He recognized what it was. When the Taoist priest drew the bear for him, it was this thing that suppressed the formation.

He didn't expect that the Taoist priest would leave this thing for Han An.

The news of the Taoist priest's departure was brought to him by Han An.

Tan Lin couldn't recognize that thing, but the anomaly in front of him was obviously caused by that thing.

This repressed and inexplicable horror is even more weird than the ghostly wind and ghost fog of the Foundation Establishment Ghost King.

Tan Lin bit his finger, and a drop of blood flew into the banner.

The flags show bloody lines.

Ripples flatten the banner.

"Ghost King."

"kill him!"

As long as he could kill the man in the red robe, it would be useless even if the thing was weird. Maybe he could get a powerful treasure because of this opportunity.

Tan Lin could see clearly that Han An was already at the end of his strength, even if he possessed supernatural powers, his strength was still too weak.

Obtaining Tan Lin's order, the Pale White Ghost King screamed and rushed over.

"Don't hurt him!"

Ying Ji shouted angrily, and the blood-stained wooden sword turned into rainbow light and slashed.

It's just that the pale ghost king passed Ying Ji directly and appeared in front of Han An.

"what."

Ying Ji was taken aback.

She didn't react at all.

The pale ghost king had silently raised his ghost claws and headed straight for Han An's head.

The strong wind hit, and the ferocious killing intent also turned into substance. It seemed that Han An's head would be crushed by the ghost's claws in the next moment.

Suddenly.

The Pale White Ghost King froze in front of Han An, making no progress.

"kill him."

Tan Lin's imprints kept urging the ghost king to do it.

However, he felt great resistance.

Look closely.

A blue-black palm grabbed the pale ghost king's head.

The purple-black oval nails are ancient and terrifying, and the strong arm seems to have no strength at all, just bending the fingers to hold the pale ghost king.

"A small foundation building dares to be king."

As the voice fell, the arm slowly retracted, and it was actually pulling the pale ghost king to the soul banner.

No matter how the pale evil ghost struggled, it was useless, and he could only watch helplessly as he was pulled into the pitch-black banner, without any ripples at all.

Because of the connection of the breath, at the same time as the pale evil spirit was dragged in, the head priest named Tan Lin spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of horror and fear, and his eyes were full of panic.

That thing was too terrifying, and he didn't want to stay there for a moment.

Without saying anything, Yu Jian wanted to run away.

(End of this chapter)