I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 262
"What a big tone, I'm not afraid that the wind will flash his tongue." The fierce ghost who was full of ghosts sneered, his face could not help but split, and he opened his bloody mouth.

Full of evil spirit, the mandrill holding the bone stick curled up with one leg, and drank: "The bald donkey better lie, don't talk nonsense with it."

"Kill him and the treasure will be ours."

"The monk has eaten a lot of meat. This is the first time I have seen such a high-level monster." The leader of the monster was covered in green hair, his fangs were bared, and the meat piled up on his body looked like a hill.

I don't know what the mountain ghost ate to change into this appearance.

It stands to reason that foundation-building monsters can take human form, although they still retain [-] to [-]% of the monster's characteristics, and ordinary concealment can still be done.

However, this monster only has a human form, and the others are in a mess.

A pair of round and bulging eyes looked up and down at Juefa in gray robe.

Because he felt that his skin was thin and tender, the green-haired monster couldn't help stretching out his long scarlet tongue and licked his lips, wrapping it around with foul-smelling saliva.

At the beginning, the person who persuaded the method to leave the spiritual stone treasure was slightly thinner.

The neck is entangled on the body like a snake, and a big head is lifted out.

The skin on his body is mostly dark blue, and the smell of ghosts is pitiful, but the smell of ghosts is very strong.Noticing the Yinshen Zhuji approaching, he couldn't help but said, "What kind of heel are you? Why haven't I seen you before, and I want to get a share of the pie?"

"What did I say? It turned out to be a robbery."

"This seat is not interested."

The snake ghost pursed his lips and said nothing, with contempt on his face.

The bald donkey is a big talker, and here comes another person who doesn't know his status.

It's okay for the Yin ghost of Zhuji to call him the little king, but how dare he call himself the seat, otherwise where would he put the golden core ghost king?
But as long as they don't make trouble, they don't intend to provoke them.

Although it was easy to say, they understood that this monk was not easy to deal with, and provoking a strong enemy would just add trouble to themselves.

Wait until the monk is slaughtered and then talk to him.

Tu Shanjun held the Yin God of the drowning ghost and threw a pestle there, and didn't intend to help.

The ghost in his hand was still struggling, so he punched the head again, smashing half of his head, the ghost twitched twice and stopped moving.

Juefa doesn't use soul flags, Tu Shanjun will not be able to make a move on the pole.

When he realizes that the power of the law is exhausted and his life is at stake, he will naturally think of the life-saving magic weapon of the soul banner.

Tu Shanjun made it clear that the chariots and horses were going to watch the show, but he also started the performance wisely.

……

Jue Faxu combined his hands to form a spell in an instant.

"Bone Seal, Vajra Suppresses Evil."

Juefa's body looked a bit burly, but his movements were crisp and neat, and he didn't become dull at all because of his body shape.

The palm of Buddha's seal wrapped in coercion and great force hit the snake ghost's head.

The tyrannical force threw his neck up like noodles, and then he fell to the ground without life.

The rest of the ghosts looked in horror at Juefa who stepped over the corpse of the snake ghost with a calm expression.

They were indeed intimidated.

The snake ghost was a ghost in the late stage of Qi training, so he was beaten to death by the monk's light palm.

It even gave them an illusion: "Could it be that the snake ghost is a silver-like wax gun head, and the atmosphere in the weekdays is all faked?"

"Amitabha."

They were stunned and didn't stop, the bones and Buddha beads turned into rays of light to form a magic net.

Not to mention the great perfection of Qi training, even the ghosts who are also foundation builders can't resist.

The leftist monk sacrificed a piece of gray-purple talisman paper and tore open a small hole by shaking his wrist.

It was only enough for him to get out by himself, and before the ghost behind him came out, the opening of the French Open disappeared.

"what?"

Tu Shanjun let out a light snort, the leftist monk is the follower of Luo Jiao.

It can be seen that his cultivation base is only a great perfection in Qi training, and he should be in the same position as the person who captured Huaifeng City.

The cultivator following Luojiao was about to escape when he suddenly felt that Feijian was out of control.

Looking back, he saw a blue-gray hand grasping the hilt of the sword, and immediately the spirit of the dead burst into flames, vigorously mobilizing mana.

Who would have thought that the man would drag him over in a flash of hands.

The ghostly hand of the Yin God of Establishing the Foundation covered the monk's head: "Does Luo Jiao have any plans?"

"Forget it, let me see for myself."

The soul search technique was launched, forcefully invading the cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness to search for memories about Luo Jiao.

The soul-searched cultivator's eyes protruded, and he passed a small semicircle.With a ferocious face, he pinched his own neck as if he was suffocating, and finally tore off his flesh and blood alive.The body twisted and twisted until the last life was wiped out.

Mr. Tu Shan knew early on that magic arts were not prepared for good people, but he did not expect that the soul search technique would be so cruel, and the recipients were in unbearable pain.

He casually condensed Moxiu's body into evil spirit, without even leaving any bones.

Luo Jiao provoked the fight not only to collect rampant soldiers and ghost generals, but also to prepare for refining corpses.

Although this person is a head priest, he doesn't know much about it. He only heard that the envoy of the Shangzong gave them such a task and asked them to prepare in advance.If you do well, you will be rewarded, and you will have the opportunity to go to the Shangzong.

Tu Shanjun threw the two ghosts into the soul banner.

Over there, Juefa has saved the snake ghost, and there are still ghosts under the big net of Buddhist beads.

Seeing Tu Shanjun throwing two ghosts into the soul banner, he couldn't help but said: "Senior, killing people and refining souls is the way of the devil. In the future, you will be entangled in evil karma, and the road to practice will become more and more difficult."

Tu Shanjun turned a deaf ear, and at the same time turned his eyes away to the exit of the ghost city.

The fog that has faded a lot, the ghost city portal walked out of the figure.

Dressed in yellow clothes, he looked like a ghost, and shouted angrily: "Monk Wuna, how dare you make trouble in the ghost market under the jurisdiction of the Daheishan ghost king, and you will let them go soon."

Seeing this ghost coming, a group of trapped ghosts suddenly regained their spirits and shouted for help.

"Monk, let us go soon."

"Your Majesty, help me."

The ghost known as the Lord of the City stared at Juefa coldly: "Let them go!"

Shouted to.

All that could be seen was the mist billowing and shadows glowing brightly, the banner hanging down like an iron coupon, and the ghost soldiers moving through the mist revealed their appearances.

Juefa lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha, the donor's actions are biased. Or are you colluding with each other to seek wealth and kill your life?"

The yellow-clothed ghost no longer put on a show.

Grinning his mouth, his eyes appeared strangely: "So what if it's just seeking money?"

"Put down the spirit stone treasure or die, you choose one."

Hearing the laughter from the side, he suddenly felt annoyed, and scolded coldly: "There is also that white-faced boy, you are laughing so hard, it has nothing to do with you, hurry up. If I hear any bad rumors about the market in the future , and killed you."

Tu Shanjun's laughter stopped abruptly, leaving only a sullen face with a half-hearted smile: "What a dog!"

At the same time, Juefa's complexion changed drastically.

His magic power was withdrawn by [-]% in an instant, but Jue Fa did not stop Tu Shanjun.

They have already met each other in battle, so if we talk about the principle of my Buddha's mercy, it is to play the piano to the cow, and it is better to save these ghosts.

And because of his lack of cultivation, he couldn't stop Tu Shanjun from drawing his mana.

Juefa sighed and said, "Amitabha."

When the fog rose, three more Yin Gods who established the foundation came out from the soul banner.

When the leader stepped out of the soul banner, the black Taoist robe on his body turned into armor.

His white hair fluttered all over his head, and his solemn face was majestic.

Including the Yin God of Establishment who was already outside, there were four of them in total.

Even in the mid-stage of foundation establishment, the yellow-clothed ghost was stunned and unable to speak at this time, the shock in his eyes had already overflowed: "The art of subjugating ghosts?"

"No, how could..."

Before the yellow-clothed ghost finished speaking, he felt his world spinning for a while.

When I regained my senses, I realized that my head fell off at some point.He flipped over and fell to the ground, half of his face was stained with mud and gravel, and he could barely look sideways at his headless corpse standing still.

In fact, he instinctively made an action, his mana surged up, and the spell was also formed in half.

Yet he saw a flash of white light.

what is that?
Is it the hair of the head builder ghost cultivator?

It doesn't seem to be.

That seemed to be Jian Guang.

Such a fast sword, the head fell off with the kung fu of shaking the gods.

Before the ghost in yellow could fly away, a pale hand picked up his head, extracting the Yin God of Foundation Establishment hidden in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Throwing the Yin God into the Soul Banner, Wen Yue turned his head and faced the ghost soldiers standing in front of Fangshi.

One step forward, the shadow is like a shooting star.

The three Foundation Establishment Yin Gods who were following Wen Yue also all shot.

In a few breaths of time, the ghost soldier had already discarded his helmet and armor, and was caught in the hands of Yinshen Zhuji.

"Breaking temples and smashing doors."

……

"Who are you? How dare you break into Fangshi!"

"This is the Hugushan Ghost City under the jurisdiction of the Daheishan Ghost King. If you are sensible, get back quickly, or my king will have to pay the price!" The ghost that just flew up roared. White light hit, and then the body fell down.

The four Yin Gods who established the foundation broke into the ghost market and swept all the way, and the ghosts resident in the city were unstoppable.

Of course, half an hour has passed since Sanshi, and not many powerful demons and ghosts are still here, and most of them have left with their things in the middle of the night.

Most of the rest are ghosts and ghosts who surround Fangshi to make a living.

There are not many people who really work for the so-called Great Black Mountain Ghost King.

The white-haired Yin God broke into the gate of the temple, and killed the ghost of the temple with a sword.The rest of the handymen, the little demons, were already scared out of their wits, and they just ran for their lives in all directions, so they didn't dare to stay.

Step into the main hall and look at the black-faced ghost king statue on the lotus platform.

The white-haired Yin God flew over and smashed the stone statue with a punch, grabbing the small fragment inside in his hand.

When he walked to the gate of the temple, his footsteps paused and a drop of purple-black blood was thrown out.

Ghost Blood turned into a figure and rushed into the hall halfway.

boom!
Gorgeous flames rose into the sky.

The main hall was torn apart and exploded into ruins, and the surrounding buildings and pavilions had no support but collapsed.

The fog was stirring and the dust was flying.

For a while, the tree fell and the hozen scattered.

The temples and pavilions were blown up by the villains, and those demons and ghosts who saw that the limelight was wrong fled away.The two legs are too slow, so they quickly show their original shape, tigers, leopards, jackals, rabbits, foxes, deer, and deer... I hate my parents for missing a few legs.

Or fear, doubt, nervousness, struggle... intertwined into a big picture of goblins and ghosts escaping.

The Yin God who released the soul banner did not chase those fleeing demons and ghosts.

They are all looking for a living, Tu Shanjun doesn't want to embarrass them, as long as there is no strong evil spirit haunting them, they will not be targeted by the Yin God of Establishment.

Even if Juefa encountered a pure mountain elf, he would not make a move.

People practice hard, don't eat people, don't commit crimes, and it's their own sin to take action.

……

Looking at the collapsed square city and the misty flames in the distance, Juefa shook his head and sighed: "Killing people and setting them on fire, destroying temples and smashing doors, this is a big problem."

"In such a turbid world, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."

Tu Shanjun's plain words rang in Juefa's ears.

He dare not talk about how much experience he has, but the lessons of the past are still vivid in his mind.

Then there was a chuckle: "If the monk is afraid, he can go back to the sect, chant scriptures, meditate and practice in seclusion."

Juefa clasped his hands together and stared calmly ahead.

"Amitabha, you monks have no fear."

Mr. Tu Shan has to be skeptical when others say this, Jue Fa said it very frankly.

Monks don't tell lies, if they are not afraid, they are not afraid.

While speaking, the white-haired Yin God and the remaining three Foundation Establishing Yin Gods had returned.

The body and the captured ghost entered the soul streamer together, and brought a fragment full of incense and wish power.

"Senior, even if they are ghosts, this move is really against..."

Tu Shanjun listened to Juefa's long speeches, his left ear went in and his right ear went out.

(End of this chapter)