I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 268 Zombies
"Amitabha."

Juefa smiled and said, "It seems that we are going to be used as a gun by a ghost."

"That depends on what he will give." The red-haired Taoist said indifferently.

Then he urged: "Juefa, throw the ball and admit defeat, your big dragon has been cut by me."

Juefa sighed, and he said that he couldn't play chess, and this senior insisted on dragging him to play.As soon as the chess game starts, it is natural to lose nine out of ten games, so there is no chance of winning.

Just about to vote.

"Dong dong."

A heavy knock came from the door.

After the four beeps, there was no sound, only a long silence.

Different from the tranquility of an ordinary night, the cold aura of deathly silence has enveloped the small courtyard.

The red-haired Taoist couldn't help but move his gaze, and even the low-browed Juefa on the other side of the stone table raised his eyelids and looked in the direction of the door.

Until the knock on the door came again.

This time, it was not as calm as before, but it seemed that something was banging on the door.

The voice is urgent and heavy.

Every blow is like a copper hammer falling.

So much so that the gate let out an overwhelmed cry.

The red-haired Taoist suddenly felt a tingling pain on his forehead. He looked down and saw a drop of black blood dripping down the small wound on the stone table chessboard in front of him, blooming black and red blood flowers.

The evil spirit rolled over, and the wound on his forehead healed quickly.

"The villain is at the door."

Tu Shanjun's expression didn't change much.

With dark eyes, he looked towards the door.

This incarnation is just to host his divine thoughts, and it's not high in terms of real cultivation.

However, even if the cultivation base is not high, it is still a solid foundation building cultivation base.The opponent wanted to use the Sweat Spell to kill directly with a curse, but it was too overpowering.

"Amitabha Buddha" rises up after realizing the law.

bang.

The front door suddenly exploded.

A tall figure reflecting the moonlight appeared in front of the monk.

The man's body was at least seven feet tall, he was tall and tall, but his exposed skin was still glowing with a faint luster.

The color mixed with copper and gold was applied evenly on the skin. If it wasn't for the dark eyeballs of the person in front of him, he would have thought it was a statue of a golden body in a temple.

Of course, clay sculpture does not have such a strong breath.

"Refining corpses?"

Juefa raised his lowered eyelids, and there was a bit of regret different from compassion in his eyes.

The man in front of him was definitely a master before his life.

However, it doesn't matter if the body is dead, and the body has to be refined into a zombie for people to drive, which is really regrettable.

The corpse refining didn't stop because of the monk's sigh, but stepped out one step at a time, and the earth and rocks suddenly cracked.

The mud and floor tiles under his feet seemed to be no longer solid, but instead looked like waves in a puddle, rolling under the impact of huge force.

Juefa could only feel the strong wind blowing against his face, and his fist as big as a casserole had already touched his facial features.

He can even see the pattern on the zombie's fist clearly.

Now is obviously not the time to observe these things, Juefa threw the bones of the Buddhist beads into the sky, and the beads scattered in all directions, isolating the people of the small village.

Mana ascended to erect a faint defensive shield.

"boom."

Although he missed the opportunity, Juefa did not passively defend, but instead came first.

Score at the touch of a button.

The vigor generated by the confrontation of fists and fronts turned into ripples and shook in all directions.

The battle of the foundation-building cultivator could not have been confined to this small courtyard, but in order to protect the people in the village, Juefa took the lead in dispersing his Buddhist bead magic weapon into a formation, suppressing all the fluctuations.

What's even more rare is that the thick mana is used as a support, and the magic circle made of Buddhist beads remains motionless.

Jue Fa's body protection dharma shroud shines brightly.

"Bone Seal, subdue the demon."

Make fists into palms and then melt into seals.

Every blow has a volley mark.

A series of six seals gathered from top to bottom to form a talisman, and when the mana was activated, the white light flickered and connected into pieces.

In a short time, the corpse refining retreated steadily.

Until the talisman was attached to the forehead of the corpse, the tall body froze in place.

Whether it is a zombie born naturally or a zombie refined by heretics, neither can escape the root of zombies.

That is the resentment accumulated in the chest.

The monk just used mana to condense the talisman to suppress the spirit of refining the corpse, and stopped the zombie's actions.

Juefa's physical strength can be seen by being able to head-to-head with zombies.

"I didn't expect the monk to have some background in body training."

Unless a monk specializes in body training, the physical body of an ordinary monk is weaker than that of demons and ghosts of the same level.

This is also because the physical body enhanced by mana is enough, and with the support of mana, there is no need to delve into the direction of body training.

Unless it is a special physique, the increase in physical strength is not as good as that of a spirit.

The red-haired Taoist didn't make a move, and sat quietly on the stone bench to watch Jue Fa make a move.

It's just a refined corpse. After all, Juefa came from the Temple of White Bone, so how could he not be able to deal with it.

The eyes of the corpse that had been frozen for a moment turned, and the body moved again.

The zombie's active body removed the white light talisman on its forehead.

"Huh?" Tu Shanjun, who was watching the play, flashed a look of surprise.

He thought it was the Black Mountain Ghost King's subordinates who were following him, but judging from the traces of his attack just now, the opponent's heel should not be a weak leftist monk.

The zombie was immobilized by the talisman, and it still moved like the wind, without being greatly affected.

If it was said that he acted instinctively based on his thoughts just now, now he has deposited the spiritual thoughts of the monks and used a unique method to urge this refined corpse.

Jue Fa should have seen it, so he proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

"The only major sect in Xiaohuangyu that is famous for refining corpses is the Corpse Sect. Although other demonic sects also use corpse refining, they are not as sophisticated as the Corpse Sect."

Then he asked in a loud voice: "Since the Taoist friends of the Corpse Sect have arrived, why bother to hide it?"

"Heh!" Corpse Refining laughed dryly.

The laughter was like a rusty machine that hadn't been oiled, and it was hoarse and piercing: "The monk of the Temple of White Bone?"

Distorted moonlight shrouded a figure.

The man was dressed in a moon-colored robe and carried a small coffin slung across his shoulders.

The coffin was about three feet long and looked like a box.

The person who appeared at the door had a long face.

Although the facial features are majestic, they appear gloomy due to the contamination of corpses.Fair skin does not have the moisturizing texture of ordinary people, but more of a grayish color.

The other party walked out generously, as if he didn't intend to hide the characteristics of practicing the corpse path on his body.

"Corpse Sect?" Tu Shanjun flipped the black chess piece on his fingertips, and it flowed on the back of his fingers.

He remembered that when he was in Dongyuan, he saw a Jindan monk who refined corpses.

The other party was seriously injured, so he captured the demon cultivator and turned him into a walking corpse to help him collect blood to form a blood pool.

In the end, the blood pool was completely absorbed by the soul banner, which made him cheap for nothing.

That person seems to belong to the Corpse Demon Sect, why didn't he see it in the end, it is said that he was beheaded by the real Chiyun.

"Someone didn't cover his whereabouts."

The corpse cultivator looked at Juefa, moved with his mind, and withdrew the zombies to his side.

Juefazheng felt strange, he didn't seem to have sinned against the people of the Corpse Sect, and he had never had any interaction with them, why would the other party come to his door, and their appearance is not friendly.

"Amitabha, little monk, Baigu Temple, enlightenment."

The cultivator of the Corpse Sect embraced his shoulders and said, "The Corpse Sect, Zheng Yuguang."

Glancing at Tu Shanjun, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

Juefa looked directly at the monk of the Corpse Demon Sect, and said in a flat voice: "I don't know what you can learn from you coming late at night?"

Zheng Yuguang smiled and said: "Have you seen the teacher? Some people who worked in Huaifeng City died. I should ask about it."

"So, it's for me."

The red-haired Taoist got up and stared at Zheng Yuguang with sharp eyes: "I never thought that the Corpse Sect would also place monks to work in the mundane world."

"But I heard that Wanfazong hates monks interfering in the mortal world the most."

Then Zheng Yuguang turned his gaze over Juefa, and said with a light smile, "Whoever said that we interfered with the mundane world? Not only did we not interfere, but we also collected the evil energy so as not to breed demons and monsters to intrude on ordinary people. This is a great merit and a great thing." .”

"What do you know if you are an evil ghost?"

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but want to applaud this man.

Look at his level, I don't know how many streets he has thrown away from the Yuan Lingzong, no wonder he was not hit by Wanfazong even though he is a big sect of magic.

Zheng Yuguang sneered, and his face darkened immediately.

It doesn't matter if a few qi-training monks die, there will be a large group of such low-level monks casually trained.

But those people lost a group of ghost soldiers led by Jiji Ligui in Huaifeng, and his idea of ​​making soldiers and horses to protect the way was aborted.

Because of this, Zheng Yuguang rushed over after hearing the news, and followed the trail to find Juefa along the way.

Moreover, there are many people in Huaifeng who witnessed the divine power of Zunhun Banner, which shows that it is a great treasure, at least it is also a top-quality magic weapon. Of course, he has to catch up and take a look.

It's just that the combination I see now is a bit strange.

The monks in the White Bone Temple and the ghost cultivators in red-haired Taoist robes are all weird no matter how you look at them.

Zheng Yuguang pointed to the red-haired Taoist and said: "Monk, you give me this evil ghost as compensation, and I won't trouble you."

From the temptation just now, he could see that the monks in the Temple of White Bone were not good at it, and the treasure that appeared in Huaifeng would most likely not leave.

But he felt sorry for the lost ghost general.

It just so happened that there was a ghost cultivator here, whose cultivation base was not high, but he also built a foundation, which could be regarded as making up for his loss.

Tu Shanjun looked awe-inspiring, slightly surprised, and then laughed out loud.

Juefa was stunned for a while, then quickly said: "Fellow Daoist Zheng, please go back, otherwise the monk will be impolite."

The monks of the Corpse Sect didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. The red-haired Taoist in front of him seemed to be at the early stage of foundation establishment, but in fact he was just an incarnation.

If there was a fight, his mana would be mobilized, which would be enough to make the Golden Core Grandmaster in the Soul Banner take action.

"The monk wants to save that ghost?"

Zheng Yuguang's expression was serious, he always wanted to recover some losses.

Moreover, he left in disgrace after being shouted and questioned twice, and he also lost the reputation of the corpse sect and lost face.

In a real fight, Zheng Yuguang is not afraid of monks and evil spirits.

While speaking, the coffin on his back fell in response.

Boom!

The three-foot coffin instantly expanded to a height of ten feet.

Standing beside Zheng Yuguang.

He sternly said: "Monk, don't be ignorant of what is good or bad, I am giving the White Bone Temple face."

"Today I just want to rob, what can you do to me?"

Juefa didn't bother anymore, he proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said lightly: "Then see the real chapter under your hands."

(End of this chapter)