I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 271 Encountering the Mountain
The churning black air struggled violently.

Like a shadow trapped in a net bag, it charged and roared in all directions.

The foundation of the Big Five Elements Rotation Feng Shui Bureau has already been formed, and the five-party objects shine brightly.

Juefa couldn't help but opened his spiritual officer's eyes.

The light curtains are intertwined and wrapped into a huge irregular ball.

Leading countless black lines to turn into soaring mist.

One by one, they got into the three layers of magic circles on Xun Cheng's back that reversed each other.

The magic circle crushes and wears away the breath, and finally absorbs it to strengthen the evil spirit's body.

Juefa's hands are empty to form Buddha's ritual palms, holding flowers to practice formulas.

"Amitabha."

The black air turned into a mist shadow and passed by his side with a howling roar.

Ordinary people may not be able to hear it, but only feel the temperature drop around the body, which is bitingly cold.

However, Juefa is a foundation-building cultivator after all, so how could he fail to see the undercurrent surging under such a high sky and clean air.

Even though he knew that these were not fierce ghosts, but evil spirits condensed and formed under the big formation, he still became vigilant.

It's not all smooth sailing, let alone magic.

Once it gets out of control, big things will happen, not to mention the destruction of the big formation, the evil spirit from the impact can immediately turn the village into a ghost.

Therefore, the perception of the law is dull on the surface, but in fact, the heart has been raised.

Be on guard at all times, for fear of mistakes and omissions in the technique.

Fortunately, nothing out of control has happened so far.

The knot seal of the spell quickly condensed on Tu Shanjun's hand, and the interlocking inscriptions were drawn into a layer of illusory robes, which were draped on Xun Cheng's body.

"Hurry up as a law!"

Like a slap in the face, Xun Cheng's pupils shook, black and white became clear again.

The evil spirit of the black mist around him quickly shrank and restrained.

Xun Cheng touched his face, layers of ashen skin fell off, and his slightly stooped back straightened up.

Under the bright moon, distortion was born.

Xun Cheng turned his head and looked at his own shadow with dark eyes.

The shadow is like an out-of-frame image, the hair is fluttering, and countless arms are vaguely seen vying to bind.

Xun Cheng was so frightened by this change that he hurriedly looked at his body and groped with his hands, for fear that he might become some evil ghost.

But he found that he did not give birth to those weird things.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Tu Shanjun's eyes. Combining the right time and place with the harmony of people, and combining the three techniques to nourish evil, the strength of this evil creature will increase rapidly in the future.

"Thank you, Daoist." Xun Cheng hurriedly cupped his hands in thanks, the awe in his eyes was beyond words.

Compared with his previous appearance, he is at least 20 years younger now, and his strength has also been greatly improved.

As long as there is no problem with the mood, you can be safe.

Because of this, he was even more surprised by the methods of the red-haired Taoist, and felt even more unpredictable.

"Not bad." Tu Shanjun murmured.

Although some Wang Po is suspected of selling melons and boasting, the work he conceived and presented is more perfect than the previous Li San, and it is definitely worthy of praise.

Jue Fa put down the spell in his hand, and continued, "It's not only good, senior's method is really unconstrained, I feel ashamed of myself."

The red-haired Taoist was not complacent, but said lightly: "There is a specialization in art, and I am not good at fighting with others."

Hearing Tu Shanjun's words, the monk chanted the Buddha's name lightly.

"Amitabha."

……

It was late at night.

The moon is hidden and the stars are dark, and the pale light in the sky gradually rises, pulling the thick night.

In the silent ancestral hall, only the open door has a square silver light.

In front of him is a spiritual tablet that overlaps like hills.

The square pedestals stretched out into the darkness.

"Batt, click."

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door, and it didn't stop until the door.

A figure stood where the silver light scattered.

The man held a candlestick, walked into the ancestral hall, lit the oil lamp attached to the footpost, and the copper lamp lit the candle.The light dispelled the frightening darkness, and then he called softly: "Is the ancestor here?"

The cold plummeted.

The person holding the candlestick couldn't help shivering.

This is not usually the case.

He couldn't help feeling panic, his heartbeat was especially loud in the silence.

Hang on the rope.

The wind did not move, the figure on the rope shook slightly, and then floated down to the ground.

"The Taoist priest and the master have solved the problem, and there will be no large-scale bewitching in the future." Turning around, Xun Cheng looked at Xun Ye who was holding a candlestick.

"You?" Xun Ye looked at the man in long gown in surprise.

It was fine with a young face and a strong body, but the biting chill made him dare not approach.

And there seemed to be something distorted wriggling in the darkness behind him.

Xun Ye turned his head slightly to the side, and found that it was a ferocious shadow arm intertwined, extending all the way to the tablet in front of him.

Looking at it together, it looks like some kind of horror of choosing people and devouring them.

Seeing Xun Ye's fear and surprise, the hanged ghost explained: "Something happened, but it turned out well."

"I told you to come here because Xiaosheng will be in seclusion for a period of time. If there is no serious matter, don't come looking for it." After the hanged ghost explained, he disappeared.

In fact, he couldn't stay too far away, he just moved from the ancestral hall to the ground.

Xun Ye forgot how he got out of the ancestral hall, and only felt that his ancestors had changed a lot, and all of this began with the arrival of monks and Taoists, and then he said quite confidently: "The rumors are indeed true."

……

The sun is rising and the sun is shining brightly.

The tail of the melting snow just caught up with such a bright daylight.

When it enters the eyes, it turns into a silvery white frost color.

The northbound mountains stretch in groups, guarding the towering main peak.

The strong pines form a forest, covered with snowflakes, covering the mountains and forests.

Taoists and monks stand on the hills and look at the mountains in the distance.

All I could see was the solemn expression on the monk's face.

The distance is clear and quiet, but in fact, the city is full of monsters, all hidden in the mountains.

"Amitabha, senior, this place is more dangerous than the ghost market we passed by last time."

A smile appeared on the face of the red-haired Taoist, and he said lightly: "It's dangerous."

If there are no monsters in the mountains, it means they are in the wrong place.

From a distance of ten miles, you can watch the strong demonic aura, the billowing gray fog, and the strong pines, frost and snow blocking the progress of the light, which shows that they have come to the right place.

"Benefactor Xun said that this monster controls a large state capital and has thousands of monster soldiers under him."

"It's just a scumbag." Tu Shanjun didn't look surprised.

When he killed the green-skinned rhinoceros, he got the news that the ghost king of Daheishan would release the demon-changing pill, which can turn people into monsters by taking the pill.

In addition, there are spiritual monsters in the state capital, not to mention thousands of monster soldiers, even tens of thousands of little monsters would not surprise him.

This reflects the strength of human cultivators. A large spirit boat is a magic weapon that can change the situation of the battle. It can gather the strength of Qi trainers to fight against more powerful monks.

Without the assistance of large-scale cultivation equipment and formations, there is not much difference between tens of thousands of little monsters and a few little monsters.

There are many monsters, but Mr. Tushan is happy.

The space inside the Zunhun Banner is too wide, just catch more minions to make up for it.

The Shifang Ghost King Killing Formation did not have all the formation flags, so it is unable to fully exert its power now.

And even though they are so far apart, Mr. Tu Shan can still see the lingering incense.

Perhaps it was because the seal of Huaifeng City God in the Sea of ​​Consciousness was fused with the fragments of the ghost city from last time, the closer it was to other magical artifacts, the more throbbing it was.

Pinching fingers to calculate the evil spirit needed for Hunfan's promotion, it seems that it is still far away.

That's right, the soul banner has become a middle-grade magic weapon, and only the monks in the middle and late stages of the golden core can afford the middle-grade magic weapon.

Moreover, there is no such thing as the best magic weapon in the practice world, and a high-quality magic weapon is the top.

This level requires a lot of evil energy.

Seeing the dangerous light flashing in the red-haired Taoist's eyes, Jue Fa's heart twitched, something bad happened suddenly.

"Senior, the ghost market in Beixing Mountain will open when day and night turn around, and then we can get in."

Since the monk wants to keep a low profile, Mr. Tu Shan has nothing to object to, as long as he can break in, he is not picky about his choice.

……

Open your eyes again.

As dusk passed, the golden and red splendor on the horizon finally disappeared.

The silver makeup under the bright moon is rather elegant.

Not only did the Beihang Mountain not sink into darkness with the sunset, but instead it flickered with fireflies, forming a series of pieces. Looking from a distance, it seems that there is a city in the mountains.

The mountain city is not a mirage, but a real existence.

The red-haired Taoist returned to the soul banner, leaving the monk alone, speaking by sound transmission.

Go to the foot of the mountain.

The path winds its way up the mountain.

As soon as Juefa stepped into the jungle, the original tranquility suddenly disappeared. Armored scaled beasts ran in the mountains, covering birds and flapping their wings.

I could even hear little demons whispering and lonely souls muttering nonsense.

There are more demons and ghosts in the mountains than Juefa imagined, and corpses can be seen everywhere on the ground.

However, the fireflies light up the lights and the mountains and cities decorate with colors, which form a sharp contrast.

Juefa shook his head slightly, and the gray robes of monks passed by his side: "The people of Li are in dire straits, but the demons and ghosts are alive and well nourished. It is really... Amitabha."

The bone Buddha beads shook, transforming his figure into a monk ghost in green robes and cassocks, and then he walked to the entrance of the demon city in the mountain.

city ​​gate.

A one-horned monster with no specific shape, opened the portrait in his hand, and compared it with the monster entering the city.

There are two long rows of spirits of different types.

Deer, rabbit, deer, roe, wolf, leopard, ghost fox, dead dog, bear, pig and snake hook shoulders, ghosts and ghosts...

The dead bones and zombies did not fall either.

Juefa drew a green-skinned monk and ghost, but it doesn't look out of place.

It's just that in such a long line, he was dressed too decently, so he was stared at and stopped by the monsters guarding the gate.

The unicorn opened the portrait in his hand, looked left and right.

A hoarse voice sounded: "Not like."

Juefa glanced at the portrait as he passed by the monster.

There are figures of monks and Taoists painted on it, especially a white-haired ghost cultivator in awe-inspiring armor.

At the same time, the postscript said that the ghost cultivator's strength is not bad.

Just walked over.

But I heard: "Wait!"

Juefa's footsteps stopped, and his lowered eyelids did not change at all, but the white bone Buddha beads in his hand loosened from the winding and floated to the side of the tiger's mouth.

Tu Shanjun in the Soul Banner also saw the portrait.

The portrait is not very accurate, but in the territory of Daheishan, there are very few monks, let alone such a conspicuous feature.So you don't have to be too graphic, just roughly similar.

It stands to reason that the other party should not recognize it.

The unicorn walked to Juefa's side, and opened the portrait in his hand again.

A pair of eyes scrutinized Juefa carefully.

(End of this chapter)