I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 312
"The monster seems to say that the True King of Great Black Mountain will definitely avenge him." Daoist Lie Yang finally recalled the last words of the four-armed owl, which may be a desperate threat or a last hope.

In fact, it's just the monster trying to build up his courage. How can the monster know what is actually going on.

For the past two months, he had somewhat forgotten about it.

I forgot that this is the territory of Daheishan, and because of the stable mining, I feel that Daheishan is nothing more than that.

There are also Jindan Grandmasters and Chiwuzong.

And when there are enough spirit stones, they will have a second Golden Core Grandmaster.

Lieyang Taoist finally understood why the ghost cultivator in front of him was angry. He should be from Daheishan.

Zongmen had already expected that the Daheishan Ghost King would know, and it was only a matter of time, so he sneered and mocked: "The Daheishan Ghost King sent you a fierce ghost in the early stage of foundation establishment to send you to death?"

Now that there are already signs of being discovered, we can only deal with it with all our strength.

If they didn't want to stabilize Dahei Mountain, they would have killed the four-armed owl long ago, and they would not have spent manpower and material resources to set up a large formation to seal the mountain and seal the entire Nanming Ridge.

The red-haired Taoist's face returned to calm, and all expressions seemed to disappear at this moment, leaving only indifference.

Gently wriggling his fingers, he said softly, "Stealing something, you dare to speak so brazenly. What kind of Red Bird Sect is indeed a bunch of thieves."

Daoist Lieyang suddenly felt his emotions surge, and the blood flowed backwards all over his body, and he shouted: "You are courting death!"

He didn't think about why this was so.

Moreover, the ghost cultivation in front of him is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, and there is a difference of two small realms.

He can fly the flesh of evil spirits with a single strike.

"rise."

The flying swords around his side turned into auras and suddenly intertwined into a big net, and the blazing flames blocked the entire surrounding area, and at the same time blocked the red-haired ghost's escape route.

The vertical lines on the forehead of the red-haired Taoist turned.

The lines of heaven and earth on the upper and lower sides of the Wuming Realm rapidly expanded, and the snowflake-like crystals turned into a mask.

The eyes turned from black to red, and the nodes flowing in the center of the red-black flame net in front of him were instantly displayed in front of the red-haired Taoist.

Stepping out with one step, the sword pill turned into a streamer and knocked down the node, and the entire blazing net disappeared instantly, and even the Chiwu Feijian that was flying towards it was beaten back.

Daoist Lieyang grasped the flying sword, with doubt and horror flashing in his eyes.

"It's a coincidence."

That's all he could think.

It might be easy for the Jindan master to break his Taoism, but the one in front of him is only in the early stage of foundation establishment. How can such a cultivation base break through the blazing sword technique so quickly.

The red-haired Taoist continued to move his fingers, and said indifferently as if he was indifferent: "Chi Wuzong, but that's all, the skills are like a thief like you, they are all salty."

"You..."

Lie Yang Taoist finally realized that something was wrong.

Why is his mood so complicated? That's all, there is a vague feeling of working hard.

A stream of blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

Lieyang Taoist looked inside his body, and his internal organs were slightly damaged because of his emotional fluctuations.

Although it is very weak, it cannot be ignored by him.

For a top monk, even a slight internal injury can easily lead to a disadvantage.

Fortunately, the other party is only in the early stage of foundation establishment, this is the only thing he is lucky about, otherwise today he might be stumped in a daze.

"mean!"

The red-haired Ghost Cultivator smiled, and his voice became even colder: "Isn't it despicable to steal from me?"

"Isn't it despicable to kill the person who kills me?"

"What face do you have to say such a thing? It's really disgusting."

The Five Labors and Seven Injuries Technique is indeed very powerful, but this avatar's cultivation base is too low, even if it is subtle, it can't hurt the root cause. If his deity is here, the Five Labors and Seven Injuries Technique can make people crazy.

"Monster, how dare you mess with a certain Taoist mind!" Taoist Lie Yang still had something to say.

But was interrupted by the red-haired ghost cultivator: "Don't bark, let's see how good the spell is."

Daoist Lieyang was in a hurry, he knew he was wrong, and now that the fig leaf was nakedly lifted, his anger turned into anger for a moment, and he wrote two words: "Looking for death!"

The red-haired ghost cultivator must die here.

Not only because the red-haired ghost cultivator discovered the situation in Nanming Ridge, but also because the red-haired ghost cultivator affected his Dao heart.

It's like a thorn, no matter how high-sounding it is, it's still dirty.

After being uncovered, the thorns will grow wildly. If you don't pull them out, it will affect your own cultivation in the future.

"kill!"

Daoist Lieyang flashed his light and appeared in front of the red-haired ghost cultivator.

Close combat is the most competitive in strength, cultivation, and background.

The strength of the red-haired ghost cultivator is only at the early stage of foundation establishment, no matter how exquisite the opponent's skills are, he cannot take advantage of such head-to-head fighting.

With a single swing of the sword, thousands of red sword lights converged into a huge sword shadow.

More than ten sword shadows cut everything around into two sections.

Even if it is vegetation, trees, rocks, or walking on the ground, there are ants and bugs.

The red-haired ghost cultivator saw a vertical sword coming, but the strength of this incarnation of Yin God was too weak, so weak that Fayan could clearly see the trajectory of the sword shadow but could not avoid it.

bang.

Blood splattered suddenly, and even a figure in a black robe fell from the sky.

Finally regained consciousness in mid-air.

The red-haired ghost sighed, "This incarnation is too weak."

On the way of sighing, Taoist Lieyan in the scarlet sun dharma robe threw out the talisman and immediately stopped the red-haired ghost cultivator.

"Fire Dragon Art."

The two-hand seal method is transformed, and the operation formula is formed.

"disease."

A fire dragon emerged from his seal, opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the red-haired ghost who fell from the sky.

Bang.

While swallowing the red-haired ghost in the fire dragon's bite, his body circled and compressed, and finally exploded with a bang.

Even though it was in the air, the aftermath of such a fight still blasted a huge deep pit on the ground.

"Humph."

Lieyang Taoist laughed disdainfully, and his originally ugly face eased a lot.

After working hard for a long time and suffering some internal injuries, he finally killed this ghost cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment.

It's embarrassing to say it.

Fortunately, it's over, naturally refreshed, and even the waves of Dao Xin disappeared without a trace.

The Qi practitioners guarding the formation had long seen the fighting skills outside, but since Lie Yang Taoist made a move, they were relieved.

"ended."

"There is no need to question the elder's strength."

"Is this the fighting method of the foundation-building monks? It's really breathtaking."

The monks in the formation were all amazed. Although this fight took place between lightning and flint, if they were in that situation, they would probably be killed with one blow.

"After all..."

One of the peasants stared blankly at the fireworks in the sky.

Then he looked at the exhausted people behind him who were dragging their baskets.

They didn't understand why they did this, they only knew that the immortal master recruited a lot of people to mine ore non-stop day and night, and even though they had food, many people would still die.

The look in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he couldn't help praying: "Where is the way out?"

……

puff.

Lie Yang Taoist's eyes widened sharply, and the protective mask was broken.

Although he didn't penetrate his talisman robe, the huge force still made him vomit blood, his body swayed, and he almost failed to stabilize his body.

"Is killing me just so enjoyable for you?"

The voice came from behind.

When Lie Yang Taoist turned his head.

The sword ball at the front of a sword finger turned into a sharp light, tore open the already unbearable talisman, and ruthlessly inlaid it on the opponent's vestment.

The top-grade cassock shone brightly, and most of the silk threads were broken.

As far as magic tools in this world are concerned, human cultivators should use them most skillfully, because most demon cultivators and ghost cultivators have their own sharp weapons, such as minions, horns, hooves, scales and feathers...

Even if a red-haired ghost cultivator uses a magical weapon, his ghostly hands and sharp claws cannot be ignored.

After observing the flaws with the ignorance world, the sharp claws instantly penetrated Lieyang Taoist's chest.

Daoist Lieyang struck with his palm, and slapped the red-haired Ghost Cultivator flying with a bang, and then a magic weapon flew out from the Nawu Talisman, sealing his wound: "Chiyang Protector."

The red light mask enveloped Lieyang Taoist, so that it was considered watertight.

Quickly took the elixir, mobilized mana to stabilize the injury, and then glared at the red-haired Ghost Cultivator, "Why didn't you die?"

The red-haired Taoist just grinned and did not explain for him.

He did get hit in mid-air.

While the blood was splattered, the blood killing technique turned.

The blood shadow turned into his figure, immobilized by a talisman for him, and then swallowed by the fire dragon technique, but the real body used the five labor and seven injury technique instead, and shot when the Lieyang Taoist was happy.

"Do you really think it is as strong as gold?" The red-haired Taoist raised his wrist, where it was bare, and the ghost hand had long since disappeared.

Lieyang Taoist was stunned, he didn't quite understand where the ghost cultivator's hand went.

But in an instant, he came back to his senses, and was about to remove the mask of the magic weapon.

"Blood killing, surgery transfer."

Lie Yang Taoist shouted: "No!"

"boom!"

The blood shadow transformed by the ghost hand exploded.

Because the jade pendant magic weapon formed a mask, the blood shadow that exploded from the inside collapsed in an extremely narrow space.

With a bang, the fireworks started again.

The red yin god flew out from the center of the explosion, and directly got into the sealing formation in front of him.

"It's a pity." The red-haired Taoist pondered.

Being able to win in a fight is already commendable.

Such a body cannot keep up with the escape speed of the Yin God in the late foundation establishment period.

Among the same ranks, Yinshen has a great advantage in escaping for his life.

Even many cultivators were unable to completely kill their opponents because the Yin God's escape speed was too fast.It can destroy the monk's body, but it can't capture Yinshen.

"It would be great if I had the soul banner in hand."

Saying that, the red-haired Taoist looked at the formation.

If the soul banner is there, laying out the formation can block the Yin God, and then gather it into the soul banner to completely exterminate the monks.

Lie Yang Taoist's yin spirit has entered the formation, using spiritual objects to maintain the yin spirit.

Facing the big formation, the two looked at each other.

The red-haired ghost cultivator laughed heartily: "Chi Wuzong, that's all!"

Taoist Lieyang was in a panic like a bereaved dog, so he could only dodge in panic and return to the formation.

However, he knew that the red-haired ghost cultivator was on the verge of dying, and now he was just pretending to be a hero. He only needed someone to kill him here.

"Where are the sect disciples?"

"exist!"

More than a hundred disciples in the later stage of Qi training responded to Lieyang Taoist with one voice.

"Bujinwu Formation."

"Combine!"

(End of this chapter)