I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 32
Mana poured into the soul banner.

The banner stretched instantly, and Tu Shanjun wrapped the seriously injured Li Qingfeng on his back.

Bend your legs.

With a bang, it suddenly crossed the gate.

The enshrined door in tortoise shell swallowed the elixir fiercely, and rushed up to stop him again.

"Whoever stops me will die!"

Tu Shanjun roared.

The body was full of ghostly energy, and his fists exploded.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

Not broken.

That's ten punches.

If ten punches are not broken, there will be a hundred punches.

The swift and fierce ghost hands condensed into fists, and they smashed on the tortoise shell, the magic weapon on the body of the stout priest.

In just a few breaths, cracks appeared in the tortoise shell of the magic weapon.

The honest monk looked horrified.

"how is this possible!"

The mana shield was about to shatter.

He quickly looked at Wen Lichun and shouted, "Help me."

"Break me!"

Tu Shanjun roared.

today.

He just wanted to take Li Qingfeng away.

No one can stop him!

boom.

The tortoise shell on the stout priest's body shattered, and he spit out three mouthfuls of blood, and his rosy face turned pale instantly.

"Not yet."

"Jingle Bell."

The bell infused with mana jingled, and invisible ripples bound Tu Shanjun like a big net.

"disease."

The ebony sword flew again.

The sword light fluttered and passed by Tu Shanjun's side.

The invisible sword energy cut Tu Shanjun's body to pieces, and blood flowed horizontally.

Before Tu Shanjun broke out, the three of them formed a character shape and surrounded Tu Shanjun in the middle.

Tu Shanjun's fists trembled slightly.

The smashing of the magic weapon also made his fist show signs of collapse.

The scarlet ghost eyes are alert to every Qi trainer.

Living monks are really hard to deal with.

Fortunately, among the three of them, there are still soft persimmons to pinch.

It is better to break one than to hurt ten fingers.

As long as there are casualties, there is a way to break the situation.

The young immortal master looked dignified.

He was able to kill the evil spirit by taking advantage of the opportunity. Now that the solid priest was injured, it would be troublesome to kill the evil spirit.

Originally, he thought Li Qingfeng was a threat.

Unexpectedly, the threat was not Li Qingfeng, but the magic weapon of the soul banner in his hand, and this fierce ghost inside the banner.

This ghost is good at martial arts, its melee combat is so tyrannical, and its boxing skills are even more superb.

Not to mention his sanity, which is no less than ordinary people.

Even more cunning and insidious.

It doesn't look like those naturally born ghosts.

"cough."

The moment the stocky monk coughed up blood, Tu Shanjun moved.

Three or two steps close.

Seeing the ghost approaching and the tyrannical aura rushing towards his face, the honest monk was so frightened that his breathing became disordered.

When there is chaos, there is opportunity.

In battle, once the breathing method is cut off, the magic power will be unsustainable, and the breath in the whole body will be stagnant. At this time, the monk is the most vulnerable.

It is this opportunity that Mr. Tu Shan seized, to make a coincidence out of chaos, and to find something out of the fire.

What was caught was the time when the solid monk coughed up blood.

The ghost hand was like a hammer, directly smashing through the stout monk's head.

Bang.

Like a broken jar.

Red and white pulp swayed all over the ground.

Tu Shanjun pulled his living soul out and threw it into the soul banner.

The cultivation base of the third level of Qi training has greatly improved Tu Shanjun's strength.

It is only one step away from the strength of the sixth level of Qi training.

If it wasn't for the defensive tortoise shell magic weapon that has been protecting the solid monk, he should have died under Tu Shanjun's fist long ago.

There is no need for such a mechanism to count and take opportunities by force.

The soul banner swallowed the living soul of the qi trainer.

The wounds of Tu Shanjun's fists recovered, and the parts of his body that were cut by the sword energy also healed.

Even the piercing wound had stopped bleeding.

I don't know if Wen Lichun didn't have time to rescue the solid monk, or he didn't want to save him at all.

Even though the blood of his colleagues was splashed on the spot, he didn't change his expression, but stared at Tu Shanjun even more intensely.

Too strong.

The monks at the third level of Qi training couldn't resist a single blow.

The low-grade magic weapon was crushed abruptly with a fist.

And this is only from the hands of an evil ghost in the Zunhun Banner.

Such a magic weapon is definitely a treasure.

"Could it be a top-grade magic weapon?" Wen Lichun suppressed the excitement in his heart, and gripped the magic sword tightly.

While Wen Lichun was thinking, the guardian immortal master had already made a move.

The ebony magic sword was brought into his hand, he swallowed a fiery red pill, and held several long and regular stones in his hand.

"kill!"

Crisp and firm.

The guardian immortal master came straight to Mr. Tu Shan.

In order not to hurt Li Qingfeng on his back, Tu Shanjun could only fight head-on.

In an instant, the two fought together.

Wen Lichun didn't stay idle either, and joined the battlefield.

The middle hall of the entire yamen was in a mess.

Half of it was in ruins.

Now there is only a big top left, which is still precariously supported by the encouragement of several pillars.

Tu Shanjun punches to the flesh.

However, there is a golden light body guard on the body of the guarding immortal master. Although it is not as good as the tortoise shell, which is a magic weapon, it can also resist a large amount of damage.

On the contrary, it was Tu Shanjun who had another wound on his body.

If they delay any longer, they will be lambs waiting to be slaughtered if Li Qingfeng's magic power is exhausted.

We must think of a way to break the situation.

Moreover, the offering from Liang Ducai always used the utensil bell to influence Tu Shanjun.

The already disadvantaged battle shifted again.

"We must find a chance to kill one, as long as we break through the sixth level of Qi training."

Tu Shanjun was looking for an opportunity.

But Wen Lichun was attacking his back with moves, as if he wanted to kill Li Qingfeng.

In order to protect Li Qingfeng, Tu Shanjun could only give up his position and face the two of them head-on.

While tossing and turning, the wounds on his body increased again.

The guardian immortal master frowned, he felt that this was too despicable, but it was not easy to reprimand him.

On the battlefield, useful moves are good moves, even if they are despicable and insidious, they don't care about many.

The most urgent task is to kill the ghosts and destroy the soul banner.

Wen Lichun played his own little Jiujiu.

Why not use ghosts to destroy this master disciple of the Five Spirits Sect?

Anyway, others don't know what's going on, and there is one less person to share the spoils.

Although the items of the Qi practitioners of the Five Spirits Sect will be taken back by other sects, but the fat man's items are still contained in the Nawu Talisman.

Wen Lichun immediately decided to pretend to be lacking in mana, and the influence of the bell also diminished accordingly.

In this way, the disciples of the Five Spirits Sect who are the main force will definitely bear the greatest pressure.

Maybe if he withdrew his hand a little bit, the whole situation would be reversed directly.

The guarding immortal master looked dignified, it seemed that the mana of that casual cultivator was not enough.

Now he bears [-]% of the pressure, and the situation is not good.

Sensing the opportunity, Tu Shanjun suppressed the joy in his heart, fought and retreated, and slowly moved closer to Wen Lichun.

Since there has been a man with no power, it just happens to be a breakthrough.

"Suffer to death."

Tu Shanjun, who also pretended to be sluggish, was the first to attack.

Wen Lichun's eyes widened, and he hurriedly mobilized his mana.

Just ring the magic bell.

It never occurred to him that this ghost was also pretending.

Why not attack the guarding immortal master who has taken on [-]% of the pressure, but attack him instead?

But he forgot that during the battle, he had to pick up soft persimmons.

The bell was instantly sent flying.

At the same time, the ghost claw that freed its hand smashed Wen Lichun's head.

Grab the living soul on the fourth level of Qi training and throw it into the soul banner.

Tu Shanjun's strength suddenly broke through the sixth level of Qi training.

"Roar!"

The sharp ghost howl shook.

"broken!"

Immediately, the guarding immortal master turned pale with shock, his face ashen.

After killing the qi trainer, this ghost unexpectedly broke through and became even more tyrannical.

"Boom."

Tu Shanjun slapped the guarding immortal master on the chest.

The golden light on the body protection went out immediately.

The guarding immortal master flew upside down and directly smashed the pillars in the middle hall, causing the big roof above his head to fall down.

Boom.

Remnants of wood and rocks scattered.

Dust splattered and smoke rose everywhere.

Tu Shanjun supported his body and protected Li Qingfeng under his ribs.

Bear all the weight alone.

until it no longer collapses
But at this moment, Tu Shanjun felt that the mana supporting him was fading.

Stretch out your hand to explore the breath of the person under your ribs.

The body trembled slightly.

Li Qingfeng's face was serene, but there was no life left.

The only spirit stone left in his hand was turned into powder, and he still held it firmly in his hand.

Until his death, he never forgot to supply mana to the Zunhun Banner.

Li Qingfeng is dead!

Tu Shanjun could see that his body was getting darker.

He is about to return to the Honor Banner.

"what!"

Ghost howling and roaring.

Yin Qi entrenched and lingered for a long time.

Tu Shanjun clenched his fists.

Hit the ground hard.

he.

I broke my promise.

He said he would take Li Qingfeng out.

he said.

"Bah."

A drop of crystal fell on the ground.

(End of this chapter)