I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 357
Reverend Yuyan's sigh echoed on the main peak of Dahei Mountain.

Not only did he fail to find Tu Shanjun's aura, but he also failed to find Tu Shan's shocking aura.After this battle, the original prosperity of Daheishan was also destroyed, leaving only devastation and dilapidation.

It will take at least several decades to rebuild the mountains and rivers.

However, it is estimated that it will be difficult to reproduce the peak.

Because a backbone is missing.

When that person was around, thousands of monsters were working together, and casual cultivators returned as usual.

When that person disappeared, there was not much difference between Daheishan and other forces in Xiaohuangyu.

Stepping onto the main peak, the precarious formation is very fragile for him.

The inner formation in front of him opened one side, as if to invite him into the formation.

"Prime Minister Nie Quanjiu of Daheishan, I respectfully invite the master of Yangcheng, the real person at the peak." Nie Quanjiu bowed and saluted. This bowing ceremony is already the most respectful.

You know, they haven't recovered from their grief yet.

The king passed away, the outer array was broken, many mainstays were lost, most of the mountain guards were damaged, and millions of acres of spiritual fields also needed to be reorganized.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a waste of time.

Reverend Yuyan seemed to still hold expectations that even he thought were impossible, he hesitated a little, and finally asked: "He..."

"Back to senior, great king... great king, it's right there."

Nie Quanjiu chanted several times in a row, but suddenly he couldn't hold back. He quickly covered it with his sleeve robe, wiped the embarrassment from his face, and then pointed out the direction for Reverend Yuyan.

In front of the Ghost King Palace.

A corpse in a standing posture, with towering horns, pale hair, and only half of the flesh and blood left on the face, the rest can only see exposed bones, or bones that have been weathered and eroded.

The scales fell off, and the feather robes were worn out.

Those eyes that were originally deep and calm are now only gray and white, without any light at all.

Reverend Yuyan couldn't help approaching, and said sadly: "Why, you made it like this!"

He stretched out his hand as if wanting to pat the other person's shoulder, but he hesitated again. When the palm fell, this decayed body would probably turn into dust and dissipate in the world of Yama.

"Quickly tell the whole story."

Hearing Master Yuyan's words, Nie Quanjiu could only endure the grief and tell what happened, and the only thing omitted was Tu Shan Jinghong's whereabouts.

Even if it will be discovered in the future, at least it cannot be said now.

His Highness does not have the strength to protect himself. Although the three escorts are Golden Core cultivators, they are still too weak.

Reverend Yuyan is worthy of trust, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. More importantly, this is the plan that the king has set up long ago. If there is any accident, he will be the one who will die.

Since he did not entrust His Highness to Reverend Yuyan, His Majesty naturally had different considerations.

He believed in the king's judgment.

"It's really sudden." Master Yuyan's face was serious.

It is enough to show the strength of the other party that two golden cores who have realized the true meaning can block his way in the later stage.

It can even encourage the Heavenly Ghost King to make a move, which shows that its energy cannot be underestimated.

Maybe this is fate.

It was hard to find a alchemy master, and the other party has been in this way for more than ten years.

It is impossible to say that there is a real opportunity to turn the things in his hands into opportunities, but unfortunately, the sky does not follow people's wishes, and the hope is shattered and disappeared in front of him.

Master Yuyan didn't ask Tu Shan Jinghong's whereabouts, nor did he ask Tu Shanjun's magic weapon.

He just stood silently in front of this decaying corpse.

The two thousand golden elixir late-stage ghost elixir had already arrived in his hands, and what he was waiting for was Tu Shanjun's alchemy.

It's just that now, he shouldn't be able to wait.

In this world, there is no smooth sailing monk.

No matter how talented or gifted, if you don't grow up, you may die young.It may be remembered for a short time, but it will gradually be forgotten as time goes by.

He has seen too many people like this.

He has experienced many such things.

Master Yuyan didn't shout, let alone hysterical, he just stood quietly in front of the rotting corpse.

The wind died down.

Starlight stagnated.

Master Meteor Flame was silent for a long time.

He opened the mouth and said, "Tu Shanjun, you missed the appointment."

The voice fell.

His figure has disappeared.

Daheishan without Mr. Tu Shan is just an ordinary monk force, and it is not worth his continued stay.

There are more important things waiting for him to do.

……

"Survived!"

The Heavenly Ghost King laughed wildly.

So what if his body was broken, he was still the one who won in the end.It's a pity that he didn't receive Tu Shanjun's Yinshen.That was a lunatic, a truly crazy gambler, even his own Yin God was burned out.

After these monks are reincarnated, they have the opportunity to awaken the memories of their previous lives.

However, burning Yinshen is equivalent to eliminating the chance of reincarnation, and there will be no next life at all.

He can't do such a gamble.

To him, the broken body doesn't really matter.

As long as he takes away an heir with his own bloodline, and adjusts the Yin God and the physical body so that they can fit together, his path of cultivation will not be cut off.

Even, because of his later experience and understanding of the true meaning, it will only go more smoothly.

However, his lifespan is still those lifespans, so he needs to restore his cultivation as soon as possible, and then sprint to a higher realm to continue his long life.

This is also a natural limitation of monks.

Otherwise, when the life span is near the end, it will take away a direct descendant to continue life, wouldn't it mean that you have a lot of time to practice.

As for why the first target is the bloodline heir, it is because it is easier to fit in and saves countless efforts.

Because other people don't have blood as a basis, there will be a mismatch between the Yin God and the physical body.

Seriously, even action has become difficult, let alone practice.

By the time the head and tail are tidied up, one's lifespan will have bottomed out long ago, so it is easy to be trapped and die in a body that doesn't fit.

Even if it is a Jindan real person, if he has no choice but to take away a monk with a low cultivation base, he will easily suffer himself to death in the end.

If it is a mortal, it will be even more troublesome. Even the mana cannot be mobilized, and the body is completely a lifeless cage.

The magic weapon is used as a hoop, and the spiritual object supports the body.

The ghost king's yin spirit quietly returned to his territory.

A figure who was practicing suddenly opened his eyes.

His appearance is quite similar to that of the Heavenly Ghost King, but his cultivation base is in the realm of foundation establishment, and he has not achieved Jindan.

The man seemed a little frightened, but after seeing the person coming, although he was still not calm, he eased up a lot. After he had a quick idea, he saluted and said, "Father, aren't you going out?"

"That's right, I came to see your practice for my father." The Heavenly Ghost King approached, and put his palm on his son's shoulder.

The monk was a little nervous at first, but immediately became happy when he heard this.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a darkness attack, and then he lost consciousness again.

When those eyes recovered from the trance, their expressions were completely different from before, and while moving their bodies, they murmured: "It's really a heavy body, fortunately it is the blood of the king's direct line, so there should be no need to get used to it. Too long."

Even though it is a body of his own blood, it still takes time. The Heavenly Ghost King initially estimated that it would take at least ten years.

You can't stay in Netherland any longer. If you have the resources in the storage bag, if you search the treasure house, you need to leave quickly and hide outside for hundreds of years.

With a view to restoring one's own cultivation.

There is nothing to be done, so I have to leave Xiaohuangyu.

The Heavenly Ghost King finally sighed, "Leave."

As long as Master Yuyan is alive, he will not be safe, and the monks of the Holy Spirit Sect will also look for his whereabouts.If he exposes his identity as the Heavenly Ghost King, he will not be able to protect himself.

Only leave.

Even leaving the small wasteland.

……

The flying speed of the Zunhun Banner is extremely fast.

And there is no meaning of stagnation at all.

Anmu pursued vigorously, he had been chasing for at least half an hour, but he couldn't see the magic weapon stagnant.

In the end, he had no choice but to use all the secret techniques of burning blood to pump mana.

This is the only way to catch up.

But before he reached out to grab the soul banner, he saw the magic weapon flickering slightly, and then disappeared out of thin air in front of him.Without any sign, he watched helplessly as the magic weapon he was about to obtain disappeared.

He was left standing there blankly.

The consciousness was released for hundreds of miles, and even the insects on the ground were not spared, but the figure of the magic weapon was not found.

"Broken!" Anmu yelled.

The Black Mountain Seal was on this magic weapon, if he really didn't catch up, it would be fine, but he had already activated the secret technique, and saw the appearance of the magic weapon, and disappeared when he was about to collect the magic weapon.

It was like yellow mud falling into his crotch, and he couldn't wash it off no matter what.

The higher-ups will probably think that he swallowed the magic weapon and refused to hand it over.

An's eyes turned around anxiously.

A late Jindan monk stood there with a sad face, annoyed that he hadn't caught that magic weapon.

Another half a day later, the Faceless Ghost chased after him.

Looking at Anmu, he asked, "Can I get a magic weapon?"

Yan shook his head in despair and said, "I haven't got it."

"Why?"

"I have chased here, and when I was about to collect the magic weapon, it suddenly disappeared. How do I know, I..." Yan Mu didn't have the demeanor of a late-stage monk, and he flicked his sleeves like a slapstick, and his voice was full of anger and fear.

As if thinking of something, Anmu asked the Faceless Ghost as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Did someone take it?"

The Faceless Ghost sighed and said, "I don't know why his sense of smell is so keen. The people I sent out didn't even see the child, and they didn't even find out the news."

"Reverend Meteor Flame, you know..."

An's eyes froze for a moment, and he asked uncertainly: "Didn't the two elders of Zhong Mu go to intercept and kill Yu Yan?"

"It failed. The bodies of the two elders were shattered by the meteor flames, leaving only the Yin God to escape. Without decades of recuperation, I am afraid they will not be able to cultivate again."

"what!"

"Reverend Yuyan is so strong? But what does this have to do with that child? Could it be that Mr. Tu Shan entrusted the child to Reverend Yuyan?"

The Faceless Ghost frowned and said, "No."

"Not only was it not entrusted to Reverend Yuyan, but there are no monks who know the news."

"Realist Yuyan has arrived, so he has no choice but to leave to avoid being exposed."

"Now I can only guess what Tu Shanjun is thinking. If he didn't entrust the child to such a strong Master Yuyan, where would he send the child?"

Anmu suddenly felt hopeless, guess how to figure it out.

The magic weapon got away, but the child didn't catch it.

Going back empty-handed, you will have to peel off your skin if you don't die.

"Please adjust that magic weapon."

(End of this chapter)