I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 41 Choice
Light a stick of incense to the old man.

Worship the soul banner again.

Then the inner qi is transported into the Zunhun Banner through the palm meridians.

After swallowing a Yinhun pill, Old Man Xiang has indeed become stronger.

He desperately hopes to get a second one.

Since the baby needs internal energy, then deliver the internal energy.

Until the whole body's internal energy is consumed.

The small black streamer spat out another black bead the size of an egg.

The old man carefully held it in the palm of his hand.

This undoubtedly strengthened his thinking, Baobao can indeed come up with the natural and earthly treasures that can increase human strength.

The premise of all this is internal energy.

"Not bad, very good."

Tu Shanjun was very satisfied with the old man's ability to understand.

If it continues like this, when the mana is enough, Tu Shanjun will be able to cast the spell of entering the dream, and will pull the old man into a dream.

Cook and eat.

Those herbs that are reluctant to eat on weekdays are also boiled.

The old man Xiang looked at the medicines for invigorating qi and blood that he had made, and his expression was a little dazed.

These books are all to lay a solid foundation for Xiang Wen.

It doesn't work anymore.

Qi and blood replenished, and I ate again, gaining strength.

When the inner Qi recovers a bit, burn the kang and sit cross-legged on the kang with five hearts facing the sky.

Take the Yinhun Pill to the old man again.

The sharp chill was piercing.

It seems to be able to freeze human flesh and blood directly into ice cubes.

The hot steam from the heated kang will surround the old man.

Cold and hot sympathize, neutralize each other, and apply the family's martial arts mentality to the old man.

Inner Qi surges along the meridians.

The unknown pure power melts into the meridians, settles into the dantian and turns into internal energy.

The old man did not faint.

He withstood the erosion of Yinhun Pill.

The inner qi in the dantian grew stronger visible to the naked eye.

The inner qi feeds back the body, warming and nourishing the dark disease and strengthening the body at the same time.

The newly added peak of vigor actually directly integrated into the internal organs.

"boom!"

The old man felt that he had opened a door.

The door that I have not entered for a long time.

Refining dirty environment.

That is, the world's first-class master.

The two Yinhun pills directly made a second-rate master who had passed his peak achieve first-class achievements and step into viscera refining.

The internal Qi is constantly growing, and the internal organs form a cycle.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed.

Even though there is only one arm left, the body is extremely coordinated, as if a precision instrument has been mobilized as a whole.

The skin and flesh are tough, the bones and blood are rushing, and the five internal organs are constantly growing.

"A first-class master that is rare in the world, the realm of viscera refining!"

"It's done."

The old man didn't feel happy, all this did not come easily.

If there is no belief in revenge, the first time he takes the black beads, he will be frozen to death.

Success is based on the death of his wife and children.

If possible, the old man would rather he never broke through, as long as his wife and children are safe.

"If I get the power sooner."

The old man blushed and clenched his fists.

If he gains strength earlier, to become a master of the dirt realm, even if he is old, Xiuyiwei will not deprive him of his hereditary hundred households, but will have the opportunity to go further.

It's a pity that the most difficult thing to find in the world is if.

Tu Shanjun looked at the old man and said nothing.

Cheap sympathy is useless.

It is always difficult for people to realize the role of power.

As everyone knows, it is precisely because of power that the world around them is beautiful.

Others will be kind to you.

If it is late, it is not.

Because it is difficult for people to gain power beyond their own cognition.

Tu Shanjun sighed quietly, and his thoughts were surging. It would be great if he had gained strength long ago.

Overthinking is useless.

Tu Shanjun put aside distracting thoughts.

Be prepared to choose the introductory scriptures.

Now that the old man Xiang has become a first-class expert, his internal energy has increased greatly, so he has the opportunity to perform the dream-entering technique.

I just don't know which of the qigong methods in my hand is suitable for the old man.

There is no doubt that Mingling Gong is better than other exercises.

However, Ming Ling Gong only has three levels of formulas and mental methods, and in the future, you must either switch to practice or find the full method.

So, have to look again.

The words are divided into two parts.

Destroy the door overnight, practice day and night.

Even though the old man has become a master of refining the dirt, he still feels tired.

Grabbing the Zunhun Banner, he fell asleep.

"Dream."

The wind and cloud swept through the practice cliff.

Overhead is the blue sky.

The old man looked stunned.

Standing there in bewilderment.

Everything is so strange, but real.

The light gray mist dissipated, and the torn black robe fluttered in the wind.

The old man saw a tall figure.

Blue face, red eyes.

The expression is terrifying but solemn.

The long scarlet hair was scattered wildly.

The border of the black robe was damaged, as if it had been torn by some claw.

strong.

Unparalleled power.

It's almost like a living ghost king.

"Evil ghost!"

Trembling to the old man.

He has seen sneakiness before, but he doesn't have the sense of terror and oppression that the one in front of him has.

This evil spirit with horns on his forehead.

"Sneaking into a dream, or does it mean that my house has been touched by a ghost." Old man Xiang waited calmly.

Starting a fist fight, I want to use my inner energy.

He can't die yet.

Tu Shanjun can indeed enter the dream and change his face.

But once the banner master can use mana to summon him, the real body must come out.

If the two sides disagree, it will lead to distrust, so Mr. Tu Shan thinks that the real body should appear.

It's better to be scared now than to be scared later.

Tu Shanjun didn't speak, but opened his palms.

Cyan ghost hands, oval rough dark red nails, and a black bead quietly lying in the center of the palm without palm prints.

His eyes widened at the old man.

Of course he recognized what the beads were.

Isn't that what he ate?

"But why does this tall evil ghost in front of me have black beads?" The old man Xiang didn't understand.

Now that the old man Xiang has recognized Yinhun Pill, it also confirms Tu Shanjun's identity.

He used the black mist to condense the Mingling Art and the Blood Fiend Dafa.

Both of these can gain strength quickly.

A peaceful Zhongzheng can also quickly improve its strength.

The other one needs blood evil spirit.

The best way is to use the blood fiend array.

Tu Shanjun felt that he could actually use the blood evil method.

There are so many death row prisoners in the prison, if a batch is smelted, they will be able to gain great strength immediately.

"Gong method?"

"Immortal Master Cultivation Technique."

Old man Xiang had already forgotten how many times he was surprised.

It really broke his cognition.

The evil spirit not only had black beads, but also took out two exercises.

"What does this mean, let me choose one of the two?" Looking at the advantages and disadvantages of the exercises to the old man.

After the comparison, he chose Ming Linggong.

The blood evil method is indeed good, but the blood evil spirit affects the mind.

He didn't want to become like that, if possible, he wanted revenge with sanity.

Of course, this is because he has a choice, if not, there is only one way left.

Tu Shanjun directly smashed the blood demon Dafa, and passed the Mingling Gong to the old man.

After familiarizing himself with the old man, he looked at Tu Shanjun: "What do you want?"

He felt that even if there was goodwill in this world, it couldn't come from the anomaly of ghosts, and the other party must have plots.

So simply ask the old man directly.

Tu Shanjun was stunned. He didn't expect the old man to be so vigilant about him, and even asked him about his request.

After a little thought, Tu Shanjun used the black mist to condense into words: "Soul."

"A powerful soul."

"A death row prisoner in a prison."

The old man opened his mouth wide in surprise.

This red-haired evil spirit is too smart.

The other party actually knew the death row prisoner in the prison.

And the requirement is a strong soul.

Does this mean that he needs to kill to gain power?
With the sanity shown by the evil ghost in front of him, old man Xiang felt a chill down his spine.

Tu Shanjun drove the old man away without explaining too much.

Now that you have selected a kung fu method, you can practice step by step, there is no need to continue to stay on the practice cliff.

The old man woke up suddenly and lifted the quilt.

What catches the eye is the familiar ceiling, bed, and room.

Reassuring.

"Is it a dream?"

He murmured to the old man suspiciously.

If it was a dream, it seemed too real.

As if it really happened.

Subconsciously let go of his hand, only to realize that he had been holding the Zunhun Banner tightly.

Xiang the old man swallowed a mouthful of spit, and picked up the soul flag.

Suddenly, I remembered the words condensed in black mist that had appeared on the soul banner.

"Could it be that he wrote the words on it!"

　I wish you all a happy New Year's Day and good fortune.

　　Love you guys.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)