I am the main soul in the soul banner

In the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Tu Shanjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the Lingtai, had a glint of divine light in his Yinshen eyes.

I saw the Nascent Soul surrounded by black air approaching quickly.

Plunging headlong into Tu Shanjun's Yin God.

Tu Shanjun got up slowly, and swept away all the haze in the Sea of ​​Consciousness with a wave of his hand, and even the light that was maintained quickly expanded, turning into clarity when Tu Shanjun stepped out of the Lingtai.

Since he has become a Nascent Soul, he no longer has to confront the devil.

Looking at the shivering demon in the corner, Tu Shanjun flipped his palm.

The disappearance of the large formation that suppressed the devil also cut off the extraction of mana by the formation.

The white circle protecting the Yin God landed on Tu Shanjun's wrist, and transformed into an ordinary bracelet with the power of mana.

Without the suppression of the big formation, the demon returned to his original nature again. Fearing the breath of Mr. Tu Shan's body, he could only gather his body as much as possible, but did not give up fighting for control of this body.

The scarlet eyes stared at the vacated altar.

Tu Shanjun took out the soul banner and said softly: "Fellow Daoist, I don't know if you are considered a fellow Taoist. It would be troublesome to keep you. It just so happens that my soul banner needs the Yin God. Please enter the banner."

"Roar!"

The devil rushed towards him wrapped in fireworks. Unexpectedly, he didn't intend to kill Tu Shanjun, but escaped from the body of the demonic blood in a state of yin and god, and was about to escape with the flickering light.

A big hand casually tore apart the demon flame in front of him, grabbed the demon's head, and grabbed it back alive.

Tu Shanjun hesitated slightly.

Even if he became the Nascent Soul True Monarch, he would have no magic power.

The Yin God who swallowed the blood essence, also possesses the characteristics of the Yin God of blood essence, can refine the Youshen Mosheng Pill that was eaten into the stomach to create power.

It is obviously better to keep the devil than to kill him.

Tu Shanjun took another elixir, but the medicinal power of the elixir only turned into evil spirit, and did not bring mana.He couldn't help but murmured regretfully: "Sure enough, this is not a loophole that can be exploited."

Perhaps it was because the blood yuan had established some kind of connection with the elixir when he was alive, and he was still refining the elixir after the devil swallowed the blood yuan Yinshen.

And the medicinal power of the elixir is very huge, turning into full mana.

It can only be said to be the ingenious result of the integration of the three parties.

Zhang Xu's soul banner wraps his body, and Tu Shanjun's real body comes out of it to exchange with the body of the enchanted blood element. Tu Shanjun's Yin God and Yuanying return to the body of the deity's Yuanying monk, and replace the blood element with the Taoist temple of the soul banner.

Conveniently put the devil in the body of the deity.

This not only keeps the devil alive, but also allows the devil to stay in peace and not make trouble for him.

Tu Shanjun wiped off his scarlet long hair, and turned black hair into black hair.

……

dome.

Ripples fluctuate.

The large formation shield of the lens is already full of cracks.

Even Daoist Yuyan couldn't bear such pressure.More than a hundred masters made their moves together, and among them, there were more than [-] Jindan masters who were above the late stage.

And there are only a dozen or so people supporting the large formation, and the disciples of Daoist Guangyuyan accounted for six of them.

Zi Shaoqing strode into the meeting hall.

The golden elixir masters of the four major families and the rest of the elixir worshipers gathered here.

Zi Shaoqing bowed her hands and said: "Senior uncles, Yangcheng is in danger, I implore all uncles to help."

The cultivators of the Li family also cupped their hands and said, "Young City Master's words are wrong."

"It's not that we don't want to make a shot, but that we can't make a shot."

Everyone was silent.

Most of them avoided Zi Shaoqing's gaze.

But there are also righteous grandmasters, not only did not avoid, but looked calm.

"Seniors, the formation is on the verge of collapsing. Are you just sitting back and watching Yangcheng be destroyed? My master has treated you well, and has supported the worshiping families a lot. Don't tell me you must be ungrateful."

The monk of the Zheng family said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because of the kindness of the old city lord that we chose to stand down. We can't let the old city lord make mistakes again and again."

"If it weren't for the fact that the friendship is still there, we would have already opened the door to let them in. Why wait here. We just want to survive, and we want the old city lord to give up protecting the devil."

"Young City Lord..."

"..."

There are different opinions about this, and they all try to persuade Zi Shaoqing out of righteousness.

As long as the old city lord handed over or beheaded the devil, they would attack immediately without any delay.

Boom!

A loud sound came.

A Jindan Grandmaster exclaimed in shock: "The sky has collapsed?!"

Looking carefully, it is actually not the sky but Yangcheng's Yangyan formation. The dome above shattered suddenly, and a large piece of dharma fragments turned into stars and fell, burning into a rainbow in the sky and disappearing.

"The formation is broken!"

While the horrified shouts resounded, the grandmasters in the council hall stood up one after another, either with their eyes wide open, or they fell back to their seats limply, or their lips and eyes trembled, and their words were awkward.

"I……"

"That's not what we meant!"

Zi Shaoqing glanced at them angrily, her eyes were full of fierceness, and she didn't care about arguing with them.

Daoist Ziyang, the center of the formation, collapsed on the pedestal, with blood trickling from the seven holes, and he braced his body to perform escapism.

The formation broke.

More than a hundred Jindan masters are facing one person.

Reverend Yuyan stands proudly, Shi Ran raises his hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, the breath of Reverend Yuyan bursts out, he doesn't change his expression too much, but transmits a voice transmission to his apprentice: "Let's go."

Mr. Tu Shan may or may not succeed.

He couldn't bet that Mr. Tu Shan would succeed, that's why he sent his disciples away.

No matter how insane the masters of righteousness and evil are, they will not be able to take down the four major families and the combined Golden Core masters, and they will always give them a way out.

But it is not likely that Master Ziyang and the others will be let go.

These are all direct descendants of Yangcheng.

"Old man Yuyan, you forced us to do this, now that you have reaped the consequences of yourself, what else can you say!"

"Zi Daoxu, don't be stubborn."

"True Meteor Flame..."

"..."

Questioning voices came from afar, and the leader of the Orthodox Sect stood at the front, as did the Devil Sect.The monks of the Blood Fiend Sect were overjoyed, they could even swallow the Yangcheng formation while it was broken.

The old monster Xuansha calmly looked for the figure of the enchanted blood element, and even the spirit treasure.

Reverend Yuyan raised his fist and raised his fist, and said softly: "There is no need to say more, if you want to do it, then do it."

He couldn't explain the reason, didn't say whether Tu Shanjun's secret would be exposed, let alone why he wanted to protect Tu Shanjun.

The old demon Yuhuan smiled, and pointed his rouge-rubbed fingers at the real Yuyan standing in front of them: "Let us see how strong Zi Daoxu, who is known as the No. 1 under the Nascent Soul, is really. "

"Fellow daoists, don't worry about it. Zi Daoxu's strength is extraordinary, so let's fight together." Master Earth Corpse shouted loudly, not feeling at all that there was anything shameless in doing so.

Master Qingxu took a step forward with his sword box on his back: "Fellow Zi, hand over the devil."

"Amitabha, don't be obsessed with fellow Taoists who have fallen into flames." The great monk who saw and heard chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"You all only have tongues, so I'll make the first move." The big snake of Yulingzong suddenly appeared above Reverend Yuyan, biting Reverend Yuyan's head.

"boom."

With a punch, the big snake in the late Jindan stage flew out with its head drooping, and one of the two huge fangs was crushed.

"Ah, my snake!"

The screams of grief woke everyone up.

They didn't expect Master Yuyan to be so powerful, repelling the late Jindan monster with a single punch.

"Shoot together!"

The monks of the Demon Sect were afraid and at the same time cast spells one after another.

Countless spells were applied.

Reverend Yuyan stared at the front calmly, his voice raised from low to low: "I didn't expect that I would show my skills one day, so come on!"

"Sun Flame Precious Art."

The yang flames and fire phoenix shrouded the countless Taoist arts abruptly, but they were also swallowed by the Taoist arts and the mixed true meaning in mid-air.

Daoism and true meaning instantly devoured Master Yuyan.

"Master!"

Master Ziyang roared loudly.

It's a pity that he was blown away by the huge aftermath of the fight before he got close.

"Grandpa Zi."

Tu Shan Jinghong clenched her silver teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks, she wanted to rush over, but was held tightly by the senior brother beside her, not allowing her to participate in the vortex of fighting skills at all.

The cultivators seemed to have foreseen the death of Master Yuyan.

"Oh, why does it have to be like this."

"It's a pity that a generation of outstanding people."

"..."

"Amitabha."

"I hope Fellow Daoist will go well."

It was only after the ripples and the brilliant light dissipated that a scarlet light was blocked in front of Reverend Yuyan. It was a soul flag about ten feet high, fluttering in the strong wind.

A figure in a black Taoist robe stood on top of the Soul Banner Spirit Treasure.

That figure looked slightly sideways at Reverend Yuyan behind him, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, fortunately, I am not disgraceful!"

As he said that, inspiration bloomed all over his body.

The aura that belonged exclusively to Zhenjun Yuanying swept away the aftermath of the fight like a storm, and that oppressive aura was like an invisible big hand grasping the hearts of the hundreds of Jindan masters in front of him.

"True Monarch Yuanying!"

None of this needs words.

The monks present could understand it only by the overwhelming breath.

The one in front of him is the top monk in Xiaohuangyu.

Nascent Soul True Monarch, whose sum is less than five fingers.

It is a real big monk!
Chunjun bowed his hands and saluted, and asked in a loud voice: "I don't know who the senior is?!" He didn't dare to look at Yuanying Zhenjun directly, so he could only use his peripheral vision to search, and even restrained his own spiritual consciousness.

You must know that it is very impolite to use the spiritual sense to cast the eyes of the Lingguan at will, let alone facing a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"Amitabha, I wonder if you are lucky enough to know the name of the senior?"

The great monk of the White Bone Temple asked with a low eyebrow.

Tu Shanjun glanced at the other party, grinned and said, "If it wasn't for some connection with the White Bone Temple, I would have killed you just now."

The great monk Jianwen looked up in shock, as if he didn't understand why Gao Xiu in front of him would say that.

Staring at the Soul Honor Banner under Tu Shanjun's feet, a bold idea popped up in Xuansha's mind, which even made him a little scared, and he lost his voice and said: "You are the demon who swallowed up the blood spirit brother Yinshen. head!"

"The devil?!"

Hundreds of Golden Core Grandmasters backed away in fear.

This is the Nascent Soul Demon, a terrible existence.

"The old man is quite smart, but this seat is not the devil, but the monk who succeeded in crossing the catastrophe but lost his body, the Taoist name Zunhun."

Tu Shanjun's scarlet eyes looked at Xuan Sha and the blood evil sect monks behind Xuan Sha.