I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 470
Deserted tombs.

Unidentifiable corpses were thrown in the horizontal ditch of different shades.

The rotten smell drifted away, but no wild dogs or beasts came to eat.

Only the old crow on the tree turned its neck.

Didi Liu's eyes stared at him one after another.

"Brother, there seems to be some movement."

The monk in black and white robes gently pushed the man beside him with his legs crossed and his face covered by a hood.

The man with the bristlegrass in his mouth quickly turned over, rubbing his fingers to grind the hay into ashes, staring at the front with piercing eyes, and said in a low voice, "After waiting for so long, I'm finally willing to come out."

"Do you do it?"

"It won't be too late to start after he triggers the talisman."

With the effort of speaking, the light of the talisman diffused.The man also dressed in black and white robes got up from the tunnel all at once: "Do it!"

Three steps and two steps, the flying sword is like a sharp arrow.

The person next to him didn't hesitate and cast the same curse and spell, the small formation in front of him was already a little shaken and then stabilized.

The eagle jumped into the formation, and the flying sword slashed away the attacking curse, and then the yellow talisman in his hand was already pasted on the black air.Then he took out a small pocket, and with a slight shake of his closed index and middle fingers, he tightened the pocket with black air.

Tightening the opening of the pocket, the man in the black and white robe smiled: "Junior brother, we have made a fortune, this is a ghost in the late stage of Qi training."

"Counting this one, we have collected six ghosts in just over a month."

The two returned to the base.

Although he didn't go deep into Dongyuan, he still made himself ashamed.

Now that he has gained a lot of money, he plans to exchange it for spirit stones before buying talismans and pills, repairing magic tools, and rejoining the army of hunting down evil spirits.

Originally, the monks from Dongyuan were a mixed bag, but now all the major sects have set up camps and established strongholds.

on the way back.

"I don't know why Zongmen asked us to hunt for ghosts."

"With Lingshi to get it, it's okay to be a little bit tired. Brother, I know some inside information."

The man casually hung the magic weapon for storing ghosts on his waist, and then explained: "I heard that it was because I lost the fight with the devil, and the devil asked for this condition."

The man's name is Song Shu, he is a disciple of Wanfazong, and the junior brother beside him is also a monk of Wanfazong.

"Ah? But logically speaking, it is impossible for the ancestors of our sect to interfere with these matters."

"Junior brother, you don't know about this. There are also several master ancestors involved, so we also have to produce some ghosts. I also heard that the true king prefers sealed demons."

Song Shu heard the news from Senior Brother Zhuji.

"The devil?"

"I remember that the sect seems to have a seal." The younger brother recalled, he seemed to have read about the sect's seal demon from his schoolwork, but he didn't pay attention at that time.

From time to time on the road, there are monks flying over the clouds, and some monks who cast the light are shuttling through the clouds.

Few people approach them.

Even if there is a feeling of being spied on, a glance at it from a distance will lead to no follow-up.

Song Shu and his junior didn't return to Dongyuan City, not because of anything else, it was too far away.

It's better to go to the nearest base.

This large stronghold was built by the Temple of White Bone.

There are not only monks in the stronghold, there are also many monks from the orthodox sect.

Most of the monks who come and go will stop to rest, prepare the materials in their hands to exchange resources, but it has formed a small market, and it is still expanding like a snowball.

Since it is a snowball, of course it is not so regular.

There are shacks and illegally built huts everywhere, and low-level Qi practitioners walking through the muddy mud, wearing talisman magic tools used to catch ghosts on their bodies.

A monk passed by complaining: "The rent has risen again, and the recent ghosts are becoming more and more difficult to catch. It is better to go to mines. At any rate, it is a stable business. It is not like this. It is all about luck, and it is easy to be missed. .”

Song Shu just laughed when he heard it, and said that, in fact, not many idiots would take such complaints seriously, since mining is a good business, why are they scrambling to climb out of the mine.

If you really want to find a safe livelihood, Dafang City's standard talisman and magic weapon printing are really stable, but you can earn less.

"Brother, you haven't said which ancestors participated in the encirclement and suppression of demons... Zhenjun."

The younger brother's words dragged back the wandering Song Shu.

Song Shu gave a thumbs up with a hint of showing off, and proudly said: "The one who is second to none is the ancestor Chunjun of the first peak, and then the ancestor Changshui, not to mention the youngest, beautiful and Powerful..."

……

The veil is covered, and the bamboo hat is added to the body.

The black robe completely enveloped his figure.

The technique of restraining breath is used to the extreme, and the whole body's Qi machine is watertight.

Except for the gap between moving and dragging the bamboo hat, revealing a pair of rather strange deep purple eyes with a little divine light, which makes people feel extraordinarily miraculous, the rest looks like ordinary mortals.

The top floor of the Dan Pavilion is not allowed to be climbed by non-Yangcheng descendants.

However, today, the person who was hiding his figure with a bamboo hat walked in with a magical mechanism.

People came so quietly that no one knew except a few people.

Just stepped into the flat floor on the top floor of the Dan Pavilion, the resistance from the array was like waves of sea water slapping on the ankles, layer by layer.

At a glance, the surroundings are full of engraved inscriptions on mysterious talismans.

Based on the 28 constellations at the four poles, with the surge of spiritual light, the shapes of the constellations drawn on the wall seem to come alive, soaring through the clouds, guarding the huge alchemy covered by crystal ripples.

The Dan Ding is so huge that it is impossible to see the whole picture. Ordinary people standing in the distance feel that they are facing a huge monster.

"This is..." the man in the bamboo hat asked suspiciously.

The breath is restrained and the voice is calm.

At first glance, this place is an important place in Yangcheng. The other party did not introduce him to the person who should see him but brought him to such a place, which will inevitably make people suspicious.

Zi Shaoqing also had doubts and curiosity that belonged to her, but she didn't ask more, but explained to this person: "The top floor of the Yangcheng Pill Pavilion can not only mobilize the earth fire, but also has a powerful formation."

"Zhenjun has something important to do, so it's not appropriate to walk around. If you want to see him, you can only come here."

Speaking of Zi Shaoqing looked at this person, the package was so tight that she couldn't see anything.

Simply give up the plan to observe.

She didn't know the identity of this person, but she was able to stand out among the many people who asked for an interview, so she probably had some background.Later, when the invitations came, they were sent directly to her master.

Reverend Yuyan also kindly ordered that he should be treated with great courtesy, and that he should not be allowed to set foot in other places except for confidential and dangerous places.

If you have any requirements, try to meet them as much as possible, and if you can't meet them, you can go to him.

Not to mention that the heirs of the great sect do not have such treatment, even the great master may not be able to receive such preferential treatment from Yangcheng.

"Zhenjun hasn't come yet?" The man in the bamboo hat asked suspiciously, his voice was calm and unruffled, but Zi Shaoqing could still hear a bit of unspoken urgency.

Obviously the other party's mood is not as stable as breath.

In the past two months, many monks have submitted invitations.

The congratulatory gifts that were sent were piled up into mountains, and there were many monks who sent heavy gifts and hoped to meet the real monarch, but they were all rejected by Tu Shanjun, and even the congratulatory gifts were returned.

Later, it was the senior brother who came forward and blocked the greeting card.

Only the one in front of him stood out from the crowd of monks.

Zi Shaoqing said: "Zhenjun is busy, it is not easy to find time to see you, how can I let Zhenjun wait for you?"

Zi Shaoqing has a lot of affection for Mr. Tu Shan, but now that there is too much difference, she can only keep that feeling in her heart and not say it.Not to mention, maybe I can take it out in the middle of the night to remember it.If you say it, it will embarrass the two of you.

The eyes of the man in the bamboo hat moved slightly, and the gauze curtain that covered his face seemed to rise and fall, and he said in a deep voice, "That's right."

"You wait in peace."

"When Zhenjun wants to see you, he will naturally meet."

After finishing speaking, Zi Shaoqing wisely left the top floor of Dan Pavilion.

left alone.

The man's eyes swept across the formation talismans, and he was excited. There were many talismans in his storage bag, and the ones on the wall were made by the same person, and that person was in Yangcheng.

The man in the bamboo hat looked up, and the beam of light from nature above the dome swayed on the huge alchemy furnace. The reflected light seemed to be about to uncover his bamboo hat, and even the gauze curtain that blocked his face was blurred a lot.

The sun is warm.

Laziness makes people want to stretch their waists.

Quiet, or the long peace of waiting.

Under this warm light, the man in the bamboo hat stood still and did not move, nor did he make any other movements.

He just felt that time was so slow.

For Grandmaster Jindan, the years and months are a moderate retreat.

And the moment of flicking the fingers is even shorter.

It's just that the feeling is very, very long.

Live like a year.

Deng.

The crisp sound echoed in the warmth scattered by the light and dust.

The formation of cornices and bucket arches turns around.

The subtle and rhythmic sound of the magic mechanism.

The man in the bamboo hat came back to his senses.

He felt that the light here was warm, perhaps because the fire from the ground was drawn up along the inscriptions of the formation, which made the temperature rise.Or maybe it's because of the rush of energy and blood, that's why I feel hot.

Obviously, the agency will not respond to a person's mood, let alone tell him.

The organ will only get closer.

The sound gradually increases from small to large.

After a while, a tall figure appeared from the rope lifting platform.It was still the familiar black robe, the top corner of which was pitch black, and the rough and inferior headband tied up the frantic red hair.

The alchemy furnace is too tall, towering above the sky.

Light Dust is split in half.

The man in the bamboo hat stood on the side of the radiance.

in the dark.

The tall figure was approaching.

I don't know whether it was the darkness that followed the figure, or whether it was because the man was already covered with black energy that the gray mist lingered, and his eyes suddenly became hazy, and he couldn't see the tall figure that was approaching clearly.

Closer, closer.

The coercive aura of the comer has not been completely released, but the aura of Xu Rusi has been understood.

If it was the other masters in Xiaohuangyu, they would probably be petrified when they saw this one.

It would be even more so if he had experienced the war two months ago.

The man in the bamboo hat also seemed to be stunned.

Trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)