I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 508 Sneak Attack
The ragged old man spoke slowly.

Throwing the dragon spear in his hand violently, it didn't rush towards the horned demon king and the big monk holding the white silk, but landed on the big training ground of the Blood Fiend Sect.

It just happened to land next to the devil who was kicked off the cloud by Tu Tiger.

The appearance of the Bone Dragon Binding Spear frightened the demon back again and again. It was no match for the Nascent Soul Zhenjun who was holding a spirit treasure. He was about to retreat again, only to realize that the Bone Spear had no intention of dealing with it at all.

The fog cover turned into a vortex, and the blood evil monks who were still dazed around were sucked into it.Roaring and wailing, the rays of light cast by the spell seal exploded.

Like a powerless ants, he opened his gong-like throat, only to hear a miserable sound.

This scene made Master Xuansha's eyes crack and he shouted: "They are all sect disciples!"

Turning into surging blood energy, it surrounded the dragon gun, and the dragon gun turned back into the old man's hand like a spirit.The old man absorbed the blood energy that rolled in, his eyes turned into pitch black, and raging demonic flames burned.

The old man exhaled comfortably, and glanced at Master Xuansha: "The sect is going to be gone, so what's the use of having disciples. Boy Xuansha, do people like you care about the life and death of disciples of the sect? "

"As long as I can retreat from the enemy, old man."

"Seven-revolution Heavenly Demon Art!"

The old man in ragged clothes roared loudly, and a black mana aura suddenly emerged from his body, and the originally sluggish aura was dazzling like a beam of light at this moment.

A burst of invisible ripples blew up the old man's few hairs that were still stained with fish oil, and even blew the dry skin on his cheeks and cheeks.

Only by using the devilish energy around him can he stabilize his figure.He raised his hand and saw that there was a sunken fist mark on his palm, and the gray mist was like a maggot attached to the bone.

It is too difficult to calculate the horoscope of Yuanying Zhenjun's birthday, but fortunately, with flesh and blood in hand, he can deduce a name.Tu Shanjun shook his soul flag and opened the banner, cut his palm, and wrote "Zhao Xuanzhen" with his finger stained with blood.

One escaped from the shell, and the other crashed into the soul streamer by itself to become nourishment for evil spirits.When the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect was in front of him, even if he was at the same level, he couldn't kill him in a short time.

But in this case, I always feel that it is not so happy.It was precisely because he felt this way that he did not take the lead.It would be better to have him in charge and let Tu Shanjun avenge his own blood.

The piercing eyes dodge.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, to protect me." True Lord Taiyi nodded happily, and the white pagoda in his hand turned into a high platform, and he climbed onto the high platform and took out treasures, which wrapped around his side like phantoms.

"Taiyi Demon Slaying Sword!" Taiyi Zhenjun pinched his magical powers, his expression was very excited.He hasn't cast spells for a long time, but it doesn't prevent these spells he is most familiar with spreading in his hands.

The bone-binding dragon spear shattered the body shield, wrapped in the true meaning and magical powers unique to the old man in rags, and forcibly stopped Tu Shanjun's progress.

The old man in rags was slightly stunned. He felt that he was a little older, and his energy was not as high as before. Even if he absorbed most of the blood evil sect's demonic energy, he still couldn't make up for what he was missing.

At the same time, Zhenjun Taiyi finally took out the spirit treasure that had been sacrificially refined, and Baofeng rose from the ground under the blessing of the giant sword technique.The giant sword pierced through the clouds above, and it looked like half a floating island was hanging high above.

It was just a little bit that Zhenjun Taiyi would have an accident.

"Soul devouring, curse devouring."

The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs I met in Xiaodongtian in the past are great Nascent Soul cultivators, and their knowledge and cultivation are quite extraordinary, but they are old and have no Lingbao to accompany them.

And the bone-binding dragon spear in his hand had already turned into a wandering light, and went to sweep around the practice field. The black and red aura blended into his body, making this shriveled old man look much stronger.

The soul-swallowing true meaning is attached to the palm of the hand, and the dharma mask and the body's qi completely wrap it.

Looking sideways, the ghost hand like a sickle was tightly hooking his flesh and blood, and traces of blood flowed down the wound.

The old man suddenly felt a bone-piercing sharp attack, and doubts appeared on his face, as if he was looking for where the wind was blowing from, but he split his protective qi like a steel knife and smashed the magic mist.

There were two Nascent Soul True Monarchs besieging them, even if the old man had any ability to absorb the lives of his disciples, it would be of no avail.

"It's worth it!"

Master Xuansha froze in place.

Tu Shanjun, who was about to continue to attack, immediately returned to help Zhenjun Taiyi.

It fell towards the bottom of the floating island with black and red blood.

"kill!!"

"what."

The old man in ragged clothes condensed his mana into true supernatural powers the moment his body guard shattered.

However, if he doesn't release his master uncle, he is no match for the Soul Swallowing Demon Lord, especially if the other party has found a helper.One Yuanying Zhenjun is already difficult to deal with, and now there are two Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.

He saw a golden light shining in front of him.

Without hesitation, Tu Shanjun stepped up into the sky, and his feet landed firmly on Stegosaurus.

The sound of iron strikes burst.

Although the injury was serious, it was hard to hide the palpitations and fear.

He knew that if he released his uncle, he would let his uncle destroy the sect without waiting for others to destroy the sect. That magic skill, which was only theoretical, actually made his uncle practice successfully.

The coercion grew rapidly.

True Monarch Taiyi said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, if we want to kill him, we must kill the other monks of the Blood Evil Sect and cut off his retreat. Otherwise, he will be able to absorb the demonic energy and strengthen himself."

Relying on Dongtian's suppression of strength, Mr. Tu Shan did not kill the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Not only did the demonic flames around him not weaken, but it seemed that the raging demonic flames were raised to a higher level because of the pain.

The disciple of the blood evil sect who was fleeing with the sword dissipated his flesh and blood when his true intention struck. When he roared miserably, only his bones were left on his body, and the remaining bones were also refined into dust and swept into the sky.

"it is good!"

Under the red hair is a pair of scarlet glowing eyes.

It's not that he has encountered monks and good physiques in the world, but there are few people who can match this horned red-haired devil. The mace is more like a windmill spinning.

Lingbao's long sword crawled on his shoulders like a swimming dragon. The blade swayed slightly, turning into more than a hundred solid sword lights, and swaying again, turned into thousands of sharp edges spliced ​​into a steel stegosaurus.

Covered by the banner cloth, it was hard to tell what was false and what was real for a while.

I can't help but wonder whether I can tide over the difficulties.

The coercion of the spiritual consciousness that looked like the withered body was also rapidly increasing, and the magic mist steam was formed around the body, constantly repairing the old man's body.

"Drain the magic."

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

Looking at the Tu Tiger who resisted the golden light, his shoulders were bloody and bloody, his face twitched due to the severe pain, the fangs hidden in his mouth could not help showing, staring at the person who shot secretly.

"The true meaning that kills you!" Tu Shanjun pulled out the mace, turned his fist into a gun, and the majestic coldness of the soul-swallowing true meaning drove out all the light like a starry sky, leaving only the deepest darkness.

……

……

The infinite suction rapidly expands around the ruins of Qifeng and the large practice field, but the most important true power is still concentrated on Tu Shanjun.

"Wow." The old man grinned his teeth in pain, "Boy, it's such a black hand! Don't you know how to respect the old and love the young?" As soon as he turned the spell in his hand, his body was instantly healed by the black air without any wounds.

However, when this expression is focused, it is inevitable that the divine consciousness will relax.

The old man felt a tingling pain coming from his shoulder.

Tu Shanjun didn't panic at all, he lowered his body and turned his palms upwards, and he threw his palms out into fists: "Swallow the soul!"

Lingbao fell to death like a mountain top.

And the man holding the 'Mace Hammer' was tall and tall, with two horns winding above his head.

No, it's not sunshine at all, but Yangyan!

"They keep it and they keep it. Why don't they become the food for my recovery." The old man with ragged clothes and felted hair clenched his dragon spear tightly: "Seven-turn magic power."

The skeleton ghost at the top of the 'Mace' showed a smile, and swallowed all the flesh and blood alive. Only Tu Shanjun, who was holding the 'Mace', still looked stern.

boom! ! !
A severed arm was thrown out in the air, spinning several circles in mid-air.

The more violently the soul banner shook, the more the ragged old man felt a headache, and blood flowed out along the seven orifices, but the old man grinned loudly: "It hurts me too!"

Daoist Xuan Sha threw all his thoughts to the back of his head fiercely, and murmured: "You can recruit again after your disciple dies. If the sect is gone, you will lose everything. Even if it is lost forever, as long as the master and uncle can stop these two people, it will be worth it."

Tu Shanjun twirled the pinching technique, and squeezed the old man's flesh and blood into a ball: "Show the birthday, the blood curse chases the soul, hurry like a law!"

"clang."

boom.

Tu Shanjun obviously didn't have any considerations or thoughts in this regard, so he rolled up the banner of the Honored Soul Banner again, and said without any pretense: "Let's destroy the Blood Fiend Sect as soon as possible, so as to prevent the night from having many dreams."

Soldiers are hidden in the banner, and evil ghosts and ghosts fly out of it from time to time, scratching and biting, or roaring and gathering fog to corrode the qi, which completely makes the parrying old man feel difficult.

clang!
The people who were shocked by the loud noise were frightened.The old man in ragged clothes who received the 'mace hammer' also felt the muscles and bones in his palm tremble endlessly, and said straightly: "What a heavy force!"

Xu Shi saw through the old man, and Zhenjun Taiyi sent a voice transmission to Tu Shanjun: "Why don't we fight together to destroy the blood evil sect quickly? But..."

The insurance that was like a reassurance also made him feel uneasy.

stab.

Roaring like a wild beast rolling in his throat, it seemed that he would rush out in the next moment and tear the obstacles in front of him to shreds.The slight wavering in his eyes turned into firmness, just like the raging demonic flames in front of him.

The head of the bone-binding dragon-binding spear in the old man's hand suddenly turned into a huge dragon's head, and let out a deafening roar. The invisible sound waves shattered the dharma mask around the tall figure, and pushed the man's body violently.

Roaring into the air.

"Sunlight?"

Especially the lower sword dragon, surrounded by the sword energy from the strangulation, he has no time to cast those supernatural spells that require pinching seals, and can only resist one or two with the magic power and the dragon spear in his hand.

"Drink!"

Tu Shanjun shook the soul banner in his hand, and the spells and supernatural powers were constantly changing, and the incantations were like magic voices urging the big bloody characters: "Wandering souls, why don't they live and keep them, make them a hundred shades, and use thousands of gods. The gate of heaven opens, and all ghosts descend! "

The claws of the mace tore away a large piece of flesh.

The mace in his hand soared three feet under the urging of mana, and the huge 'mace' replaced the top horn of the stegosaurus, and went straight to the ancestor of the blood evil master who was soaked in the devilish energy for a while in midair.

The moment the fists and palms met, the old man in rags suddenly flew backwards.

Once the golden light penetrated their bodies, it would be very difficult for them to fight again.Without the support of mana, the soul-respecting banner is just an ordinary spiritual treasure.

"Are you okay?"

True Monarch Taiyi hurriedly replied: "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist, I'm fine."

"your hands……"

(End of this chapter)