I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 510 Ten Thousand Ghosts
"It's over, it's over..."

The devil who had just swallowed a foundation-building yin god had a sad expression on his face.

This is a bit of a good life, how can there be another big monk.Judging by the nervousness of the old devil, the monk he faced this time was absolutely extraordinary.

"This life is considered to be an explanation here." With tears in his eyes, the devil grabbed another blood demon cultivator and pulled out the Yin God, and was about to throw it into his mouth to swallow, but he didn't dare to swallow it as if he thought of something.

I didn't say that, the means of absorbing evil energy and evil energy did not stop for a moment, but sped up a lot, for fear that these monks of the blood evil sect would become nourishment for the old man in rags.

The devil regards food as its heaven, how can it just watch these accumulations being robbed by people.

The eyeballs rolled around again.

If the old devil is dead, it will be freed, which is a great thing, but I don't know if the big monk who just appeared can beat the old devil to death.

Thinking of this, it couldn't help raising its head in anticipation. It carefully looked at Huofeng sitting on Yang Zongchen's shoulder and said, "It's not over. We must kill the old devil, Tianyang Shenzong's... Master Turkey?"

……

"It hasn't been used for a long time."

Half a month ago, I mentioned some of the supernatural powers of the two, but in fact there are many other things that have not been fully explained.After all, the two have known each other for a very short time, so how could it be possible to tell all the cards in the hole.

"Squeeze!"

"Give it to me, blood debt!"

But after half a quarter of an hour, the old man in ragged clothes felt that Tu Shanjun was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that he seemed unable to resist.

There are 32 peaks and 21 floating islands, and most of them were ups and downs under the rampage of the Nascent Soul cultivator, and countless disciples were killed or injured.

The old man in rags was furious, every time he wanted to use supernatural powers, he was blocked by this man, he was never given the opportunity to distance himself, and he was determined to fight him in close quarters.

……

Just like what he said, how can such an old man's body resist the fierce attack method? In a moment of effort, his bones and tendons are already numb, and the palm of the hand holding the dragon gun has already revealed the bones, which has already worn away the flesh and blood. go.

"Don't worry, I, True Lord Taiyi, didn't get my name in vain." True Lord Taiyi smiled and at the same time sacrificed the white pagoda in his hand. The pagoda volleyed three inches above his head, and the radiant shroud covered it.

Master Xuansha stared blankly at everything that happened before him, howling, roaring, hating, roaring, crying, and desperately asking for help...

This is not only the information provided by the Blood Fiend Sect, they also don't care about the Blood Fiend Sect at all, but such a great alchemy master who can refine the Dragon Pattern Infant Pill must not be the help of Daoist Yuyan.

Tu Shanjun didn't care about these things, and he didn't tell the whole story about all the effects of the soul banner and what he knew.Demonstrating all the trump cards one relies on for survival is not honesty but a fool.

With that kind of dragon and tiger energy, he can refine the baby-changing pill with [-]% to [-]% medicinal power. This person is indeed a great talent.

The body of the tower rotates and separates into eight layers, the top of which falls on the top of the head like a crown, and the rest turns into armor plates covering the torso, arms, and legs, and turns into a layer of skin-like but extremely soft soft clothing to wrap the body.

"True meaning!"

The two fists turned into four hands like shadows, and the fist Luoyinghuang could no longer tell how many arms there were. He only saw that the surrounding magic energy and real handles were all crushed, and the defensive methods supported by magical powers were also pierced.

He really underestimated Zhenjun Taiyi, this spirit treasure turned out to be multifunctional.

Otherwise, with Uncle Na Dequan alone, he would have already started.

In this battle, it is necessary to use the strongest supernatural powers to refine the entire Blood Fiend Sect in one fell swoop, in order to avenge life and death.

Seeing the iron fist about to fall, the old man shouted: "True!"

If Zi Daoxu is not dead, he is not dead, there are plenty of ways to return to the sect.However, all these supporters had to be cut off, so as not to add Nascent Soul cultivators to those who protect the Purple Daoxu faction in the future.

Bang.

'Unfortunately, they still found out about this, and Zi Daoxu escaped unharmed. A gloomy light flashed in Yang Zongchen's eyes. He wanted to find a chance to get rid of Zi Daoxu, but he didn't expect to have a master follow him.

"Heavenly seal." The ragged old man threw the dragon gun in his hand and turned it into a bone dragon roaring to block Tu Shanjun, his hands were like a tower, and he was about to tie the heavenly seal to take out his own legal domain and fight this man.

Tu Shanjun is not only not angry but happy in his heart.

"Devil Heart Heavenly Yin!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing was endless, and the bone dragon-binding spear had completely transformed into a bone dragon to protect the old man in order to resist the attack of the soul banner, but this form gave the soul banner a chance.

Hearing the words coming from behind, Tu Shanjun was skeptical, but he still didn't take half a step.

Zhenjun Taiyi stretched his body, and the Liuhe edge in his hand turned into a giant floating under his feet under the urging of mana. With the rotation of the edge, the inscriptions lit up, and magic shields piled up to form one after another.

While thinking about it, use the bone-binding dragon gun to resist the attack of the 'Mace'.

He didn't have the advantage of talking, but whispered to Zhenjun Taiyi: "The secret method of Lingbao, fellow Taoist already knows..."

Tu Shanjun's gaze was as cold as a knife, and it hurt to scratch.

At this time, the old man in rags was holding a dragon spear, his flesh turned scarlet, his eyes were like the reflection of a pitch-black moon in a cold lake, a strong demonic energy gushed out from his body, and the spell rotated: "Heavenly demons transform into evil! "

In this way, he can rest assured that Taiyi Zhenjun will block Yang Zongchen, and he can also take advantage of this time to kill the shabby old man of the blood evil sect.

He did comprehend the magic skills thoroughly, but it's a pity that he encountered such a demon as soon as he came out of the mountain.His magical skills have not been fully cultivated, and he still needs a huge inner demon and demon energy.

"Where are you going!" Tu Shanjun yelled, and slammed the hammer straight at the old man's head.

Anyway, no matter how many Nascent Soul cultivators, they will all die in his hands.

"It's his true power!" The old man in rags felt the weight of his body, as if what he was waving wasn't the powerful body of a Nascent Soul cultivator at all, but a mortal body sunk in the molten mud.

At the moment when the old man achieved his supernatural powers, all the disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect who were burdened with demons were instantly possessed by demons, and even those without demonic embryos were knocked unconscious by the demonic energy, and when they stood up again, all their mana was turned into demonic energy.

"No, it's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker."

"magic?"

"Leave it to me."

True Monarch Taiyi is worthy of being an old-fashioned great monk, and the impenetrable inheritance he guards is also very useful. It can not only provide him with profound mana to support him in fighting, but also protect himself with the addition of spiritual treasures.

"Uncle Master, why?"

This magic technique completely enveloped the Blood Evil Sect, half of the disciples became enchanted in an instant.

Tu Shanjun was dumbfounded.

Moreover, many Taiyi True Monarchs did not say anything on the grounds that the inheritance cannot be said.

Keng.

Amid the constant knocking, cracks appeared on the bone dragon's white bones, and it started to whine and roar, but it couldn't get more mana blessing from the ragged old man, so it could only rely on the tenacity of the Lingbao itself to resist.

When it develops, he can also use the legal domain to first refine the blood evil sect, and turn all those "filial sons and grandsons" into the wealth of his obsession.There is one case, he should be able to break through the number of rank seven.

Rao even this pair of iron fists also saw the white bones supporting the flesh and blood in the passing time.Tu Shanjun didn't feel any pain, but only felt happy, and the ferocious expression on his face became more ferocious against the backdrop of his fangs.

One punch shattered the body shield.

Yang Zongchen looked into his eyes and said in a deep voice: "For the sake of you being a great master of alchemy, if you can plant a slave mark to make alchemy for my sect, it's not that I can't consider spare your life."

"Where are the demons?"

"Why is this happening!"

see this.

"Hahaha, shameless!"

He came from Tianyang Shenzong in the Great Eastern Desolation Territory, and was a genius within the sect. This bumpkin actually uttered wild words that he wanted to stop him.I don't know who it was just now, almost beheaded by Yang Yan.

With the pagoda on his body, the aura around Zhenjun Taiyi was completely round and uniform, and the rising inspirations were connected like shining stars to form a light curtain, and even his own aura was raised to be almost the same as that of Yang Zongchen at this time.

"Zongmen?"

Yang Zongchen laughed out loud.

He raised his hands, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears: "I...I, what did I release?"

"Zhiniang thief, my body has been sealed for thousands of years, and I don't have much energy and blood at all. If it weren't for the support of Tianmo Gong, I would be torn apart by him." The old man in rags bared his teeth and kept squeezing his own flesh and blood.

The core of the tower in the hand turned into a Liuhe edge, spinning like a constantly changing Luban lock.

"Soul swallowing."

It hit the ragged old man's face firmly, knocking his head to the side.At this time, I couldn't tell whether the sticky face was flesh or bone, it was all a blur.

Even if he didn't care about the death of the disciples of the sect, at this moment, Master Xuansha felt as if the sky was falling apart, which was unacceptable.

"Of course there are demons in the sect." The old man in rags cast his escapism and turned his head into a shooting star.Standing proudly volleying above the sect and looking down, he didn't intend to escape, but to refine the entire blood fiend sect into strength.

At this time, the old man felt a little regretful.

True Monarch Taiyi is certainly powerful, but the person who came here is the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator of Tianyang Shenzong, and he is also a first-class genius in the Eastern Desolation Realm. Although it is only the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, the opponent can even leapfrog the ranks and defeat the late Nascent Soul monk.

……

The hatred and anger that had been accumulated for hundreds of years were all turned into the hardest fist, and the soul-swallowing true intention was completely integrated into this fist, and every punch could swallow a bit of energy.

There was a cracking sound, and the black light approached.

Tu Shanjun will not let go of such a good opportunity to fight.

Unexpectedly, the dragon gun was entangled by the soul banner. In a blink of an eye, the fist as big as a casserole was already magnified in the eyes of the old man. The thick fist wind compressed the surrounding air into a ball, and he could not feel the flow of breath at all.

The manpower that originally organized and supported the formation was gone, and the mountain protection formation above the Blood Evil Sect was severely ineffective at this time, and maybe a random Nascent Soul cultivator could smash the mountain protection formation.

click.

Tu Shanjun didn't hesitate to procrastinate, and turned into a rainbow light and appeared not far from the old man in rags.

"Then there will be Fellow Daoist."

However, in his shocked and horrified eyes.

He saw the red-haired True Monarch in the top corner raised the soul banner in his hand, muttering something in his mouth, and then thousands of black clouds were reflected in his pupils.

What is the most basic thing about the soul banner?
Such a question can be known to any monk who asks it.

The most basic of soul flags, of course, are ghosts and evil spirits.

(End of this chapter)