I am the main soul in the soul banner

square inch boat.

The shaky figure guarded a bronze candle, moved forward, and sat on the bow.

Faint lights came.

I was seeing that most of the skeletons were shining under the light.

The dark black bones had no trace of flesh and blood. The dripping liquid passed through the gaps, and even the bones themselves were corroded and pitted.

The skin on one side of his face drooped, as if he had lost the support of his flesh and bones.

The owner of the figure simply reached out and tore it off and threw it aside.

By candlelight.

The evil ghost looks like a skeleton with its bones standing on end.

Tushanjun, who only had a little bit of his face left, wanted to shake the soul flag and put his body into it.

However, most of the main pole of the Xuhun banner in his hand had turned into pus and flowed in Fangcunzhou's small boat box, and if he pulled the open banner, only a small half was caught by the skeleton on the top of the main pole.

Tu Shanjun's expression changed dramatically.

The main body is damaged, so that the power that can be displayed now is greatly reduced. Even if he is exposed to mana, he cannot complete such a large action.

Not melting bones just makes his strength not have to be supported by so much mana.

In the case of not using magic skills, you can rely on the Taoist body to exert a certain strength. Of course, it is definitely not magical powers. It is mostly the combat power brought by the physical body. If you want to use magical powers, you need mana.

This does not mean that mana will not be consumed if the body is not transformed into bones.

On the contrary, compared with the ordinary physical body in the past, the consumption of mana is now higher than before.

Don't look at the huge movement when fighting with Fen Tian, ​​in fact, Tu Shanjun didn't use many spells at all, and the reincarnation of the only ghost king even took away [-]% to [-]% of his mana in one go, and his physical body at the peak of Jindan couldn't last long at all. If the body cannot be replaced, the magic power supporting the body's activities will be exhausted in a short time.

That clear light was aimed at him. Although his flesh and blood body suffered heavy injuries, it was actually not as damaged as the soul flag. The main pole and surface of the soul flag were still dissolving under this blue light.

Seeing the skeleton on the top of the soul banner that lost half of its body, and the banner that was still melting, Tu Shanjun immediately tore off the banner with his fangs.

The location of the main pole is not easy to deal with.

The main rod is much harder than the top corner and fangs, and cannot be easily damaged at all.

"Oops!"

Tu Shanjun found that the supplementary mana was getting weaker and weaker, which logically shouldn't have happened.

He could only reluctantly use his magical power to turn the remaining soul flag into a ring and wear it on his bony finger.

As the last trace of mana disappeared, the whole body sat completely silent.

that's it.

A light boat carried a dead bone.

Drifting in the barrier.

……

stab.

The figure that appeared in the barrier space still covered the figure, but that person was holding an ancient lamp, and the light turned into a bright circle to envelop him.

It was Venerable Burning Sky who had just fought with Lord Tushan.

He seemed to be looking for something, but there was only endless darkness around him.

The Venerable of the Five Viscera not far away also said with regret and joy: "Fellow Daoist He, why don't you save your Taoist partner with the Jiuzhao Spiritual Flower?"

"Don't bother you little man, you should first think about how to deal with Venerable Guxianlou."

"I will go to this seat."

Venerable Fentian, who was holding the lamp, sneered, stepped out and disappeared.

The Venerable Five Viscera clicked his tongue: "With such Taoist soldiers, it is true that they can come and go freely."

Said and looked behind.

Then the whole person left the barrier space.

The barrier space is chaotic, even the Venerable might get lost, he doesn't have such Dao soldiers, let alone stay for long.

The purpose of coming here is to make sure that Fen Tian did not get the spiritual treasure.

"It's a pity, but it's not a pity..." Wu Zang smiled lightly.

……

The spirit boat of the ancient fairy building in Fanghuzhou was robbed.

Half a year later, a mysterious monk disclosed the news.

It turned out that it was not a vendetta chase at all, but a treasure that was born with a spirit, which sank into the barrier after the two venerables did it. Since then, the whereabouts of the treasure has not been known.

However, this still attracted the attention of many monks.

Fang Huzhou suddenly became lively.

However, most of the friars who searched for it to no avail regarded it as a rumor.

After all, no one has that much time to pursue an uncertain result.

……

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Fanghuzhou, the hustle and bustle of this place is even more different.

The clouds cleared away.

The sun shines.

The monks were coming and going in an orderly manner, and the spiritual boats were flowing across the river, making it even more vibrant.

Only the 36 peaks stretch into a huge mountain range, which looks majestic and at the same time makes people wonder who is so generous to create such a fairyland for the monks to enjoy.

at this time.

A person is climbing up the long steps.

It was a monk in a black robe and a hood. His steps were not big, but he appeared at the top in the blink of an eye, facing the hall.

It was just a slight breath of inspiration, and then a melodious voice came from the back mountain.

"When will the envoy come to this small wasteland?"

The monk who walked through the sky looked a little old, dressed in black and white robes, and looked at the man in black with folded hands.

The man in black took off his hood, revealing a beautiful face, as cold and beautiful as cold peaks and high cliffs, more like rivers, sun and moon gathering and spreading, eloquently.

I have to say that this person is really loved by God.

This appearance and temperament alone are not something ordinary people can possess.

The man in black showed a smile and said, "Does the ancestor still remember me?"

Zhenjun Wuya was startled suddenly, opened his mouth wide, and said in surprise: "Jinghong?" Immediately, as if realizing the gap between the two, he quickly bowed his head and cupped his hands and said, "Don't blame the envoy, it's really..."

Tu Shan Jinghong smiled and waved his hands and said: "Back then, I didn't need the care of my ancestor in the sect. Otherwise, I wouldn't be as successful as I am today. My ancestor wouldn't have to be like this."

True Monarch Wuya still couldn't believe it and said: "This..., I heard that Jinghong you are retreating to attack the realm, now this is..."

Said and took a look.

Just the depth of the spiritual aura makes Wuya feel unpredictable, and he is afraid that he will not be able to explore it without opening his Dharma Eyes.

However, he is not good at prying eyes.

"good."

"I have crossed the border."

True Monarch Wuya hastily cupped his hands and said, "I don't know it's His Holiness coming!"

Tu Shan Jinghong secretly sighed.

Since her realm is getting higher and higher, no matter who faces her, it is inevitable to show a respectful look. Even the once kind ancestors and respected classmates seem to have a great alienation in an instant. kind of awe.

Moreover, because of her outstanding talent, she is a respected existence in the Eastern Wilderness.

"I came here to find my ancestor, because of this person."

As she spoke, she unfolded a picture scroll.

Tu Shan Jinghong briefly said that in fact, she had already walked around the small wasteland, and with the strength of Venerable Huashen, it would not even take long to swim this circle, but she did not find any relevant information about it. It was only after Tu Shanjun's message that Wanfazong came to Xiaohuangyu.

True Monarch Wuya showed a sudden look, he actually knew something a long time ago, it is said that this person is indeed related to Jinghong.

"It's a long story. The Blood Fiend Sect was destroyed back then..." Zhenjun Wuya told the story of the Blood Fiend Sect back then. It was already too late for him and the other Yuanying Zhenjun to rush there. Zong has been completely taken over by that person, and even the genius monks of Tianyang Shenzong are almost dead.

As for later.

"..."

"left?"

"Okay, I will go to the ruins of the Blood Fiend Sect to have a look."

"The ruins of the Blood Evil Sect were occupied and established by a new monk..." Zhenjun Wuya stopped mid-sentence. What was he talking about? This person in front of him was the venerable. How could the new monk stop him? Not to mention that there is no large formation in Xiaohuangyu that can stop the Venerable.

……

Standing on the territory of the original Blood Fiend Sect, it is now the territory of a new sect.

Tu Shan Jinghong said: "Dad."

A figure appeared behind Jinghong.The tall figure was wearing a black and red robe, with red hair at the top, and a stern face. Only his eyes were lifeless, and he did not look like a living person.

The inspiration and coercion it exudes is very similar to that of Tu Shan Jinghong himself.

This figure actually also has the aura of a Venerable.

Naturally, she rushed to Xiaohuangyu in such a hurry because she sensed a crisis in Tushanjun. However, when she came to Xiaohuangyu, she found that her father had been missing for more than 200 years.

If it really comes to mind, as soon as she left the Little Wilderness Territory and headed to the Eastern Wilderness, Tushanjun had already disappeared.

The blue and white palm moved away from Tu Shan Jinghong's eyes.

The pitch-black pupils disappeared, and a pair of purple-black double pupils appeared in the eye sockets.

Double pupil rotation.

The world seems to have become different at this moment, and the sect in front of her eyes no longer exists, and what appears in front of her is a somewhat strange scene.

In that scene.

Endless fog covered the sky and the sun, and the clouds were densely covered with rampant soldiers and ghost generals in full armor.

The tall figure in charge of the soul banner is full of vigor and vigor, like a ghost king sitting in the army.

At that time, Tu Shanjun was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but his combat power was not comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul.

If it weren't for her high talent, she would be far behind.

In the past, she only heard that her father was strong, but that was after all when she was a child. In fact, she had never seen Tu Shanjun Quansheng make a move, and even the number of times she made a move was very few, but this time she really saw his father's combat power.

But there is still one doubt.

Tu Shan Jinghong, who was on the battlefield, walked past the crowd, stood in front of Tu Shanjun, looked into Tu Shanjun's eyes, then passed through the illusory body and walked in front of Taiyi Zhenjun, frowned and said: "Why is it a bit strange, Is this the person who is in charge of the Honored Soul Banner?"

"His inheritance is also a bit strange. It is very powerful, but it is not a sect in the Eastern Desolation Realm."

Tu Shan Jinghong slightly shook his head.

The destination she was looking for was obviously not here.

However, this kind of retrospection has already put a heavy burden on Chongtong, and her eyes are sore even with her cultivation in the early stages of becoming a god.

A little sourness can be tolerated, Tu Shan Jinghong quietly watched the whole fight, until the ancestor of the Blood Fiend Sect died and entered the banner, and the real head of the sect confronted his father.

Chong Tong could see the picture, but could not hear the sound.

You can only observe the lip language.

Tu Shan Jinghong felt that his father would not spend so much talking, and it was probably something important, so he looked through it patiently.

His face became more and more dazed.

Until repeating one sentence.

Tu Shan suddenly looked at the tall figure holding the flag: "What?!"