I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 7 Three Forms
Tu Shanjun left.

Leaving a lonely grave.

The pit was dug with that spirit sword, and it was very deep.

Wild dogs can't dig that deep.

People, after all, still have to go to the ground to rest in peace.

Both Zhao Shixian and Hou Boxu couldn't afford storage bags, so they could only use Nawu Talismans.

It only takes mana as thick as a hair to open the Nawu Talisman.

Among Zhao Shixian's Nawu Talismans, there are very few valuable ones.

Cheats of practice 'Blood Fiend Dafa'.

A talisman that looks a bit damaged, and three regular blue stones.

With the help of the knowledge of the cheat book, Tu Shanjun recognized it as a magical amulet, but he can use it twice at most.

That stone is the common currency 'Spirit Stone', low grade.

Half of the incomplete unknown animal skin recorded three moves.

It is the three-style Demon Ape Determination Fist.

The rest of the bottles and cans are relatively common things, a change of clothes, some dry food, steamed buns, drinking water, and broken silver.

There is also a rough map.

If this thing was found in ordinary people's homes, it would be a serious crime of beheading.

But for immortal cultivators, secular imperial power is not so powerful.

Tu Shanjun is now using this rough map to judge how he should go.

As for Hou Boxu's Nawu Talisman, Tu Shanjun did not open it, but swallowed it into his stomach and stored it.

The soul-respecting banner is not strong enough, there is no internal space, and the only thing that can store things is the main soul.

Fortunately, the main soul does not need to eat or drink.

There is no need to avoid the hairpin spirit sword, but it consumes a lot of mana.

The little bit of mana left wouldn't last long at all, so it was simply thrown into the storage talisman and locked.

In the dog days, the sun hangs high.

Tu Shanjun walked forward with a heavy load, feeling a dead body dragged on his back.

No sweat, only inexplicable fatigue.

Originally, Tu Shanjun wanted to walk in the middle of the night, but the mana stored in Bannu's body was slowly dissipating, and Tu Shanjun couldn't help but stop.

If it stops in the wilderness, it is unknown when it will encounter living people.

It's okay to say ten days and a half months, if no one picks up the soul banner for a year and a half, will he have to wait forever?

Tu Shanjun didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so he wanted to go to a crowded place anyway.

Tu Shanjun didn't know how long he had been walking, and the mana stored by Bannu had completely dried up.

The sight that caught his eye surprised Tu Shanjun, and he finally walked to the side of the road.

Not one of those country lanes, but a clean, dusty road.

It is also very convenient to tamp it with wooden piers to avoid weeds, except for muddy rainy days.

"Pfft."

The corpse fell heavily into the weeds by the roadside.

Tu Shanjun threw the scattered silver aside, and then pretended that Zhao Shixian was dying while grabbing the Zunhun banner.

At this time, the mana is only the thickness of the last hair.

In the end, he had no choice but to return to the soul banner and wait for the destined person.

On the official road, there are very few people who dare to walk under the scorching sun.

Tu Shanjun waited for a long time but there was no sign of anyone.

If it weren't for the fresh livestock manure on the road, he even thought that no one would take this official road.

"Boom."

The sound of the earthquake was like a large army of people rushing towards them.

After a while, I saw black armored cavalry escorting the carriage coming from the official road.

The black background banner is embroidered with the word "Zhang".

The evil spirit blowing towards his face made Tu Shanjun, who was hiding in the soul banner, suddenly refreshed.

He smelled a strong smell of blood. The black armored cavalry with less than a hundred men should have just returned from a bloody battle.

If he can enter the army, he will not lack the soul and evil spirit for promotion.

It's just that Tu Shanjun's wish is very good, but the reality is that the black armored cavalry escorted the carriage and drove past in a hurry, with no intention of stopping at all.

They walked in a hurry, all looking dignified and anxious.

Not to mention that no one noticed the corpse in the weeds by the roadside at all, even if they noticed, it was not a big deal to them.

They have more important things to do.

Tu Shanjun wanted to use the last sliver of mana to manifest, and the team of cavalry had already rushed a hundred meters in the time of thinking.

"It's a pity." Tu Shanjun sighed in a low voice.

Now that he had missed it all, he didn't think about it any more, and focused on the present.

"Could it be that the location of the silver is too hidden."

"Or is it that Zhao Shixian's body doesn't look like a worldly expert?"

The silver is scattered in the grass, it is really not obvious.

In addition, Zhao Shixian's body was seriously injured, he was short of energy and blood, and his face was ashamed after digging a hole and making a grave. Now it seems that he is no different from a beggar.

Tu Shanjun gritted his teeth and used the last bit of mana to throw the silver to a conspicuous place by the side of the road.

After a while, people will come, and you can definitely see the corpse along the silver.

I don't know the time in the banner.

Taking advantage of no one coming, Tu Shanjun learned the Demon Ape Determination Fist first.

In fact, there is not much space in the Zunhun Banner, just enough to squeeze hundreds of ghosts and ghosts, all of them look dull and have dull eyes.

Tushan Monarch's soul resides in the center, and his comprehension is extracted from the seeds of Zhao Shixian's exercises.

There are three forms of Determination Fist of Demon Ape.

The first type, the old ape hanging seal.

Shaped like a rickety ape, old-fashioned, this pose is intended to stand up and lay the foundation.

It is also the starting point of Demon Ape Determination Fist.

It took more than a dozen times to find the feeling before finding the best state, and the movements were completely completed according to the drawing of the animal skin.

After starting, Tu Shanjun felt that there were countless fleas on his body, jumping back and forth, making it itchy.

But you can't scratch it with your hands. If you scratch it, if you lose the momentum, you will lose your kung fu.

Until the whole movement is kept for a stick of incense.

Next is the second form, the devil ape worships the moon.

At this time, the ape was no longer old at all, just like a ferocious beast out of its cage.

The animal skin completely draws the muscle direction and blood flow of the demon ape worshiping the moon, and even the bones are clearly marked.

It's a pity that the killing move is a killing move, but it is of no use to a master soul like Tu Shanjun.

This move is intended to fully bring out the mania that has begun to endure.

In fact, many people are timid to make a move.

To practice ultimate moves, one must raise three points of evil spirit in the chest, this evil spirit makes people dare to make a move.

"Finally someone is here."

Tu Shanjun opened his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Young master, look what this is."

"It's silver. I don't know who threw it on the ground." The school boy in a square hat grabbed the silver and ran to the scholar as if offering flowers.

The scholar in green shirt holding an umbrella said with a smile: "I don't know who was careless, but let you pick it up."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the scholar's face turned pale, and he pointed at the grass beside the book boy.

"It's a person."

The book boy jumped up in fright, and only then did he realize that he was lying in the grass by the roadside.

"Hey who are you?"

"say something."

After yelling for a long while but no answer, I squatted down to check, and stretched out my hand to sniff.

"Young master, he is dead."

The scholar in green shirt also put away the sword on his waist at this time, and stepped forward to check Zhao Shixian's situation.

"Looking at his appearance, he doesn't look like a poor family."

"what."

The scholar finally noticed the Zunhun Banner tightly held in Zhao Shixian's hand.

Stretching out and pulling, the tightly clenched palms were released, and the Zunhun flag wrapped in the shape of a Lingqi was picked up by the green-clothed scholar.

The scholar in green shirt looked at it carefully: "It's not like an ordinary product, it's made of cold jade."

"But why can't you open the silk face?"

Tu Shanjun was also very helpless.

When ordinary people see the lifelike ghost face on the banner, they will definitely not dare to pick it up.

So he used his strength to gather up the entire streamer.

Only mana can open it again.

This green-shirted scholar has no magic power, nor is he a practitioner.

However, he still kept a hand, the blood evil Dafa can help people with spiritual roots to practice, as long as he has spiritual roots, he will have a chance.

Taking advantage of the time when the scholar picked up the Zunhun banner, the scholar had already stripped Zhao Shixian naked.

I searched even my underpants, for fear of missing a copper coin.

"Young master, there is still a book here."

What disappointed him was that apart from the broken silver that was less than five taels, there was only this book.

(End of this chapter)