I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 73
Tu Shanjun in the banner also looked intently.

The thing outside carried a strong evil spirit.

But it didn't look like a lonely ghost wandering away at will, that thing actually restrained itself very much.
clean.

Although the convergence is clean, the breath is mixed and not pure.

If it weren't for Tu Shanjun's sensitivity to evil spirits, he probably wouldn't have noticed it so quickly.

Wen Yue held his breath and stared at the door.

The whole body instantly quieted down.

Get up slowly.

Feeling the slight tremor of the soul banner in his arms, Wen Yue held the banner in his left hand, and touched the sword hanging by the bed with his right hand.

With the soul banner in hand, Wen Yue was no longer nervous.

The strength of the husband is much higher than that of him, even if he is invincible, he can still ask him to take action.

It's just to control the fluctuation of the fighting method, so as not to attract other priests in Liangdu.

It is best to end the fight in a short time.

What's more, with his current physique, even if he encounters sneakiness, he will not be afraid at all.

Wen Yue walked slowly to the door.

He could feel that there was only a door between him and what was outside the door.

But he didn't hear the thing's breathing at all, as if the door stood up from a thick piece of wood.

Logically speaking, during this time period, no one can enter his courtyard, because this is his practice time, and he has already ordered everyone to do so.

Even Chu Jiu moved to the ear room so as not to disturb his practice.

Things outside the door slowly approached, and through the moonlight outside the window, a distorted shadow was vaguely seen lying on the door.

"Who is standing?"

Wen Yue yelled, the long sword in his hand unsheathed brazenly, and stabbed straight.

The long sword instantly pierced through the thick paper pasted on the door.

It's just like cutting on fine steel, the tip of the sword directly shattered when it was blocked.

"not human."

Thoughts just flickered in Wen Yue's mind.

He swung his broken sword fiercely.

Slashing across, the door frame in front of him shattered immediately.

Things outside the door are disheveled.

The resentful eyes fixed on Wen Yue.

"people?"

Although the thing in front of me looks like a human being.

But Wen Yue's sword didn't stop, instead he cut it again.

With a whoosh, the person in front of him moved three inches away, dodging Wen Yue's sword.

"You are not in the Dirty Refining Realm, but you are an innate master?"

The hoarse voice didn't seem to be spoken, but it seemed to be squeezed out of the throat.

It sounded very harsh, with the faint roar of animals.

The thing with disheveled hair stared at Wen Yue, and the clothes on his body gradually bulged.

The skin exposed to the air was pale.

The blue-black things that look like blood vessels and veins are winding and climbing like earthworms.

The eyes were not like normal people either, the whites of the eyes were filled with black blood, dyeing the entire eyeballs black.

Grinning, like a ghost.

As soon as the words fell, Wen Yue held the broken sword to face each other.

Looking up and down, he searched calmly and said: "If there is any vengeance, report it."

"Hey!"

The person stretched out his hands, and it turned out to be a pair of hands that looked like white jade.

The black cuticle condensed on the fingers and extended to the nails, forming ghost hands.

"So what about the Xiantian Grandmaster, you don't think the Xiantian Grandmaster is my opponent, do you?"

Mr. Shen glanced at Wen Yue who was holding a sword.

Immediately, he began to look at his own hands, his eyes flashed with fire.

The thing he has raised for so long, even if it is an innate master, will die under the hands of these ghosts.

Wen Yue was not stupid enough to tell him that he was a Qi practitioner.

The spirit turtle's fetal breathing technique concealed his aura and mana fluctuations, so that the thing in front of him recognized him as an innate master in the secular world.

"Suffer to death!"

Mr. Shen smiled and rushed forward.

With a figure like a ghost, he came in front of Wen Yue in an instant.

"Om."

Feeling the vibration of the soul banner in his hand, Wen Yue also smiled, and quietly looked at Mr. Shen who rushed in front of him.

Mr. Shen's expression suddenly became puzzled. Could it be that this kid still has some trump cards?

Even when the two are so close, they can still smile calmly.

There was no sign of surprise at all.

It's not that he hasn't fought against the Xiantian Grandmaster before, and he also died under his ghost's hand.

Why is this person in front of him a little different.

No matter what, and no matter what Wen Yue's hole card is, since Wen Yue is only a congenital master, he is destined to die here.

"The cripple should lie on the bed and wait to die, you shouldn't stand up!"

The sound disappeared with the wind, and the ghost hand with black fingertips went straight to Wen Yue's heart.

"Boom."

He didn't know what was standing in front of him.

Mr. Shen looked up in astonishment.

No, it wasn't stopping him at all.

Instead, a big hand held his head.

It abruptly made his body hover in mid-air.

And the owner of the big hand was standing behind Wen Yue.

He is over seven feet tall.

Stern face.

With a solemn green face, his fangs are hidden deep.

The scarlet ghost eyes looked domineering under the frantic red hair.

The torn black robe could hardly conceal his burly and muscular body, and the knotted muscles were like a twisted dragon clinging to the bones.

The bluish-black skin is thick and gloomy.

Mr. Shen felt that he was trembling, but after looking deeper, it was not his body that was trembling.

It was something he raised that trembled after seeing this ghost.

"escape!"

This was the only thought that came to Mr. Shen's mind.

He must flee.

What caught my eye was Wen Yue who sneered.

The person in front of him is not a congenital master at all, but a practitioner.

Even the opponent's Taoism is so high that he can't see it at all.

Mr. Shen directly grasped the huge blue ghost hand holding his head with both hands, trying to break free.

But how could Tu Shanjun give him this chance.

Lifted him abruptly.

Clenched right fist.

Bang a punch.

It hit Mr. Shen's face heavily.

He will have time to resist with both hands.

With just one punch, his flesh and blood were smashed, and his arms drooped by his side as if they were broken.

When the nose was blue and the face was swollen, blood flowed horizontally.

Mr. Shen couldn't help but despair, his swollen eyelids oppressed his eyes, so he could only see the attacking ghost through the gap.

It's too powerful.

There is no chance of fighting back at all.

Feeling ruthless in his heart, he bit the tip of his tongue and swallowed his mouth full of blood.

With the replenishment of scarlet blood, Mr. Shen's arm quickly recovered, and even the injuries on his body were healing quickly.

"what!"

Tu Shanjun let out a sigh, and focused his eyes on Mr. Shen's ghostly hand.

This time, Tu Shanjun didn't hit him hard.

Instead, he stretched out his hand to grab a pair of white jade-like palms, and tugged hard.

The two palms fell off immediately.

The original white jade-like palm suddenly withered, turning blue-black, wrinkled like old tree bark lacking moisture.

Two ghost hands landed quietly in Tu Shanjun's palm.

Mr. Shen's palms were intact, and the black blood vessels and veins on his body quickly faded away.

As expected, Mr. Tu Shan did not expect it.

The source of his power is these ghost hands.

Otherwise, this person's strength is at most only in the Dirty Refining Realm.

Tu Shanjun looked at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue shook his head slightly and said: "Sir, don't kill him yet, let me ask who is behind the scenes."

Tu Shanjun let go of his hand, and Mr. Shen fell to the ground like mud.

But he didn't dare to stay longer, and said while getting up, "I will say."

"It's Eunuch Zheng Zhong of the Nei Zhengsi who asked me to kill you."

"It's him."

Wen Yue wasn't surprised, just a little surprised, he didn't expect Zheng Zhong to find such a strange person.

Although it seems to be heretic, but it is more than enough to deal with the innate master.

Seeing that Wen Yue's expression remained unchanged, Mr. Shen hurriedly promoted himself.

"I am useful. I can help you kill people and do dirty work. Even the innate master is no match for me."

"I'm useful."

Wen Yue thought for a while, he really needs manpower.
But this person's origin is unknown, and there is no means of check and balance.

If you don't return the Ghost Hand to him, his strength will be at the Dirty Refining Realm at best.

But after returning the ghost hand, what should he do if he runs away?
Moreover, this person also learned of Wen Yue's identity as a qi trainer, and even saw the gentleman in the soul banner.

Wen Yue shook his head imperceptibly at Tu Shanjun.

Mr. Shen was about to give it a go.

The falling ghost hand smashed his head.

Tu Shanjun pulled out the living soul of this person and threw it into the soul banner.

Even if Wen Yue wanted to save this person, Tu Shanjun would kill him.

It's dangerous to keep around people who don't know their roots.

Moreover, the strength of this person comes from the ghost hand. After Tu Shanjun extracts the skill seeds and understands the usage of the ghost hand, he will definitely be able to cultivate a master of the same level.

The soul banner shakes, mana erodes.

Mr. Shen's body was rotten, and the evil spirit of blood was absorbed immediately.

The dry bones turned into powder and spread out on the ground.

(End of this chapter)