I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 982 Gods

early morning.

Shou He brought Bian Tou and Xiao Huzi to the house where the case was reported. As soon as they reached the alley, they heard a fierce quarrel coming from inside.

It was like two groups of people were fighting each other.

However, there was no sight of any flying sword being summoned or bloody aura floating in the sky.

Probably he hasn't started yet.

"right here?"

"Marshal, this is it." Xiao Huzi confirmed the alley and the house.

In the courtyard.

The monk in green robes had his eyes wide open and was stroking the jade belt around his waist.

His flying sword was hidden inside.

As long as the divine thought activates the magic power, the flying sword will fly out immediately and heads will fall to the ground millions of miles away.

As someone who has reached the second stage of great success, how could I be subjected to such humiliation?

"Xu Lang, is your Yunshan City worthy enough to compete with my Taoist Thirty-Three Heavens?"

The blue-robed monk sneered, his eyes full of anger and contempt.

The cultivator called Xu Lang snorted, "When will Pixia Temple be able to represent the Thirty-Three Heavens? If you are really the main lineage of the Taoist sect, I, Xu Lang, will retreat obediently. Unfortunately, you are not."

"Besides, our Yunshan City is not easy to mess with. Xiao Xitian's senior brother has already entered the forbidden area."

The host was a big landlord, but he had no idea what the two sides were talking about. He could only smoke his pipe and look quietly towards the door.

Just now he sent his housekeeper to the county government office to ask for help.

It would be best to ask the Marshal to come.

These people look like tough gangsters, and they might take action right away.

The green-robed monk laughed loudly: "Don't use Xiao Xitian to pressure me, my senior brother from the Taoist sect is in Wanning County!"

Xu Lang's eyes flashed with fear, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. He said, "No matter what kind of business it is, the one who bids the highest wins. This is also the case even if the matter is brought to the ancestor. Daoist friend, you think you can bend the principle by relying on numbers. I'm afraid it's too unrealistic."

Then he looked at the official and said, "It is a good deal to buy the official's ancestral bronze mirror for thirty-six divine blood coins."

"The annual salary of these warriors who serve your court is only two divine blood gold coins."

"Those so-called martial artists have no way to get a penny."

As he spoke, Xu Lang pointed at the dark-skinned man who walked in.

"Marshal Shou!"

The official was overjoyed when he recognized the man.

The green-robed cultivator curled his lips in disdain. Such a warrior could only be a hero in the Divine Forbidden Land. If he were outside, he would die if he had a single thought. Yet, he was regarded as a life-saving straw by this mortal.

And the most important thing is that these monks who set foot into the forbidden land of the gods will also be threatened by the other side.

Although Xu Lang's eyes were also indifferent, he had no objection to these.

The mortals do not represent mortals, but the Shangqing who controls this place.

As the main lineage of Taoism, Shangqing is more powerful than one could imagine. Not to mention that he is just a senior brother from Xiao Xitian, even if a senior brother from Xitian came, he would have to give him face.

Shou He frowned and approached the official.

He had dealt with this kind of conflict several times, but most of them did not give him face.

Some even threatened that one strike could kill him, and advised him not to get involved in such muddy water as soon as possible.

However, as the chief constable of Wanning County, he couldn't just ignore it. In the forbidden land of the gods, he had the power to restrain these villagers.

Shou He bowed and said, "Two immortals, please be patient."

"Buying and selling cannot be done without righteousness."

"Renyi?"

The blue-robed monk asked back, and said coldly: "To destroy someone's chance is like killing their parents. Let alone be righteous, it is right to take action at this moment."

"Daoyou, you can help."

Xu Lang touched the ring on his finger. It was a jade ring in the shape of a dragon with its eyes moving.

"I've heard about it before..."

"enough!"

Thunderclaps and thunder fell, and a young man in Taoist robes said, "Since it is a transaction, the one with the highest bid will win."

"Senior brother."

The blue-robed monk restrained his arrogance.

The person in front of me is a real Taoist senior brother.

The green-robed monk Zhou Jue opened his mouth. He was the first one to enter the door and was already negotiating the price with the host, but was interrupted by Xu Lang. Logically, he was indeed at a disadvantage, otherwise he would not be so angry.

These divine blood and money are all planned, and it would be unpleasant if they were disrupted by others.

Not to mention that he was only in the second step, he wouldn't have tolerated it even if he was in the first step.

However, for the sake of future plans, I had to give up the bronze mirror temporarily.

In the final analysis, he did not have enough divine blood and money.

"Oh." Zhou Jue sighed.

"Thank you, Brother Daomen."

Xu Lang smiled and bowed.

The young man in Taoist robes glanced at Xu Lang and said coldly: "That's the truth. Don't rely on money to bully others. If I see you again, I will take off your head and hang it at the gate of your Yunshan City. Then I will ask your city lord to see if Xitian really wants to uphold justice!"

"Don't dare."

"Walk."

The young man in Taoist robe left first, and Zhou Jue in green clothes looked back and hurriedly followed.

"Thank you for making the trip, Marshal." Xu Lang smiled and bowed, looking at Shou He.

"Master, your words are important."

"I think the Marshal has abundant blood and spiritual energy. If he enters our Yunshan City, he will be an outstanding cultivator." Xu Lang immediately thought of Shou He.

It's not that he really thinks Shou He has good talent, but he realizes Shou He's role in the local area. If he can have such a warrior come forward, he can solve many problems without bloodshed.

Shou He refused and said, "Master, you are too kind to me. I am really dull."

"I am busy with official duties, so please do as you please."

Shou He could see that this monk wanted to use him as a pawn, and he suddenly felt a bit of resentment and his tone became distant.

He took Xiaohuzi and Biantou away from Mr. Zhang's house.

"Why didn't you agree, Marshal? I heard that those outsiders were immortals who had descended to earth." Xiao Huzi's tone was full of regret.

Flathead said nothing.

"It's not right for us mortals to interfere in the affairs of immortals." Shou He replied, searching for the Soul-Respecting Banner in his sleeves.

This is also the reason why he dares to walk among the immortals. Moreover, Shou He thinks that since he is appreciated by the old immortal, why should he turn to him again?

The strength of the old immortal is obvious to all.

Little Tiger scratched his head in confusion.

Flathead smiled and said, "The Marshal would never look down upon that calculating immortal."

On that day, they all saw how the old man under the noble young master was defeated by the commander-in-chief, so naturally they did not respect him as much as they did when they first heard about the foreign immortal.

Listening to the laughter around him, Shou He couldn't laugh at all.

The Soul Honoring Banner that should have been safely stored has disappeared.

It was as if he had suddenly stepped on empty air and fell into an abyss.

Icy.

Tremble.

Trembling slightly.

Fortunately, before he could remain stunned for long, the blood in his body began to surge.

Shou He let out a long sigh and turned his gaze away with relief.

It is exactly the direction of Xishan.

"You go back to the county government office first. I have something to do." Shou He turned over, mounted the Linjiao horse, and galloped along the official road.

……

Tu Shanjun's eyes narrowed into two rays of light.

The dark red hair looked like a raging waterfall under the reflection of the morning sun behind him.

However, even if the morning light is bright, it can only stop here.

He is like a dividing line.

No matter light or darkness, none of them can be as dazzling as his aura, which becomes an embellishment around him.

Zhao Qingyi, who was surrounded by a crowd of people, stopped in the courtyard immediately. He clearly did not see the burst of divine light, but he seemed to feel an insurmountable chasm that completely separated the inside and the outside.

So he quickly raised his hand, signaling everyone not to go any further.

There was complete silence outside the palace.

Light and shadow are stagnant.

Inside the palace.

Only the beggar was left chewing the pork. Soon, only a skeleton was left. He still had no intention of stopping and put everything edible into his mouth.

After eating so much, my belly became a little bloated.

Then he grabbed the long gauze beside him and wiped his mouth with oil dripping from his mouth.

"I am full?"

An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice came from the mouth of the Ghost Saint guarding the door.

The beggar picked his teeth with his dirty fingernails and said disdainfully, "It's just to fill my stomach."

Turning around, he smiled and said, "You are so generous. This god is eating and drinking in the temple, and there are saints like you guarding the door to protect this god. You... can barely be a god."

"Let's go when you're full." Tu Shanjun said lightly.

"Walk?"

"I'm so hungry that I can't walk."

"What else do you want to eat?"

“Eat good food.”

The beggar turned around and spoke jokingly, stretching his neck as he spoke, as if he wanted to look past the hall in front of him and towards the courtyard behind it.

"For example, if you give me a peach from the peach tree you planted in the backyard, I will leave immediately."

Tu Shanjun's narrowed eyes slowly returned to their original size.

The black and red eyes rotate through life and death, evolving yin and yang at the end of the void.

His lips moved slightly, and his fangs bared.

The jade-like face immediately turned pale.

Like a real Netherworld ghost, he squeezed out a few words from between his fangs: "Do you want to die?"

The beggar was really frightened by the stagnant atmosphere for a while.

But he is also not someone to be trifled with.

He shook his body, and all the embarrassment on his body disappeared. His ragged clothes could not cover up his aura. His bright eyes looked like a god in the ninth heaven, overlooking the demon on the ground, his eyes were full of indifference and indifference.

"Do you know the honorific title of this god in the past?"

"How can a mere Qigong practitioner like you be a threat?"

Tu Shanjun looked indifferent and ignored the other party's threats.

He sneered and took a step forward.

The tall figure stood still, but another figure with green face, fangs, red hair and horns walked out from the tall body.

"The soul left the body?!"

The beggar was shocked.

In the forbidden land of the gods, cultivators dare not even use Taoism.

Once the three gods leave their bodies, they will be crushed by the great restrictions and the divine blood miasma.

However, once the soul leaves the body, it means that the opponent has decided to use his strongest attack. It is still unknown whether one of his three gods will be crushed or the beggar will die from the attack.

But the beggar was not afraid at all.

because,

  He is God!

"To deal with a remnant of your spirit, do I need to leave my body?"

The Red-haired Ghost Saint sneered.

The index finger and middle finger form a sword finger.

Point at a distance.

The Soul-Honored Banner suddenly fell into his hands.

The three-foot soul flag turned into a few feet long.

The pale ghost hand grasped the main pole and shook it gently. The dark blue flag that was as thick as an iron scroll suddenly turned into silk ripples, like waves in the sea and clouds in the blue sky, swaying in the wind.

The ghost saint holding the banner turned his wrist.

The beggar's eyes widened.

He stared at the Soul Honoring Banner and quickly spoke out to stop it, "Fellow Daoist, please wait!"