I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 988 Background

It was just dusk.

Mother Earth embraces the sky and welcomes the dusk.

The distant sky suddenly darkened.

Only a little bit of brilliance remains lingering at the junction of floating clouds and the mountain top.

Such a magnificent scenery cannot make people feel at ease.

The air was eerily quiet.

The young man in fancy clothes sitting on the wheelbarrow looked solemn, his body tense as if he was about to jump off the wheelbarrow.

He stared fixedly in one direction, not daring to move his gaze away at all, as if as soon as he moved away, a disaster that he could not even imagine would happen.

The swordsman wearing a conical hat held down a medium-sized box on his waist.

The sword energy was like the sky, tearing apart the haze above, but suddenly it stopped moving.

Because the man holding the sword did not move.

The brightness of the dry tobacco flickered for a moment, then burned again like a bright lamp.

There was no surprise in the gray-robed old man's eyes, as if he had anticipated the arrival of the black shadow.

He coughed twice and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to really get divine help."

"Old Cui, what do you mean by this?"

The swordsman held the sword case and asked in surprise and confusion.

There was even a flash of deep doubt in his eyes.

This is so abnormal.

Using escape techniques in the forbidden land of the gods will cause great harm to yourself.

The rejection of magic power made it impossible for them to fly out.

How come this person can come so quickly?

The most important thing is that they stood on the hill and used intelligence to deal with the saint, but the saint came directly to visit them.

  In this forbidden land where divine consciousness cannot be extended, how did the other party detect their location?

His first reaction was traitor.

Someone tipped off.

Perhaps the traitor is among the four of them.

Or maybe it was really as we guessed just now, they were just pawns like Long Qi, the people behind them had sold them out long ago, and they still foolishly came here.

If that were the case, the situation would be very bad for them.

Abandoned pawns never have a good ending.

That's why I asked.

Old man Cui, who was smoking a pipe, did not answer the swordsman's question but stared at the figure: "We have gained a lot from our exploration."

"What on earth does that mean?!" the swordsman was furious.

It seemed that in Old Man Cui's words, the four of them were chess pieces testing each other.

Even though he had expected this to happen, his dignity as a great master still made him angry when it was pointed out without any regard.

"Do you know why he was able to lock onto our location so quickly?"

Without waiting for the enraged swordsman to respond, Old Man Cui gave the answer: "The help of the Heavenly Lord who died in the forbidden land of the gods."

"We are like blind people to him who has opened his third eye."

Two rays of divine light emerged from a black and red figure made of burnt ashes.

Just like the cycle of yin and yang in the universe.

A breeze blew by, and the fluttering edges of his Taoist robe covered his tall body.

Wave your hand gently.

The accompanying mist gathered like a cloak, revealing a face that looked like it was forged from the ice peaks of distant mountains.

It looked even paler under its loose dark red hair.

Look slightly sideways.

Ghosts and gods look down on us.

"You know a lot."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind." Old Man Cui laughed dryly.

"Don't talk too much nonsense with him."

“In the forbidden land of the gods, let alone saints, even the great sages with unparalleled Taoism will be suppressed even more. This is equivalent to infinitely narrowing the gap between us and saints. It’s not that we don’t have the ability to fight.” The swordsman raised his guard, and under his bamboo hat were a pair of divine eyes that were as bright as mysterious light.

The young man sitting on the wheelbarrow glanced at the swordsman.

What the swordsman said makes a lot of sense.

However, even if they have lost all their cultivation.

The saint can beat them to death just by relying on his extraordinary physique.

If we rush in together, we will only increase our chances of winning by 10% or 20%.

Don't think that the forbidden land of God can protect the safety of the weak.

The strong stay strong.

Under the same state of suppression, a saint can even exert even more powerful strength at the cost of damaging his origin, even surpassing that in the outside world.

Therefore, if you can avoid taking action, it is best not to take action.

There is no benefit in angering the other party.

In fact, he didn't quite understand.

Ordinary saints would always test them first, but they would never come down directly to argue with them.

Compared with saints, they are like ants.

If you want to kill the saint, you have to pay a huge price.

It just so happened that he could afford such a price, but the question was, even if they could kill this great saint, would they definitely be favored by the Heavenly Emperor?

The young man thinks not.

If he were the Emperor of Heaven, he would not choose them even if he had so many good options.

The only way is to show talent that is enough to surpass these better options.

The Ghost Saint did not blame the swordsman for his rudeness. He did not think highly of his status as a senior, nor did he need others to worship him. He simply put aside his Taoist robe, looked at Old Man Cui who was smoking a pipe, and said calmly: "Let your master come here, and I will spare your life. If you utter even a word of objection, your body and soul will be shattered."

Tu Shanjun spoke calmly, but to everyone's ears it sounded filled with boundless solemnity.

The woman in palace dress glanced at the tall man who was speaking with her beautiful eyes, and for a moment she was undecided and looked away.

Don't think that all they say are big words.

When a great sage really came, they all became quails.

Even the most arrogant swordsman suggested that everyone join forces.

Old man Cui laughed and said, "Why should Saint force us? Even rabbits will bite when they are cornered. Moreover, if we start to alarm the Shangqing Patriarch in the city, even Saint will be in trouble. Why not ask Saint to show mercy and let us go? I promise that I will never come to Wanning County again."

"Ah!"

"So you are the ones who are afraid."

The swordsman sneered and said sarcastically: "I must be blind to cooperate with a bunch of rats like you."

Everyone's expressions froze.

The young man in fancy clothes let out a long breath: "The heroic feat of killing the saint will happen today!"

What a noun "sage" is.

It represents extraordinaryness. As long as they can kill a saint, no matter what method they use or where they go, they will become famous.

It is true that the younger generation of peers are ranked according to seniority, but real achievements can convince others more than some vague future and gain the favor of the family.

"Take action!"

The words have not yet fallen.

A pale ghost hand had been imprinted on his face.

The swordsman didn't even have time to control the thousands of flying swords in the box on his waist. He could only feel a cold touch.

cold.

It's so cold that it makes people want to shiver.

But he couldn't type.

The ghost hand grasped him tightly, as if it was grasping his soul.

puff.

The swordsman was stunned and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He saw his body standing upright on the ground, his hand fell on the sword box, and he could activate the flying sword at any time.

But this shouldn't be done.

Suddenly he realized that it was his soul that was pressed out of his body by the ghost hand.

The ghost hand passed through his body and tightly grasped his yang spirit.

"Instigate others."

"Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided!"

"I will reduce your cultivation by three levels to serve as a warning to others."

An ethereal and somewhat hoarse voice fell, and the swordsman's yang spirit completely disappeared.

When the swordsman came to his senses, he felt his soul was extremely heavy and tired, but his body was unusually adapted to the world, as if the suppression of the world on him was immeasurable.

Only then did he examine his own cultivation in horror.

This look.

Like falling into an ice cave.

He actually fell three levels lower.

The swordsman stumbled and fell to the ground, then suddenly let out a dry howl.

Crying miserably.

No one around laughed at him.

The young man in Chinese clothes completely understood what the woman in white clothes meant by "not simple".

I also understand why Old Man Cui said that the other party is only a step away from the top.

Killing can only be done with a nod of the head.

If the swordsman was killed easily he wouldn't be so shocked.

However, not only did the swordsman not die, his cultivation level was also reduced, to a specific level. This method was really too terrifying. If they were in the outside world, they would probably only hear the legends of this kind of cultivator.

"Saint-killer?"

The young man in Chinese clothes smiled bitterly.

It seems so ridiculous now.

If these four people join forces, they might really be able to kill an ordinary saint who is not so cautious in the forbidden land of God.

However, the one standing here is not an ordinary saint.

His name has spread to many places, but has not yet spread here.

Perhaps it was for this reason that everyone thought that this was just an ordinary saint with no real power.

People always have to pay the price for their ignorance.

"Saint, spare my life. I am a minor cultivator from the Xuanmen Xingxuan Holy Land."

The woman in palace dress bowed quickly and continued, "My master is the Great Saint Xingshu. I beg the Great Saint to spare me this time for my master's sake."

Tu Shanjun looked indifferent.

It’s not that he underestimated the Xingxuan Holy Land, but that he didn’t know about this force at all.

If he were in the Eastern Wilderness, he could still judge the other party's background, but most of these people came from the Middle-earth. He only knew the biographies of the Middle-earth and was not clear about the division of power among the various sects.

"What about you?"

Tu Shanjun shifted his gaze and looked at the young man.

The young man bowed and said, "I am from Taiyi Sect."

The divine light in Tushan Jun's eyes suddenly shone.

He said sternly, "Full name?!"

Qi Hua, the young man in Chinese clothes, felt a jolt in his heart.

The secret passage is broken.

When he heard the woman talking about Xingxuan Holy Land, he saw the saint's indifference, so he reported his origins openly. He didn't expect the saint to react so strongly and even asked him to report his full name.

Qi Hua was unsure whether it was an enemy or someone else, and hesitated for a moment.

Qi Hua wanted to slap himself twice.

He regretted it the moment he blurted it out.

Now that he had come to this point, he had to finish.

Qi Hua said in a deep voice: "Taiyi Donghuang Sect."

The Ghost Saint looked stunned.

A sense of loss flashed through my heart.

moment.

His expression finally returned to normal.

Tu Shanjun looked at the young man in fancy clothes and asked, "Taoism?"

"Yes."

"As a Taoist monk, your crime is even more serious."

Qi Hua opened his mouth to ask why.

Triple and quadruple are different.

He even thought that it would be better for the saint to revert him back to being a baby and start over.

"Tell me what you have to rely on."

Tu Shanjun ignored Qi Hua's thoughts and looked at Old Man Cui.

"I am his backer!"

not far away.

The middle-aged man who came from the hill slowly approached.

It seemed that he was very far away, but I didn't expect that person's steps were brisk yet slow.

It was as if the distance had been shortened to an inch and the mountains and rivers had been crossed.

Less than a few breaths after hearing the voice, the man had landed and stood still.

The divine light in his eyes was like a river bursting out from the sky, erupting with the horror of a raging waterfall.

late.