I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 132
The elongated banner forms a vortex, devouring the evil spirit around it.

The originally strong evil spirit was visibly thinning with the naked eye. Although it was thinning, the opening of the formation still contained a huge evil spirit.

The total amount of evil spirits is not rare.

Put out the runestones, and then use the spirit stones to inherit the mana, support the magic circle to cover Wen Yue's body, and isolate the surrounding evil spirits.

Wen Yue's current body can't bear the erosion of the evil spirit, he has already been hit by the evil spirit once to the foundation, if it happens again, he will probably stay here forever.

So now he had to protect himself, no matter how many spirit stones he consumed.

With a small magic circle to resist evil spirits, and spirit stones to help supply mana, it doesn't matter if the magic circle lasts for a day.

One quarter of an hour.

Tongguan in the distance.

Although the bloody evil spirit still piled up in front of the city wall, it didn't make any progress.

"The blood mist is no longer moving forward, did the immortal master save us?"

"We are saved."

"Long live the fairy master."

"Master Immortal...

The people in the city hurriedly bowed and shouted.

They thought it was the immortal master who blocked the natural disaster and saved them from disaster.

Iron Head, who led the soldiers and horses to maintain order in the city, couldn't help but look at the sky, where there were two figures and several rays of light flying upwards.

However, he didn't say much, and turned his head to continue maintaining order in the city.

In the quarter of an hour just now, many thugs have been killed. They themselves are not law-abiding people, and they are even more unscrupulous taking advantage of the chaos in the city.

There is only one order from above, whoever commits crimes, rapes and looters will be killed without mercy.

A strong army requires strict discipline, and Annan Bo's training is like this.

Under the city and above the city, there are completely two appearances.

Thick blood mist was in front of his eyes.

Zhang Zhichen looked surprised, stretched out his hand to touch it, and the blood mist in front of him did stop.

Not to mention Zhang Zhichen, even Xu Qing looked at everything in front of him in astonishment.

"You stopped the evil spirit?"

The rest of the casual cultivators had also flown up, they were more surprised than Zhang Zhichen and Xu Qing.

Just now they saw that the evil spirit was about to rush into the city, but it stopped in the blink of an eye.

When will two mid-qi training monks be able to stop this huge disaster?

This has to make people feel curious.

An Nanbo, who was evacuating the crowd on the other side, also saw the blood-colored mist that had stopped in the sky. He also thought that the immortal master of the worship building blocked the evil spirit, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no fog pouring into the city, and the originally irritable mood calmed down a little.

With the degree of overflowing evil spirit, not to mention weak people can't carry it, even strong people can't carry evil spirit into the body.

Zhang Zhichen shook his head, he didn't do it.

He is powerless in the face of the huge wave of evil spirit.

"It's not us. As soon as we came up, the evil spirit stagnated." The beautiful woman in the palace skirt said immediately.

Lu Laodao couldn't help but look into the evil spirit: "Then why?"

Because of the thick fog, they couldn't see clearly what was inside, and they didn't know what happened inside.

Everyone is not a fool, if there is any great horror inside, wouldn't they die if they go in?

And now that they haven't seen any monks from the Zongmen appear, they don't dare to enter the fog of blood evil to find opportunities. This strong evil spirit can easily affect people.

Although the blood mist stopped in front of the city wall, fortunately it would not move forward.

There's been a huge hurdle in relocating people, nobody wants to leave their homeland, they own land here.If they leave Tongguan, they will become refugees and refugees, and they need to rely on the imperial court to survive.

The court is very reliable when paying taxes, but not so reliable when it comes to disaster relief.

They have long known what happens to refugees and refugees.

Therefore, the people of Tongguan would rather stay behind closed doors than leave Tongguan.

An Nanbo also knew that there was no way to persuade the people. He did not want to use force to drive them away. Many soldiers in the army were natives of Tongguan. If they mutinied, it would cause irreversible consequences.

We can only hope that the immortal master can resist this bloody mist.

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, the army will not be used to relocate the people.

"It would be nice if the son-in-law was here."

An Nanbo couldn't help murmuring softly, now he was extremely nervous, he didn't know when the blood mist in front of Tongguan City would fall down.

The immortal master who came to inform the news just now left quickly, and now there is no way to find someone to ask.

Half an hour passed.

There is no change, and now everyone is not too worried.

two hours.

Until the light from the sky came into view, Wen Yue had already endured for a full day.

The magic circle has wiped out all the spirit stones, and the runestones are dim, requiring mana to re-sacrifice.

Without the magic circle, Wen Yue's pressure doubled.

He put out the spirit stone to support his mana.

In order to supply mana to the soul streamer, even the defensive mask around his body was reduced by [-]%.

There is only a shallow mana barrier left, blocking the scouring of the surrounding evil spirits.

He was already in the center of the vortex, how could Wen Yue not be affected.

The originally rosy face had turned pale, and even the shiny white hair had shriveled again.

In order not to burden Wen Yue, Tu Shanjun had already returned to the Soul Banner. What he was consuming outside was Wen Yue's mana, and now Wen Yue's own mana might not be enough in this situation.

The soul banner is sealed with blood red, and the surface turns into pure black.

The evil spirit on the banner is drawn with blue, red and gold silk threads, which is completely the current image of Tu Shanjun. You can vaguely see the drawings of other evil ghosts emerging on the banner. The whole soul banner is designed with Tu Shanjun as the main body. Nocturnal figure.

The main shaft of the soul banner is no longer bitterly cold, but as cold as warm jade. After holding it, it is like holding a piece of jade tightly.

The main pole is pitch black and no impurities can be seen. The mottledness of the past has disappeared, and only the current one is left.

"It's done!"

Tu Shanjun knew that the soul banner had advanced.

【Advanced level of Ghost Face and God Banner】

[Current Grade: Ultimate Magical Artifact]

[Acquired Skill: Rebirth of the Ghost King]

[Soul Gathering Pill is strengthened]

Not only has the soul banner advanced, even if he mainly relies on the ghost to improve his strength, and the improvement of the main soul by the evil spirit is relatively small, he still broke through the level of the tenth level of Qi training and reached the eleventh level of Qi training, and the six hundred evil spirits in the banner All improved slightly.

Those former villagers, soldiers, and fragile living souls also entered the ranks under the promotion of the soul banner.

'The [-]th level of Qi training is Dzogchen, so you should have the ability to protect yourself. 'Tu Shanjun said to himself.

The Big Head Ghost King was able to occupy the top of the mountain with the eleventh level of Qi training without offending the two sects, so can he also have these at the eleventh level of Qi training now?

I didn't think much about it, as long as the power was actually in my hands, it was enough.

Open the scarlet attribute panel to check the skills obtained when the soul streamer is upgraded to the ultimate magic weapon.

[Rebirth of the Ghost King: The evil spirit of the soul flag strengthens the body of the main soul, and integrates the power of all the ghosts and ghosts of the soul flag in a short period of time (the reincarnation time is based on the mana of the banner master). 】

"Explosive skills."

Tu Shanjun commented in this way, he didn't try it and he didn't know how much strength he could increase, and he couldn't imagine it.

Furthermore, the strengthened soul-gathering pill has changed from one at twelve o'clock to one at six o'clock, and the efficiency has doubled.

Wen Yue leaned in front of the soul banner, his face was pale, his body was still somewhat affected by the evil spirit.

And now that the mana is exhausted, even if you eat the Yinhun pill and hold the spirit stone, it will take a certain amount of time to recover.

The blood-colored mist around it is nothing more than a residue, it will be broken at the touch of a touch, and it has no value.

The cultivators in the Shrine Building watched helplessly as the blood mist in front of them faded. How could they not know that the central area had undergone tremendous changes at this moment.

Zhang Zhichen also noticed that the blood mist in front of him was a bit strange, as if it was a superficial appearance, and it no longer possessed the original characteristics at all.

Reach out and touch.

The blood-colored mist shattered like thin ice that had just been frozen in winter, and bits of starlight disappeared into the air, and had completely disappeared when they fell to the ground.

Seeing such a change, Lu Laodao flicked his flying sword and went straight to the hinterland of Nanyue Mountain.

The rest of the monks followed closely behind. They didn't dare to enter because they were afraid of something terrifying hidden in the thick blood demon. If they fought and were eroded by the blood demon again, it would be troublesome.

But now the huge blood fiend is shattered directly, why is this not surprising, such a vision can only prove that a treasure was born.

Before Yuanlingzong and Wulingzong could react, go and have a look. If you get the chance, you might have a chance to go to the next level.

"Shall we go too?" Xu Qing looked at Zhang Zichen and asked.

Zhang Zichen nodded, and the two immediately set up Dunguang and followed closely behind.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the seven people had already appeared in the hinterland of Nanyue Mountain, and the blood mist at the eye of the formation was still spitting out continuously.

A huge soul banner fluttered in front of everyone, with a picture of ghosts walking at night drawn on the huge banner, and ferocious ghosts crawled out as if they were opening their teeth and claws.

Under the soul flag, a white-haired young man sat cross-legged.

His face was pale and his lips were blue.

His eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was very weak.

The vibration of the soul flag reminded Wen Yue.

In order to completely restrain the evil spirit and prevent the evil spirit from invading the big city of Tongguan, Wen Yue spared no effort in mobilizing the soul banner.

Wen Yue knew that someone was coming, but now his body was heavy and he needed time to recover mana and physical strength, not much, only two achievements were enough.

Wen Yue shrunk his consciousness, and didn't see how many people came, but felt that there were quite a few. Fortunately, none of them were particularly strong.

"Friend Daoist Wen?"

Lu Laodao looked surprised, he didn't expect to see Wen Yue here.

Cultivator Yuangun squinted his eyes, no matter what Wen Yue's state was, the soul banner behind him was very miraculous, it must be a treasure.

"Is it a high-grade magic weapon?"

"Wen Daoyou seems to have been infiltrated by evil spirits." Xu Qing saw that Wen Yue's state was not right.

The young monk on the third level of Qi training stared at the soul banner behind Wen Yue with burning eyes, and even his breathing became a little short: "Look at that magic weapon!"

This sound woke up many people.

Whether it was pretending not to look at it, or avoiding this topic intentionally or unintentionally, all casual cultivators turned their eyes away.

The main pole of the soul banner, about ten feet long, exudes a faint light as a whole, and the banner hovers like a long dragon forming a vortex to suppress the evil spirit.

If everyone's expectations are correct, maybe it's the soul flag that caused the bloody mist to have problems.

Lu Laodao glanced at the crowd, thinking in his mind that the soul banner in front of him must be an extraordinary magic weapon, at least a top-grade magic weapon.

"Amitabha."

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Wen, are you still alive?" the young man shouted.

There was no response for several consecutive calls, but they did not dare to rush forward.

After all, Wen Yue is a monk at the sixth level of Qi training, whoever strikes first will be the first to be attacked by Wen Yue.

Either don't shoot at all, or everyone shoots together.

"Amitabha, the soul banner is an unknown artifact. The poor monk thinks that the evil spirit entered the body of Wen Daoyou is the reason for the soul banner. I wait for the poor monk to rescue him." Laitou monk took the lead in launching the attack, pouring mana, and rushed directly to Wen Yue.

Xu Qing stood in front of Monk Laitou, her colorful sleeves turned into long silk, and snorted coldly: "Monk, can't you see that Fellow Daoist Wen and the magic weapon behind him are connected with each other?"

The taciturn Zhang Zichen also stood in front of Wen Yue, setting up his posture.

Brother Yuangun didn't come forward either, and waved his flag and shouted: "Okay, so you two have already hooked up, do you want to monopolize the treasures of Fellow Daoist Wen?"

Wen Yue was ready to violently squeeze his mana to kill, but when he saw that they had a disagreement, he sank down again.

It is better not to consume the basic source or not to consume the source.

With the spirit stone in his hand, and having taken another Yinhun pill just now, his mana will soon recover.

(End of this chapter)