I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 155 Sadness and Joy
Once you enter the ruins of the Blood Spirit Hall.

The smell of decay is wrapped in dust and blows towards the face.

Looking around, the originally gray underground space was already riddled with holes, and the collapse of the Blood Spirit Hall also caused the entire ruins to sink.

Perhaps within ten years, the ruins will be completely filled by Nanyue Mountain.

Ding Xie took out the token, put his mana on the token, and several lines of distorted small characters with pale light suddenly appeared.

The blood pool surged, and a remnant body emerged to face Ding Xie.

The blood demon's red eyes were full of shock, he didn't expect that the person who came was only in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

However, he felt great pressure from the person in front of him, which was a danger that permeated his soul from the outside to the inside.

The Gorefiend's sanity is disabled, and sometimes his demon nature will overwhelm his intelligence, but this doesn't mean he can't feel the crisis.

"Who are you?"

"Wanfazong, law enforcement disciple, Ding Xie."

Ding Xie watched the Gorefiend quietly, sighing unavoidably, with regret flashing in his eyes.

"Wanfa sect?"

The Gorefiend widened his eyes and murmured.

As if unconsciously, she stretched out her mutilated palm and touched her cheek. It was moist, but not bloody: "Is it water?"

"Where is Wanfazong?"

The Gorefiend was furious, and he was restless.

He didn't know what restlessness was, he just felt uncomfortable, just hearing this name made him feel very uncomfortable.

While roaring, blood shadows flickered on his body, and the originally clear red eyes were covered with a layer of haze.

Obsessed.

In fact, the Gorefiend has long been possessed by demons, but sometimes his mind can gain the upper hand.

It's a pity that because of the long time, he has already forgotten everything.

"The blood demon has grown."

A pool of turbulent blood poured into his body, and a bloody phantom several feet high appeared in front of Ding Xie.

With the lifting of the bloody palm, the four walls of blood rose rapidly, enveloping Ding Xie in the central area.

The enormous power made Ding Xie wear his robes and his face remained unchanged, facing the overwhelming blood demon.

"Spell breaking cone."

Turn your wrist and pinch out the seal.

The magic-breaking awl that uses mana to condense appeared in Ding Xie's palm.

The awl shot out.

In an instant, it pierced through the head of the giant Gorefiend.

Cracks appeared in the huge body, and the blood pool around it collapsed and fell.

The remnant body of the Gorefiend was completely revealed, his eyes were clear, and he shouted excitedly: "Wan Fazong?"

"Wanfazong!"

Mr. Tu Shan in the banner was paying attention to the situation of the battle. Seeing that the blood demon was defeated, he immediately sent a secret voice transmission: "Take him into the banner?"

Ding Xie shook his head: "Forget it, senior brother still has a bit of immortality, it's better to let him reincarnate than enter the soul banner."

He could see clearly that if he entered the soul banner, he would not be able to rescue it at all. If he put his brother's Yin God in it, it would at most improve the strength of the soul banner.

But he didn't want to do that.

Maybe one day he will have an accident when he is on a mission.

He wanted more latecomers to help him restrain his body, rather than refine it into a magic weapon.

And if he really turned his senior brother into an evil ghost, how would he explain to the elders of the sect when he returned to the sect?
Seeing the death of the senior brother, it is inevitable to feel emotional.

He thought that one day he would deal with the former sect disciples.

It's just that after doing this, the taste is really hard to describe.

Fortunately, Ding Xie was free and easy by nature, so he didn't continue to struggle.

Tu Shanjun didn't ask Ding Xie any more, nor did he force all the powerful Yin gods to be in his pocket.

If possible, he hopes more than Ding Xie to let go of the Yin Gods of Wen Yue and others in the soul banner and let them reincarnate.

Instead of following yourself to face the unknown future.

The road ahead is long, and Tu Shanjun has no idea, and he doesn't know whether every step is life or death.

Sometimes even Mr. Tu Shan felt that it was fine if he died, and he would die happily.

But he can't die.

From this point of view, Hou Boxu was right in not entering the banner.

The soul can be reincarnated, but entering the soul is a kind of restriction.

The soul banner is like a cage, which traps all the people who are intertwined in the net like him.

The Blood Demon Yin God disappeared, and a coffin emerged from the bottom of the pool of blood.

Ding Xie opened the coffin in front of him.

The corpse was handsome, and it was kept alive by the blood pool.

On his body is the robe of the law enforcement disciple of Wanfazong, the token is hung on the waist, and the Nawu Talisman is pasted on the token.

Ding Xie used mana to wake up the token, and several lines of small characters suddenly appeared.

After verifying the body, cover the coffin and store it in the storage talisman.

"Brother Hu, you've worked hard."

"Junior brother will take you back to the sect."

Seeing Ding Xie doing everything solemnly, Tu Shanjun didn't have much reaction, he just felt that it was cumbersome.

Tu Shanjun just watched with cold eyes.

He is too lazy to take care of things that have nothing to do with him.

Even saying a few more words feels like a waste of my time.

Emotionally, it is difficult for individual human beings to share joys and sorrows.

If it was Wen Yue and Tu Shanjun who defeated the blood demon now, they would not care about the identity of the blood demon.

Regardless of whether he is a disciple of the sect, or even what background he has, let's take in the soul banner to improve his strength first.

It's different when it comes to Ding Xie.

He will conscientiously restrain the corpse, and will not let the Yin God enter the banner.

I will also feel sad because of what happened to my senior brother.

Tu Shanjun looked at everything in front of him calmly, after all, it has nothing to do with me.

I will only care about and think seriously about things related to me, and I will be happy, angry, sad and happy about it.

For things that have nothing to do with me, I can at most sigh: "How difficult the world is"

Or spit two mouthfuls of spit and spit, then step on two feet, turn around and forget about it, maybe you will never think about it again in your life.

Who in this world is really easy?
'But what to do with me? '

The suffering of others was not caused by him, Mr. Tu Shan.

Is it easy for him?

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, and he was cultivated into the main soul of the magic weapon by the demon just after time travel.

Who can tell the sorrow?
Enduring humiliation and living under the hands of Moxiu, for Tu Shanjun, every day under the hands of the enemy is a painful torment.

It was an unspeakable hatred.

Finally killing Moxiu, I thought the future was bright.

Who would have thought that the good brothers who had known each other for two years and fought side by side would die in battle.

The only disciple who respected his teacher and respected him completely from the bottom of his heart died when he broke through the Foundation Establishment.

he!
A systematic traverser.

Foundation strength.

The Great Cultivator, who was regarded as the most powerful fighter in Xiaoling State, couldn't even block a snowflake for his apprentice.

"Haha...hahaha."

Tu Shanjun couldn't help laughing, and cried while laughing.

"How fucking ridiculous!"

……

Ding Xie gathered up the body of Zongmen senior brother, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something left in the blood pool.

The ten thousand dharma seal was drawn out, and a broken illusory Yinshen was actually fished out of it.

"This is?" Ding Xie looked surprised. He didn't expect that there was a Yin God sleeping in it, and it looked like it should have been in recent years.

Yinshen's whole body was shrouded in reddish light, and had not yet been eroded by the pool of blood.

"Brother, do you know who this is?" Ding Xie couldn't find anyone else, so he could only ask Tu Shanjun for help.

The soul banner just wrote a few words: "The Yin God of the head of the Five Spirits Sect."

Mr. Tu Shan thought that Lu Guang blew up the spiritual object and Yinshen that day, but he didn't expect that the spiritual object exploded and returned, and the remaining things turned out to be quite miraculous, helping Lu Guang protect the wounded Yinshen.

After so many years, the Yin God has not been eroded by the blood pool.

"Five Spirit Sect."

Ding Xie didn't care about Tu Shanjun's attitude, any good friend would feel sad when he died, and he couldn't force people to speak nicely.

"Exactly, let's go to the Five Spirits Sect."

Since he is the Yin God who is the head of the Five Spirits Sect, it is better to return it to others when he goes to the Five Spirits Sect than to be trapped in the blood pool all the time.

Before leaving, Ding Xie unfolded the soul banner.

Zhang Xu's soul banner appeared above the blood pool and swung around, and a huge blood evil spirit suddenly poured into the soul banner.

The blood pool dries up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short time, the entire blood pool completely bottomed out, leaving only a large piece of blood-colored dry powder.

The aura of the soul flag has increased, but there is no advanced magic weapon.

The blood baleful energy in the blood pool is not enough.

Tu Shanjun already knew about this.

That day at Nanyue Mountain, he had already absorbed most of the evil spirit of blood in the blood pool, and only then did he raise the grade of the soul banner to the top-grade magic weapon.

How could it be so simple to be promoted to a magic weapon.

The monks in the late stage of foundation establishment can afford the best magic weapon, and none of the ten foundation establishment monks has a magic weapon.

The level of magic weapon is generally only a golden core monk can afford to use it.

Ding Xie's eyes widened as he felt the breath of the soul streamer grow stronger.

Although the evil ghost of the soul banner said that he could advance, but he was so shocked by seeing it with his own eyes, maybe he would be able to have a magic weapon in a short time.

Ding Xie slapped his forehead, the relationship was too stiff, he didn't even know the name of the main soul.

There was no other way, at that time he didn't know that Soul Banner was such a treasure.

Moreover, the main soul of ordinary soul banners is not considered high in spiritual intelligence. Unlike this soul banner, the main soul is no different from ordinary people.

There was also a flying sword under the pool of blood, which Ding Xie picked up easily.

Tu Shanjun asked: "What do you plan to do with the magic weapon?"

Tu Shanjun doesn't know how other people's Nawu Talismans are. Wen Yue's Nawu Talismans contain a lot of magic tools, and they are not as poor as Ding Xie said.

Not to mention other low-level magical artifacts, just one top-grade magical artifact, the Blood Spirit Orb, is worth all the wealth of the previous foundation-building cultivator.

"To tell you the truth, brother, I did take everything, but if I don't take it, their family will not be able to keep it."

"Wen Yue's wife has just entered the Tao, and the child has a good spiritual root and has not yet entered the Tao."

"Without even a stronger monk, how can we keep these magical artifacts."

"I'm going to the Five Spirits Sect to send the Yin God back to the head of the sect. With such a big favor, I will protect Wen Yue's child. Plus I have my back to the Wanfa Sect, so there must be no problem."

"At that time, I will find another opportunity to give them the Nawu Talisman."

"Brother, don't worry."

Hearing Ding Xie's words, Tu Shanjun didn't say much. He also thought of this matter at the time, so he didn't bring it up on the spot.

There are too many treasures, it is indeed easy to be missed.

And what should be prepared has already been prepared.

Wen Yue kept a large part of Lingshi, Yinhun Pill, and the most important Foundation Establishment Pill.

These resources are all in Song Ran's hands. As long as you use them sparingly, when Wen Peng reaches the Great Perfection of Qi Training, he will be able to release the Foundation Building Pill to help him build the foundation.

If the magic weapon is not left, it will not be left.

With the strength of the foundation building period and the three spiritual roots, he can always obtain powerful magic weapons with his own strength.

Tu Shanjun didn't like these magic weapons in his hand.

The blood spirit orb can still pass through the eyes, in fact, that's it.

The others are even less eye-catching, and it doesn't matter whether they stay or not.

After this incident, Tu Shanjun's impression of Ding Xie has changed somewhat.

The conflicts between them belong to conflicts, and the grievances belong to grievances.

Regardless of whether the other party is trying to please him or what, at least this person's nature is not bad.

Although I don't want to say anything, but Tu Shanjun is not a stingy person, he is actually more grievous than others: "I owe you a favor."

"See you, brother."

"We didn't know each other at that time, and now we are connected by fate, and we all have vows, I think we are all open-minded people."

"We're not doing anything fake."

"Get to know me again, my name is Ding Xie, a disciple of Wanfa Sect."

"Mr. Tu Shan."

"Okay, Brother Tu..."

"Tu Shan."

"Brother Tu Shan, brother Tu Shan."

Even so, Tu Shanjun didn't talk much with Ding Xie.

On the contrary, Ding Xie chattered endlessly, flying all the way, without stopping at all.

I really don't know whether he escapes by magic power or by mouth.

He took out a blank map, injected it with mana, and there were dots of light shining on it: "How do you people in Xiaolingzhou get their names, and why do they all carry the word "spirit?"

(End of this chapter)