I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 165 Struggling
Ding Xie seemed unaware of the calls from his uncles.

No mercy.

Wanfayin, Yujian.

"disease."

Jian Guang galloped.

The top-grade magic weapon, the flying sword, turned into a rainbow light when surrounded by it.

Even Ding Xie didn't stop, let alone Tu Shanjun.

Ding Xie's mana was then greatly drawn, and the crippled arm quickly grew out, and the aura that had been slightly falling was stabilized again.

He squeezed Xiao Wanli's neck, curled his right hand ghost claw into a magic seal, and quickly tapped on Xiao Wanli's major mana flow nodes, immediately cutting off Xiao Wanli's overall mana transmission.

"Spirit Demon Blood Killing Technique."

The blue-black arm stuck in Xiao Wanli's chest quickly withered, and the squeezed blood turned into thousands of threads and melted into Xiao Wanli's body.

The magic power drawn by the reincarnation of the ghost king is too great, so at the moment Xiao Wanli was subdued, Ding Xie had already released the reincarnation of the ghost king, causing all the evil ghosts to return to the soul banner.

At the same time, take a Yinhun pill to supplement the missing mana.

"Keng!"

The two flying swords galloping stopped Ding Xie's dharma sword.

In the blink of an eye, two uncles and one person of the same generation had appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Can't kill."

"Ding Xie, don't kill him."

The magic weapon flying sword was bounced back into his hand, Ding Xie looked at the family members solemnly.

Even though he has been away from home for 30 years, he still recognizes these few people, but he did not expect that the elder brother of the same generation in the past has also stepped into the foundation.

Tu Shanjun did not strangle Xiao Wanli directly, but looked sideways at Ding Xie.

The spell had already been buried, Xiao Wanli was also interrupted by him from the flow of mana around his body, even if he wanted to make a move, he couldn't break free from Tu Shanjun's ghost claws.

He also had a lot of things to ask Xiao Wanli of the Blood Fiend Sect.

Ding Xie's expression was cold: "A thief of the devil way, everyone can punish him, not to mention this thief who sneaked into the family to try to do something wrong."

The old man who used the flying sword to intercept Ding Xie's attack stood up.

Normal build, a little thin.

However, the cultivation base is still in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and it seems that there are already signs of advancement.

Her black hair was restrained by a hair crown, and the wrinkles on her face were small but large.

The old man hurriedly explained: "Ding Xie, things are not what you think."

"The sect represented by Fellow Daoist Xiao has business dealings with the family, you hit the wrong person."

"Besides, we knew that you and fellow daoist Xiao were fighting, so we rushed over immediately, and we also hope that you won't suffer any disadvantages."

Ding Xie bowed his hands slightly, this is also an old man of the family, it's his turn to say hello: "Seventh Uncle, don't talk too much about the scene."

What he said were all polite words without any nutrition, and he didn't want to know at all.

Judging from Xiao Wanli's initial conversation with him, it is obvious that there is a bigger hidden story, how could it be just a simple business relationship.

"Uncle, is there anything you want to explain to me?" Then he looked at the silent fifth uncle.

"Why don't you talk about it, brother, and listen to me, brother."

The uncle's generation didn't speak, so Ding Xie turned his gaze to the big brother of the Dun generation, and his originally plain expression became a little colder.

Seeing this from Ding Xie, Ding Dunsheng, who was standing beside his uncle, immediately put on a straight face.

"Nonsense, the family business is extensive and involves a lot of people. You are a disciple of Wanfa Sect. Can't you see that there is no clear black and white in this world."

Pursing his lips and nodding, Ding Xie finally understood.

These people in the family didn't cry until they saw the coffin, and they didn't intend to tell him the truth of the matter at all.

He was isolated by the three foundation-building monks, and he couldn't get past Xiao Wanli, so he could only wave his hands.

Tu Shanjun immediately understood what Ding Xie meant, lifted Xiao Wanli up, stretched out his ghost hand and punched his dantian.

"puff!"

Xiao Wanli was like a fish landing on the shore, breathing heavily for air, his eyeballs bulging to stare.

The blood he coughed up wet his clothes.

The originally handsome face also distorted.

It's just that he still stared at Tu Shanjun with eyes full of doubt and surprise.

The cultivation of respected soul banners is a long-term job. Even if the Blood Fiend Sect has a stretch of Yinshan, it is extremely difficult to obtain high-level ghosts and ghosts.

Even if you kill the foundation-building monks of the same rank, the evil ghosts you get are only Yin gods, and the overall strength is lower than that of the monks of the same rank.

Why is this thing so powerful.

After he was approached, all his magic power was pushed back to his dantian, and he couldn't use it at all.

'No, why didn't the main soul in the late stage of foundation establishment turn against the banner master? '

'It was the late stage of foundation establishment just now, why is the breath now in the middle stage of foundation establishment? '

The more I think about it, the messier my thoughts become, and more problems arise.

Xiao Wanli felt that as a genuine disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect, he couldn't catch up with the Wanfa Sect's understanding of soul banners.

It was as if the soul flag in his hand was fake.

Tu Shanjun's height of more than seven feet already has a strong sense of oppression, and the pair of scarlet ghost eyes on his solemn face show it vividly.

"I just taught him a lesson with this punch, and with the next punch, I will destroy his dantian." Ding Xie narrated calmly.

"Since my uncle doesn't speak, you can think about it and know something."

On this side, Tu Shanjun raised his fist again.

The evil ghost aura in the foundation building period is indeed very strong, with such a powerful helper, the monks of the Ding family did not dare to act rashly.

That is to say, only Ding Wanchun is in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and the other two are in the early stage of foundation establishment.

Ding Xie is also a disciple of Wanfazong, who is good at fighting.

Even if the three of them shot together, they might not be able to take down Ding Xie in an instant.

If Ding Xie couldn't be taken down, Xiao Wanli, who was held by the evil spirit, would die on the spot.

Under the threat of rats, none of them did anything.

Xiao Wanli spat out a mouthful of blood, and forced a smile: "Hey...hey."

"Sooner or later, you will have a showdown with him, so why do you bother to hide it?"

"The lifespan of Master Yuyan in Yangcheng is not long. Of course, my Blood Fiend Sect wants a piece of the pie, so I was sent to contact the families and sects around Yangcheng on behalf of the sect."

"Beiluogu Ding's family, you are not willing to live in Beiluogu forever."

Xiao Wanli looked relaxed, and even put the soul flag in his hand aside.

Once Reverend Yuyan dies, Yangcheng will definitely be in chaos, and this big piece of fat will attract many, many monks who are staring at him.

The major sects will not give up.

As the largest demon sect in the small wasteland, the Blood Fiend Sect also made preparations in advance.

After a long time, it turned out that the Blood Fiend Sect wanted to get a share of Yangcheng's affairs, so they came to the family to discuss with the family.

Ding Xie's expression changed slightly, and he looked at everyone in the family: "Why is it the Blood Fiend Sect?"

"We're still talking." Seventh Uncle replied helplessly.

They are also not sure about this matter. The details of the news brought by the Blood Fiend Sect need to be discussed within the family, and they cannot be completely believed just by catching wind and shadows.

And even if we really want to talk about distribution, we must not only maximize the benefits, but also find a reliable sect to rely on.

Small sect, the ancestors are just the peak of foundation establishment, they don't have much power to choose, they all need to rely on stronger ones.

They want to rely on Wanfazong, after all, there are disciples of Wanfazong among the children of the family.

But Wanfazong is too far away.

Far cannot quench near thirst.

Relationships need to be bound by interests, and you have to send offerings so far away, so why do people bother to cross such a long distance to help, it is not enough for the travel expenses.

Eldest brother Ding Dunsheng persuaded: "Ding Xie, why don't you let him go? If the two sects are fighting, the envoy will not be beheaded. Even if he is a member of the blood evil sect, the Lai family is also a guest. We can't behead him."

Tu Shanjun looked at Ding Xie with scarlet eyes, he was waiting for Ding Xie's decision.

If he were to make the decision, he would definitely kill Xiao Wanli.

Everyone in the Blood Fiend Sect must die.

Tu Shanjun can't repay grievances with kindness at all, he is already a person with a bottom line if he doesn't implicate others.

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

That kind of despair and helplessness, he has never told anyone, and he can't re-imagine it.

Without this incomplete attribute panel system, he would be dead, and there would be no way to maintain his normal sanity.

Even if he died, he still had to become a servant in Zhao Shixian's hands and help him kill people.

It wasn't pain at all, it was hate.

He hated the Demon Cultivator, and he hated the Blood Fiend Sect even more.

The Demon Cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect count as one, and Mr. Tu Shan, no matter what life experience they have, or how cruel their childhood was, this is not the reason why they can kill people at will.

We are all human, and it is not easy for anyone.

If you feel that cultivating immortals is painful, then go back to the secular world and live a good life.

I don't want to be a rich man, I want to be a fairy.

Tu Shanjun will tell them, dreaming!
Since you killed someone, be prepared to be wiped out by your enemies.

For more than ten years, Tu Shanjun turned the hatred over and over again.

He thought that when he saw the members of the Blood Fiend Sect again, he would feel great resentment.

In fact, he was just a little excited and thankful that the so-called hatred didn't show on his face at all, nor did it affect his mind.

The excitement and rejoicing were only because he finally met the Demon Cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect.

More than ten years of practice has taught Tu Shanjun to restrain his instincts.

Ding Xie was tangled in his heart.

Even the body is stiff in place.

On the one hand, it is family interests.

If Xiao Wanli died in his hands, the Blood Fiend Sect would assume that it was the Ding family who refused.

Moreover, they beheaded their envoy face to face, which was to end their vengeance.

If they are exploring the secret realm or fighting, although there is hatred, it is obviously not as serious as it is now.

This is not just about him alone.

As a disciple of the Wanfa Sect, he would naturally not be held accountable by the Blood Fiend Sect.

He wants to do things alone, but the family can't do it, and it will affect many people.

Ding Xie couldn't say such a thing.

On the other hand, Brother Tu Shan was murdered by members of the Blood Demon Sect, he must be full of resentment, and definitely wanted him to kill Xiao Wanli.

When he was in the family, he felt the vibration of the soul banner.

If he doesn't make this decision, he will be sorry for Tu Shanjun.

"Let him go, Ding Xie."

"Ding Xie, you really can't bear this matter."

"If you had a conflict in another time and place, we wouldn't say that, it's just that today is different from the past."

Uncles are persuading.

The eldest brother of the same generation also hurriedly persuaded Ding Xie.

They all want Ding Xie to make big things into small things, and make small things into small things.

At this time, Xiao Wanli said: "I swear by the way of heaven and the heart of the Tao, as long as you let me go, I will never trouble your family."

There was a buzzing sound.

Let the messy thoughts fly.

Ding Xie looked hesitant, struggling in his heart.

(End of this chapter)