I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 198 Dao Heart
Ding Xie sighed, this was just his delusion.

Tu Shanjun stayed behind to help him escape, and even gave him everything in advance.

For the current situation, Tu Shanjun must have expected it.

No one could make a decision so straightforwardly. At that time, even Ding Xie, who was so assertive, panicked.

"Jindan..."

Flames flashed in Ding Xie's eyes, so what about Jindan Daoist, he is indeed no match, and he has no way to break through and become Jindan Daoist in a short time.

However, he has a sect.

No matter how powerful the golden core is, if it appeared in Dongyuan and killed so many people, it was an enemy of Wanfazong.

He couldn't wait any longer and had to make a decision quickly.

Now, should we go back to Dongyuan City to remind Daoist Jindan, or go to rescue those fellow sects who were tricked first.

It seems that the distance between him and the same door is closer, but now he can't find the position of the same door.

It would take at least half a month to return to Dongyuan City, even if he used Feidun with all his strength, he couldn't compress the time any further.

Ding Xie turned the spirit stone in his hand: "Mo Shisan, give me some help. The only one I can contact is you. As long as you can help me notify Dongyuan City, the matter will be solved."

"I should have prepared a few more Wanli Sound Transmission Talismans."

Ding Xie was also quite tangled.

He heard what the skeleton man said.

It is said that the destruction of the formation is only in the past few days, which means that it will be within at least three to ten days.

Another half day.

Tu Shanjun in the banner slowly opened his eyes, his memory stayed at the last moment.

When the body of the main soul died, he truly felt that he was already dead.

No more thinking, no perception, everything becomes darkness and nothingness.

Sometimes Tu Shanjun wonders if this is death.

If there was no evil spirit to help him condense his body, would he still be able to wake up from the endless darkness.

Mr. Tu Shan doesn't know.

His understanding of the soul banner is still very shallow, and his understanding of the panel is not deep.

He didn't continue to think about the soul banner, as long as he kept thinking, it meant that he was not dead yet.

Tu Shanjun remembered that at the last time, he should still be fighting Jindan Daoist.

To say it was a fight is an exaggeration.

Even if he used all means, in the end he only hurt Jindan Daoist who was already seriously injured.

This is not a small blow to Tu Shanjun.

He thought that there would be a big gap, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.

It took all the means to break through the defense of the seriously injured Jindan.

"Lessing the steps to kill the enemy is really uncomfortable for me now." Tu Shanjun looked around, and the Yin God stood quietly in the soul banner.

The evil spirits around gather towards the soul banner like a long dragon.

The Soul Honor Banner in the center of the formation fluttered in the wind, absorbing the gray mist.

Under Zhang Xuhun's banner is Ding Xie sitting cross-legged.

The spiritual energy around him pushed aside the evil spirit and condensed to his side.

There is great terror between life and death, and there will be great fluctuations in mood between life and death. Ding Xie, who suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, unexpectedly improved again.

Although it has not yet reached the peak of foundation building, it only needs to replenish mana, and basically there will be no major bottlenecks.

Tu Shanjun, who was inside the soul banner, got up, his body was still very weak, and the concentration of evil energy for a day was not enough to restore his body, and now he was able to exert his strength in training qi.

It will take at least one or two months to restore the original strength, and it may take a year or a half if the evil spirit is insufficient.

The stronger the strength, the harder it is for the main soul to recover after being injured. Not only does it need a lot of evil spirit, but it also takes time.

And during the period when he is recovering his strength, it is hard to guarantee that the Banner Master will not have any thoughts, such as destroying the soul banner, smelting it into materials, or transferring it to others.

The soul banner is the main body, and the body of the main soul and evil ghost can be condensed through evil spirits and ghosts.

If anything happened to the soul flag, he might die.

This kind of thing has not happened yet, but it has to be guarded against.

Of course, this also has something to do with Mr. Tu Shan being cautious.

After killing Zhao Shixian, he never took the initiative to approach a monk with a high cultivation base.

Therefore, except for the monks who passively succeeded as banner masters, the other banner masters were trained by Mr. Tu Shan from ordinary people.

After this battle, Mr. Tu Shan felt that he should pay more attention to the soul banner itself.

At the level of the magic weapon, even if the monk doesn't use it very much, it will not destroy the material.

Qi training and foundation building monks also have no ability to damage magic weapons.

"Om."

With the familiar shock, Ding Xie, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the soul banner, opened his eyes violently.

Surprised on his face, he stared blankly at the soul banner behind him, thinking that he was hallucinating.

But how could he have hallucinations without being hit by the illusion?

"Could it be that there is a heart demon?" Ding Xie was shocked, and hurriedly sank into the sea of ​​consciousness to mobilize Yinshen to investigate himself thoroughly.

After checking, there is indeed no demon, and there is nothing wrong with his mood.

Since there are no problems, rule out all problems, then the most unlikely result is the final result.

Ding Xie transferred his mana into the soul banner, and Tu Shanjun manifested his body with Ding Xie's mana.

His body has recovered less than half of it, so the body that appears is quite illusory, even the breath is very weak.

"Brother Tu Shan, you are still alive!" Ding Xie was overjoyed.

This is lost and found.

The original backlog of gloom was swept away, and it was more exciting than winning Jindan Zhenren.

Thinking of this, Ding Xie stared at Tu Shanjun with wide eyes: "Could it be that brother Tu Shan, you defeated Jindan Daoist?"

Why doesn't this guy open which pot and which pot to lift?

But this is also a normal thought. If Tu Shanjun hadn't defeated Jindan Daoist, how could he appear in Soul Banner now.

Tu Shanjun shook his head.

He tried his best and didn't fight, but was beheaded by the crippled golden core instead.

The gap between the two is too great.

Without powerful spells and magical skills, relying solely on these scattered and unsystematic spells in his hands, it is delusional to want to cross the realm and kill Jindan Zhenren.

What's more, Mr. Tu Shan can only draw the mana of the banner master, a natural dwarf Jindan real person.

Tu Shanjun felt that this time was also a valuable attempt.

At least he understands the gap between himself and Daoist Jindan, and can face up to his own strength.

Secondly, the severely injured Jindan Daoist should have less than [-]% of his combat power left.

He was really envious of the evil spirit condensed from that huge pool of blood.

This kind of opportunity is rare, once they miss it, they will have to wander around Dongyuan for at least a few years before they can gather up the evil spirit of being promoted to the magic weapon, and they don't know what will happen by then.

Tu Shanjun thought for a moment, and he thought he could find Mo Shisan.

The other party is the dragon's disciple of Mo Gong, and he will definitely find a helper, and he also has the hole card in his hand to save his life. It should be easier than them to face a crippled golden core.

Anyway, they are also looking for this person, if they can win Mo Shisan to help, they will be more sure of beheading this seriously injured Jindan.

Tu Shanjun asked about this.

Ding Xie said: "Brother Tu Shan, I have already told Mo Shisan about the matter, and the Wanli Sound Transmission Talisman has been used up."

Tu Shanjun froze in place.

It shouldn't be done this way.

Now that it's done, it's fine, maybe this opportunity is not theirs, so they didn't think too much about it, and just collected evil spirits honestly.

Leave these things to others.

In this world, it is not impossible to do without anyone. Without the discovery of Ding Xie and Tu Shanjun, Mo Gong would continue to investigate.

Tu Shanjun shared his thoughts.

He felt that since Mo Shisan had been informed, Wan Fazong would definitely know about it.

"The golden core of Dongyuan City is trapped, returning to Dongyuan City is a trap."

"There is no way to contact the sect, I suggest to wait and see."

Hearing Tu Shanjun's words, Ding Xie was silent for a while: "I think it has something to do with Zhang Ran and the others that the disciples of Wanfazong entered the urn. I can't stand by and watch this matter."

"I am Wanfazong, disciple of Law Enforcement, Ding Xie."

Ding Xie looked at Tu Shanjun firmly: "Brother Tu Shan, help me."

Tu Shanjun thinks that Ding Xie is stupid, this kind of situation can't be avoided by ordinary people, and he still wants to plunge into it.

He can't beat the Skeleton Golden Core. No one can guarantee what happened to Zhang Ran, it may be a bigger crisis.

"Will die."

Tu Shanjun stopped for the second time: "Beiluoshan, there are still people waiting for you."

"Brother Tu Shan, for the sake of our friendship. If I die, please help me send the things back to Beiluoshan." Ding Xie took out the Nawu Talisman and handed it to Mr. Tu Shan.

"Unreasonable!"

Tu Shanjun's eyes were bloodshot, he frowned, his red hair was calm and automatic.

This time he was really angry.

It was precisely because he was a friend that he blocked the skeleton golden elixir from behind. He expected that he might be recondensed by the soul banner, but not dying, did not mean that there would be no pain, nor would there be panic or fear.

Everyone is afraid, and he is no exception.

It is precisely because he is a friend that he tried his best to help Ding Xie, and Ding Xie was about to go back to die when he turned around.

In the late stage of foundation establishment, what's the use of going?

"I know, but I have to go back and save them."

"They laugh at you."

"Is there any mocking?"

"I may never see Zhang Ran again, I have to go, he is my friend."

Tu Shanjun doesn’t understand any fellow sects and sects, and he is not familiar with me. Their love for death has nothing to do with half a spirit stone. Even Tu Shanjun thinks that it’s best for them to fight Jindan Daoist to lose both, and then he gives the blood pool to him. Take time out.

How come Ding Xie is so persistent.

"Brother Tu Shan."

With that said, Ding Xie handed the Nawu Talisman to Tu Shanjun.

"will die."

Tu Shanjun persuaded again.

As long as they hide for a period of time, gather the evil energy and attack the magic weapon, and then save those trapped classmates in the future, it will be fine.

The higher the cultivation base, the more people can be saved, hundreds of thousands, and even participate in the decision-making of the sect.

Why go now.

Ding Xie looked at Tu Shanjun and said with a smile: "Brother Tu Shan, do you still remember why you want to practice?"

"I can't bear the bondage of the family."

"I feel like, when I have power, I can save some people."

"Those are all my classmates, I can't just ignore death."

"Not yesterday, not tomorrow."

"Just today."

Ding Xie's words were in his ears.

After so many years, Tu Shanjun is not as ignorant and impulsive as he was at first, and he has begun to understand how to protect himself wisely.

But ask yourself, what exactly is he practicing.

Tu Shanjun couldn't answer.

Is it just to become a fairy and become a fairy?

Or for Li Qingfeng, the first friend he met when he came to this world, or Wen Yue, the first apprentice?
It seems that it is neither.

His original wish was to cultivate into an immortal, get rid of his identity as the master of the soul banner, and become a human again...

Tu Shanjun shook his head, his thoughts were complicated.

It is also not suitable for people to think when they are angry.

He can only comfort himself: "It's all my choice, it's all my choice."

"If Wanfazong is really powerful, he may not necessarily die."

After calming down, Tu Shanjun took the Nawu Talisman handed over by Ding Xie, opened his bloody mouth and swallowed it into his stomach, without saying a word, turned and walked into the soul banner.

At this time, it is useless to say anything, and there is no one who cultivates immortality without attachment.

A gentleman does not take away people's aspirations.

Obstructing one's aspirations will damage one's path.

Anyway, what should be done has already been done. His strength is now damaged, and he has no evil spirit to help him recover. If he has no strength, he can't help much.

Since Ding Xie wanted to save people, he could only rely on himself.

In fact, after thinking about it carefully, Tu Shanjun is very pleased that Ding Xie can do this, which also shows that he has not misjudged the person.

If he was ten years younger, there would definitely be no objections, because he had acted like this before.

When people are old, they will be afraid of death and will not take risks easily.

"Worthless."

Tu Shanjun said something in his heart, this time he was talking about himself.

Seeing Tu Shanjun walking into the soul banner, Ding Xie opened his mouth. He felt that he had done something too much. Tu Shanjun, who was calm and indifferent in the past, was so angry that he couldn't even speak today.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he stood still and didn't move.

If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after we get through this difficulty.

Taking out the soul banner in the center of the formation, he went straight to Luochayuan.

The sky of Luochayuan is often shrouded in thick gray mist, flying away towards the abyss, and the surrounding cliffs and rocks retreat rapidly from the side of his eyes.

The frightened little sprite quickly retracted into the gap, poking its head out to peep through the gap.

Inside the Luochayuan.

In front of a huge relic, the disciples of Wanfazong are struggling to crack the formation.

Judging from their current progress, they will be able to completely decipher the formation of the Punishment Hall in two days.

Excitement and excitement flowed from Zhang Ran's eyes, who stood among the crowd.

How long?
Even he himself forgot a little, and finally pulled out this nail.

Sensing the movement of the sound transmission talisman in the talisman bag, Zhang Ran quietly left the crowd and walked aside, opened the sound transmission talisman and looked at the message from above.

"Young master, the matter has been settled, but the man seems to be injured."

The two lines of small characters were just placed in front of him, and Zhang Ran rubbed his hands together to crush the sound transmission talisman in his hand.

It's okay when things are done.

That person was injured, it should be caused by fighting with others.

"Could it be that the demon cultivator from Mo Palace has already been found?"

"Or, another force." Zhang Ran pondered slightly, no matter which side he was on, he couldn't stop him from opening the formation.

"Junior Brother Zhang is here for you to replace."

Hearing the call from the senior brother of the Formation Department, Zhang Ran reserved his thoughts and used the Nawu Talisman to convey the next task.

It only takes two days, and the disciples of the Wanfa Sect cannot make mistakes, and the tokens of the disciples cannot be broken.

Two days later, it happened to send them all back to the west.

Then he said: "Come here."

　Nucleic acid at night, delayed.Today's [-]-word chapter.

　　
　
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