I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 2 Flags Formed
Tu Shanjun's eyes widened, his body twitched and lay on the ground.

The dust and dirt from the village head poured into the nostrils while breathing.

The snot and tears could not be stopped, mixed with the mud and mud from the nasal cavity and the ground, and stuck to the face.

The tendons in the hands and feet were broken, and the limbs were twisted abnormally.

His mouth was full of blood, half of his tongue was tightly held in his hands, he was speechless.

He didn't have the strength to say anything harsh, only resentment, resentment and the purest hatred.

He didn't understand why he was suffering like this.

Obviously they are all alive again, as long as they live well, they can occupy a place.

But God didn't even give him the slightest chance of surviving.

How unfortunate!

I hate it!

The tormented Tu Shanjun's eyes are bright and frightening.

It was obvious that the loss of blood had extinguished his vitality, but those eyes were still full of vitality.

The limp body squirmed on the ground with difficulty, spreading out a large amount of blood.

Mixed mud wrapped around his side.

Like ugly bugs.

Struggling to survive.

As long as you can live, there is still hope.

Every step affected the wounds all over his body, making his face unconsciously ferocious.

go away.

Escape from the magic repair, escape from the big formation.

If possible, he would rather escape from this cruel world.

"I hate it so much!"

The edge of the sword brushed across the neck, and the coolness penetrated the heart.

'I can not be reconciled! '

'Unreconciled...'

Widening his eyes, Tu Shanjun was already decapitated.

"Gog Ri's magic cultivator, even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

"Never!"

Dahao's head was staring at the demonic monster in the blood stains.

When dying, only the hoarse and mournful wailing of 'uh uh' remained.

"Introduce qi into the body, use resentment as the foundation, use hatred as the bone, gather qi to condense ghosts."

"disease!"

Moxiu's hand seals changed rapidly, and his mouth was full of obscure formulas.

Turbulent gray mist gushed out from Tu Shanjun's body, and finally gathered into a phantom.

The phantom flickered, the appearance of death emerged, and the evil spirit gathered wildly.

Moxiu stared at Tu Shanjun's body with burning eyes.

What he wants is a powerful soul that is full of resentment, preferably one that can directly transform into ghosts.

Now under the gathering evil spirit, let the qi enter the body.

It depends on whether this ghost can bear it.

A figure emerged from the black mist.

With a blue face, long fangs and red hair and blood pupils, he looked like a vicious ghost crawling out of hell.

"Hahaha."

"Okay, great!"

"Now that I have this main soul, I will be complete from now on." Moxiu was excited.

Although it was within his expectation, he did not expect to succeed in condensing it so quickly.

It should be a ghost with strong soul power.

Seeing the turbulent ghost mist and evil spirit evolving immediately, it should be a ghost that has entered the rank.

"receive."

Under the urging of mana, the soul flag of Xu Zun, Zhang Zhang above, waved and attracted the evil spirit that had just appeared.

The phantom's scarlet ghost eyes stared not far away, attracting the magic cultivator who was pinching the spell with his soul flag.

The ghost howled fiercely.

The ear-piercing ghost howl urges the whole body to churn with ghost energy.

However, Hun Banner suppressed him firmly behind him, not giving him a chance to take revenge at all.

The shrill ghost howling continued for a long time.

"Array."

"combine!."

The sorcerer cultivator sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, his bloody aura was like a melting pot, and the waves were turbulent.

Zhang Xuzun's soul flag hung high above Moxiu's head, and it turned slowly, drawing the scarlet evil spirit into the soul flag.

The originally shoddy soul banner turned out to be refined.

Under the refinement of the large formation, all the corpses dried up visible to the naked eye.

In the end, only withered bones were left, which turned into dust under the guidance of the soul streamer.

Under the urging of mana, the soul banner turned into a small one-foot banner.

Moxiu grabbed the soul flag and checked it immediately.

"Low-level magic weapon?" Moxiu frowned, his expression unswerving.

He used the Zongmen's Shifang Blood Sacrifice Refining Banner Formation.

Although this soul flag embryo is a standard magic weapon embryo exchanged from Zongmen.

However, with the flesh and blood essence of more than 200 people, plus a thick ghost under the Ghost Refining Art, there should be a chance to reach the middle level.

Why is there only one low-level magic weapon in hand now?
"My refining techniques are strictly in accordance with the records in the books. Could it be that my refining talent is too low?"

Moxiu couldn't help doubting his talent, and his original joyful expression disappeared.

It's better to spend spirit stones to ask disciples of the sect who are good at refining weapons to do it.

Even thick ghosts could not save his talent for refining weapons, and the good materials he added were in vain, and the impurities were basically not eliminated.

This soul banner is like a shoddy stick, randomly kneaded by a blacksmith, making it quite cold and hard.

In short, make do with it, something is better than nothing.

It should be noted that casual cultivators can get started even if they don't even see low-grade magic weapons at the initial stage of Qi training.

When I have the opportunity to sacrifice and practice again in the future, maybe I can improve a little bit.

Remove the blood array.

The sorcerer monk went straight to the mass grave that the old village chief said.

According to the villagers, there seems to be something unusual there, and maybe a few more living souls can be found there.

Of the more than a hundred people who participated in the blood sacrifice, only a dozen or so living souls entered the soul banner.

Most of the sun disappeared as soon as it shone, and the rest were smashed to pieces by the fierce aura.

Living souls that are too weak are useless to monks, and they have to be sacrificed by themselves. It is more convenient to catch a few ghosts with soul banners.

As long as the cultivation base and spiritual consciousness are not weaker than Yinhun, there will be no risk of backlash.

Accompanied by the sacrifice of mana, Tu Shanjun in the banner seemed to be drenched in a basin of bitter cold water in the dog days, and it was also like a weapon out of the furnace tempered by mountain spring water.

snort!
The coolness came over me, and I woke up instantly.

Tu Shanjun woke up from his daze, seeing that he was still conscious, he was overjoyed: "I'm still alive!"

"I'm not dead?"

"I'm not dead!"

[panel open]

The chains faded away, and the black and white TV flickered slightly like a frame drop, and then regrouped after being confused.

It just changed from the original light blue to scarlet.

Banner Name: Zunhun Banner
Banner owner: Zhao Shixian
Level: low-grade magic weapon

One soul banner (passive solidification): Absorbing evil spirits and reviving the soul can improve the ability and level of the soul banner.

Backlash (passive solidification): When the strength and consciousness of the banner master are not enough to suppress the soul of the banner master, the soul of the banner master can actively counterattack the banner master and refine him into a banner slave.

Accommodating souls: extract living souls from dead bodies, and accommodate living soul ghosts whose strength is lower than that of the main soul. (The current strength of the main soul is 'one level of Qi training').

Preservation: The soul banner can store ghosts and ghosts, currently stored (thirteen/one hundred).

Repair: Consume a certain amount of baleful energy and living soul to repair the soul streamer and the main soul.

Tu Shanjun looked at the panel in front of him and was silent for a long time.

The system does not speak.

There are no sound effects, gift packs, or shopping malls, and it is a crudely made audio-visual editor that looks like a semi-finished product.

The panel that was supposed to help him reach the pinnacle of the immortal road changed his appearance because of his death.

The soul is one body, he is both the main soul and the soul.

Fortunately, he is still alive, which is the only good news.

As long as there is life there is hope.

Tu Shanjun is very glad that he is still 'alive'.

To live is to take revenge.

No matter what kind of predicament it is, as long as you don't die, you still have a chance.

When you die, there is nothing left.

Under the tragic death sword, he already understood that this is a cruel world, and if he wants to control his destiny, he must become stronger.

Immortals are still too far away.

Let's first train this wicked demon cultivator Zhao Shixian into his own slave.

It's best to take out his living soul and put it into the soul banner to greet him fiercely, and thousands of ghosts devour the soul, so that he can relieve the hatred in his heart.

Zhao Shixian became puzzled. He sacrificed the soul banner with his magic power. It felt like a mud cow fell into the sea. There was no way to simply sacrifice this soul banner.

His spiritual consciousness is too weak, at best he can perform inner vision, but it is simply not up to the level of condensing the brand of spiritual consciousness.

It's not worth using the sect's blood refining method.

This is just a low-level magical weapon, and it won't be of much help after the blood sacrifice.

Just treat it as a magic weapon in the transitional period.

Wait until his cultivation reaches a higher level before he can replace it with other instruments.

After absorbing a large amount of blood energy, Zhao Shixian's injuries recovered by half, and even his own cultivation base became loose, so he quickly untied the Nawu Talisman and took out the practice method to watch again.

Mr. Tu Shan is originally a soul banner, and it is right next to the book, so he can naturally see what is written on it.

Yuanshen's knowledge of characters is very limited, and Tu Shanjun can at most know a few characters by taking advantage of the light.

【Blood Fiend Dafa】

【Three layers of Qi training】

"Zhao Shixian only has the third level of Qi training?"

"I was actually killed by a demon cultivator at the third level of Qi training?"

There was a long silence.

Tu Shanjun's astonished expression gradually faded away, and finally turned into a sinister smile.

I don't know whether to laugh at myself or at fate.

Killing more than a hundred villagers at the third level of Qi training is no different from slaughtering dogs and chickens.

This is the strength of a cultivator.

In the early stage of Qi training, he is also far stronger than ordinary people, not to mention that this guy has arranged a blood sacrifice array in advance.

The first level of Qi training is not far from the third level of Qi training.

When Zhao Shixian finds some soul and evil energy for him to swallow to improve his strength, he will soon catch up and kill Zhao Shixian.

Hiding in the soul banner, Tu Shanjun with a dead face stared at Zhao Shixian who was reading a book with pity.

(End of this chapter)