I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 6
[Questioning the soul: Extracting the skills and skills of ghosts and ghosts to form seeds]

Taking Zhao Shixian into the soul banner, Mr. Tu Shan thought that Zhao Shixian would struggle and resist.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Shixian's ghost in the banner turned out to have a dull expression, as if he didn't have any wisdom.

Tu Shanjun was very suspicious.

Put yourself in the same way as others, if you are weak, will you also show your weakness to the enemy and wait for the right time.

meeting.

And, he did just that.

So seeing the ghost of Zhao Shixian with a sluggish expression, Tu Shanjun was very vigilant and did not approach rashly.

He didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

If Zhao Shixian's disguise is excluded.

Then only he, the main soul, has spiritual wisdom among the ghosts in the soul banner.

Because the other ghosts also have dull eyes.

In the past, Mr. Tu Shan thought it was the relationship between ordinary people becoming ghosts after death, but now it seems obviously not.

Zhao Shixian is at the third level of Qi training and is a cultivator of immortality.

Now he has become a ghost, with the same dull eyes and no sanity.

Although Tu Shanjun felt that Zhao Shixian didn't seem to be pretending, he was still wary of Zhao Shixian's ghost.

Regardless of whether he is pretending or not, first use the newly acquired ability.

"Ask the soul."

【extract:】

【Magic Ape Determination Fist】

[Comprehensive Blood Fiend Dafa (Part [-] of Qi Training)]

As soon as the skill seed entered Tu Shanjun's mind, he immediately understood the Demon Ape Determination Fist.

The Demon Ape Determination Fist has only three forms, and it can actually strengthen the soul.

No wonder in Zhao Shixian's sea of ​​consciousness, Tu Shanjun was almost recoiled by the beast shadow during the confrontation between spirit and soul. Now I think it should be because of this skill.

This kind of cultivation method that can directly affect the soul, one can know how precious it is if one thinks about it.

Zhao Shixian was able to obtain this method with the third level of Qi training.

"Zhao Shixian is lucky to be able to obtain this kind of exercise."

Judging from the seeds of kung fu, Zhao Shixian's understanding and practice seem to be only a superficial introduction.

As for the first part of the Blood Fiend Dafa, it is about the exercises before the sixth level of Qi training. Because it is not limited to the attributes, it can be used with any attribute of the spiritual root.

Extracting the seeds of the exercises, Mr. Tu Shan also learned the characters of this world by the way.

In this way, I also learned about the current practice system.

I have a little superficial understanding of practice.

"It's been more than ten breaths, why hasn't the righteous young man who won the prize come to pick up the spoils?"

Tu Shanjun suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked in the direction of the young man.

"I don't know how this one is?"

"Let me see the companions I have chosen, the powerful new banners who can walk on the road of immortality together in the future..."

Before the main word was blurted out, Tu Shanjun was stunned by the sight.

The young man also fell down.

Perhaps it was because of fighting for too long that he exhausted his body's mana and energy, so that he was exhausted.

There shouldn't be too bad a result.

Controlling Zhao Shixian's corpse stood up.

The body is extremely awkward, as if carrying a weight to move forward.

After all, Zhao Shixian was refined into a banner slave, and his body was under the control of Tu Shanjun. He could walk as long as he could, and he didn't ask too much.

Tu Shanjun controlled Zhao Shixian's body and walked in front of the young man. From a close look, the young man was indeed not very old, he should only be eighteen or nineteen.

The facial features are tall and straight, but unfortunately, the originally fair skin is now covered with black silk threads, and the wide-eyed eyes and ferocious face carry a touch of horror.

"died!?"

Tu Shanjun opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

He has differentiated the power of Hyakki Yaxing.

If the young man can be evenly matched with Zhao Shixian, and even beheaded in the end, he should at least practice the third level of Qi training, maybe the fourth level.

Why did he die so suddenly?

When the eyes touched, Tu Shanjun hurriedly searched for the wound.

Lifting off the young man's clothes, Tu Shanjun's expression changed drastically.

There were actually three pinholes in the young man's chest, and black blood was flowing.

Look at the dagger without mana support.

The dagger is fake, but the poison needle hidden in the dagger is real.

It turned out that the real killing move turned out to be this.

Even the green-faced ghost transformed into a ghost by the night walk is just one of the distractions, used to divert the attention of the righteous youth.

Interfering with a dagger made the young man think that the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts was a killer move.

The opponent simply didn't defend against the three daggers, but just slapped them with magic power, but the mechanism inside had been activated.

Coupled with the interference of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, the young man did not realize that he had been poisoned at that time.

After resisting the condensed ghosts of Hyakki Yaxing with all his strength, he found out that he was poisoned.

But at this time, the poison has entered the lungs, and there is no way to recover.

If there was no backlash from Mr. Tu Shan, and Zhao Shixian was caught off guard at a critical moment, Zhao Shixian would definitely win in the end.

Tu Shanjun broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the timing was good, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with Zhao Shixian, a demon cultivator.

Tu Shanjun didn't know that Zhao Shixian still used the third level of qi training to counterattack the fourth level of righteous youth.

"The established flag master I chose is dead!"

Tu Shanjun looked around in a daze, suddenly feeling desolate.

Although Zhao Shixian turned him into a fan slave, Tu Shanjun discovered the fatal weakness of the fan slave.

Bannu itself is a dead thing.

Unable to practice, let alone replenish mana, his body will continue to rot, and it won't be long before he becomes rotten and unable to move.

Tu Shanjun's idea of ​​using the slaves to practice after the backlash also dissipated.

Looking at the pitiful mana in his dantian, which had dried up to the bottom, Tu Shanjun really didn't know what he should do.

But still have to pick up the mood and hit the road.

After all, we must continue to move forward.

Gather the spoils first.

Wait for the opportunity to find a reliable banner master.

"spiritualism!"

Tu Shanjun controlled the rotation of the soul banner, and the black mist rolled up, pulling the young man's living soul out of the poisoned body.

The young man was still ignorant, when he saw Zhao Shixian walking in front of him holding the honor banner, he immediately glared and shouted: "Devil, look at the sword."

The two fingers in the middle of the food are combined as sword fingers, and they are about to catch his flying sword.

It's just that no matter how he uses the spell, the flying sword will not fly back, and he can't even feel his own magic power.

"Where is the mana?"

"Help me kill the devil!"

"I..." The young man looked down and looked at the body lying on the ground, dazed for a long time: "I, dead."

Tu Shanjun, who lived in Zhao Shixian's body, saw that the youth's soul was still sane, and hurried out of Zhao Shixian's body.

"Emperor."

The young man looked in the direction of the call, and was startled. The red-haired evil spirit with blue face and fangs jumped out of Zhao Shixian's body.

Isn't this just going to eat him?

"Hey, if you can't kill the devil, you will die on your own body, and now you will become the blood food of the evil spirits. What can you call it?"

The young man let go of his hands as if resigned to his fate.

The soul is exposed between heaven and earth, without the protection of the physical body, it is like a flame in a strong wind, which will be wiped out at any time.

It's just that he is not reconciled to becoming a blood eater of evil ghosts.

Now I can only lament that I am not good at learning.

Tu Shanjun hurriedly asked: "Grandfather, what is your name, where do you live, do you have any relatives?"

The youth's soul was stunned, he looked at the evil ghost who walked in front of him but spoke, and then at Zhao Shixian who fell on the ground, completely in chaos.

The evil spirit didn't want to eat him, and asked him his household registration address. Could it be that he wanted to catch him all?
But why did Zhao Shixian look lifeless.

The young man is not ordinary, he can still tell the difference between real death and fake death. Now that he has regained consciousness a lot, he also remembered that before he died, he was actually killed by the demon cultivator.

With that kind of injury, Moxiu definitely couldn't survive.

Tu Shanjun didn't know how to win his trust, so he could only explain.

"I'm a villager from the previous village. I was cultivated by the demon to become the master soul of the soul flag. My benefactor has already killed the demon."

"Now I'm breaking away from the soul banner in the form of a ghost upper body, and talking to benefactor."

"If I have a day out of trouble, I will repay the Engong family."

"Eunong has something to bring back to the family, let's talk about it quickly while I can leave a message now."

Tu Shanjun has already noticed that the soul stays in the world for a long time, and it will disappear if it fails to become a ghost.

In just such a short while, the soul of the kung fu youth has become quite transparent.

The young man suddenly realized that it was the main soul of the magic weapon: "So that's how it is."

Time was running out, and the young man didn't care to think about why the main soul of the magic weapon had such a well-organized mind.

"My name is Hou Boxu. I am the direct son of the Hou family in Yangcheng. I have a wife and a younger brother. My parents have long since passed away."

"I don't ask for anything in return, I just hope that I can send my Nawu Talisman home, and that hairpin spirit sword is my reward."

"Now that I am dead, I am not afraid of being deceived by Your Excellency."

Hou Boxu let out a long sigh, and he looked back one last time.

Eyes full of nostalgia, but helpless.

Tu Shanjun gritted his teeth: "In fact, I have a method, but Bao Engong's soul is still there, and he even has a chance to become enlightened."

Hou Boxu looked at Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun hurriedly explained: "If your benefactor trusts you, you can enter the soul banner and wait for the right time."

Although the ghosts in the soul banners do not have spiritual intelligence, but Tu Shanjun firmly believes that when the soul banners evolve to be strong enough, they will definitely be able to restore the spiritual wisdom of the living souls and bring them back to life.

Hou Boxu looked at the soul banner in Tu Shanjun's hand, and shook his head.

After laughing loudly, he said, "Why should a man be afraid of life and death?"

"If I enter the Soul Banner and continue to linger, how is it different from those demon cultivators?"

"If people live for a long time, they will be afraid of death. If they are afraid of death, they will become demons."

"I don't want to be enchanted."

"I don't think Xiongtai is like an evil spirit. I hope that Xiongtai will stick to his heart and achieve greatness."

"We will have an appointment in the future!"

"There will be a period later."

The last sound dissipated in the wind.

When Tu Shanjun came back to his senses, Hou Boxu's soul had disappeared.

"There will be... a period later."

(End of this chapter)