I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 91 Blood Curse

Wen Yue remained silent.

He is a newcomer to the immortal way, and he doesn't know much about the rules or concepts of the world of cultivating immortals.

Mr. doesn't teach him that either.

Only teach him how to fight, clean up residual traces, practice, and be cautious when facing monks.

However, applying the rules of the world, he should belong to the evil ways in the eyes of the other party.

But if it was said that he was the one who stole things, Wen Yue would not admit it, he would have left behind here long ago, waiting for the evil spirit to give birth to ghosts.

How can it be said to be stealing.

Tu Shanjun in the banner stared at Zhu Lin.

This person was tall and straight, with upright facial features and a haughty sword. Although he didn't despise him, he had obviously deduced Wen Yue's true cultivation base from the clues.

Moreover, this person's aura is not weak, and the robes on his body are all magic weapons, which shows that he has some abilities.

Yuan Lingzong is the sect standing behind the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The traces of activities in the battlefield are obviously stronger than those of the Five Spirits Sect.

On the Nanyue Mountain battlefield, people from the Yuanling Sect can solve the situation without the Wuling Sect sending people to the battlefield.

Looking at it this way, the Wulingzong should be relatively weak in front of the Yuanlingzong, otherwise, there would not be only monks from the Yuanlingzong.

At the same time, Mr. Tu Shan had some doubts, whether it was Yuan Lingzong who was behind the back of Liang Liang's retreat.

Even if it is an orthodox sect, it will work hard to develop its own power and enhance its background, and annex the surrounding small sects and sects.

The Yuan Lingzong would not want to annex the Wulingzong with a big mouth, so it secretly helped the army of the Northern Wei Dynasty to march and plunder the land.

Tu Shanjun frowned, the most important thing is, why did he take it for granted that the other party must be an orthodox sect?
Without contact, it is not easy to directly assert.

At the moment Wen Yue lowered his eyebrows and thought, Zhu Lin's magic sword was out of its sheath brazenly.

The light flashed to Wen Yue's body.

Wen Yue switched the magic formula in his hand, injected mana into the robe, and a layer of cyan shield resisted the attack of the magic sword.

But there was a crack in the light of the green robe hood, and the long sword sank three inches into it.

In astonishment, Wen Yue hastily urged his magic power to the extreme, and then flicked the magic sword away.

Turn to look at that person.

Fei Jian rushed over without saying a word, this person was arrogant on the surface, but in reality he was vicious.

Maybe the carelessness and contempt on that face were just for show to him.

At the same time, Wen Yue couldn't help but be thankful, fortunately, he respected the teachings and was always on guard against the monk's attack. When he lowered his eyebrows, he locked this person firmly from the corner of his eye.

If you meet a monk who has just entered the immortal way, this person will cut off the head with a single sword.

The sneak attack annoyed Wen Yue.

With a big hand move, the high-hanging soul banner fell into his hand, and his voice was full of anger: "Daoist friends are domineering, and the evil spirits and souls here are all ownerless things. How can I not restrain myself?"

"If I say no, I won't!"

A miss made Zhu Lin look gloomy.

However, he also tested Wen Yue's strength, but he was only a fourth-level qi-training demon cultivator who had just entered the middle stage of qi-training.

Seemingly lucky to block a blow, he is still not his opponent.

"Look at the sword!"

As the tactic rotated, the red light flying sword immediately split into two strands and slashed towards Wen Yue.

Between reality and reality, two cuts were cut on Wen Yue's body.

"No, Feijian's advantage is too great."

A thought flashed in Wen Yue's mind, the distance between him and that Yuan Lingzong disciple was not too far, but the range of Feijian's attack was too wide.

If you can get close, you still have a chance.

This close-to-hand combat method was learned from a white-faced evil spirit in the soul banner.

Zhu Lin immediately sensed Wen Yue's thoughts, smiled contemptuously, not only did not approach Wen Yue, but pulled away again.

Even though he has cultivated a lot in Gao Gaoyue, why did he change his offensive and confront the opponent head-on instead?

The red flying sword turned into three strands, surrounding Wen Yue.

"disease!"

Zhu Lin changed the seal in his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, three sword lights struck one after another.

Seeing Wen Yue in a panic, Zhu Lin laughed loudly: "You can't get close to me, and you still haven't released the ghost of the soul banner."

Wen Yue's complexion was already solemn, mana poured into the soul banner, and immediately released the white-faced ghost of the third level of Qi training, and many high-level ghosts that had been warmed up for a long time.

Inside the Soul Banner, Tu Shanjun stared at the battle situation.

If he wanted to win this battle, he had to make a surprise. The Yuan Lingzong disciple was at the sixth level of Qi training, and his strength was comparable to him.

In terms of combat power, Wen Yue was completely suppressed.

If Tu Shanjun is allowed to fight now, it will definitely arouse the opponent to be more cautious, and even the two sides will fight a protracted battle.

A protracted war is very unfavorable to Wen Yue.

To put it bluntly, Tu Shanjun is Zhu Lin Zhengfeng with the strength of the sixth level of Qi training, the mana of the fourth level of Qi training, and the strength and mana of the sixth level of Qi training.

So the best way is to show the enemy's weakness and lure the enemy to go deeper.

Wen Yue also understands that his strongest hole card is his husband, if there is no chance of a one-hit kill, he must not let him make a move.

Wave the soul banner, release hundreds of souls, and rush forward.

Zhu Lin resisted calmly, only when facing the white-faced evil spirit, his expression was slightly dignified.

This ghost is about to advance to the fourth level of Qi training.

But the most frightening thing was its combat experience, and the melee combat actually made him a little flustered.

The white-faced ghost is exactly Zhao Shixian. In terms of combat experience, there are nearly [-] evil ghosts in the Manhun Banner, no one can compare to this person, not even Tu Shanjun.

"It seems that the soul banner is a middle-grade magic weapon."

Zhu Lin was wondering about the grade of the soul flag in Wen Yue's hand.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Walk."

While Zhu Lin was distracted, Wen Yue released another hundred evil spirits to condense into a phantom of evil spirits, and roared away.

In the blink of an eye, the phantom ghost had already rushed in front of Zhu Lin.

Zhu Lin's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately used his mana to move the magic robe on his body, and the blue light flourished.

With a bang, the rays of light split, and the phantom ghost was instantly shattered, turning into black mist and being taken back into the soul streamer.

"Spirit stone."

Seeing Wen Yue pull out the spirit stone, Zhu Lin knew that his mana had bottomed out.

But long-range flying sword control also requires a lot of mana.

It is unwise to consume precious spirit stones for a mere fourth-floor qi training demon cultivator.

Zhu Lin rushed to Wen Yue in two or three steps, and the red long sword fell into his hand, slashing towards him.

For a time, sword light overflowed.

With the help of long mana, Zhu Lin has completely gained the upper hand.

Wen Yue could only use the soul flag as a golden sword, relying on his better martial arts foundation to parry Zhu Lin's offensive.

"die!"

The drinking has come.

The long sword in Zhu Lin's hand pierced Wen Yue's defense and pierced his heart.

Wen Yue forcibly controlled his body to be two inches shorter, causing the long sword to penetrate his shoulder.

When Zhu Lin kicked his feet, his complexion changed drastically, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

Looking down, a blue ghost hand protruded from the soul banner, directly piercing his chest.

"You are cheating!"

Zhu Lin roared and bit the tip of his tongue.

A mouthful of blood turned into red light and spat on Wen Yue's face.

Wen Yue, who was pierced through the shoulder blade by the long sword, couldn't dodge it, and was sprayed with blood all over his face.

The blood stains condensed into a mantra that intertwined with silk threads, and disappeared above Wen Yue's head.

Tu Shanjun had already come out from the soul banner, and opened his free ghost hand to smash Zhu Lin's head.

"Sir, don't kill him yet."

Wen Yue hurriedly called to Tu Shanjun.

The ghost hand rested on Zhu Lin's forehead without dropping an inch.

But Zhu Lin had already breathed in more air than released it, and his mouth was full of blood, he still stared at Wen Yue viciously.

"What is this?" Wen Yue pointed to his forehead.

He could feel a texture forming, but he couldn't decipher it.

Zhu Lin laughed, and the blood flowed horizontally: "Hey, the method of the blood curse cannot be solved by monks without advanced cultivation."

"You just wait to be hunted down to death by my fellow disciples of Yuan Lingzong."

Zhu Lin turned his head and stared at Tu Shanjun.

"You are the soul of the soul banner, I was deceived."

Who would have thought that the master soul of a four-level demon cultivator of qi training would turn out to be an evil ghost in the middle stage of qi training.

He did not die from carelessness and underestimation of the enemy, but from poor information.

He had never heard of a monk who could step up and hold a powerful main soul.

I saw it today, but he is also going to die.

Annoyance and regret flashed in Zhu Lin's eyes. He really shouldn't get closer just to save Lingshi.

Wen Yue frowned and nodded at Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun immediately smashed Zhu Lin's head and dragged his soul into the soul banner.

(End of this chapter)