I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Tushanjun looked solemn.

He didn't know how powerful the ghost in this picture was.

The most important thing is that the banner master is in a very bad state now.

At a glance, after the scroll was completely opened, the five people had fallen to the ground crookedly.

Even Li Qingfeng, who was at the first level of Qi training, was no exception.

It was useless for Tushanjun to remind Li Qingfeng.

The Zunhun Banner can only sway slightly.

Without the support of mana, there is no way to take action and can only watch helplessly.

The scroll spreads a light pink mist.

As the five people fainted and fell to the ground, the man in the painting began to move his body.

First the eyes.

It turns around and comes alive.

Then the head controls the body, and the limbs slowly stretch.

As if not satisfied with being trapped in the painting, the person in the painting reaches out his hand.

A pale arm suddenly lifted up and stretched out from the painting, its scarlet nails seemed to drip with blood.

The white thighs swayed.

He probed around with his toes and finally landed on the floor of the private room.

The scarlet toenails contrast with the white feet, making them look quite delicate.

After a while, the female ghost in the painting walked out of the scroll.

Tu Shanjun kept reminding Li Qingfeng, but Li Qingfeng slept like a dead pig and couldn't wake up at all.

It doesn't matter if he can't wake him up. As long as there is a trace of mana pouring into the Soul Flag, he can take action.

No matter what happens, as long as he uses his magic power, he will most likely wake up from the smoke of the scroll ghost.

However, Li Qingfeng didn't seem to realize that he should use his magic power to resist the ghost's tricks until now.

Tushanjun could only worry.

Useless.

The coolness of the Soul Flag cannot wake up Li Qingfeng.

"I just got the banner master, and I'm about to be harmed by a ghost before I can warm myself up?" Tu Shanjun frowned, worry lingering in his brows.

When the leader feels angry, he can still punch.

Although he has no bottom, he is still calm enough.

But it's different now, it's time to endanger the life of the new leader.

The naked woman looked around, and finally focused on the five people lying on the ground.

The beautiful face suddenly split into three slits, forming a triangle shape, and the skin and flesh were opened, squeaking open like a zipper.

Until the layer of beautiful womanly skin on her body completely faded away.

Tu Shanjun pondered: "Painted skin? It doesn't look like it."

You could say she looks like a painting, but inside she is not a green-skinned ghost with round eyes and chiseled teeth.

Instead, the body has fine hairs.

It has a human body with a grimace and a thick black tail, looking like a rickety old monkey.

"It's not like a mandrill, but more like a mandrill ghost." Tushanjun recognized the appearance of this beast. It was exactly a mandrill, but it was probably a dead mandrill.

After death, he turned into a ghost and attached himself to this scroll.

The layer of human skin on the scroll should be its disguise.

Mandrill stretched his body and stared at Li Qingfeng who fell on the ground with bright eyes, as if he was seeing delicious food.

The remaining four people were not in its eyes at all.

But it was a little afraid and didn't dare to step forward, moving its body timidly.

Tu Shanjun's ghost face showed a ferocious aura. This beast actually coveted the fruit he cultivated. If it weren't for the lack of magical support, he would have jumped out and tore this mandrill ghost to pieces.

Li Qingfeng has entered the first level of Qi training, and his body has been washed by Qi. The turbid Qi has gone, but the spiritual light remains.

It is normal for this thing to covet Li Qingfeng's flesh and blood.

After all, as long as he swallows Li Qingfeng, who is at the first level of Qi training, the mandrill ghost can advance further, which is much faster than swallowing the Yang Qi of a mortal.

From Mandrill's point of view, Li Qingfeng was the most delicious tonic.

As for fear.

It was because he was afraid of Li Qingfeng's identity as a Qi practitioner.

The energy stored in the Dantian is mana, and ghosts and ghosts are naturally afraid of this majestic energy.

Tu Shanjun watched the mandrill ghost move over step by step.

The long ghost hands reveal sharp nails, as sharp as knives.

The ghost claw is getting closer and closer to Li Qingfeng's neck.

Because the ghost claws were too sharp, Li Qingfeng's body had already reacted, and the cold hairs on his neck stood up.

Tushanjun in the Zunhun Banner drives forty-five ghosts in the banner.

"Whether it will work or not depends on this moment."

"Try it all for me."

Forty-five ghosts and ghosts were tossed together. The ghost transformed by Zhao Shixian was at the third level of Qi training, and there was an unknown ghost at the first level of Qi training. Counting Tu Shanjun himself, he was the main soul at the fourth level of Qi training.

A total of forty-six ghosts were tossing around inside the soul flag.

Everyone tried their best.

The soul flag vibrated, slid out along Li Qingfeng's chest, and touched Li Qingfeng's neck.

Coolness on the head.

Li Qingfeng, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What is it, so cold?"

When he turned over, he directly saw the mandrill stretching out its ghost claws, trying to catch him.

"monster!"

While widening his eyes, he grasped the Soul Flag tightly.

The refreshing coolness eased the tension in my heart, and I felt much calmer.

The mandrill ghost had already appeared, and he was startled when he saw Li Qingfeng waking up from the dreamy smoke it created. It's just that now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

Once it has devoured Li Qingfeng's spiritual body, it will just leave.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng hadn't used his magic power yet, it wouldn't miss this opportunity and grabbed Li Qingfeng's neck with its ghost hands.

Opening his big mouth, revealing a mouth like jagged teeth, he bit Li Qingfeng's neck.

Li Qingfeng was just a scholar. He had never seen such a battle before and was so frightened that he closed his eyes.

Tushanjun, who was preparing to go out in the Zunhun Banner, finally gathered his thousands of words into a national curse.

"Grass!"

Is this a critical moment when you close your eyes and wait for death?

Fortunately, although Li Qingfeng closed his eyes, he also placed the Soul Reverend Flag above his head, and accidentally parried the mandrill ghost's bite.

Li Qingfeng didn't know how powerful the artifact was.

He can actually resist a bite from the spirit.

In addition, after practicing qi, the body has been baptized by magic power and the turbid qi has faded away. Even in the martial arts world, he is considered a master above the innate level.

Although I don’t understand anything, I can still resist for a few times even if I resist hard.

His face turned red, even purple.

Li Qingfeng decided to take a gamble.

"Sacred weapon save me!"

Mana poured into the Zunhun Banner.

Once the Zunhun Banner absorbed all the mana from Li Qingfeng's first level of Qi training, not a single bit was left.

Li Qingfeng secretly thought that something was wrong. He only wanted the artifact to save his life, but he didn't know if his level of Qi training was enough to control the soul flag.

Sweeping it all away like a water pump.

Li Qingfeng's purple face showed a weak paleness.

The mandrill ghost still wants to take action.

The soul-honoring flag in Li Qingfeng's hand suddenly opened, and his body suddenly regained its strength.

Thick blue arms stretched out from the banner.

He pressed the mandrill ghost's head.

The huge ghost hand held the mandrill ghost's head like it was grasping a round apple.

Li Qingfeng held the Soul Flag tightly. Because his mana was exhausted, his body was weak and he took two steps back. On the contrary, he could see more clearly.

In addition to being horrified, he lost his voice.

I couldn't speak at all.

The strong evil ghost jumped out of the soul flag and held down the spirit.

A green face with fangs, red hair scattered wildly, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face.

The evil ghost turned his back to him, and his broad back looked even more muscular.

Turn your head slightly.

The scarlet ghost glanced at him.

Then he kicked the human skin back into the scroll, and then grabbed the mandrill and returned to the Zunhun Banner.

As if its mana had been exhausted, the Zunhun Banner changed from a foot long to a foot long.

Li Qingfeng was so frightened that he threw the soul flag on the ground.

He fell to the ground and was dazed for a long time.

Tu Shanjun sighed, this scholar's psychological quality still needs to be improved.

This is just a mandrill ghost who has just entered the level. Even if he doesn't need the soul flag, he can win with only mana.

With this mandrill ghost, the Soul Reverend Banner becomes a little deeper.

Moreover, after Tushanjun captured the mandrill ghost, he used Wenpo and got a skill seed 'Dream'.