I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

this moment.

Thousands of spiritual lights light up in the dark night.

Come to the Zunhun Banner that stands in the Ghost King's Hall.

Under the bright moon, Tu Shanjun felt that he was full of strength again. He looked in the direction of the Ghost King's Palace and suddenly became silent. He was ready to lose, but did he still want to lose now?

"Ha ha……"

"How can you do this?" Tu Shanjun laughed helplessly.

Because he wants them to live, he fights, and they want him to live, so Iribata.

Tushanjun sighed.

"If you enter the flag, you will never be reincarnated."

…

"This magic weapon is really interesting." The unfamiliar Jindan monk marveled and looked at the soul flag in the formation through the small formation that shrouded the side. His eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry.

"It's rare to see a magic weapon soul flag."

"Even the Blood Evil Sect, which is famous for this magical weapon, doesn't have many magic weapon-level soul flags."

"What's more, judging from the aura, the one in front of me is very likely to be among the top grades. I'm afraid it can reach the level of Luan Fan."

The angry shout interrupted the strange monk's seriousness: "Who are you and why are you here?"

The strange monk turned around and said loudly: "Oh, you are the Blue-Eyed Ghost King, right? You really don't know me, but this invasion of Daheishan was planned by me. If you say this, maybe you will be deeply impressed. ”

The blue-eyed ghost king coldly snorted: "It's up to you?!"

The monk in front of him was just an early stage golden elixir, and he looked very ordinary, even if he was thrown into a crowd, he would be ordinary.

Such a person, who has cultivation but no cultivation, and temperament but no temperament, is only worthy of being cannon fodder in a battle of wits. How could he be the mastermind of the invasion of Daheishan as he boasted.

"If you are the planner, I will be the peak monk." As the blue-eyed ghost king spoke, he stared at the faceless ghost with a vigilant expression, his consciousness firmly locked on the strange figure in front of him.

The Faceless Ghost didn't seem to have any intentions towards this excellent magic weapon.

Instead, he turned around, looked at Tushanjun in the sky, and suddenly said: "No wonder I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. It turned out to be in my hand."

"Eh? The Heavenly Ghost King has understood the true meaning."

The faceless ghost was not surprised at all, and then looked at the blue-eyed ghost king with interest, and then said: "Hey, do you want to help your king?"

The blue-eyed ghost king asked solemnly: "What do you mean?"

"This soul flag still lacks something, otherwise he would not use it."

"what?"

After the faceless ghost pondered, he said with some uncertainty: "A golden elixir yin god."

"I can see clearly that this magic weapon can be called the best, but it cannot be called the top. If there is another Jindan Yin Shen, he can use the magic weapon to turn defeat into victory."

"You don't think that the current Heavenly Ghost King is very strong, do you? He is already at the end of his strength and has lost half of his life.

"It was just the straw that broke his life."

"Think about it yourself."

As the faceless ghost finished speaking, his face burned, and his entire body turned into ashes and disappeared.

The blue-eyed ghost king didn't even know how the other party disappeared, so he could only activate his divine consciousness to the extreme in order to find the faceless ghost.

But he couldn't find it, and he saw signs of the king's defeat in the sky.

"A golden elixir yin god."

"Where can I go to find a golden elixir god!"

The Blue-Eyed Ghost King gritted his teeth. If he had just taken action to keep the strange Jindan cultivator, there might be a chance for another Jindan Yin Shen.

But now there are no redundant Jindan Yinshen in the entire Daheishan.

"I..." The Blue-Eyed Ghost King suddenly looked back and murmured: "Golden Pill Yin Shen?"

Isn't he the golden elixir monk?

As long as he takes out his own Yin God and puts it into the soul flag to advance the magic weapon, he may be able to turn defeat into victory. Moreover, he saw with his own eyes that after the foundation-building Yin God entered the soul flag, the king's aura stabilized.

if……

"But."

The blue-eyed ghost king gritted his teeth. He wanted to find Nie Quanjiu. With Nie Quanjiu's foolish and loyal character, he would definitely put his Yinshen into the soul flag and make the magic weapon stronger to help the king turn defeat into victory.

However, he is afraid of death.

He cherishes his life and body.

The king is indeed worth following, but wouldn't it be foolish to die to help?

It is estimated that only Nie Quanjiu and Ma Lu will be able to do such stupid things in the future.

If he goes to Nie Quanjiu, Nie Quanjiu will definitely not say anything more, and will only say a few words: "I am a scholar, different from you."

This time around, maybe the king has been defeated.

"Straight bitch! That bitch really gave me a problem."

The blue-eyed ghost king turned around.

When he thought of what the king patted his shoulder and said to him calmly, the blue-eyed ghost king stopped moving forward.

The king will die, and so will the monks in Daheishan. He may be able to escape with his life, but the place to settle down is gone, and from now on they will all be lost dogs.

A series of ghosts flew past him.

The blue-eyed ghost king suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

Even tears welled up in the corners of his eyes: "You can really win people's hearts, making even death not so scary for me. My king, you are really scary."

Turning around, the blue-eyed ghost king walked towards the soul flag.

His back is lonely, but he doesn't seem to be alone.

…

"That's it."

Tu Shanjun was disappointed.

Even with the support of those mainstays, he was no match for the Heavenly Ghost King. With only six or seven points of mana left, he might not even be able to keep the Ghost King alive in a few moments.

"Tushanjun, go to hell!" the Heavenly Ghost King roared, raising the long magic weapon in his hand.

The black aura surrounded him, and everything around him seemed to have stopped at this moment. Only the raging true intention of the Heavenly Ghost King was left, crushing the Fang Qi machine around Tu Shanjun.

It's like the surging river water covering a reef, without any difficulty.

Buzz!

Tushanjun's eyes regained clarity.

His cultivation actually broke through the peak of Jindan at this moment.

The power of Yin Shen is matched by such an extremely powerful and strange body.

Tu Shanjun raised his fist, his bow was as full as the moon, gathering all his fist power.

This is a blow struck by all the Yin gods in the soul flag.

This is also the most powerful punch that Tu Shanjun uses to strengthen the Zhangliu Ghost King's body after he breaks through to the peak of the Golden Core.

There are also strengths and weaknesses among people at the same level.

What's more, he is facing a severely injured peak person who has just realized the true meaning of his strength. His current energy is enough to hold Fa Gang up. If the other party wants to perish, then burst out all the vitality in an instant and give it to him.

He was a dead person anyway, so this strange body was a disaster, just in time to wipe him out.

The Heavenly Ghost King pushed his true intention to the extreme.

A stick fell.

The ashes disappear and the vegetation wilts.

The four directions that were originally full of vitality have turned into ghosts and ghosts, without any life in sight.

However, Tushanjun is swimming against the current with this true intention.

The body rotted, the scales fell off, the long scarlet hair turned pale, the originally stern face also looked old, the broken flesh and blood slowly disappeared, and even the skeleton became dull.

"True meaning."

"Whatever the true meaning is, just punch me." Tu Shanjun roared. He was already the strongest in cultivation. Even if he couldn't release his true meaning, so what, he had forced out all his vitality.

He has definitely died in this battle.

The Heavenly Ghost King roared, "Death!!!"

He knew that even if he took this punch, he would not necessarily die.

But he wouldn't resist this punch.

He was indeed at the end of his strength, but compared to Tushanjun who was in dire straits, he was still able to retreat. As long as he dodges this punch, he can still kill Tushanjun here even if he can no longer use his true intention due to his body condition.

Contrary to what he expected, the force of this punch was actually light and airy.

The Heavenly Ghost King was somewhat doubtful about the power of this punch.

He even felt that Tu Shanjun had no strength to fight anymore.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's ghost hand fell on his very short ghost horns, gripped it hard, and embedded it into his flesh. What followed was not a strong wind at all.

It wasn't a fist, but a square shape that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

"That is?"

"Bang!"

The seal of Daheishanhe County fell hard on the head of the Heavenly Ghost King.

The red and white colors flowed out all at once, as if a dyeing workshop had been opened.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the ghost horns were broken.

Brains burst and sputter.

Most of the head was gone.

"Fake!"

This is the last consciousness of the Heavenly Ghost King, a horrifying consciousness.

It wasn't that he thought his death was a fake, but that the powerful punch turned out to be a fake.

It's a time like this, when you try your best, it's just a fake move.

Just to fix his figure.

Crazy gambler.

A crazier gambler than him!

"If you have a magic weapon, I won't use it. I'll fight you with my fists. Do you think I'm stupid?" Tu Shanjun lowered his arms, and he was still holding part of the head of the Heavenly Ghost King tightly.

This blow also deformed his palm.

However, it's all worth it.

Tushanjun couldn't help but lower his head, looking at his body that was riddled with holes. Half of his body was just a skeleton, and his crazy long scarlet hair was all dull and pale.

The mana dries up, the vitality is exhausted, and the Yinshen burns.

These three combined into one cannot be saved by gods.

Tushanjun's hanging arm slowly lifted up.

Use the remaining magic power to summon the Soul Reverend Banner, and then use all the strength of his body and the last remaining power of the Yin God to throw the Soul Reverend Banner.

He has not absorbed the power of the Heavenly Ghost King and the Yin God. Even if he had, with the strength of the Heavenly Ghost King, the Yin God would be able to escape far faster than he could take action.

The Zunhun Banner disappeared into the sky.

Tushanjun's monster body fell from the sky.

…

A quarter of an hour later.

A brilliant figure appeared in the sky above Dahei Mountain.

The man was tall and tall, with white beard and hair. He wore a golden hair crown and a nine-yang flame divine robe. His chest rose and fell, and his spiritual consciousness and energy covered the entire Dahei Mountain.

Divine consciousness sweeps.

Plowing back and forth as if unwilling to give up, in the end I could only hear the figure in the sky sighing: "I'm late, are you late?"

He came as quickly as possible.

Naihe met two monks with true meaning in the late stage of Jindan on the road.

If it is an ordinary late-stage Golden Elixir, killing him is like killing a dog or a chicken.

However, having true meaning is different.

Having true meaning represents a higher level, which has a huge impact on combat power.