I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

The old man in ragged clothes finally laughed.

He gripped the Bone Dragon Binding Spear tightly and injected his magic power into it. The cracks on the Lingbao no longer spread, but shrank a lot. Unfortunately, there were still cracks.

The old man sighed slightly, the damage caused in order to buy so much time was really unacceptable. But fortunately, his magical power has already been achieved. Under the cover of his true intention and magical power, his power will only become stronger.

He immediately looked at Tu Shanjun and said with a grin: "Boy, the devil's heart has been drawn to heaven, and I am invincible to the Blood Evil Sect. Just let me go and capture you, old man, maybe if I am in a good mood, I can spare your reincarnation!"

Tu Shanjun silently raised the soul-honoring flag in his hand.

The banner suddenly opened up.

Hunting in the strong wind.

He murmured softly: "I don't know whether you absorb the demonic energy faster or I kill faster!"

The old man snorted coldly. The influx of demonic energy made him feel as if he had returned to his peak. Both his magical power and physical energy and blood were rising rapidly, and perhaps he had surpassed him at this time.

Therefore, he is not in a hurry. The longer time passes, the stronger he will become.

"Reincarnation?"

"I have been a lonely ghost in this world for a long time, how can I reincarnate again? And the initiator of all this..." He raised his eyes, and the fierce and cold eyes covered everyone in the Blood Evil Sect.

It was a fierce consciousness filled with supreme murderous intent.

Turning his wrist, Tu Shanjun said softly: "I have forgotten how long it has been since I used my full strength."

"The support of mana is never enough."

"Fortunately, I can use all my power this time!"

"It is indeed a good thing to cooperate with Zhenjun Taiyi." After the words fell, Tu Shanjun waved his soul flag.

Thousands of evil ghosts rushed out in all directions like escaped tigers. If you were watching from the ground, you might think they were black clouds covering the sky and the sun, swallowing up all the light as they escaped.

Even the old man in ragged clothes was startled. He stared blankly at the overwhelming black clouds. There were hundreds of thousands of evil spirits and ghosts in them, not to mention golden elixirs and foundations, which were more powerful than the backbone of the Blood Evil Sect. huge.

Usually gathered in the soul flag, it is still unknown.

When it is released, it really summons the stars, summons ghosts and shakes the cups and plates, and makes people feel cold when the mountains are full of ghosts.

The old demon in the corner, with green face and fangs, sternly holding a banner, has a dark look in his eyes.

He opened his arms.

Like a ghost king giving orders, he roared loudly and screamed: "Kill!"

The evil spirits released by Tushanjun also quickly rushed into the thirty-two peaks and twenty-one floating islands of the Xuesha Sect.

The demon who had been hiding early shivered and wished he could dig a hole to hide his own. However, it still underestimated the old demon. The murderous ferocity of the old demon was simply unheard of.

This thunderous method did not give the old man any way to survive.

…

fog.

Heavy fog.

It was clearly noon, but the fog was so gloomy that it dripped water. Unlike the tentacle-like black demonic energy, these fogs seemed to be integrated, with nothing separating them at all.

The voices of the senior brothers and sisters just now were still in my ears, but now there was only silence. Suddenly, a sound broke through the air, and a beautiful figure passed by him. He could even smell the scent of rouge and light powder that it brought with it.

When he opened his eyes wide, the figure had already rushed out of the door and opened a hole with the magic weapon in his hand.

Through the light, he could see clearly that the person was Senior Sister Du from the inner sect.

Senior Sister Du is very good-looking, with willow eyebrows, and a plump figure like that of the water snake, with swaying lotus steps. Every time he saw Senior Sister Du, he felt his heart beat faster and his Dantian was filled with flames.

By the way, Senior Sister Du also has a mole next to her nose.

It just decorated her appearance, just like the one in front of him..., his eyes widened and he screamed in horror. In front of him was a head, a beautiful head, staring at him with open eyes.

He quickly covered his mouth. He had already spotted the figure in the mist that had beheaded Senior Sister Du. The thing's back was broad, and when he looked up, he saw a faint fierce light in its godless eyes.

This was his last remaining memory. As for what it would be like after death, he didn't know. He only felt that it was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see, hear, or feel...

Until he was pulled out of Hei Gulongdong's mouth by ghost hands.

He saw the evil ghosts that pierced through and covered the entire sect. They were like tides running out of the thick fog, but they were converging towards one place.

That seemed to be the place where the fog was the deepest.

He saw the senior brothers and sisters he knew, some were confused, and some were still awake with their souls, just like him.

Those senior brothers and sisters who are above the foundation level are rarely chaotic, except for those who are infiltrated by demonic energy.

Most of them were caught in the hands of the evil ghost, or chained to the shoulders and dragged to the ground. The chains formed by black threads penetrated the body, as if they had grown into the flesh, and they could not break free at all.

In the deepest part of the mist, countless evil ghosts solemnly handed over their locked souls and ghosts. They were no longer unruly wild beasts, but more like well-trained elites. The armored soldiers advance and retreat in a well-organized manner, and the formation is formed.

In the place where the ghosts were guarding him, he saw a figure holding a small black and red flag. He shook the small flag in his hand and absorbed the souls and ghosts. The figure shaking the small flag was clearly the master of Jindan.

In fact, what he didn't know was that there were nine other places like this place.

They didn't know that they were already trapped in the killing array arranged by the Ghost King above. He struggled to get up, but the shackles on his shoulders were particularly heavy, weighing him down so much that he couldn't move and could only look up.

"Blood Evil Sect, it's over!"

He cried loudly and could only let the golden elixir master Yin Shen pull him through the chain. Then, the golden elixir evil ghost threw him into the spinning little flag, and there was no more life. Come.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"Help."

"ah!"

"..."

No matter how free and easy they are, or how ruthless they are, when facing such evil spirits who are unable to resist at all, they can still only expose their weakness, let alone die silently.

Standing in the sky, Master Xuansha seemed to be stunned, his arms trembled slightly, and the aura of the ultimate magic weapon, the man-killing ax, flickered on and off.

He had already ordered resistance.

However, in the divine channel technique of these two Nascent Soul monks, not to mention the disciples, even the Jindan elders can only dodge in a hurry, otherwise they will be attracted by the demonic energy, or be caught up by the Jindan level evil spirits. .

Each of the Jindan Yinshen released by the Zunhun Banner is an existence that can stand alone.

The Heavenly Corpse and the Earthly Corpse of the Corpse Demon Sect, the Heavenly Ghost King of the Netherworld, Chi Xuan, the Savior Master of the Incense Cave, Ding Xie of the Wanfa Sect, the souls of the three tigers integrated with the Corpse Demon Sect, Hei Feng, Xue Chan, and the Three Body of the Blood Demon Sect. Demons and ghosts, the Ghost King of Daheishan, the monk Juefa of the White Bone Temple who broke the precepts, the Golden Pill of Juting Lake, the Golden Pill of Chi Wu Sect, the Golden Pill of Rakshasa Xu, the digital masters of Lingmo Sect, the master Yu Xiuchuan, and other sects exchanged them The Yin Shen of the Golden Pill, the Grand Master of the Golden Pill obtained from the Jubao Tower...

Even Master Xuan Sha, who is protected by the best magic weapon, dare not fall into it. There are five or six peak masters alone. These golden elixirs can tear him into pieces without the help of magic weapons or spiritual treasures.

One goes down and the other goes up.

The old man in ragged clothes was horrified to find that his breath was rising extremely slowly.

The aura of the top-horned ghost king holding the soul flag was rising rapidly, and in an instant he had surpassed him, the ancestor of the Blood Evil Sect who was using magic skills.

…

"Bitter!" Taiyi Zhenjun, who was fighting Yang Zongchen, gave a bitter smile.

More than 20% of his magic power had just disappeared, which was an extremely terrifying figure. The exercises he practiced were the most core Taoist exercises in the sect's inheritance.

Even though he is only in the early stage of Yuanying, his magical power far exceeds that of monks of the same level. Ordinary Yuanyings have about two or three, and together they can be compared with him.

It is this kind of cultivation that makes me feel even more surprised.

The visor rotated and a pill was put into the mouth, which immediately turned into pure mana to replenish. Taiyi Zhenjun was fortunate that the extraction of mana over there had stabilized, otherwise he would have had to swallow pills again.

"How many Yin gods and evil ghosts are there in that soul flag?" This is obviously not the time to think about this. Yang Zongchen's fire phoenix wheel is both offensive and defensive, and it is even more comfortable when combined with the Yangyan fire phoenix.

"Buzz!"

Sunrise Raid.

Taiyi Zhenjun combined his hands, and his white armor suddenly formed the shape of a shield, resisting the attack of the spiritual treasure. The six edges under his feet turned into a lotus platform. True Lord Taiyi took advantage of the situation and sat cross-legged. With a flick of his hand, the dogs escaped from the lotus platform.

Yang Zongchen's complexion changed slightly.

Those are not dogs at all but agency puppets.

He used the sun wheel to smash several of them, but those broken arms were put back together after being collected by Liuhe Prism, as if he could repair the puppets in a short time.

"Why are you so difficult to deal with!" Yang Zongchen cursed secretly.

In the past, it was not so difficult to fight against the geniuses of the same generation in the Eastern Wilderness Realm.

He didn't dare to actually touch it and fight up close.

The White-clothed True Monarch has a precious mirror on his head, wears soft armor, rings a bell to shake the soul, and is assisted by a group of puppets who are not afraid of death. The Liuhe Prism is like a treasure bag, and new spiritual treasures are taken out from time to time.

At this moment, Kung Fu had already taken out four spiritual treasures.

Thinking that he, the leader of his generation from Tianyang Shenzong, only owned two spiritual treasures, how could He De have so many? What is even more strange is where did he get so much mana to activate these spiritual treasures.

In fact, Yang Zongchen made a miscalculation. Counting the Sovereign Soul Banner, Taiyi Zhenjun was actually driving five spiritual treasures, especially the Sovereign Soul Banner also released all the evil ghosts, which was another huge consumption of mana.

"Who are you?! A descendant of which big sect in the Eastern Wilderness?" Yang Zongchen recalled the sun wheel. The outer round wheel surrounded it, and the inner round sun disk protected his body. While resisting the puppet wild dogs, he asked Taiyi Zhen Jun.

"Ancient Shen Sect?"

"Great Galaxy Palace?"

"..."

"Red Flame Divine Phoenix Sect?"

"No, your spell aura is very different from theirs. There are many sects and sects in the Eastern Wasteland, but none of them have an aura like yours."

"Who are you on earth, and how did you acquire this secret skill of puppet manipulation, and how did you acquire the spiritual treasure and powerful mana?"

"Are you a monk from another realm?"

Taiyi Zhenjun said nothing and just controlled the wild dog puppet with his spiritual consciousness. The treasure mirror above his head shone on Yang Zongchen, and the copper bell in his hand floated beside him under the blessing of magic power, releasing a faint sound wave.

"Whoa, who the hell are you!"

"Hide your head and show your tail, don't you even dare to admit the inheritance of the exercises you have practiced, and dare not tell others?"

"Are you ashamed to admit it, or are you afraid of something?"

"That's right, even if you tell me about the inheritance of pickling, I don't know about it." Yang Zongchen laughed loudly and pushed Yang Yan to the extreme, sarcastically.

Taiyi Zhenjun's face was gloomy and terrifying. His inheritance did not allow others to insult him like this. Just listen to him say in a deep voice: "I am the True Lord Taiyi, the direct descendant of Taiyi Shengxian Sect!"

"Taiyi Shengxian Sect?"

"You have such an arrogant tone, you dare to give such a name. But it is indeed a nameless sect that I have never heard of before, and it is not worth mentioning at all." Yang Zongchen said pretending to be relaxed, but his eyes were extremely serious.

Taiyi Zhenjun squinted his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, I will beat you to death with the inheritance of the 'Unknown Little Sect' in a while!"