I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Mana poured into the Zunhun Banner.

The banner stretched instantly, and Tu Shanjun wrapped the seriously injured Li Qingfeng on his back.

The legs are bent.

It exploded with a bang, suddenly crossing the gate.

The monk wearing tortoise shell took the elixir fiercely and rushed to stop him again.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Tushanjun roared.

The body is full of ghost energy, and the fists explode.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

Not broken by one punch.

Then ten punches.

If ten punches are not broken, then a hundred punches are needed.

The swift ghost hands condensed into fists and punched the tortoise shell of the magical weapon enshrined on Dunshun's body.

In just a few breaths, cracks appeared in the tortoise shell of the magic weapon.

The stocky monk looked horrified.

"How can it be!"

The mana shield is about to break.

He quickly looked at Wen Lichun and shouted: "Help me."

"Crush it for me!"

Tushanjun yelled.

today.

He just wanted to take Li Qingfeng away.

No one can stop him!

boom.

The tortoise shell on Dunshou's body suddenly shattered, he vomited three large mouthfuls of blood, and his rosy face instantly turned pale.

"Don't do it yet."

"Jingle Bell."

The bell imbued with mana jingled, and invisible ripples bounded Tushanjun like a big net.

"disease."

The ebony sword flew again.

The sword light flew past Tu Shanjun's side.

The invisible sword energy sliced ​​Tushanjun's body to pieces, causing blood to flow freely.

Before Tushanjun could break out, the three of them formed a pin-shaped formation and surrounded Tushanjun in the middle.

Tu Shanjun's fists trembled slightly.

The magic weapon was shattered, but his fist also showed signs of collapse.

Scarlet ghost eyes are wary of every Qi practitioner.

Living monks are really difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, among the three of them, there is still a soft persimmon to pinch.

It is better to break one finger than to hurt ten fingers.

As long as there are casualties, there is a way to break the situation.

The young immortal master looked solemn.

He was able to kill the evil ghost by taking advantage of the opportunity. Now that the stocky priest was injured, it would be troublesome to kill the evil ghost.

Originally he thought Li Qingfeng was a threat.

Unexpectedly, the threat was not Li Qingfeng, but the sacred soul flag in his hand, and the fierce ghost inside the flag.

This ghost is very skilled in martial arts. He is so powerful in close combat, and his boxing skills are even more superb.

Not to mention that his sanity is no lower than that of ordinary people.

Even more cunning and insidious.

It's not like those muddy ghosts born naturally.

"cough."

At the moment when the stocky monk was coughing up blood, Tushanjun moved.

Get closer in three or two steps.

Seeing the ghost approaching and the powerful aura coming towards his face, the stocky monk was so frightened that he could breathe erratically.

When there is chaos, there is an opportunity.

In battle, once the breathing method is interrupted, the magic power cannot be sustained, and the breath around the body will be stagnant. At this time, the monk is most vulnerable.

It was this opportunity that Tu Shanjun grasped. He could find cleverness out of chaos and seize chestnuts out of fire.

What he caught was the time when the stocky monk was coughing up blood.

The ghost hand was like a hammer, smashing directly through the stocky monk's head.

Bang.

Like a broken jar.

Red and white syrup spread all over the floor.

Tu Shanjun pulled out his living soul and threw it into the soul flag.

The third level of Qi training has greatly improved Tu Shanjun's strength.

He is only one step away from reaching the sixth level of Qi training.

If it hadn't been for the defensive tortoise-shell magical weapon that had been protecting the stocky monk, he would have died under Tushanjun's fist.

There is no need to exhaust all the mechanisms and seize opportunities by force.

The soul flag swallowed the soul of the Qi practitioner.

The wounds on Tushanjun's fists recovered, and the places on his body cut by the sword energy also healed.

Even the puncture wound has stopped bleeding.

I don't know if Wen Lichun was too late to rescue the stocky monk, or if he didn't want to save him at all.

Even though the blood of his colleagues was splattered on the spot, his expression did not change. Instead, he stared at Tushanjun even more intensely.

Too strong.

The monk at the third level of Qi training was unable to withstand the blow.

The low-grade magic weapon was smashed to pieces with fists.

And this is just the hand of an evil ghost who is proud of the soul flag.

Such a magical weapon is definitely a treasure.

"Could it be the best magic weapon?" Wen Lichun suppressed the excitement in his heart and held the magic sword tightly.

While Wen Lichun was thinking, the guardian immortal master had already taken action.

He took the ebony magic sword into his hand, swallowed a fiery red pill, and held several long and regular stones in his hand.

"kill!"

Crisp and resolute.

The guarding immortal master came straight to Tushanjun.

In order not to hurt Li Qingfeng on his back, Tu Shanjun could only fight head-on.

In an instant, the two of them fought together.

Wen Lichun was not idle and joined the battlefield.

The entire central hall of the Yamen was in a mess.

Half of it was in ruins.

Now there is only one big roof left, which is still precariously supported by a few pillars.

Tu Shanjun's fists hit the flesh.

However, the body of the guarding immortal master was protected by golden light. Although it was not as good as the magic weapon tortoise shell, it could still withstand a large amount of damage.

On the contrary, the wounds on Tushanjun's body increased again.

If they delay it any longer, they will be lambs to be slaughtered as soon as Li Qingfeng's magic power becomes ineffective.

We must find a way to break the situation.

Moreover, the worshiper from Liang Ducai always used the magic weapon bell to influence Tushanjun.

The already disadvantaged battle was once again deflected.

"We must find an opportunity to kill one of them. All we need to do is break through the sixth level of Qi training."

Tushanjun is looking for an opportunity.

But he saw Wen Lichun attacking his back with every move, as if he wanted to kill Li Qingfeng.

In order to protect Li Qingfeng, Tu Shanjun had no choice but to give up his position and face the two of them head-on.

As he tossed and turned, the number of wounds on his body increased again.

The guarding immortal master frowned. He felt that this was too despicable, but he couldn't reprimand him verbally.

On the battlefield, the most useful moves are good moves, even if they are despicable and sinister, they don't care about many.

The top priority is to kill the ghosts and destroy the soul banner.

Wen Lichun slapped his little Jiujiu.

Why not use ghosts to destroy this disciple of the Five Spirits Sect?

Anyway, others don’t know what’s going on, so there is one less person to share the spoils with.

Although the Wuling Sect Qi Practitioner's belongings will be asked back by other sects, the fat man's belongings are still stored in the talisman.

Wen Lichun immediately decided to pretend that he was lacking mana, and the influence of the bell was also reduced.

In this way, the disciples of the Wuling Sect, who are the main force, will definitely bear the greatest pressure.

Maybe if he withdraws his hand even slightly, the whole situation will be reversed.

The guarding immortal master looked solemn, and the mana of the casual cultivator seemed to be insufficient.

Now that 70% of the pressure is on him, the situation is not good.

Sensing an opportunity, Tu Shanjun suppressed the joy in his heart, fought back, and slowly moved closer to Wen Lichun.

Since a person with weak magic power has appeared, it is just a breakthrough.

"Suffer death."

Tu Shanjun, who also pretended to be depressed, took the lead in attacking.

Wen Lichun's eyes widened and he hurriedly activated his magic power.

It’s time to ring the ritual bell.

He never thought that this ghost was also pretending.

Why not attack the guarding immortal master who bears 70% of the pressure, but attack him instead?

But he forgot that in battle, you have to pick the weakest persimmons.

The bell was shot away instantly.

At the same time, the ghost claw that freed his hand smashed Wen Lichun's head.

Grab the living soul from the fourth level of Qi training and throw it into the soul banner.

Tu Shanjun's strength suddenly broke through the sixth level of Qi training.

"Roar!"

Severe ghost roars shook the place.

"broken!"

The guarding immortal master's expression immediately turned pale with fright, his face turned ashen.

After killing the Qi Practitioner, this ghost broke through and became even more tyrannical.

"Bang."

Tu Shanjun slapped the guarding immortal master on the chest.

The protective golden light immediately went out.

The guarding immortal master flew out and directly broke the pillars of the nave, causing the big roof above his head to fall down.

There was a boom.

The broken trees and rocks were scattered.

Dust flew and smoke flew everywhere.

Tu Shanjun supported his body and protected Li Qingfeng under his ribs.

Bear all the weight in one go.

Until it no longer collapses

But at this time, Tushanjun felt that the magic power that supported him was fading.

Reach out and explore the breath of the person under your ribs.

The body trembled slightly.

Li Qingfeng's face was peaceful, but there was no life left.

The only remaining spiritual stone in his hand turned into powder and was still tightly held in his hand.

Until his death, he never forgot to provide his magic power to the Soul Banner.

Li Qingfeng is dead!

Tushanjun could see that his body was getting darker.

He is about to return to the Zunhun Banner.

"ah!"

Ghosts howl and roar.

Yin Qi is entrenched and will not dissipate for a long time.

Tu Shanjun clenched his fists.

Hit the ground hard.

he.

Broken promise.

He said he would take Li Qingfeng out to kill him.

He said.

"Bata."

A crystal drop fell on the ground.