I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Shizhu looked at the sound.

The person who stopped him was a thin high school senior with a goatee in a long robe.

The man's cheeks were sunken, his brows were gloomy, and his eyes were too sharp, making people want to avoid him at a glance.

Shizhu was no exception, but he still stopped and asked, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Zhou Liang narrowed his eyes, and there was a faint evil aura lingering around Shi Zhu.

It didn't look like it was left after killing people, but rather like the light gray evil spirit possessed by some heavenly material and earthly treasure.

This actually made him care.

Even if there was a mana fluctuation in the Hou Mansion, he didn't care.

It would be better to say that there happened to be a fluctuation there, attracting other casual cultivators in the enshrinement building, making it easier for him to act.

"Is this where Xiang Hu and Xiang Baihu live?"

Zhou Liang glanced at Xiang Hu's door, then looked at Shi Zhu.

Shi Zhu did not cover up, but nodded: "Yes, but Xiang Baihu is no longer on duty and has been transferred to the prison."

"I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave first."

The stone pillars are about to go away.

"Wait a minute."

"What else do you want?"

Shi Zhu held down the waist knife and looked impatient.

He entrusted the boss with important matters, but now he had no time to chat with others.

Moreover, when this person saw Xiu Yiwei, he was not afraid of him, as if he didn't take Xiu Yiwei into his eyes at all.

Although he is reckless, he has developed some sense of words over the years. This person is by no means a commoner.

"I am worshiping Immortal Master Lou."

Zhou Liang revealed his identity.

He took off the token from his waist and threw it to Shizhu.

The stone pillar was caught firmly, and when I touched the material, I found four gilded characters on it: "Dai Liang Sacrifice". ’

"I didn't know that the immortal master was in person, so please forgive me."

Shizhu quickly lowered his head and returned the token with both hands.

Zhou Liang used his magic power to retrieve the token: "I don't know if it's strange, I just want to ask you something."

"Excuse me, Immortal Master."

"A few months ago, when you were escorting the body of Immortal Master Lou for worship, did you get anything from that demon cultivator?"

Shi Zhu thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "No."

Zhou Liang did not believe that there was nothing, otherwise it would be difficult to explain the evil spirit on the soldier.

"Tell me in detail what happened during the escort of the body back."

Shizhu recalled what happened in those days.

Because of the bizarre relationship, the memory remains fresh.

Tushanjun smelled the familiar scent of blood evil.

The goatee in front of me is a monk, and he also practices the blood evil method.

The other party is the other offerings in the Liangdu Enshrinement Building.

That means this person has probably seen Li Qingfeng's body.

Because he is very familiar with the aura of the Blood Evil Dafa.

Shizhu thought.

Recalling what happened during that half month.

Suddenly I remembered something.

He didn't care much at first, but when he remembered what was lining his chest, Shizhu's expression immediately changed.

Just as he was about to reach out, he restrained himself and scratched the itch instead.

This small move was also caught by Zhou Liang, who was concentrating on it.

He didn't believe that this person was just scratching an itch.

"Soldier, what are you carrying in your arms?"

Shi Zhu hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't blame me, Immortal Master, it's just the half pancake leftover from the villain's morning meal."

"The villain is checking to see if he's still here. Without half of the pancake, I'm going to be hungry at noon."

As he spoke, he smiled with a low eyebrow.

As if trying to win Zhou Liang's trust, Shi Zhu actually took out half of the leftover pancake from the inner lining.

But Zhou Liang didn't believe a word of it. He clearly noticed something unusual at that moment, and it definitely shouldn't be the half-stiff pancake in front of him.

"Take it out." The goateeed immortal master stretched out his hand confidently.

"Half a pancake indeed."

"Don't force someone to take action."

The immortal master's face suddenly darkened, and his whole body was covered with magic power.

Shizhu ran away.

No matter what he was hiding, it was given to him by the boss and he could not give it to this person.

Even if this is an ordinary thing in itself, what if the immortal master has malicious intentions to take it away?

Shi Zhu didn't dare to bet that the other party would return the things to him safely.

If it were really a treasure, it would be even more impossible to show it to the immortal master.

"boom."

Goatee takes action boldly.

Shizhu was staggered.

The palm-sized jade object in my arms fell out along the opening of the lining.

The stone pillars rolled and climbed, trying to pick up the things dropped in front of them with their heavy bodies.

But there was one hand that was faster than him.

He had left his goatee on because he was afraid that if he beat someone to death, it would be difficult to interrogate him.

He didn't expect that this blow would actually hit something.

He didn't notice it when he picked up the sacred flag.

It's cold in the hand, lingering with a faint evil spirit, very mysterious.

After looking at it, he knew what it was.

This is clearly a magical weapon recorded in the Blood Evil Dafa.

Zunhun banner.

Most of the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect who became Qi Practitioners would sacrifice and refine the Soul Flag to become their own magic weapon.

Zhou Liang ordered mana to flow into the Soul Flag.

The palm-sized flag suddenly became three feet long.

The face of the flag is open, and the face of the ferocious evil ghost is lifelike, as if it will crawl out of the flag at any time.

"Magical weapon, soul-honoring flag!"

Zhou Liang was so excited that he was incoherent.

His eyes were full of surprise and surprise.

If you think about it carefully, it actually makes sense.

The Blood Evil Dafa clearly records a ‘flag control technique’.

But why is there no soul-revering flag beside the corpse of the demon cultivator?

There were only two things sent, and there was an orthodox magic sword belonging to a Xuanmen practitioner.

It turns out that the Zunhun Banner was really taken away by the Xiuyi Guardsmen who escorted Mo Xiu's corpse that day, and was hidden.

Hidden for more than a month.

If it weren't for the high-ranking Wuling Sect from Bafang County, they would still be in the dark.

This was also because he was sharp enough to find the suspicious points from the clues. Otherwise, he would not have obtained this magical weapon.

Zhou Liang suppressed laughter and raised the soul-honoring flag in his hand.

[Whether to bind the new banner master]

"binding"

After thinking about it, Tushanjun chose to bind.

Since the person in front of me is a monk in the worship building and has already obtained the soul banner, how could he not bind it.

"The main soul evil ghost is stronger than me?"

"Attack magic, a hundred ghosts march at night!"

"Nearly two hundred souls, among them there are actually several ghosts of Qi practitioners."

Zhou Liang's breathing suddenly became heavy, he was panting like an ox, and his eyes were bloodshot.

I was so excited that I couldn't contain myself.

This is simply a great opportunity.

A big pie fell from the sky.

No wonder the high sect would track it down all the way, and it turned out that this was a high-grade magic weapon.

Not to mention casual cultivators, even sect cultivators may not be able to obtain a high-grade magic weapon.

Being able to afford a medium-grade magic weapon has already exhausted all the wealth of a mid- to late-stage qi-training monk, and he even had to borrow money from friends.

Today he obtained such a high-grade magic weapon.

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Liang raised the three-foot soul flag in his hand and laughed loudly.

With this high-grade magic weapon, he still worshiped it like a bastard Liang Guo.

The world is so big that it doesn't allow him to come and go.

"Put it down, that's my thing."

Shi Zhu grabbed Meng Liang's ankle, vomited blood and shouted.

"your things?"

Zhou Liang's smile suddenly dropped, his eyes stared, and he sneered: "If you die, you are mine."

"Oh yes."

"I also want to thank you for helping me keep this treasure. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to compete with Mr. Lu and the others."

"In this case, I will mercifully allow you to enter this soul banner and become a soul."

After saying that, Zhou Liang raised his feet with a calm expression, covered with magic power.

With this kick, even if Shizhu is a third-rate martial arts master, his head will be crushed.

Tu Shanjun inside the soul banner frowned.

"Backlash!"