I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Shizhu closed his eyes.

The Immortal Master's palm hit him so badly that he couldn't get up at all.

Now I can see that my legs and feet covered with light are about to fall.

Under the pressure of the air, it seemed that even breathing was no longer smooth.

Shizhu could see the mud stains under the immortal master's boots, getting closer and closer to him.

He knew he was going to die.

In fact, Shizhu had already foreseen that his head would explode on the ground like a tattered watermelon, with red and white flowing all over the ground.

It doesn't matter if he's dead, it's just that the things he was asked to do by the old man can't be completed.

"Alas."

Close your eyes and count your breaths.

But nothing happened.

Shizhu felt that he was still conscious.

Then he opened his eyes.

The goateeed immortal in front of him still kept raising his feet, but his eyes were dull and his body was stiff and motionless.

There seems to be no reaction at all from the outside.

But the inner sea of ​​consciousness was in turmoil.

"What kind of monster dares to break into a certain family's sea of ​​consciousness."

In the empty sea of ​​consciousness, Zhou Liang in the soul body shouted at the black shadow at the end of the darkness.

At the same time, he was also very energetic.

No matter what kind of monster it is, being able to invade the sea of ​​consciousness of a Qi practitioner is enough to show that the other party is not simple.

Tushanjun walked out of the darkness, shook his neck, and exposed his fangs.

"The evil ghost bites back?"

Zhou Liang immediately recognized Tu Shanjun's appearance. He was clearly the ferocious evil ghost painted on the soul flag.

His expression suddenly became solemn.

Why did the evil ghost come back at this moment?

He used his magic power desperately, stared at the tall ghost, and said through gritted teeth: "I am the master of the soul banner, you dare!"

Tu Shanjun walked up to Zhou Liang.

He grabbed Zhou Lianghun's neck and dragged him out of the coffin.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Why did you come to look for Xiang Hu?"

He didn't ask about Li Qingfeng's body. The target of the corpse was so big that there was no way to hide it. There was no need to specifically ask about the person in front of him.

Zhou Liang opened his mouth wide, inexplicably horrified.

He was stunned.

It would be better to say that I have never seen such a scene.

The souls in the Zunhun Banner are intelligent, and most of them just act simply and act based on instinct.

The evil ghost in front of him not only had a high level of sanity, he was also able to speak and ask questions completely.

Simply unheard of.

It's shocking to say it out loud.

"Speak." Tu Shanjun shouted fiercely and at the same time, his ghost hands shrank.

"The disciples of the Five Spirit Sect came from Bafang County."

"I just picked it up from his words."

Tu Shanjun's expression was gloomy, and the man really came after him: "Where are the others?"

Zhou Liang's eyes rolled, and he almost blurted out that this person had left, so he quickly stopped and coaxed, "I'm still a guest in the enshrinement building."

Tu Shanjun laughed: "You want to lie to me."

Zhou Liang's expression changed slightly, and he secretly said something bad.

"Last month, whose sword and hairpin weapon was in the hands of that demon cultivator?"

Zhou Liang suddenly felt amazed: No wonder that man chased him all the way to Liangdu to look for the Soul Reverend Flag. It turned out to be really extraordinary.

It's okay to be very sane, but he was still asking about objects related to the demon cultivator.

"Is the sword hairpin the key to controlling the soul flag?"

Zhou Liang couldn't help but think too much. If the sword hairpin was the key, his reckless use of mana to sacrifice the soul refining flag would be the same as committing suicide.

Zhou Liang wanted to resist, but he was no match for the evil ghost.

It is true that he has magic power, but what is competing in the sea of ​​​​consciousness is the strength of the soul, and the magic power is of little help.

Therefore, Zhou Liang, whose strength is far lower than Tu Shanjun, has no ability to resist at all.

After a while, Zhou Liang seemed to have reacted, and his tone softened slightly: "I don't know."

Tu Shanjun held down his head, and his purple-black nails dug into his scalp, making Zhou Liang's eyes widen in pain.

Zhou Liang looked like a live fish that had landed on the beach, his eyes were white, and he was breathing air with his mouth wide open.

"If you're not honest, then you die."

Tushanjun's scarlet ghost eyes did not waver at all, but gradually tightened his palms.

No one can withstand the torture of the soul, not even monks.

Zhou Liang saw the indifference in Tu Shanjun's eyes, which was a sign of indifference to him, as if his life was no different than that of a bug or an ant.

This evil ghost didn't care if he could pry useful information out of his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, she actually wanted to crush his soul directly.

"I said."

Two words squeezed out from between the teeth, inaudible.

Zhou Liang suddenly felt his neck relax, and all the pressure just now was immediately relieved.

He kept coughing and gasping for air.

"The sword and hairpin artifact is of middle grade. They couldn't argue, so they put it in the treasury of the enshrinement building."

"But without my help, you wouldn't be able to get into the treasury on your own." Zhou Liang did not forget to set a trap for Tushan Jun, emphasizing his role.

"As long as you let me go, I will help you get the sword hairpin back."

"Follow me and I won't wrong you."

"We can join forces to hunt down the rest of the casual cultivators in Liangdu one by one. Then we can collect the spiritual stones and go to a wider world."

Zhou Liang was still talking endlessly about the benefits he could bring to Hun Banner.

He doesn't understand soul flags, nor ghosts.

But he understands that money can make the world go round.

As long as the resources and benefits are sufficient, even evil spirits can be persuaded.

Tu Shanjun originally looked indifferent, but his scarlet ghost eyes gradually showed a vicious look.

What Zhou Liang said is so good.

It's heartwarming.

He is a qualified, greedy but cautious, eloquent and villainous person.

Not being a lobbyist is a waste of talent.

When cultivating immortals, you fight for resources, you are a yin fellow, you kill your friends, and you take away people's treasures, it's not shabby.

Tu Shanjun just wanted to say, fart!

Holding Zhou Lianghun's neck tightly, the lobbying voice stopped abruptly.

Tu Shanjun lowered his voice, looked directly at Zhou Liang with scarlet ghost eyes, and said with a ferocious expression: "Your words remind me of very bad memories."

"This makes me angry!"

"Treasury."

Zhou Liang struggled and finally remembered Tu Shanjun's problem.

Maybe he thought he could save his life just by speaking out.

It's a pity that he underestimated Tu Shanjun's murderous intention.

Rather, when Tu Shanjun launched his counterattack, he no longer had any reason to live.

He tore Zhou Liang's soul out of the sea of ​​consciousness and threw it into the soul-honoring flag.

With his strength at the sixth level of Qi training, it would be easy to counterattack Zhou Liang, a Qi practitioner at the fifth level.

What's more, the three-style Demonic Ape Determining Fist can also strengthen the soul, so Zhou Liang is no match for him.

With the addition of fifth-level Qi practitioners, Tu Shanjun's strength has improved slightly.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness Lingtai is vacant.

Tu Shanjun directly entered the main body.

It's not like the rawness and fatigue that first came back to bite Zhao Shixian, it's like dragging a dead body.

At that time, Zhao Shixian had been seriously injured, and his heart had been pierced by Hou Boxu's magic sword. His body had long been unable to hold on, so he was extremely tired.

Now I just feel heavy, like I am carrying a heavy burden.

Far easier than that time.

The mana in the dantian only lacks a part of the input soul banner, and more than 90% is left.

Tushanjun shook his body and gradually became familiar with it.

The joints crackled.

He looked down at the stone pillar lying on the ground and retracted his feet.

If Zhou Liang simply took away the Soul Reverend Banner, Tushanjun would not bite him back.

It's just that I shouldn't, I don't want to give up after taking away the soul flag.

Euphemistically called it, it is an honor to live in the Zunhun Banner and become a service soul.

Since Zhou Liang thought it was an honor, Tu Shanjun asked him to try what it was like to be refined into the Soul Banner to see if the honor was worth it.

As for saving Shizhu conveniently.

It would be wrong to say that this is not in my heart.

Tushanjun felt a little tilted in his heart.

not much.

"Thank you, old man Xiang. If it weren't for you and him, I wouldn't have taken action."

"I do hate demon cultivators."

"But I... so why not."

Tu Shanjun raised his head slightly, but did not say the words in his heart.

Turn around and leave.

Now that he has acquired the body of a Qi Practitioner, it's time to retrieve Li Qingfeng's body and the lost sword and hairpin weapon.

Seeing the Goatee Beard Immortal Master about to leave, Shizhu struggled to hug his thighs.

His mouth was bleeding and his eyes were firm: "You can't take it away."