I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Two months flew by.

When the morning light fades.

Yangcheng's large spiritual boat arrived in Wanfa Zongfang City.

The light leaped across the earth and reflected on Lingzhou's body, making the originally flickering light of the array even more dazzling. The rippled crystal formation barrier slowly faded away, revealing Lingzhou's huge figure.

The spirit boat was like a giant beast descending from the clouds, blocking the sunlight that should have been shining down.

The shadows are deep and a bit more cold and solemn.

Along with the roaring sound, the spirit boat came to a complete stop.

The steam generated by the burning spirit stone adds a veil to Fangshi, like a half-covered beauty dressing up.

The deck moves on the airport platform.

The huge gate was raised amidst the sound.

"rise!"

A loud voice sounded.

The camel beast adjusted its body shape, stood up on six legs, snorted, shook its huge head and slowly climbed up, stepping onto the deck smoothly.

Thump sound.

The orderly team of camels came down from the deck.

The monk holding the reins turned over and jumped onto the camel beast, sitting on its back.

The newly arrived monk looked around at the city of Wanfa Sect, seeming to be comparing it with Yangcheng.

In their eyes, everything is so novel.

Although there was no gongs, drums, music or singing, it looked very lively.

The huge caravan that gathered was divided into categories, and was digested by Wanfa Sect's market in the mist.

Trade communication not only brings profits, but also stimulates industries, provides jobs, and creates a prosperous scene.

As the spirit boat took off, the monks who had already bought their tickets began to move.

Scattered monks are different from caravans in that they can board the boat early.

"Whose name is it? The proof..."

The long procession was full of monks boarding the boat.

The monks in Yangcheng controlled the order, and there were also clerks registering at the ticket gate.

It is estimated that the trip to board the boat will last for a long time.

"Boy, your ticket is wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monks queuing up around him all looked over. Some were watching the show with their arms around their shoulders, while others were indifferent.

"Senior, why is my vote wrong?"

"There is no sign of our Yangcheng on it. Either you bought a fake ticket from someone else, or you forged the boat ticket." The clerk in charge was quite nice and explained to the young monk, and then The boat ticket was refunded.

"That's impossible." The young man, still at a loss, took the boat ticket.

This is just an episode of boarding the boat.

Registration is not only for recording information in case of emergency, but also for finding out about it.

There will always be monks trying to take advantage of the loopholes.

Seeing that the young monk was not old, the person in charge did not say anything bad, nor did he ask the monks from Yangcheng to repair it.

If this kind of thing happened normally, it would probably be inevitable to give him a good beating and then throw him out.

"Senior, I wonder where you come from?"

The steward was asking a young man respectfully and carefully, and his attitude was softer because of the young man's foundation-building strength.

"I wonder if Yangcheng still likes to inquire about other people's origins." The nine-fingered young man's face turned a little colder and he handed over the ticket to the spirit boat in his hand.

"Senior, please forgive me. I have no intention of searching for senior's whereabouts. It's just that my young master's friend has disappeared, so I just said a few words."

"This is the portrait of my young master's friend. He is a disciple of Wanfa Sect. I wonder if seniors have ever encountered him?"

The old man in charge unfolded the portrait on the side.

It is exactly what Ding Xie looks like, lifelike and accurate.

The nine-fingered young man's expression did not change, he shook his head slightly and said, "I've never seen it before."

Then he took the boat ticket and stepped onto the spirit boat amidst the confession from the old man in charge.

"Thankfully, I listened to Brother Tushan and changed my appearance. Otherwise, Zi Shaoqing would have found us." Ding Xie walked across the deck without stopping, and when he looked back, he could see most of the city from high above the airport. .

Hatannai Tushan-kun doesn't have any sense of accomplishment, but he is just cautious, and he is afraid of the real person at the peak of Jindan, so he can't help but be more careful in doing things.

With Zi Shaoqing's stubborn temperament of having her head pressed without drinking water, the other party will definitely not give up until the goal is achieved.

People are unreliable in the face of interests. Even monks will fight because of greed.

Why not ask those monks who traveled in groups, but only one person returned in the end, whether they experienced tragic killings.

For Tushanjun, it is a good thing to use his hands and feet a little and not get into trouble.

He just wants to quietly absorb the evil spirit, find the Yin God to improve his strength, and then become an immortal, completely getting rid of the shackles of the situation where he can only be trapped.

The spiritual boat sets sail.

It flaps its wings and flies high like a roc.

The corrugated crystal defense formation was re-covered into a circle.

The roaring sound of the formation instruments became deeper and deeper, thousands of spiritual stones burned, and white steam poured into the clouds around him.

The escape speed of a large spiritual boat is comparable to that of a golden elixir, and the passage of time cannot be felt in the cabin.

In fact, they left Wanfafang City in just a few breaths.

There is a huge gap between each realm. Even if you are successful in escape skills at the peak of foundation building, you can't keep up with the ordinary running of ordinary golden elixirs.

The spirit boat jumped in the sea of ​​clouds, and its huge body like a giant beast made the spirits living in the sea of ​​clouds dare not touch its brows. They even had to worry about whether they would be killed by the monks in the spirit boat.

Being in a closed environment, Tu Shanjun was content.

The rare days of peace make people feel a lot more relaxed.

It used to be that a string was always tightened. If the body was not tired, the soul would inevitably be tired, especially since every day I had to wait with fear for Wanfa Sect's verdict on Ding Xie, and I was also afraid that the monks would discover the magic of the soul flag.

Now I finally have time to rest.

The art of hooking talismans is becoming more and more powerful, and several sets of fourth-level talismans can be drawn.

I bought a lot of materials from the market and let them do whatever I wanted.

Tu Shanjun's talisman-making skills are obviously superb, but his alchemy and weapon refining skills are relatively slow. Maybe it's a matter of talent, or maybe I don't have a deep understanding of these two things. Alchemy has just entered the foundation building, and weapon refining can only refine low-grade magical weapons in Qi training.

The talisman arrays are not divided into different families, and there are no small gains in the array formations.

…

Ding Xie's face was full of confusion and vigilance.

He was standing at the front of the bluestone street. The restaurant next to him was bustling with people and pedestrians were passing by.

Maybe it was because the town had just woken up, so it seemed a little sleepy and dull.

"Illusion?" Ding Xie seemed to have realized something.

As a great foundation-building monk, how could he easily fall into an illusion with a false state of mind? What's more, he was clearly in a large spiritual boat heading to Yangcheng just a moment ago. Who could do that? His momentary trance pulled him into an illusion.

Then the opponent's cultivation level is really extremely high.

"Huh?"

Ding Xie couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

His cultivation actually seemed to have disappeared.

The ability to fly to the sky and escape from the earth has disappeared, and now he is just an ordinary person wearing his own skin.

"banner!"

He was panicking in his heart and couldn't help but call Tu Shanjun.

The breeze blew, and a tall figure appeared next to Ding Xie.

that moment.

The wind calmed down and the scorching sun was no longer hot.

Pedestrians passing by remained motionless, and the fluttering flags of wine shops also stopped in mid-air.

The original singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers disappeared.

The ripples of the blue waves under the bridge are visible, but they seem to be frozen.

All this happened because of the presence of people around me.

He has a solemn green face and wild red hair.

The two-inch ghost horns are just embellishment.

The current Tushanjun is no longer as ferocious as before, his rough face has become refined, less ugly and terrifying, and more peaceful and divine.

"Brother Tushan, where is this?" Ding Xie looked at what was happening in front of him in surprise.

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, and the frozen world around him started to rotate again.

Explained: "The world inside the banner."

"It's still very crude."

"I improved the dreaming technique to bring in your thoughts." Tu Shanjun added.

In fact, it is equivalent to only attracting Ding Xie's thoughts, not letting the Yin Shen enter the banner. Of course, he cannot use his magic power and his own magic seals, which is not much different from falling asleep.

That is because Tu Shanjun is the main soul of the Soul Banner, and the Soul Banner is bound to Ding Xie's magic weapon. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to attract the monks at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

"Then I have to watch and observe."

Ding Xie, who was determined, suddenly became interested. He didn't expect Brother Tushan to be able to do this.

"How are these people created? Why do they look like living people?"

“Do the food and drinks here also taste good?”

"Can you help me create magical powers?"

"Can the people here use profound magic power?"

"..."

Tu Shanjun was questioned one after another. Although he was already used to it, was Ding Xie's talkative problem so serious even in his dreams?

But Ding Xie did have a question that got to the point.

The people here are considered alive.

Because Tu Shanjun discovered that the ghosts in the soul flags were very intelligent, he used Baigui Yakou to give the opponent a memory, and the opponent would seem to be really alive.

However, if the magical power is dissipated, the Yin Shen will reveal his true colors again.

He is highly intelligent and possesses all the fighting abilities and skills he had during his lifetime.

However, those ghosts whose spiritual intelligence was wiped out in advance are not that powerful. Although their spiritual intelligence is also very high, they are not so easy to fight.

Those ghosts couldn't find out anything even if they used Questioning Soul.

Tushanjun did not instill the memory of the previous banner master into the Yin Shen of the previous banner master.

He thought about it at first, but gave up after hesitating.

What was created like that was just the monster that Tu Shanjun wanted. It had no use at all except giving some comfort to the soul.

After all, it's not as lifeless as before.

…

The spirit boat flies by with time.

One year has come.

Ding Xie opened his eyes from entering concentration.

The divine light in his eyes flickered, and he couldn't suppress it.

At the peak of foundation building, the state of mind is false, and the cultivation level has reached its peak.

In this year, Ding Xie sorted out the first half of his life, except for his parents, it was complete.

All obstacles that could become inner demons have been eliminated.

But when stepping off the spirit boat, even the monks at the peak of foundation building couldn't help but hesitate.

The closer you get to the countryside, the slower it gets.

The ups and downs in my heart are not enough to be explained to outsiders.

After three years away, he returned to Yangcheng.

"Brother Tushan, if."

"I mean what if..."

Of course Tu Shanjun knew what Ding Xie wanted to say, and he only responded with four words: "There is no if!"