I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

"It should be among them." Tu Shanjun's eyes were blazing.

There was no emotional fluctuation in the calm voice, but it was very reassuring.

It seemed that he was not listening to the evil ghost's words at all, but rather like the clay sculpture in the temple opening his mouth.

Looking again at the tall, rickety ghost whose bones were pierced by chains, he stood clearly under the square moonlight in the courtyard, covered with silvery light, but his whole body was nothing but disgusting.

The flesh and blood on both shoulders solidified, turning into black pus, flowing down the gaps.

The rotting stench is like fat flesh worms burrowing into people's orifices.

The ghost slowly raised its face. The spliced ​​face looked like a man and a woman.

His expression had all drained away, leaving only numbness.

When he opened his mouth, there was only a wail of pain.

The screams formed faint ripples.

The clan elder, who was already frightened by this monster, took two steps back.

This method is extremely evil. It actually embeds the magic weapon into the body of the ghost, and extracts the magic source of the ghost to provide power for the magic weapon.

The blood condensed by the magic weapon was swallowed by the ghosts and became the nourishment for cultivating strength.

The inscription on the wine bottle flickered, and Tu Shanjun recognized part of the text. The text was very similar to the "Spirit Demon Blood Killing Technique". Perhaps it was so long ago that many places were blurred and skewed, and half of the broken scripture could be pieced together.

This thing is right in front of everyone's eyes, and now all that's left is 'what to do'?

How to extract the soul?

Ding Xie thought for a long time, walked up to the ghost, and stared at the half-broken wine bottle embedded in the ghost's head. He could feel his soul inside.

As long as this broken magic weapon is broken open, the soul should be able to be taken out.

But, in what method?

The ghost in front of me is very evil, and the aura fluctuations are also very strange. I don't know what the consequences will be in the end.

What he wants is to save people.

Even if he cannot be resurrected and come back, he must let his true spirit reincarnate, instead of being swallowed by ghosts and being trapped in a broken magic weapon. He doesn't even know when his soul will disappear.

Uneasy, frightened.

In the end, it turned into anger brewing in my heart.

Thoughts swirled for only a moment. Tushanjun didn't know what Ding Xie was thinking, but he did have a goal.

Immediately, his eyes couldn't help but move to Ding Chuanli.

Ding Chuanli is the ancestor of the Ding family, and he has reached the golden elixir realm. Extrapolating forward, he should have lived for at least a hundred years. How could he not know anything.

If you believe that the other party doesn't know anything, you are really a fool.

Sensing Tushanjun's gaze coming towards him.

The scarlet white eyes and pitch-black pupils made it impossible to tell what Tu Shanjun was thinking.

However, they all looked at him, indicating that the other party still wanted to seek explanation from him.

At this time, if you remain silent or pretend not to know, it will probably be difficult to be kind.

Ding Chuanli pondered for a moment, and finally said: "The origin of this treasure's inheritance is hard to say, but its wonderful uses, through the successive efforts of many members of the family, have also solved part of the mystery."

"There is a scripture inside the wine bottle called 'The Art of Enduring Death by Spirit Demons'."

"With a drop of spiritual liquid produced by this magic weapon, the chance of forming a pill can be increased by less than half."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two clan elders beside Ding Chuanli bulged, and their bloodshot eyes were red.

His mouth opened wide as if he had heard horrifying words.

This thing can no longer be described as a treasure, but a treasure.

Even the first-class sects may not possess this kind of treasure, and pill-forming spiritual objects are essentially this kind of thing.

"It's such a treasure!"

"Ancestor, how can we let outsiders peek into our clan's treasures?"

"..."

"Senior Li, I'll give you my courtesy, but Beiluoshan belongs to Yangcheng after all. If you use your cultivation to dominate others, then..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the ancestor of the Ding family.

As soon as they heard that it was a treasure that could increase the chance of forming pills, the elders in the family couldn't sit still. After all, this really concerns them and the rise and fall of the family. With this treasure left in the family, there is no need to worry that the Ding family in Beiluoshan cannot prosper. ?

Such an opportunity cannot be known to outsiders.

The moment they learned the root cause, the two clan elders prepared their magic powers as if on guard.

Tushanjun looked on coldly.

If you want to scare him by moving out of Yangcheng, you are really looking for the wrong person.

He didn't bother to argue with these two people. As he lived for a long time, he would always take these things very seriously. To improve his own cultivation, he could not do without spiritual objects. There was no need to laugh at them. At least they still dared to fight. .

Now that Ding Chuanli interrupted these two people, I thought this thing was not that simple.

"Although you can get the chance to form a pill, after swallowing the spiritual liquid, your soul will be connected with this thing."

"After death, the soul will be restrained by this thing and become the nourishment for ghosts and magic weapons."

The evil sect was indeed so powerful that the two clan elders who originally thought it was a good thing hurriedly shrank their bodies and leaned closer to their ancestors, for fear of being noticed by Tu Shanjun.

Greed had blinded reason just now, and now Tu Shanjun was threatened.

Now after listening to the words of the ancestor, this thing is obviously a big pit. Even if you break through the cultivation level, you will not be reincarnated after death. It is better to find other safer methods.

In fact, the chance is less than 50%. Think about it, it is still too low and not worth the risk.

If it could reach 10% to 20%, or even 20% to 30%, the situation would not be like it is now.

'really! ’

Under the hood, Tushanjun pursed his lips and pondered.

If this thing could increase the chance by half and have no side effects, Ding Chuanli would risk his life not to show this thing in front of them.

However, the consequences are so severe that it is really not worth the loss.

This also shows that the Ding family has definitely been studying it for many years, and Ding Xie's parents may have just completed the spiritual art that was already a fragment.

Thinking about it, it felt wrong. He only knew the other inscriptions in the wine bottle after he knew the spirit demon blood fighting technique. How did these people recognize the words inside?

And just by supplementing the spiritual arts, it shouldn't be connected to this weird thing.

Tushanjun did not hide it and asked this question.

The ancestor of the Ding family nodded and said: "After drinking the spiritual liquid, you can recognize the inscriptions engraved on the wine bottle."

Tu Shanjun didn't bother to ask how much the Ding family had paid and how many people had succeeded him. In short, he had to find a way to separate this thing from the soul.

I'm just afraid that this thing is not that simple.

It also made him think of the soul flag.

The Sovereign Soul Banner was not such a strange thing in the first place. The Yin Shen inside could have been extracted and transcended, because the rough panel turned into a binding thing.

The thought came up and he shook his head in denial.

The thing in front of me is a broken magic weapon. Although it is weird, it is not like the soul flag.

"Friend Daoist Li, please don't look any further. I don't know how to peel off the soul." Ding Chuanli sighed helplessly.

"Since there is no other way, then use force to break it!"

A cool voice sounded.

Following the sound, he came face to face with Ding Xie, who looked serious.

Ding Chuanli even looked surprised.

If the situation is unclear, taking rash actions may harm your soul.

No one knows the consequences of smashing it.

Tu Shanjun asked himself that he was not a person who liked to interfere with others. Hearing this, he couldn't help but dissuade him: "Brother Ding, think twice before you act."

"I will bear the consequences and will not blame others."

He had already expected that Ding Xie would say this, and Tushanjun was used to it.

How to put it this way, be free and easy in small things, but paranoid in big things.

Despite his playful and playful face on weekdays, his ideas are a bit extreme when big events happen.

Tu Shanjun is not good at words.

Thinking about it carefully, everything should not have come out of his mouth.

Some words, spoken and held in the heart are two completely different concepts.

"Destroying it with force needs to be reconsidered."

"How long can the soul be preserved?" Tu Shanjun asked.

Ding Chuanli knew that Tu Shanjun was asking about him. There were five people here, and if anyone knew about this thing best, he was the only one, the ancestor of the Ding family.

A voice rose in his chest, he cleared his throat and said quietly: "I'm not sure. I estimate that it will be completely turned into nutrients within a few years of storage at most."

have to.

Soul preservation is not like honoring the soul flag.

Then if you can't find a way, you can only break it with force and hope to rescue it.

Even if the soul cannot be saved in the end, there is no big problem if the true spirit contained in the soul is still there.

silence.

Those two tribesmen always knew the weirdness of the magic weapon and were afraid of their rudeness to the Golden Core cultivator just now.

The ancestor of the Ding family looked dull.

Tu Shanjun consciously couldn't see through him.

In fact, he didn't live long. The reason for his intangible expression of joy and anger was because of the ghost face itself, so the city was definitely not as good as this kind of old monk who had lived for hundreds of years.

Ding Xie, on the other hand, stood still without moving after listening to Tu Shanjun's words.

Since no one took any action, Tushanjun approached the ghost, and the aura coming from the shop was very strong.

Not to mention the powerful Yin spirit of the ghost itself, the broken wine bottle must have also condensed a strong evil spirit.

If it were uprooted, it might be able to help the Soul Banner move forward.

Even though the great temptation was right in front of Tu Shanjun, he didn't make much move.

There are many opportunities to improve your strength. Evil spirits are widespread in the spiritual world, and there is no end to the naturally born demons and monsters. There is no need to rush.

Moreover, one cannot be too cautious when it comes to matters involving the soul.

"Be patient, be patient." The message fell into Ding Xie's ears.

He hadn't said this sentence for a long time. He originally said it to himself, but now he said it to the banner master.

Dark clouds passed by and covered most of the bright moonlight. The ghost in the center of the square entrance seemed to feel the changes above its head, and its two twisted faces split into two halves.

On the left is an angry man.

The red skin resembles the sedimentation of residue after blood has dried.

On the right is a woman's face as pale as snow, and even the body on the right has become a woman's skin as thick as frost.

Only then did this thing reveal its clear face, each half of it.

Just as this thing was about to make a move, an inscription suddenly appeared on the chain that had penetrated his lute bone.

"The night is about to pass, and if we let it go during the day, his strength will increase dramatically." The voice of the ancestor of the Ding family sounded.

…

The sound of the dragging chains stopped completely.

Those spiritual positions that were like formation brick walls returned to their original positions.