I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

After another half day of warming, the soul flag was born.

For a time, black mist rolled over the red lake, and the scorching heat that should have been faced disappeared.

Zhangxu's soul flag flew out from the golden furnace mouth and landed in Tushanjun's hand.

The once pitch-black main pole was covered with simple dark gold lines. When you hold it, it no longer feels chilly, but becomes a bit gentler.

The dark gold pattern extends all the way to the skull at the top of the soul flag, which is painted with a layer of dark gold paint.

The banner edged with gold thread has another golden elixir and Yin god, which is the three-body demon ghost.

Compared to the bared teeth and claws during the battle, what is printed on the soul flag is the appearance of a male-female venerable.

If ordinary people saw it, they would think it was some unknown Bodhisattva Buddha.

"receive!"

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, and the soul flag turned into an inch and penetrated into his sleeves. All the supernatural things disappeared immediately, and the heat wave of Chihu hit his face again.

"fall."

Clang clang clang.

The strange-colored chains stretched fiercely under the formation, lifting the golden furnace up, and the three huge stone pillars also twisted and separated.

Rumble.

The chain slid, causing the golden furnace to sink back into the magma lake in front of it, stirring up boiling hot earth fire.

After doing all this, looking back, only Ding Chuanli was left in front of the broken bridge.

When the lid of the golden furnace cauldron was just raised, Tu Shanjun noticed Ding Xie leaving, so he was not too surprised.

It's time to leave now that things are done.

In front of the extended artificial broken bridge, Ding Chuanli's eyes flashed with surprise.

The soul flag magic weapon that jumped out must be extraordinary, and it had more aura than when he first saw it.

"Medium grade, or top grade?"

The magic weapon is the second best. After all, the soul flag type magic weapon contains the soul and needs to be massacred to create it.

What made him even more surprised was that the ghost cultivator in front of him actually broke through the middle stage while refining the magic weapon.

"Soul flag type magic weapon..."

"A ghost cultivator with a golden elixir level?"

Ding Chuanli began to think deeply, recalling all the details of meeting Tu Shanjun.

My thoughts even flew to a few years ago.

At that time, he used ginseng essence as a body to make the Yin spirit come out.

"Why didn't you sense the appearance of the peak foundation-building ghost cultivator at that time?"

"Fellow Daoist Ding."

The cold voice immediately brought Ding Chuanli back from his thoughts, and at the same time Ding Chuanli also came back to his senses.

It turned out that Tushanjun had already approached him.

Ding Chuanli quickly covered his face, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his immersion: "Uh."

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Li has smelted the broken magic weapon."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly but didn't say much.

This time he not only smelted the broken magic weapon, but also refined it into the soul flag to help him, and obtained a demon, ghost and yin god in the middle stage of the golden elixir.

It is a great gain for Tushanjun.

The black robe on his body turned into a Taoist robe and covered his body. His wild red hair was gathered up by Tu Shanjun with a random hairpin.

Even the two ghost horns on his forehead shrank to a few inches under Tushanjun's control.

Attached to the red hair.

Ding Chuanli looked at the tall ghost cultivator walking over, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, feeling thankful in his heart.

Just now, my consciousness was still there, my thoughts were flying.

If that ghost cultivator were to boldly harm him, he would have no power to fight back.

Maybe it's because of the inexplicable trust that one has relaxed one's vigilance, or maybe one is too focused on thinking about the ghost cultivator's heel. All in all, this kind of thing is still very dangerous.

Without thinking any more, Ding Chuanli walked out of the family formation along the broken bridge.

…

It was sunset.

The curtain of residual sunlight gradually shrinks until the tentacles of dusk disappear.

Bei Luoshan did not return to silence because of this.

Although the aftermath of the battle between demons and ghosts did not spread too widely, it still damaged many internal formations in Beiluoshan, so most of the Ding family members participated in the repairs.

At the same time, they must harvest spiritual fields, collect resources, and prune damaged spiritual plants.

In comparison, the small courtyard seemed much lonely.

Ding Xie held up the altar and sent the soul away.

As for what the souls of Ding Xie's parents said to him in the end, Tu Shanjun didn't know.

When he walked into the courtyard, he only saw Ding Xie's thin back.

"It's over." Ding Xie sighed.

This is not the best result, but it is not bad either. At least it does not have the qualifications to turn the soul into a demon.

"cough……"

A mouthful of black blood gushed out.

Ding Xie laughed: "Brother Tu Shan, I don't have much time left."

Tu Shanjun frowned, stretched out his palm, and a round pill appeared in his hand. It was the Yin Hun Pill condensed by the soul flag.

Ding Xie shook his head and said: "It can only relieve the symptoms and restore my fighting strength, but it cannot change my fate."

He didn't delve too deeply into it, and smiled very calmly and said: "It's okay for the time being."

"Brother Tushan, the soul flag's advancement should have shown a brand new power, right?"

Tu Shanjun didn't waste any time. He waved his hand and threw out the inch-inch soul flag from his sleeve robe. It fell into Ding Xie's hand and immediately turned into a inch-inch soul flag.

The dark gold pattern on the black main pole extends all the way to the skull at the top.

Then open the scarlet panel.

Now that the Zunhun Banner has advanced, it has indeed acquired two techniques.

One day, the Yin God descends, and the banner owner can spend a very small amount of mana to summon the ghost spirit in the flag to possess him and help him fight. The more mana he consumes, the more power he can display.

Of course, compared to directly summoning the true form of the Yin God to fight, it requires very little mana.

The second technique is called "Yingyue Yinsha Dan Liquid".

Born out of the Yin Soul Pill, it should be a variant and advanced version of the Yin Soul Pill.

The Soul Banner is based on the Yin Soul Pill, plus the collected Yuehua Yin Sha, and grinds it into a liquid elixir, which can enhance the cultivation level of the Soul Banner Yin Shen.

The emergence of this method shocked Tushanjun.

He once asked Banai Yinhun to swallow the Yinhun Pill, but there was no significant effect of taking the pill.

I thought the cultivation level of the ghost inside the banner had been fixed.

Unexpectedly, after smelting the broken wine bottle, such a skill appeared.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that this skill was born out of the wine bottle magic weapon. After being integrated into the soul flag, it was changed by the soul flag.

However, it takes time to collect the moonlight, and a lot of Yin Soul Pills are needed. It takes about a month to produce a golden elixir liquid to supply the Yin Souls in the Soul Banner.

Tu Shanjun doesn't care much about time. Since becoming a magic weapon, the meaning of time has been greatly weakened.

Moreover, the Yin Soul Pill can only help Tu Shanjun repair his body, but other than that it has no great effect, far inferior to the Golden Pill Liquid.

In addition, the spirit space has been expanded to 100,000.

The soul flag can store one hundred thousand ghost souls.

While Tu Shanjun was thinking, Ding Xie on the other side had already moved the stone tables and benches and moved out the wine jar.

"I only have this jar of Guxianlou's fine wine in my hand."

"In the past, I was reluctant to drink, but today I am generous."

With that said, Ding Xie filled up the spiritual wine and said, "Brother Tushan, why don't you drink together?"

At this critical moment of life and death, we still need to drink.

What are you drinking?

Farewell or reminder?

However, Tushanjun didn't mind at all and sat astride the stone bench while smelling the aroma of wine.

The ghost hand picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

At first, I only felt the aroma of wine overflowing, and after a glass of it, I had a mellow aftertaste. The wine immediately rushed from the Dantian to the sky, and white mist poured out of the nose.

You felt it was not enough, so he pulled out two large bowls from the storage talisman and handed them to Ding Xie: "It's full."

He drank three large bowls in a row.

With a trembling sound, he put down the sea bowl in his hand.

Tu Shanjun was silent for a long time and then said: "Maybe I borrowed your life, so..."

"Brother Tushan, why did you say this?"

"Eh."

As if he remembered something, Ding Xie stopped talking and said instead: "Practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."

"Whenever you cross a realm, you will overcome a disaster."

"Human tribulation, love tribulation, inner demon tribulation, thunder tribulation..."

"My cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and I have fallen into deep tribulations without even realizing it. The tribulations I encounter should only be treated as ordinary, and I can survive them."

"What does it have to do with my brother?"

"It would be better to say that without the help of the soul flag, I would not have been able to survive the initial disaster, leaving only withered bones."

"After solving all the troubles, I am very lucky to be able to drink with Brother Tushan under the moonlight."

"By the way, remember to help me arrange a good identity in the small town."

"If you encounter monsters in the future, you can call me for help. After all, I am also a master of the golden elixir, right?"

Ding Xie laughed and seemed not to care about his current situation.

The two seemed to be back to the beginning.

Ding Xie was talking, but Tu Shanjun was just listening.

One person has a beaming look on his face, while the other person is sitting quietly with a green face and a solemn look on his face.

He seems mindless and unhappy.

"Maybe becoming an immortal can reverse everything."

Tushanjun said coldly.

Hearing this, Ding Xie paused slightly and said calmly: "In the decades since I entered Taoism, I have never seen the ancestor of Yuanying."

"After the fake elixir, it was only after receiving the master's handwriting that I had some understanding of what cultivation is."

"Master Jindan is the first step in the world, and Yuanying Patriarch is the second step. It's just that this small step is the difference in the Tao."

“I don’t know how much practice I will have in the future.”

"Are there really immortals in this world?"

The sound fell into his heart like a drumstick, and even Tushanjun looked solemn.

What if there is no way to become an immortal in this world?

‘If it doesn’t exist in Xiaolingzhou or Xiaohuangyu, then I will go to a wider world. ’

‘There always will be! ’

The golden demon ape's true meaning flashed, and Tu Shanjun's slightly wavering thoughts immediately dissipated.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I wonder what Brother Tushan's plans are for the future?"

"And you?"

Tu Shanjun did not say what he planned, but asked Ding Xie.

"It's over now. I want to return to the Wanfa Sect to liberate my body, so that I won't cause harm to the world after my death." Ding Xie had already thought about his funeral.

As a golden elixir monk, he died of a strange method.

Not only is the Yin Shen leaving the body, but his consciousness is also dissipating, and his future life is unknown.

It would be a disaster if his body turned into a demon, so while he was still conscious, he wanted to liberate his body in advance.

Tu Shanjun nodded and said: "Well, I want to go to the Netherworld to gather the ghosts and strengthen the soul banner."

"It seems that Brother Tushan and I are no longer on the same path."

"Is there any candidate?"

Tushanjun shook his head.

"After returning to Yangcheng, I will ask the Ancient Immortal Tower to send Brother Tushan to the Netherworld."

“They have a good reputation and there’s no need to worry.”

…

The next two days.

With the strength of Grandmaster Jindan, the distance traveled by driving the spirit boat back and forth is not long.

So after agreeing on where to go, we set off immediately.

Guxian Tower is indeed very majestic.

The glazed gold tiles are densely covered, the bluestones are layered into buildings, and the inscriptions carved on them flicker slightly.

"Send it to the land of the netherworld, the Valley of the Wind, and throw it to the bottom of the valley."

With the power of the magic weapon, you can always come into contact with demon cultivators and demons, so you only need to be involved in it from a distance.

The magic weapon is dirty, and the fluctuations are sealed with a jade box and talisman. Unless it is a good person, it will not be opened.

With Tu Shanjun's current strength, even if the person escorting the jade box has any evil intentions, he can stop it in time.

I will never send a late-stage Golden Elixir master to deliver the goods.

In other words, Ding Xie's time is running out, otherwise he might go and deliver it in person.

But that’s fine too.

Anyway, there are many demon cultivators in the Netherworld. If they pick up the soul flag, they will quickly gather the ghosts born in the world.

…

"Xiao Wu."

The fifth uncle of the Ding family looked at Ding Chuanli's back in front of the ancestral hall and said with his hands in his hands: "Ancestor."

"Go to Yangcheng and check the ghost cultivator's whereabouts."

"Everything, no matter how big or small, is reported to me."

"As commanded."

After the clan members left, Ding Chuanli turned around with a look in his eyes.

He had a guess in his mind, but he never dared to confirm it.

He wasn't quite sure whether he hoped it would be what he thought or not.

People leave traces, as long as they appear, they will definitely leave traces, and his whereabouts can be found from these clues.

"Ghost cultivator..." Ding Chuanli let out a long breath.

What he didn't know was that Ding Xie had changed his appearance and sealed the soul flag, and asked Gu Xian Tower to send it to the Netherworld.