I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Inside the camp.

Looking at the strange flesh and white skull, the remaining ten or so followers of the Luo Sect are all Qi practitioners with magical powers.

"The restriction of the Ghost King has been eliminated. The first sacrifice must have broken the seal. Why didn't we share the pressure?" One of the monks in white robes looked suspicious and used the ferocious ghost soldiers controlled by the sealing method.

No matter how he flipped the spells in his hands, there was no connection with the ghost soldiers.

The uneasiness made this man stand up from the viewing platform, and his eyes couldn't help but touch Huaifeng City in the distance.

"Maybe there was an accident."

"The first sacrifice is very strong, how could an accident happen?"

"Even if it is true, the Ghost King will open up his strength to build the foundation. Together we are no match for the Ghost King, and there is no way there is such an expert in the city."

Everyone talked a lot, but no one had an explanation of the regulations. They just felt that it shouldn't be like this.

But what exactly happened, no one knows.

It's just that such a change is not a good thing after all. They are worried and at the same time afraid that problems will arise because they left the altar, so they inevitably shrink from doing things.

"Everyone, please wait a moment. I'll go check it out." One of them released the flying sword from his sleeve and jumped on the sword body to go to Huaifeng.

Activate the magic formula and fly into the clouds.

"Brother Liu will go there, so there should be no problem."

"Let's wait for now and talk about it after the first sacrifice comes back."

Seeing the flying sword flying into the clouds, everyone discussed it for a while and then settled down.

Sui Er.

A black shadow fell down and hit the altar where the head was watching.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a corpse.

"Brother Liu."

"What?!"

The falling body horrified everyone.

The Qi practitioner who had just left fell directly from the sky.

If it weren't for the toughness of his body, he would probably turn into a puddle of flesh if he fell.

The shocked Luo Jiao monk hurriedly took two steps forward, touched his wrist, and said in panic: "He's dead."

Turning around, his face turned green.

So much so that a hint of panic lingered in everyone's hearts.

"We can't stay here anymore, let's go."

Without the head sacrifice, a monk with good cultivation died in front of them in such a strange way. No matter how bold they were, they couldn't sit still.

"Let's go!"

When everyone was about to leave, they felt that the sky was dark, and the accumulation of clouds actually blocked the scorching light of the fire.

A tall black figure appeared in front of them, and when he raised his hand, black threads came out.

Before everyone could make a move, the silk thread had already penetrated their heads, and even their ghosts were bound into the black shadow's large sleeved robe by the silk thread. The black mist eroded with his hands, and the bodies of more than ten people turned into bone powder.

The black shadow kicked down the body of the monk surnamed Liu, and it landed straight in front of the camp of the rogue army.

As the black mist shrank, the huge altar where the corpses were piled collapsed like decay.

The evil spirit of flesh and blood swept away, and all the corpses turned into dust.

In an instant, the darkness in the sky faded away, and the suppressed fire reignited.

…

"Qu Shuai, it's not good."

"Dead, all dead."

The crawling soldiers were about to enter Qu Shuai's camp when they saw a figure standing in front of the camp and did not move for a long time.

"Is that the Immortal Master?" The soldiers came closer and saw that the Immortal Master's face was ashen and his breathing and pulse had long since disappeared.

"Dead!" He exclaimed and jumped a few feet away, falling to the ground before he could stand firmly.

Frightened, he hurriedly crawled back several meters until he was not attacked and finally settled down.

"Wow."

The door of the big tent was opened, and a man wearing armor and a hood walked out of the tent.

"Qu handsome."

The soldiers guarding the camp moved closer to this man as if they had found a backbone.

"Don't panic, as long as you don't offend the immortal master, he won't take action against us."

He had heard the reports from his men, but he had no other choice but to come forward to stabilize the morale of the troops.

Especially a quarter of an hour ago, more than ten immortal masters were all killed.

The soldiers guarding the altar watched helplessly as many immortal masters turned into ashes, and several soldiers were frightened on the spot.

Not to mention that there is still a corpse standing directly in front of his tent.

"This is Master Liu Xian. No, he is already dead. This is the corpse."

The man who was called Qu Shuai looked at his lieutenant, and his eyes were full of instructions.

The deputy general next to him turned pale, but he could only bravely walk to the corpse.

His trembling hands were about to touch the body.

The face of the corpse suddenly moved. He screamed in fright and fell back, sitting on the ground.

The body of Master Liu Xian was bleeding from all its orifices, and rotten black blood flowed out quickly, burying the body.

Eventually the body turned into a pool of pus and blood.

"Protect Qu Shuai."

"Qu Shuai, what should we do now?"

The man called Qu Shuai's arms trembled, and his cheeks trembled unconsciously as he gritted his teeth.

It was enough for all the Luo Jiao immortal masters to die. The corpse left behind was obviously to warn them that if they dared to attack the city, it would be like the corpse turning into pus and blood.

Such a terrifying thing was happening right in front of his eyes. Not to mention that he was just a top-notch expert, even an innate person had to be frightened.

Suppressing the fear in his heart, the man known as Qu Shuai said in a hoarse voice: "Withdraw the troops, let's take a detour."

After hearing this, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. They really did not dare to attack the city.

…

Thinking of him as a golden elixir master, if he kills several Qi practitioners and is seen by monks of the same level, they will inevitably say that he is bullying the younger ones.

However, Tushanjun didn't care about this.

This is already the best result.

While Han An still has strength, kill all his cultivation power.

In front of the big locust tree.

Zhang Xuhun's banner stands tall.

"They're all dead." Tu Shanjun's faint voice sounded in Han An's ears.

Han An suddenly laughed and murmured in a weak voice: "Thank you, Taoist Priest. Without Taoist Priest's help, I cannot defend Huaifeng City."

"I'm really ashamed that I'm still so weak after practicing for so long."

"Master." Ying Ji rushed forward, as if she wanted to grab the porcelain pieces that fell from Han An's body.

It is also extremely beautiful for a beautiful woman to cry.

Han An wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but then he realized that his fingers were withered.

"After I die, you can go to reincarnation."

"I have saved many people over the years. I must have accumulated some virtue. I should be able to ensure that you are reborn into a good family and will no longer suffer."

"No, no, I won't leave."

"obedient……"

Before he finished speaking, Han An's body turned into starlight and shattered, but all the starlight that should have dissipated in the sky and earth merged into the black flags.

"No!"

Yingji tried her best to collect the fragments.

However, she couldn't stop it, let alone the soul flag collecting the ghosts.

Maybe she saw the magic of Zunhun Banner, Ying Ji grabbed the black banner and shouted: "Give the master back."

No matter how much she tore it apart, there was no sound at all.

"If you don't return it, I will go find it myself!" He became furious and plunged into the soul flag.

Tu Shanjun sighed: "Why bother?"

The soul entering the soul flag is a road of no return.

If he goes to reincarnation honestly, with the blessing of Han An, not to mention being rich and powerful, he might be able to obtain good spiritual roots and embark on the path of immortality in the next life.

He could only sigh and couldn't stop other things.

There are countless tribulations in this world, but the tribulation of love is the most difficult.

Speaking of which, this is also her choice. Tu Shanjun is not accustomed to interfering with other people's choices. Just like Han An did not implement his plan, Tu Shanjun never blamed him.

Without the person in charge of the soul flag, Zhang Xu's soul flag just stood quietly under the big locust tree.

After the chaotic battle, only a mess was left, as well as the bodies of the dead soldiers.

When he realized that the matter was over, the prefect sent someone to deal with it, and the police officers who had followed Han An also rushed over.

"The rogues have retreated."

"The rebels are gone."

"..."

The movement of the army cannot be concealed, and the rebel army is so large that it is impossible to prevent Huaifeng from knowing the information.

They didn't care about those things, they just wanted to escape quickly without covering their tracks.

At dawn.

The sun is like a sharp sword, sweeping away the gloom that shrouded Huaifeng.

Morning boats were rushing to cross the river, and the morning market, which had been missing in the past, was opened again.

The rebels did not attack the city, but the danger last night was obvious to all.

The first ten taels of silver had been paid out long ago, and what came later was the government's pension for their heroic battles.

Dragging the injured Li San to Hun Banner.

He guarded the soul flag quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

A few days later.

Li San raised his head slightly under the locust tree.

There were several unfamiliar faces among the visitors, but there were also two familiar faces among them.

"Li San, you can't monopolize such a powerful treasure."

"Looking at the fact that we have fought side by side, we won't make it difficult for you. Even if you are willing to hand it over, we are willing to give you a share. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

The speaker was wearing a robe and holding a long sword. The cold sword light looked particularly dazzling in the sun.

"Brother Chen, why bother talking to him so much?" Another strong man stared at the Soul Flagner greedily.

Although they were afraid of the fight and ran away at the last moment, they learned the inside story.

With a treasure, Han An not only killed the Ghost King, but even the monks who came over were not left behind, and finally forced an army of 200,000 to retreat.

How could they let such a magical baby go?

If Han An was still alive, they would not dare to come and snatch him, but now there is only an injured Li San left.

Although Li San is strong, he is not intimidated by others.

And I don't know what Li San was thinking. He got the treasure but didn't use it. He sat under the locust tree guarding the treasure for nothing, which gave them an opportunity.

Li San, who was sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree, stood up, Zhang Xuhun's banner was behind him.

Li San sneered: "Chen Qing, Zha Lianfu."

"How dare you come back after fleeing in fear of fighting."

"To tell you the truth, this thing has an owner. Han An is just borrowing it. The owner of the treasure will definitely come back to get it."

"If you want to seize the treasure, you'd better step over my corpse." Li San untied the bearskin cloak.

Even if he is injured, he is not a soft persimmon.

Others don't know the origin of this treasure, but he does.

The Taoist priest lent the treasure to Han An, and he would definitely come back to get it in the future. He was so kind to others, how could he let these young men take away his things?

Zha Lianfu held the talisman in his hand and shouted proudly: "The treasures in the world are inhabited by virtuous people. Li San, don't be ignorant."

Li San gritted his teeth: "You are not worthy of using this treasure!"