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But it was said that the red-haired Taoist released the object in his hand, and it immediately became a formation base hidden in all directions of the prison.

During the rotation, the mana turns into silk threads to wrap around, sealing the small array.

Most of the children in the inner prison are relatively ignorant, and a few of them who are smart have become silent due to the environment.

Maybe they are not too clear about their future, but people have a natural fear of monsters, even children who have not yet grown up.

Coupled with the panic of leaving home and the hesitation of not having his parents around, even the smartest child would not dare to be too active.

Who knows who the monster will eat next?

However, today is different.

Although this incarnation of Tushanjun is similar to a ghost cultivator, due to Tushanjun's cover, the body looks more like a human being.

The man named Doctor Song recognized his identity again, which further confirmed that the Taoist was the one active in Beidi.

"We're saved, kids, we can go home." Dr. Song suppressed his voice.

He was captured and went up the mountain not long ago to ensure that the child survived, and there was an apprentice who went up the mountain with him.

Maybe the monster thought that the apprentice's existence was unnecessary, so he killed and ate him.

Worry that one day it will break out.

Just like now.

It was clear that the red-haired Taoist was standing in front of him, and he should be safe, but his body was shaking like a sieve.

The excitement and joy in his eyes were intertwined, and he burst into tears, mixed with a bit of madness.

"Can you go home?"

"Woo..."

"Mom and Dad, where are you?"

"..."

Children are very contagious to each other, and a single cry will turn into a chorus of cries.

Women who take care of their children cannot be coaxed.

Being in the monster's lair, such a sound seems too loud and is more likely to attract the monster's attention.

Tushanjun didn't mind the monster coming, but it was just too noisy.

Raising his hand, mana light spots scattered from his hand.

The gentle mana turns into sleepiness.

The frightened and nervous children fell down on their haystack beds and fell asleep one by one. Only two adults were still awake.

Dr. Song suddenly felt that his symptoms had completely subsided.

But when he saw the children falling down, he quickly wiped away his nose and tears, and asked with concern: "Taoist priest, these children..."

Tu Shanjun explained: "They will wake up when the matter is over."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged in front of the prison door, and while sitting quietly, he practiced the Yin Sha in his hands again.

This incarnation is to protect these people and prevent accidents from happening. We still need to wait for the enlightenment and the main body to handle the matter.

…

"It's not good, Tiger, it's not good!"

There was a resounding sound outside the hall.

A bird monster flew in in a hurry, with its wings not even fully transformed.

As soon as he stepped into the palace, his body rolled forward as if he tripped over the threshold.

He turned around several times in a row until he reached the steps.

He punched a dog and ate its shit before he stopped.

"Tiger, it's not good." The bird monster swallowed hard, swallowed all the eagerness and reversed breath, knelt on the ground, his head drooped on the bricks, and after breathing smoothly Just spoke.

On the steps, it was like a water tank stirring.

The momentum seemed to be louder than the ordinary muffled thunder in the sky: "What's wrong? Tell me quickly!"

The bird monster poured out everything he knew: "There was a living person who killed the wolf-headed monster, broke the prison and rushed out of the street. He was confronting a group of monsters in Fangshi. At this moment, he was already dead. Little little demon."

"A living person?"

The voice above the head sounded again, with the roar of a beast, which sounded a little hoarse, but very loud.

The bird monster raised its head. At the top of the steps was a large bed, with a burly figure lying on its side.

But now he has sat upright.

The monster standing by was silent and did not dare to speak.

"Yes, he is a living person and a monk." The bird monster quickly added.

The tiger clicked his tongue lightly, and the pads of the tiger's claws fell on the prismatic armrest beside him and said: "Monk?"

The Northland is vast, and he is the mountain king under the throne of the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain. His purpose is to help the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain.

Therefore, I have heard a lot about things in Hugushanfang City.

So when the bird monster talked about monks, he immediately thought of the incident in Hugushanfang City.

"Are there any other ghost cultivators?"

Tiger's question made the bird monster stunned for a moment. After recalling it, he said with certainty: "Back to Tiger, I didn't see any other ghost cultivators."

"There are no ghost cultivators involved."

The Beidi Tiger looked strange. The intelligence from Hugu Mountain said that there were three or four ghost cultivators taking action.

This makes people doubt the true identity of the monk, maybe he is a monk passing by the mountain city.

There are often such examples.

When he saw monsters gathering in the mountain city, he rushed there in the name of slaying the demons.

The tiger's claws stretched and retracted, and the tiger from the north recalled the delicious food the last time he ate the monk.

That was more than ten years ago, and even his memory is not very clear, but he will never forget the unforgettable taste.

Of course, it does not rule out that the affairs in Hugushanfang City have nothing to do with monks.

The monks just happened to meet at the right time, and those who really took action were those ghost cultivators with strong cultivation. The ghost general of Hugushanfang City died, and even the temple of the Lord of Black Mountain was smashed to pieces.

The fragments of the valuable treasure inside the statue also disappeared.

Because of this, the Lord of the Great Black Mountain was so angry.

The bird monster's throat rolled slightly. Why didn't the king seem to care about the little monster's casualties?

Otherwise, why haven't I had any intention of leaving until now?

…

"Amitabha."

The monk calmly stared at the little monsters surrounding him.

A large area of ​​darkness, but actually the cultivation level is not good enough. Most of them only have enlightened spiritual intelligence, possess magic power, and can use superficial magic spells.

What's more, even the body is not completely transformed, and it even looks like the original body.

Tu Shanjun has two purposes, and his incarnation is controlled by his spiritual consciousness.

The main body inside the banner observed the scene outside through the soul flag, but the main body did not use any power.

Tushanjun's body cannot move even if he wants to, and Juefa's magic power is not enough to support his body in fighting.

If Hugushanfang City still looks like a place where people live, the mountain city in Beixing Mountain is like a serious monster cave. Every sight is full of little monsters, and ghosts are rarely seen.

Feeling the throbbing of the Divine Artifact of Consciousness Sea, Tu Shanjun's gaze extended far and wide.

He has even seen the temple of the Black Mountain Ghost King in the mountain city.

I have to say that the Black Mountain Ghost King is also a talent, no, it should be said that he is a 'ghost' talent.

He could actually think of this way to collect the power of incense.

Although this kind of willing power is more filthy than normal, as long as power can be digested into the stomach, it doesn't matter what it originally is.

The common people are ignorant and the spirits are actually not much better.

Even because he was born out of birds and beasts, he accepted the powerful ghost kings and demon kings more quickly, and naturally produced a lot of incense and wish power.

However, this is a variant approach.

In fact, we should still take root in the secular world and build a powerful divine body based on secular mortals.

Maybe the Daheishan Ghost King knew something, so he didn't use the most primitive and easiest method, but chose spirits and monsters to provide him with power.

Tu Shanjun doesn't care about the specific reason. For him, as long as it is evil spirit, it can be used to cast the strengthened soul flag.

As for why Jue Fa has to go all the way, it should be related to the practice of Jue Fa.

…

While Tu Shanjun was thinking, Juefa walked again.

Wherever it passed, the already unequal spirits were even more defeated.

The evil spirit on his body was so strong that before he could react, he became a dead soul in the hands of the monk.

In just a few breaths, the city streets were covered with a thick layer of corpses.

Broken limbs and broken arms, blood trickling down.

Bones and flesh were mixed together and smeared on the ground, on the surrounding walls, and in the cracks of the ruins of broken walls, broken wood and sunken beams that had been shattered by magic.

It’s daunting.

This was the first time Tu Shanjun had seen the monk take action in a real sense. He didn't expect it to be so murderous.

He happily collects evil spirits.

The black and red silk thread turned into a big net, and with a gentle pull, all the flesh and blood of the corpse turned into majestic evil energy and poured into the soul flag.

Tu Shanjun frowned.

The mana was boiling, and the filled mana turned into Gang Qi and enveloped the side of the body. The face became more solemn, and the pure glazed white bone body looked very solemn.

Even the realm seems to be loose.

Everything is developing towards the most ideal state.

However, Tushanjun understood very well that the monk's current situation was not very good.

Regardless of the momentum of a group trying to break through, it is even more appropriate to say that it is advancing by leaps and bounds.

However, the devil's heart in the white bone body beat even more vigorously, and traces of black energy traveled along the eight extraordinary meridians of the monk, and finally converged on the white bone Yin God in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The middle stage of foundation building, the late stage of foundation building...

As the magic power surged, a somewhat illusory-looking bone relic gathered out of thin air above Juefa's Dantian.

Juefa's eyes were gradually dyed black and red, and his clear expression was no longer visible.

The illusory white-bone Buddha light emerged behind Juefa. It looked like a castle in the air. Moreover, the white-bone Buddha light was also mixed with a faint black air, not rich, but profound.

…

"Juefa, why don't you wake up?!"

The monk was in a daze, as if he saw an old ape in cassocks, punching him, but what hit him was not the wind of the fist, but Qingming, which was like a wake-up call.

Golden light bloomed and the bones disappeared.

The old ape that broke into his sea of ​​consciousness was also submerged in the dazzling light.

Jue Fa's cultivation level declined rapidly.

Late stage of foundation building, middle stage of foundation building...

In the end, it did not return to the early stage of foundation building, but stayed in the middle stage of foundation building.

"Amitabha."

Juefa was surprised and at the same time couldn't help but feel happy.

Fortunately, he came back to his senses at the last moment, otherwise he would have completely aroused the demonic intention in his heart today, and the final result would have been unpredictable.

"Thank you, senior, for your help."

"You can wake up even if I don't help you." Tu Shanjun said calmly.

Tu Shanjun couldn't figure out what the demonic heart was, but since he dared to use it, there must be a way to suppress it.

Of course, he did take action.