"Master Jun, please do your best, there is no food left in the village."
The old man, whose pale hair was covered with dirt and dirty, holding a fire stick, begged bitterly.
His rickety body fell lower and lower, and his legs couldn't help but swing.
A few days ago, Huaifeng's officers and soldiers wanted to requisition food. They had already plundered it, and even the rations to keep them alive were not preserved. They had no choice but to dig wild vegetables and burn tree roots.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the officers and soldiers left, the rebels came again.
The man riding a tall horse, wearing military armor, and wearing an unmatched turban glanced at him lightly.
The small village is already dilapidated, and many places have just been hastily covered with new mud. Not to mention that it can't stop anything at all, and it will be even more miserable if it receives a little rain.
Inside the door, the women and children were half-clothed and all looked skinny.
He stared at them through the broken doors and windows.
Those pairs of eyes were full of fear and confusion, with a faint expression of misery.
"Where are the young people in the village?"
"Returning to the army, all the young men and women in the village have gone out to beg for food, leaving only the old, weak, women and children." The old man knelt on the ground, hoping that these soldiers who did not look like a royal army would leave.
The man on the horse looked unmoved, raised his hand and ordered: "Slaughter the village!"
When the order was given, the gathered rebel bandits immediately swarmed forward.
The blood evil fills up and turns into fire.
"I'll fight you."
The old man lying on the ground grabbed his crutch and rushed to the tall horse with a roar. Just as he raised the crutch in his hand, he saw a cold light flashing and blood flowing down his neck.
This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre, and the firelight was filled with cries.
Women's cries, children's cries, and the harsh sound of tearing clothes.
Perhaps because of the lack of energy due to hunger, even the noise became smaller and smaller, leaving only the sound of the massacre of rogue bandits.
The man sitting on the horse said loudly: "Take out the spine, lock the soul, and use flesh and blood to cast the altar."
The bandits did not dare to show any signs of neglect. They had already seen the general's cruelty. If they were slow, even their own heads would be chopped off by the soldiers. Their bodies would be stuffed into the altar, and even their souls would not be able to escape and be reincarnated.
After a while, an altar made of corpses appeared at the end of the village. The bottom layer was flesh and blood, the middle layer was a spine structure, and the upper layer was a skull.
Talismans were affixed on all sides to seal the soul inside the altar.
After everything was done, a man in a gray robe came over, holding the magic formula and chanting something.
The black evil spirit turned into mist, lingering above the altar and finally rushed into the altar.
The ghosts inside roared and screamed, and the ghost howls turned into ripples.
The red-eyed soul was rushed by the evil spirit, and the weak one was immediately destroyed on the spot. The pure Yin energy was absorbed by other Yin souls and quickly strengthened its body.
It's just that these Yin Qi are limited, and under the urging of the evil Qi, many Yin spirits fight and eat each other.
The method of raising poison is ordinary, but it can raise the most ferocious evil spirits.
"What a ferocious beast!"
The gray-robed monk looked happy, and the dark talisman flew out from his sleeve and stuck to the evil ghost's forehead.
…
Han An suddenly woke up, and the ferocious look on his face had not faded.
He hurriedly put on a long gown and walked to the courtyard.
Under the moonlight, I saw a woman walking out of the locust tree in front of me and landing in front of Han An.
Her graceful figure was covered by a long skirt, and her lotus-like arms passed under Han An's ribs.
Surrounding him, he whispered softly: "Master, are you having nightmares again?"
Han An hugged the woman, touched her silky hair, and whispered: "It's not a dream, it all happened. You know what I'm capable of."
Smelling the faint scent of locust flowers on the woman's body, Han An's expression softened a lot.
The woman leaned her pretty face on Han An's shoulder and said, "Master."
Han An sighed. He expected that a large army would invade the territory, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon.
Moreover, the demonic cultivators of Luo Jiao also used flesh and blood to forge the altar. Once this is done, Huaifeng will most likely fall.
Living in the city, he was quite constrained.
There are only a few powerful strangers and strangers contacted. Most of them are people who have practiced Taoism for several years but do not have strong combat power.
"I want to see him."
"Master, that Taoist priest is by no means simple. We still don't want to..."
"Madam, please rest assured, I know it well."
…
"Fellow Daoist Han is here to drink with me again?"
Under the moonlight, Tushanjun in front of the stone table was grinding herbs with a stone mill, sorting them out and testing their medicinal properties.
Han An, who smelled of locust flowers, sat at attention.
"Taoist Master, Huaifeng is in danger. We are in dire need. Luo Jiao demon cultivators built a platform and formed a magic circle in an attempt to trap Huaifeng. They also extracted souls and refined them to create ghost soldiers."
"When Huaifeng City is destroyed, the people in the city will be massacred."
Han An didn't know how to tell him, nor how to persuade Tu Shanjun.
Seven days had passed since the last time he looked for Tu Shanjun. When they met again, Han An actually felt his heart light up. He thought that the black-robed Taoist had left, but fortunately he was still in the city.
Tu Shanjun put down the medicine pestle in his hand, wiped his hands with a rag, then looked at Han An and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Han, do you think I don't want to take action?"
Han An was slightly surprised. Tu Shanjun was silent for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't the Taoist priest concerned about the sect that controls the monks?"
The black-robed Taoist shook his head slightly and said regretfully: "No, it's not that I don't want to, but that I can't take action."
"I'm not afraid of fellow Daoist Han's jokes. The only magic power I have left can only drive this body, not even the magic weapon to protect the Tao."
"ah?!"
After hearing Tu Shanjun's explanation, Han An was stunned and froze on the spot.
It took a long time to come back to my senses.
Looking at the butterfly-shaped wine bowl in front of him, his appearance was reflected in the moonlight.
The look on Han An's face was something he had never seen before.
His heart leaped into his throat, and he pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "Taoist Priest, the matter is now over, why do you have to trick me with such a joke."
Tu Shanjun did not respond. He indeed had no extra mana to support him.
I originally planned to help Li San and leave directly to find a suitable banner master.
He didn't leave until he heard that the war was about to begin.
I originally thought of gathering a batch of souls and filling them into the soul banner to enhance my own strength, but unexpectedly I didn't reserve enough energy. After so many days, I am already struggling.
As long as the last remaining magic candle in Dantian is extinguished, Zhu Polong's body will completely die.
Part of the reason is that the spell was too powerful to cover Li San with bearskin, causing the mana that was still enough to leave suddenly crossed the warning line.
If you don’t have enough experience, you won’t be able to do it perfectly.
…
Looking at the black-robed Taoist's serious look, Han An suddenly felt that he didn't need to lie to him at all.
The hope in my heart was annihilated, and the look in my eyes disappeared.
Han An let out a long sigh and stood up slowly while holding his hands, with a look of despair.
"I have a treasure that can pingluo teach demon cultivators."
After Tu Shanjun finished speaking, Han An, who had already stood up, paused, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly asked: "What kind of treasure is it?"
The black-robed Taoist swept his sleeves, turned his hand and spread his five fingers.
A small flag appeared in his hand, with countless ferocious ghosts painted on the open flag, and the main pole of the soul flag was entirely in black gold.
The moment he saw the soul flag, Han An's eyes widened, his magic power surged around his body, and the wooden dragon bracelet turned into a long sword in the wind and fell into his hand.
While surprised, he finally understood why he saw such a scene when he first saw the black-robed Taoist.
Only today did he understand.
What he saw was not the appearance of the black-robed Taoist at all, but this treasure.
You don't even need to open your Dharma Eyes, you can feel the power of the treasure just by observing it with your naked eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Han, there is no need to be so nervous."
Even though Tu Shanjun said so, Han An was still uneasy. His current mood was not understandable to outsiders. Maybe he could not recognize it, or he was not sure, so he still asked nervously: "A magic weapon?"
As he spoke, he compared the Zunhun Banner with the wooden dragon sword in his hand, and became very suspicious.
Until I heard Tushanjun’s answer.
"It's a magic weapon!"
Han An's eyes flickered, his energy and blood surged, and his face couldn't help but turn rosy.
At the same time, his vigilance towards Tushanjun was heightened to the extreme, and he even tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.
His expression changed, as if he was waiting for Tushanjun's subsequent words.
However, despite being calm on the surface, there were turbulent waves in his heart, even to the point where humans and gods were at war.
Greed flashed through his heart, and his originally clear eyes became a little cloudy.
If the treasure in front of me is really a magic weapon, there might be a chance to reverse the situation, and the black-robed Taoist also said that he has no magic power left in his body.
Seeing the actions of the person in front of him, Tu Shanjun couldn't help but laugh. People's greed is like a fire burning in their hearts. No matter how much persuasion and words are buried, it will be difficult to extinguish it.
"This treasure is called the 'Honored Soul Flag', and there is a powerful Yin spirit in the flag."
"As long as fellow Taoist Han gives this treasure to the Luo Jiao demon cultivators outside the military formation, I will naturally have a way to crack the Luo Jiao demon cultivators."
Tu Shanjun did not explicitly mention the soul flag's backlash. Some things cannot be explained too clearly, let alone to outsiders.
Is it possible that the promotion of the soul-honoring flag all over the world can backfire on the flag owner?
Moreover, even a few words related to one's own reasons cannot be explained clearly. If you talk too much, it will be easy to reveal your own background, and there is no guarantee that a powerful monk will not be able to find out something along these lines.
So he just told Han An that doing so could solve the demonic cultivators outside the city.
As for the specific method, of course, it is to backfire the demon cultivator and refine it into a banner slave, and then use the banner slave's magic power to defeat it.
In such a small place, there will never be a monk who is higher than Tu Shanjun.
Han An's expression changed, the scent of locust flowers on his body became stronger, and the clarity in his eyes began to take over.
"It seems that Han mistakenly trusted the Taoist Master. The Taoist Master refused to stay for a while. Isn't it to put away the ghost to fill this magic weapon?"
"What's the difference between this kind of behavior and Luo Jiao demon cultivator?"
"No, you are the devil."
Han An stared at Tushanjun, and his magic power started to work.
Tu Shanjun pondered for a long time and couldn't help but laugh. He stretched his arm half an inch forward, and the soul flag in his hand was spinning: "I am the devil, so my fellow Taoist is the right way?"
This chapter has been completed!