Tan Lin was scared.
Boundless fear arose in his heart.
That is the reverence for death.
The more you practice, the more you fear your body will die and your Tao will disappear.
But today, he felt the haze hanging over his head. The lingering shadow seemed to be completely imprinted in his heart, and it had already expanded beyond control just by recalling it for a moment.
Is the Taoist heart blocked? Maybe it is, but now he has no time to think at all, he just wants to live.
The sword control technique was used with all his strength, and the sword light turned into a rainbow and broke through the heavy fog in front of him.
As soon as he rushed out, the silence suddenly disappeared, and the warm sounds returned to the world.
The wind moved, the clouds moved, or birds and animals ran around, as well as the breathing of residents hiding in the city. In short, he finally escaped from that oppressive and heavy world.
I used all kinds of escape techniques and finally rolled and crawled out of the mist.
Still panicking, Tan Lin didn't dare to stop at all, and took a quick glance to activate the sealing technique.
Suddenly.
A blue-black ghost hand rested on Tan Lin's shoulder.
It was bitingly cold, I couldn't feel any warmth, and it was as cold as cold iron.
Tan Lin shivered in fright, then pointed his sword to summon the flying sword, and slashed at his shoulder without any hesitation, without any mercy.
Maybe this sword cut would not only cut off the ghost hand, but also remove his entire shoulder. However, he didn't have much choice and could only do this.
However, the flying sword hit the ghost's hand, like cotton hitting a stone, not moving at all.
The horror in Tan Lin's eyes overflowed, and his narrowed pupils couldn't help but tremble. He turned his hand and took out the talisman.
"disease."
But before the talisman was activated, his body was pulled into the thick mist again.
It's not that Tushanjun is bullying others. Even if he doesn't admit it, he actually doesn't belong to the living person anymore.
As the main soul of the soul banner, it is more terrifying than ordinary ghosts. Facing him with insufficient skills is no different from ordinary people facing ferocious evil ghosts.
"Bang."
The heavy object fell to the ground.
Han An took a closer look and saw a corpse appearing in front of the big locust tree.
There was still fear on the face of the corpse, as if it had tried to cry out for help before it was alive, but now it was just cold and dead, like a carelessly discarded rag.
"This black flag is so terrifying?"
Han An couldn't help but look at the soul flag in his hand.
The black flags fluttered in the breeze, and the evil ghosts floating in the soul flags crowded around.
The soul flags fluttered down, as if they would emerge from it at any time.
At this moment, Han An felt that his idea was right. If such a powerful magic weapon fell into the hands of those outside, the harm it would cause would be even greater today.
However, he unconsciously remembered what the black-robed Taoist said.
Maybe……
Thousands of ghost soldiers have not yet been dealt with, and he has no time to think about the black-robed Taoist's plan.
There is no use in guessing, not to mention that he has already used this black flag. Even if the Taoist's plan is really good, it cannot be implemented now.
Just as he was about to activate the soul flag to collect thousands of evil spirits in front of him, Han An lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand.
The light red lines spread slowly.
His body is like a piece of cracked porcelain that may break into a pile of dregs in a while.
"Is your soul body about to reach its limit?"
Han An no longer paid much attention to his own situation, but held the Soul Flag with both hands and shook it.
The flags of the honored soul are moving, and the wind stops the fog.
I just felt that the originally dark sky suddenly became a lot brighter.
Li Sanzheng was fighting with the ghost general, and the next moment the ghost general in front of him disappeared without a trace, along with the ghost soldiers in formation.
Looking back, I happened to see Han An waving a black flag.
Boom.
Han An's banner fell to the ground, and scarlet lines had climbed up to his face.
His face now looks like it is made up of tiny pieces of porcelain, and even his body has become a lot darker.
"Stop, if you wave the soul flag again, you will die."
The indifferent sound is like a clear spring dripping into a cold pool.
Han An was shocked.
How could he forget the owner of this voice? After all, he had harassed him many times and even drank from him.
"Taoist Priest?"
Han An asked in surprise. He also understood that such a person would definitely not die.
No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it, and after those words, there was only a long silence.
"There are still Luo Jiao people outside the city. If they are allowed to leave, they will gather ghost soldiers to attack the city next time."
"They must die."
"If possible, I would even like to kill the 200,000 bandits piled outside."
Oops.
What a bold idea.
Tushanjun inside the banner was surprised by Han An's idea.
Two hundred thousand people, not to mention other objects, no one dares to bear this huge cause and effect.
Moreover, the power of Wanfa Sect is still so strong that any foundation-building monk can crush Han An to death.
Han An seemed to be saying it to Tu Shanjun, but also seemed to be saying it to himself.
While he was speaking, he turned the copper stove over with his seal and took out the three sticks of incense inside.
The three sticks of incense that were burning with only their tails were stuffed into his mouth.
"lead."
The seals complete the technique.
Rays of light yellow light flew out from the soldier's body and converged towards his body.
Without the blessing of the pale yellow light, most of the remaining soldiers in the military formation collapsed and fell into a coma, and some who did not faint were also in a state of weakness and unable to move.
In fact, there are not many soldiers left alive.
Although they are veterans full of vitality, they are fighting against the ghost soldiers, especially when the ghost general puts down the big banner and then the pale ghost king appears. The entrance of these two ghosts quickly reduces their numbers.
To be able to survive, strength and luck are both indispensable.
After a while, Han An's porcelain-like body suppressed most of him.
Although it is still terrifying, the cracks on his body have faded a lot.
Holding the Soul Flag in his hand tightly, Han An let out a long breath and shook the Soul Flag again.
Heaven and earth momentarily.
Han An suddenly found that the situation around him had changed, and the darkness was getting worse than the ghost mist.
Candlelight flickers in the distance.
It's already here in the blink of an eye.
The candlelight that gradually increased like a staircase gave this place a faint light, but Han An couldn't feel the slightest peace of mind. Looking at the shrines illuminated by the faint firelight, it was even more terrifying and strange.
A figure wearing a black robe and a hood appeared in front of Han An.
Although the body shape was different, he could not forget the black robe. Looking at the eyes in the darkness, he felt a little more familiar.
I couldn't help but ask: "Is that you, Taoist Priest?"
"it's me."
He waved his hand to create a stone table and bench, and placed the butterfly-shaped wine bowl on it. After sitting down, the black-robed Taoist looked at Han An and asked, "I don't know something."
Han An held the ceremony: "If you have any questions, Taoist Master, I will answer them."
"But I don't have much time. Please use your strength to kill the Luo Jiao demon cultivators outside the city first."
Tu Shanjun did not agree, but said: "You don't have to worry."
He used the dream-entrance technique to attract Han An's consciousness, and also constructed a part of the realm of gods and death in the dream, making the dream a little magical, enough to condense all the thoughts, questions and answers into a single moment.
Since Tu Shanjun has already explained this, Han An can only suppress his eager murderous intention first.
"Excuse me, Taoist Master."
"Where does your strength come from? These things are very different from magic power." As he spoke, Tushanjun opened his green and black ghost hands, and a pale yellow light appeared, even with a little red in the pale yellow.
A light flashed in his eyes.
Although Grandmaster Jindan's power only recovered a little, Han An was unable to hide.
Most of Han An's body is made up of this pale yellow light, of which the proportion of mana is very small. The whole body seems real and illusory, not like a living person.
Logically speaking, the body of a spirit should not be like this, even if the spirit soul escapes and becomes a Dharmakaya, it should not be like this.
"What the Taoist asked..."
During the hesitation, he even hesitated a lot of words.
Finally, he let out a long sigh: "That's all, maybe there will be no more of me after today, so I will entrust this thing to the Taoist Priest."
As he spoke, his hands formed a magic technique and pointed towards his forehead.
"out."
Pale yellow light bloomed, and a thumb-sized seal wrapped in Tianqing's aura appeared in Han An's hand.
Tushanjun's expression changed.
Han An didn't know, but he understood that this was a conscious dream. It was not an exaggeration to say it was a memory. How could this thing be brought out in a dream?
As soon as Xiaoyin appeared, Han An's body, which had improved slightly, immediately returned to the original difficult condition, and even became more serious.
It seems like it will shatter into smoke and dust at the slightest touch.
Tu Shanjun raised his hand and grabbed the small seal in his hand. Less than half of the small seal was missing, and it was also covered with cracks. It was impossible to tell what kind of animal it was on the seal. Only the claws and feet remained, leaving pitted gaps.
Turning over the seal, Tu Shanjun's eyes suddenly froze.
"Ghost Feng City God."
The ghost character is slightly smaller, not like a single character, but like a component of some character.
"Huaifeng, Huaifeng City God?"
"Is this power the power of incense and wish?"
Tu Shanjun felt that he had inherited a problem.
He had never seen anyone else holding something, but he had seen it in the hands of a strange spirit in the human world near the ghost land.
The Immortal Way prospered, but the Shinto Way disappeared.
Nowadays, everyone is vying for immortality, and it is not far from the truth to say that the supernatural beings will vanish into ashes.
Now this small seal, engraved with the name of the city god, is probably just the ashes of the Shinto.
Tu Shanjun felt a little strange and confused while holding it, and also had a slight fear of unknown things.
However, what happened here could not affect his state of mind.
Twenty years later, he is no longer the anxious novice he was when he first traveled through time, and his views on power are also different from before.
Han An felt anxious.
His condition was not good. After Xiaoyin escaped, his body was no longer stable.
However, Tu Shanjun cannot be urged.
Looking at the other person's appearance, he was obviously thinking about something.
The sound of something breaking woke Tushanjun up. He looked up and saw that Han An's face had a few more cracks.
Tu Shanjun sent Xiao Yin back, and the cracks on Han An's body quickly faded.
'I'll help you kill Jiao Luo's Qi trainers first.'
The black mist was like a ferocious evil spirit crawling out of the flags, disappearing into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
There is one more chapter, I will publish it after the revision.
This chapter has been completed!