The guarding immortal looked at this ferocious ghost in astonishment.
He actually forgot to resist.
So was the first thought that came to his mind.
This cannot be blocked just by trying.
Tu Shanjun didn't even look at the guarding immortal master and went straight to Zhang Wanlong.
Zhang Wanlong was also stunned.
Just now when the Hundred Ghosts were walking at night, he seemed to have seen someone.
His only son Zhang Gui.
"That's it." Zhang Wanlong muttered absentmindedly.
"My son."
"Ah!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge ghost hand penetrated directly through his head.
Tu Shanjun dug out Zhang Wanlong's soul.
Zhang Wanlong's headless body lost support and fell to the ground.
There were no waves.
Zhang Wanlong misjudged the Zunhun Banner, and he also misjudged Li Qingfeng.
That's why I lost my life.
After being assassinated three times, Zhang Wanlong still has the means.
In the end, he was able to fight to the death and use the spirit-demon fusion technique to gain strength.
It's a pity that this power is too weak in Tushanjun's opinion.
If it hadn't been for the repeated obstruction by the guarding immortal master, everything could have ended that night.
Things are unpredictable, and fate is even more unpredictable.
The Sheriff is dead.
The guarding immortal master was silent. For some reason, something like a heavy burden in his heart fell to the ground.
I let out a sigh of relief.
The faces of the two worshipers from Liang Du were filled with astonishment and surprise.
Li Qingfeng stood up straight, holding the Soul Reverence Flag.
Baigui Yakou mobilized half of his mana in an instant.
But being able to take revenge is enough.
Follow the hundred ghosts back to the Zunhun Banner.
Li Qingfeng's great revenge was avenged.
"Hahaha!"
Li Qingfeng smiled.
Laughing wildly.
Hoarse laughter.
Tears flowed down the corners of my eyes.
"Father, mother!"
"Five treasures."
"The souls of the one hundred and three members of my Li family can rest in peace in heaven."
"I, Li Qingfeng, have avenged you."
Wanton shouting.
He no longer cares whether his identity is exposed.
There is nothing in this world worth caring about.
Tu Shanjun stood beside Li Qingfeng, placing his palms on Li Qingfeng's shoulders and looking around.
Wen Lichun's eyes were red, staring intensely at the Soul Reverend Flag in Li Qingfeng's hand.
The same is true for substantial offerings.
This sacred soul flag weapon is definitely not simple.
Even with his strength at the fourth level of Qi training, he felt a strong threat.
Definitely not an ordinary magic weapon.
"Is it middle-grade?"
"Let's talk about top-grade magic weapons!"
Wen Lichun unconsciously clenched the long sword in his hand.
The long sword in his hand is just a low-grade magic weapon made of refined iron.
Comparing it with others, it looks like a crudely made children's toy.
Unexpectedly, I saw a suspected high-grade magic weapon here.
It just so happens that they are still performing their official duties.
Kill people and seize treasures.
Justified.
The two looked at each other.
Wen Lichun could also see Zhu Dun's surprise and the greed hidden in his eyes that he could not hide.
It was also the first time for the guarding immortal master to see the Soul Reverend Banner being activated with all its strength, and it had such destructive power.
At that time, he truly felt death.
If he stands in front of Zhang Wanlong, he will definitely die.
"The magic weapon is so powerful."
Even at the fourth level of Qi training, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.
If you wait for the help of this treasure, it will be equivalent to having one more trump card that can win the same level.
However, thinking about the things within the sect, the guarding immortal master couldn't help but hesitate.
After all, they are on the right path, so it’s okay to use ordinary magic weapons.
The method of refining this soul flag is too cruel, and it needs to constantly replenish the soul and replenish the evil spirit.
Once or twice is fine, but if the sect notices it too many times, it will be troublesome.
Although he can withstand investigation, he can only be punished.
But the soul-revering banner in your hand will most likely be confiscated and destroyed.
Furthermore, if the sect punishes him severely, his cultivation may be ruined and he may be expelled from the sect.
"The high sect of Wuling Sect, the two of us are casual cultivators, and we live in Daliang to worship."
"The demon cultivator killed the county guard, please help us capture this beast with all our strength."
Wen Lichun looked at the young immortal master and immediately offered words of persuasion.
The guarding immortal master remained unconvinced and stood where he was.
Wen Lichun saw that the young man from the Wuling Sect neither refused nor accepted, and was just stunned. He did not ask any more questions, but looked at his colleagues.
Dunshishi has blocked the door, fearing that Li Qingfeng will escape.
Li Qingfeng stood up, held the Soul Reverend Flag tightly in his hand, and retreated towards the door.
He stared fiercely at the stocky Qi practitioner guarding the door and said sternly: "Get out of the way."
"Devil, after killing the county guard, do you still want to escape unscathed?"
Wen Lichun looked at Li Qingfeng with a smile and added: "You can't leave today unless you put down the magic weapon in your hand."
The two of them are bound to win.
When the ghost killed Zhang Wanlong just now, they had already fought with Li Qingfeng.
Now that Li Qingfeng is seriously injured, he still wants to make a comeback with his seriously injured body?
I want them to get out of the way so easily.
Dream!
Li Qingfeng laughed out loud.
If he gives up the Soul Reverend Flag, he really can't leave.
Once he loses the magic weapon in his hand, he is like a tiger that has lost its teeth and can only be slaughtered by others. How could he be stupid enough to dig his own grave?
"Destroy the soul banner and abolish your cultivation, and I can let you leave." The young immortal master's voice sounded.
Wen Lichun and Immortal Master Dunshi were both stunned.
Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Five Spirits Sect would actually advocate destroying the Soul Reverend Flag and want to save this man's life.
It doesn't matter whether it is preserved or not. For them, as long as there is a dead person to pay attention to, it is fine, but the soul flag cannot be destroyed.
This magic weapon is at least medium grade, and may even be top grade.
If it turns out to be some kind of ancient treasure, it would be a pity to destroy it.
Their greed does not allow them to destroy this treasure.
In their opinion, this disciple of the Five Spirits Sect was probably moved by the Soul Banner and wanted to interfere, so he swallowed the Soul Banner with such a righteous idea.
When this person brings the soul flag back to the sect, where will they find him?
Isn’t it up to others to decide whether it will be destroyed or not?
Li Qingfeng grinned, stared fiercely at the remaining Qi practitioners, and spoke clearly: "The fate is there, the flag is here!"
The flag is his life.
If you want the Zunhun Banner, you want Li Qingfeng’s life.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Shake violently.
The black mist stirred, and Tushanjun had been waiting for a long time.
He held Li Qingfeng by his waist and under his ribs, and rushed straight to the main door guarded by Immortal Master Dunshi.
"Look down on me!"
Make a solid offering and roar.
While inciting mana, a tortoise-shell magic weapon appeared on his body.
"Show."
It is shaped like a hexagonal splicing, and is put on the body of a solid worshiper.
Tu Shanjun, who was protecting Li Qingfeng, showed a ferocious look on his face, roared angrily, and crashed into him like a fierce mountain ape.
Boom!
The solid offering was pushed out several feet, and the ravine at its feet was a foot wide.
But he still blocked Tushanjun's way.
"Don't leave, the devil."
Wen Lichun took out a palm-sized copper bell.
Shake.
The sound waves point directly at the soul.
Tu Shanjun felt that his ghost body was affected.
It stopped for a moment.
A flying sword flew with sword light and pierced his shoulder blade with a whoosh.
Penetrate directly and spin in the air.
The owner of the ebony flying sword looks determined.
He can't let Li Qingfeng leave, it will be a disaster if he becomes a big devil in the future.
Black blood flowed down the wound.
Li Qingfeng, who was pinched by Tu Shanjun, looked nervous.
Quickly cover Tushanjun’s wound with both hands.
"No, don't die."
"Please."
Li Qingfeng cried and shook his head vigorously: "I can't leave."
"Brother Ghost, let's go."
"Leave me alone."
"Hold the Soul Flag, I have enough mana left for you to leave."
The banner of Xu Zun’s soul has turned into a ruler and was handed over by Li Qingfeng.
Seeing Tu Shanjun being seriously injured, Li Qingfeng couldn't stop crying.
He has nothing left but his ghost brother.
If you can take revenge, you can also save your life.
"I know you understand."
"Go, go as far as possible!"
Tushanjun laughed.
"Since you call me brother, how can I abandon you?"
"Don't cry."
"I'll take you out!"
The sound is like the muffled sound of a bell.
Like a fierce ghost roaring.
Hoarse.
But the sound was really heard in Li Qingfeng's ears.
Li Qingfeng was stunned.
The tears on my face seemed to have stagnated.
"Okay!"
This chapter has been completed!