But the red-haired Taoist released the objects in his hand and immediately became the base of the formation hidden in all directions of the prison.

When the rotation is rotated, the mana turns into silk threads and wraps the small array.

Most of the children in the inner prison are relatively ignorant, and a few of them are smart, but they are also silent because of the environment.

Maybe they are not very clear about their future, but people have natural fears of demons and ghosts, even children who have not yet grown up are no exception.

Coupled with the panic of leaving home and the hesitation of parents not around, even the smartest child, he dare not say that he is too active.

Who knows who the demon will eat next?

However, today is different.

Although Tushanjun's incarnation is similar to that of ghost cultivators, his body looks more like a human being because of Tushanjun's concealment.

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

"It's saved, children, we can go home." Dr. Song suppressed his voice.

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

Perhaps the monster felt that the apprentice had no need to exist, so he killed the man and ate it.

I feel nervous and worried, and one day I will explode.

Just like now.

The Red-haired Taoist was standing in front of him, and it was obviously safe, but his body was trembling like a sieve.

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

"Can you go home?"

“Woo…”

"Dad, where are you?"

“…”

Children are very infectious about each other, and crying will turn into pieces.

Women who take care of children cannot coax them well.

He is in the demon's nest, so such a sound seems too loud and it is easier to attract the monster's attention.

Tushanjun didn't care about the monster coming, but it was too noisy.

Raising his hand, the dots of mana scattered from his hands.

The soft mana turns into sleepiness.

The children who were awakened and nervously fell asleep one by one on the haystack bed, and only two adults were still awake.

Dr. Song suddenly felt that his symptoms had subsided.

However, seeing that the children fell down, they hurriedly wiped away their snot and tears, and asked with concern: "Master, these children..."

Tushanjun explained: "They will wake up until the matter is over."

After saying that, he sat cross-legged in front of the prison room, and while sitting in meditation, he re-sacrificed the evil in his hand.

This incarnation is to protect these people and prevent accidents from happening. It also requires waiting for the awakening and the body to handle things well.

...

"Not good, Shanjun, no more!"

There was a resounding outside the hall.

A bird monster whose wings were not yet transformed into a clean bird.

As soon as they stepped into the hall, they seemed to have tripped by the threshold, and their bodies rolled forward.

I walked several times in a row until I reached the steps.

I stopped eating shit.

"Mr. Shan, it's not good." The bird monster swallowed hard, swallowed all the anxious and reversed breath, knelt on the ground, his head drooped on the bricks and stones, and he spoke after he was relieved.

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

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

Bird monsters, like beans, poured out what they knew: "A living person killed the wolf-headed monster, broke the prison and rushed out of the street. He was confronting the group of monsters in the market. In the past few kung fu, many little monsters have died."

"Living person?"

The sound above the head sounded again, and the words were filled with the roar of wild beasts, which sounded a little hoarse, but very loud.

The bird monster raised its head, and the top of the steps was a large bed standing horizontally, lying on it with a burly figure.

But now I've sat up straight.

The monsters guarding the side were silent and dared not speak.

"That's right, he is a living person, or a monk." The bird monster quickly added.

Shan Jun tskated lightly, and the tiger clawed cushion fell on the prism armrest beside him and said, "Men?"

The north is vast, and he is the mountain king under the throne of the Great Heishan Ghost Throne, in order to help the Great Heishan Ghost King do business.

Therefore, I have heard a lot about Hugushan Market.

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

"Can there be other ghost cultivators?"

Shan Jun's inquiry made the bird monster stunned for a moment, and after recalling, he said with certainty: "I didn't see any other ghost cultivators when I returned to Shan Jun."

"No ghost cultivator participates."

Beidishanjun's face showed a strange look. The information on Hugushan said that three or four ghost cultivators took action.

This makes people wonder about the monk's true identity, perhaps he is a monk passing by the mountain city.

There are also examples like this in the past.

When he saw the monsters and monsters gathered in the mountain city, he pierced his head with the name of killing demons and eliminating demons.

The tiger claws stretched and stretched, and the monk Beidi recalled the delicious food he had when he ate the monk last time.

It was already more than ten years ago, and even the memory was not clear, but he would never forget the endless aftertaste.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the matter in Hugushan Market has nothing to do with monks.

The monks just happened to meet the situation. The real attack was the ghost cultivators with strong cultivation. The ghost general in Hugushanfang City died, and even the temples of the Lord of Black Mountain were smashed to pieces.

The fragments of the treasure inside the statue also disappeared.

It is precisely because of this that the Lord of the Great Black Mountain was so angry.

The bird monster's throat rolled slightly, why did the king not seem to care about the casualties of the little monster?

Otherwise, why didn't I want to leave until now?

...

"Amitabha."

The monk calmly stared at the little monsters surrounding them layer by layer.

A large number of black films, but their cultivation is not enough. Most of them are just enlightened and intelligent, possess magic power, and able to use superficial magic.

More often than not, even the body is incomplete, and it is simply the appearance of the body.

Tushanjun uses one mind and two uses, and transforms into a spiritual sense to control it.

The body inside the banner observes the scene outside through the soul banner, but the body does not use power.

Tushanjun’s original body cannot move even if he wants to, and the magic power of the real body is not enough to support the real body’s combat.

If Hugushan Town still looks like a human being, the mountain city on the north hiking mountain is a serious monster cave, and all the eyes are small monsters, and even ghosts and ghosts rarely see them.

Feeling the throbbing of the magic weapon of the sea of ​​consciousness, Tu Shanjun's gaze extended very far.

He even saw 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 talented person, no, he should be called a "ghost".

He could actually think of this way to collect incense vows.

Although such a vow is more dirty than normal, as long as the power can be digested into the stomach, no matter what it originally looks like.

The ordinary and ignorant are actually not much better.

Even because he was born from birds and beasts, the demon king accepted the powerful ghost king faster, so he would naturally produce a lot of incense power.

However, this is a variant.

In fact, we should take root in the mundane world and shape a powerful divine body based on the mundane world.

Perhaps the Great Black Mountain Ghost King knew something, so he did not use the most primitive and easiest method, but chose the monsters and ghosts to provide power to him.

Tushanjun didn't care about the specific reason. For him, as long as it was evil energy, it could be used to melt and strengthen the soul-respectful banner.
To be continued...