The aura of inspiration that uniquely belongs to the pinnacle Great True Monarch explodes.

With such ability, if he were placed outside, he would still be the overlord.

The moment the aura bloomed, the ripples formed by the spiritual machine suddenly razed the small courtyard behind him to the ground. Perhaps if it continued, even the surrounding Jujun Tower would be shattered by the pressure of the great monk.

It's a pity that even such a monk is still unable to fight back in the hands of Lord Tushan.

The black and red silk thread tightened with the ghost's hand.

All inspiration and energy are stagnant.

The Governor looked down in horror, and he saw a double image of his Yin Shen.

No, it's not a double image, but his Yin Shen has left his physical body. The black and red threads are not stuck in the flesh and blood at all, but are tightly locking the Yin Shen and dragging it out.

After practicing for so many years, he has never seen such strange supernatural powers.

Tu Shanjun glanced around before withdrawing, and said calmly: "A lot of people will die in the battle in the city, so I have no choice but to have you die in my hands first."

An illusory shadow of a shrine appeared behind the governor, and the black-red thread seemed to extend from the shrine.

At this moment, the governor felt that his thinking had slowed down a lot, as if he had been in a trance for a moment.

After the trance, the Yin Shen has left the body.

In the blink of an eye, it was wrapped in black and red silk thread and turned into a rice dumpling.

It fell into the hands of the black-robed monk.

"Swallowing souls."

The bloody mouth covered with fangs opened wide, and the green-faced monk seemed to have finally revealed his true nature as an evil spirit, and was about to tear the evil spirit into pieces and devour him alive.

"You must not kill me!"

"I am the leader of the organization. If I die, the organization will definitely find out the truth."

"The organization has thousands of branches, and I am just the governor of one of them. You should know the consequences of offending the organization!" The governor struggled and tried to tear open the big web woven by silk threads, but he found that he could not break free at all.

Now he can only move out of the organization and move out the forces he can truly rely on.

But just now, he was still planning to organize the monks' things.

"organize?"

Tu Shanjun let out a light sigh.

The Yin Shen stared at the Governor, seeming to want to get a false message from his mouth. However, to his disappointment, this man was very determined and did not waver in the slightest.

I was about to use the Soul Searching Technique to check, but due to lack of mana, I gave up the idea.

Tu Shanjun is not afraid of organizations but is a little curious about what kind of organization can establish such a huge force. Such a force is probably more profound and terrifying than the sects in the Eastern Wilderness Realm.

"The Peak Great True Monarch is just the master of the helm?"

He chuckled and shook his head slightly.

No one would believe such words.

If it was such a huge organization, even if he should have heard of it long ago, it should have become famous all over the world. Why is it so invisible now?

"I have killed many people, and they all felt that they were the ones who did not deserve to die."

"Fellow."

"Please enter the banner!"

Tu Shanjun smiled calmly.

Open your big mouth and swallow it.

…

In the inner and outer ridges of Tianji City, there is Tianchi for raising soldiers.

The Soul Flag that had been restored to its original appearance bloomed with a faint light.

After obtaining this Nascent Soul Yin Shen, the repair of the Soul Flag has gone a step further.

Fortunately, the Soul Banner was originally in a damaged state, otherwise the entry of the Yuanying Yin Shen into the banner would further enhance the strength of the main soul. At this time, the Breakthrough God Master was unable to support it, and the devil knows what would happen.

It is precisely because he has experienced it long ago that Tu Shanjun can confidently and boldly lead the Yuan Ying Yin Shen into the banner.

Looking up, I saw the sound of thunder in the distance.

Tu Shanjun smiled and said lightly: "This is the aura of thunder and calamity."

He waved his hand and swept over, and the body of the Nascent Soul cultivator standing in front of him turned into evil energy.

He turned around and looked, and fear flashed in Lu Jing's eyes. It was very obvious fear. Lu Jing finally understood that, just like the appearance of this senior, he was indeed a giant in the magic way.

Double horns, red hair, green face and fangs.

Never bluffing.

The method of swallowing souls and refining souls is even more skillful and makes one's scalp numb.

It's hard to imagine what the consequences would be if such a method was used on oneself.

The tall figure walked up to Lu Jing.

The senior master who killed the governor with a snap of his fingers walked up to him and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Not...afraid."

Thinking that he would die at any time, Lu Jing became calm again: "Afraid!"

Of course he felt scared. Anyone who faced such a powerful demon master would feel scared, especially if his cultivation level was not high enough.

Now he still needs help from others. As a killer, he never thinks that anyone will help him without any reward.

Now that the governor is dead, it is his turn to pay a sufficient price.

Canran smiled and said: "What's the price?"

"What price?"

"Senior's price for helping me."

When he heard him ask this question, Tu Shanjun was obviously stunned for a moment.

He never seeks anything in return from others.

However, it does come with a price.

"Your Yinshen."

"After you die, the Yin Shen will be taken away by me."

Tu Shanjun looked at him calmly, even his voice was much softer, as if he didn't want to disturb Lu Jing's sleep with his loud voice.

"That's not bad." Lu Jing smiled, and the fear in his eyes gradually dissipated. Maybe he was still scared, but he became much calmer. There is always a price to pay for asking for help, and this price is already too much for him.

It was excellent, and he had no more extravagant wishes.

"Senior's boat and copper lamp were sold by me, and a lot of the spiritual stones in the storage ring were used."

"The things are placed in Guxian Tower."

Lu Jing tremblingly took out a bronze key from his arms, and then took out a token from his storage bag and said: "I placed the incomplete Taoist soldiers in Tianchi to raise troops. Seniors can use this token to defeat them."

Take it away.”

"..."

Tu Shanjun took the key and token, looked up, and saw several powerful auras coming from the horizon.

So he returned the key and token to Lu Jing and said, "The monks in Tianji City have noticed that if I hold them, I will attract attention."

As long as he doesn't bring these foreign objects with him, he can completely dismantle his body and turn into evil spirits and leave. Not only will he not be seen through, but even his traces will not be found.

…

This time it is not a small fortress flying boat, but a disc-shaped spiritual boat hidden in the clouds.

Except for those with advanced cultivation, the monks in the city did not notice such a mount flying by and staying just above the Jujun Tower.

"Where's the image from the camera?"

"Because the monk who took action was so powerful, the camera was damaged a long time ago. In addition, because of the isolation of the magic circle, the external camera did not capture his figure."

The monks in the circle quickly reported and scanned the instruments belonging to Tianji City in the small courtyard one by one, but no useful information was obtained.

The monk who was sitting in the circle stepped forward, and the pressure belonging to the Great True Monarch turned into waves.

The divine light of the spiritual officer's eyes burst out, capturing the aura remaining in the small courtyard. However, he was still disappointed. There was not much aura in the small courtyard, and it seemed that there were only three strands.

One of them stopped suddenly, the other was so weak that it was difficult to detect, and the most obvious breath also changed.

"Two peak Nascent Soul cultivators, and one in the late Golden Core stage."

The monk frowned and said, "Why did the mana fluctuations disappear so quickly without causing much damage?"

Immediately afterwards, the monk snorted coldly and said impatiently: "It's such an accident, why are you so anxious to inform me? It's just a few breath fluctuations, aren't you making fun of me?"
To be continued...