The weight of the soul flag, which originally weighed more than a thousand kilograms, disappeared in an instant and fell into his hands very lightly.
"What is it? It turns out to be a pig dragon that has become a spirit."
"This fishy smell is really unpleasant."
"It is better to catch the sun than to pick it up."
"Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner."
Zhu Po Long's bell-like eyes suddenly lost focus, and his bloody mouth was full of fangs.
Under the strong pressure of the main soul in the middle stage of the golden elixir, not to mention the little monsters, even the completely transformed foundation-building demon cultivators would not have the slightest chance to resist.
It would be better to say that when it touched the soul flag, it had already been sentenced to death by Tu Shanjun.
"call!"
He let out a breath of turbid breath, and Zhu Polong's lost eyes refocused.
His eyes are no longer turbid as they were at first, leaving only clarity, and his divine light is shining and restrained.
Zhu Po Long, no, now it is Tu Shanjun who controls this body.
He lowered his head and looked at his body. He was short in stature, slightly ugly in appearance, and had a big head with pits.
In the late stage of Qi training, Zhu Polong has developed most of his spiritual intelligence, but due to natural growth, his understanding of many things is still the habits of wild beasts.
When you encounter something that attracts you, you should naturally go and see it.
If you smell meat, you will take two bites.
There are also people passing by in boats on the river. On rainy days, the Pig Dragon will manipulate the mist and spin the water to overturn the boat.
"This body is barely enough."
There is a bright moon in the blue sky above my head, and a wet river bank under my feet.
The flippers stepped on the shore mixed with mud and sand, and the ripples of the river's current echoed around the ankles.
This pig dragon has been quite cautious.
If something unexpected happens, you can always use the clear water under your feet to escape back to the river.
Generally speaking, monks whose cultivation level is similar to that of Zhu Po Long will not be able to fight with the transformed Zhu Po Dragon in the river even if they are good at water fighting.
Unfortunately, he met the Zunhun Banner.
The wind is light, the mist is moist, and the water is full under the moon.
It's supposed to make people feel wet and uncomfortable.
But for Tu Shanjun, the main soul who has been trapped in the magic weapon for a long time, these real touches are another kind of enjoyment.
No wonder the three-body monster didn't take action as soon as he untied his shackles.
Instead, open your arms and enjoy the tranquility of the moonlight.
With a slight movement of magic power, Tushanjun turned the ten-foot-long soul flag into an inch-long scale casually pinned to his waist. Tushanjun dragged Zhu Polong's five-short body towards the river.
Gududu.
It didn't take long for him to dive into the water.
At first, the water in the river was quite clear, but the further you dived, the deeper it became, with rolling silt, covered with water plants, and groups of fish and shrimps that looked white and fat.
"That's weird." Tu Shanjun sighed.
Is it because there is sufficient spiritual energy that the creatures in the rivers and streams have sufficient nutrients?
Although the river was only about two feet wide, when I actually swam down, I discovered that there was an underground river connected to it. From the bottom up, there was a sparkling line of light, which was far different from the surrounding darkness.
If it weren't for the flowing river, it would be an exaggeration to call it a deep cold pool.
Following the smell, we finally arrived at Zhu Po Long's water house.
It is said that the Water Mansion is nothing more than a cave for river spirits, and it can be regarded as the shelter of the Pig Woman Dragon.
A lot of dead wood and rocks were sunk inside the cave to make a nest.
There are also a few dead bones piled in the corner.
Some are humanoid and some are beasts, but the flesh on them has long since disappeared.
"There are many treasures in the world where the monsters are stationed. The ancients are sincere and will not deceive me." Tu Shanjun murmured softly, looking at a fluorescent plant deep in the cave with bright eyes. The clear spring has probably been used as a source for hundreds of years.
Medicinal power.
"A century-old blue water flower, what a fun thing."
"This thing barely reaches the eyes, it is one of the medicinal materials that can dilute the Yingyue Dan Liquid."
Tushanjun had the intention of searching for it, so when he saw this medicinal material again, he naturally would not waste it.
Take out a talisman from the soul flag.
Take out the jade box, use a small jade pick to knock down the green water flowers, put them into the jade box, and seal them with a yellow talisman.
Although the decrease in mana is not that much, it is still noticeable.
Tu Shanjun still hoped to use this pig-woman dragon flag slave to get out of the Yinfeng Valley, so he did not put the talisman back.
Instead, he pulled out a bundle from the pile of dead bones and threw the jade box into the bundle.
"Let's go."
After Tu Shanjun combed Zhu Po Long's water house, he turned around, plunged into the river outside, and swam towards the river bank.
Yinfeng Valley is just a depression in the ground, dominated by rivers and streams.
The fact that this spirit can stay here is enough to show that there are no other powerful monsters except it.
However, there were still a few remaining souls in the mountain, and Tushanjun did not let them go, collecting them all into soul flags as supplements.
No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.
The soul flag is a magic weapon that adds up to a small amount. Now that I have met Tu Shanjun, I naturally want to collect the ghosts into the soul flag to become my own help.
In the early morning, dew wets my legs and feet.
The flippers were full of mud and weeds.
After running and chasing, Bu Wu finally stopped the afterimage in front of him, and the soul flag turned, dragging the ghost into the soul flag.
"The fifth one."
Zhu Po Long stared at it for a long time before finally touching the soul flag, so there was not much time left for Tu Shanjun.
It's daybreak now.
It took more than an hour to find five ghosts, most of whom had just entered the level.
"Is there reincarnation but not hell in this world?"
"Although there are so many lonely ghosts running around, there are no evil spirits." This thought appeared in Tushanjun's mind again.
However, legends from past lives cannot be applied randomly.
His understanding of the world of cultivating immortals is shallow, and ancient law books have never mentioned anything about this.
Maybe there will be similar organizations.
For example, Wanfa Sect specializes in dealing with monks interfering in the mortal world.
But looking at the work efficiency of Wanfa Sect, most of them deal with large-scale incidents.
It involves hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of mortal beings, and only then did the Foundation Establishment monks come in person.
In fact, upon closer inspection, Wanfa Sect is more of a deterrent.
Tu Shanjun was too lazy to think too much. The first priority was to find a suitable banner master and then steadily collect the living souls.
"The town closest to the river..."
Tushanjun followed the path and just walked out of Yinfeng Valley, when two figures were walking towards him not far away.
Coir raincoat, bamboo hat, coarse cloth short coat.
Walking through the forest path.
Tu Shanjun casually created a magic technique to disguise the monster's body, transforming himself into a wandering Taoist priest.
He took two steps forward and was about to ask for directions when he stopped.
Instead, the two people spoke first: "That Taoist, where are you from?"
As I got closer, I could see it more clearly.
The old man is slightly shorter, with wrinkles on his face like old tree bark. The skin exposed outside his short clothes is dark and strong, obviously because he often does strenuous work.
The young man took off his bamboo hat and stared at the poor Taoist walking on the path with his sharp eyes.
Tu Shanjun looked at the other person up and down.
The old man was carrying a hatchet, and the young man put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist like a good guy, staring at him eagerly.
"I'm just passing through and want to ask the donor..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man: "Last night, there was a foreign object falling from the sky. Have you ever seen it?"
Even Tu Shanjun was stunned by the other party's words. These two people actually came after the fallen soul flag. It seemed that there was indeed a lot of movement last night.
"This is what the donor said."
Tushanjun smiled and threw the soul flag out, turning it into Zhang Xu in the wind and standing in front of the young man.
The soul flag flutters in the wind, and every trace of evil energy leaks out.
The young man was shocked by the sudden change in Nuo, but he was immediately attracted by the soul flag.
After being promoted to the mid-stage magic weapon, the appearance of the soul flag becomes more majestic, and it is no longer like the kneaded child's toy at the beginning.
As long as you are not a fool, you can understand the power of the magic weapon.
"baby!"
Just as the young man was about to reach out and touch, he was grabbed by the old man beside him and shouted: "No!"
"Dad, this is obviously a treasure. If we get this treasure, even the Lord of the River will no longer be our opponent."
"I know, but there is something wrong with this person." The old man looked at the poor Taoist carrying the baggage, his cloudy eyes flashed with a fierce light.
It's okay to be able to walk out of the river so arrogantly, and even take the treasure away.
Do you really think the Lord of Hexi is a vegetarian?
This down-and-out Taoist must have the means. Not only can he defeat the Lord of the River, he can also escape calmly.
"Do you want to take it or not? If not, I can leave."
Tu Shanjun took out the wine bottle from his bag, sat down on a stone beside him, took a swig, and then stood up.
He stretched out his hand as if to put away the soul flag.
Seeing that the down-and-out Taoist wanted to wave, the young man was not willing to do it, so he directly grabbed the Soul Flag with red eyes.
As soon as he held the soul flag, the color in his eyes disappeared immediately, and it fell to the ground with a bang, no longer alive.
"Son!"
The old man roared, and his body suddenly swelled, bursting the top of his jacket and flipping over his bamboo hat.
As his eyes widened, short hair quickly covered his body.
With a roar, he rushed towards Tushanjun with a hatchet in hand.
Tu Shanjun made a casual move, and the ghost of the soul flag came out.
In just a moment, the living soul of the old bear was dragged into the soul flag.
The old bear's huge body suddenly fell to the ground.
Looking at the young man's body, the prototype was now revealed, which was that of a strong bear.
The strength of these two bears is low, but the transformation into human beings is very subtle, and monks of the same level may not recognize them at all.
Tu Shanjun took out the jade carving knife from the bag, peeled off the old bear's skin, used magic to transform it into a big cloak, and put it on his body to cover up the fishy smell of the pig and dragon on his body. Then he nodded with satisfaction and said: "It's suitable."
The soul flag fell into his hand and he waved it, turning the two bear corpses into evil spirits.
When the wind blew, the remaining bones turned into powder and rolled into the mud beside the trail.
"Hey, these two bears didn't tell them in advance where the nearest city was."
"You should kill slowly."
He muttered something and followed the footprints of the two bears towards the outside of the Shadow Wind Valley.
These trails will eventually converge to the main road. As long as you get closer, Tushanjun will be able to identify the road clearly, so it doesn't matter if you ask or not.
Tu Shanjun also didn't expect that the little bear would be shocked to death by the evil spirit of the soul flag.
Judging from the situation, he should have just entered the level. According to the monk's cultivation level, it is estimated that he will not exceed the third level of Qi training.
In other words, Lao Xiong is a bit wise.
After walking for about half a day, Tushanjun still didn't see the main road.
I'm in a bad mood and it seems like even drinking water is bad.
At this moment, the sky was overcast with clouds, and in a blink of an eye it started pouring rain.
In the vast darkness, there seemed to be fire flickering on the top of the mountain ahead.
Tushanjun quickened his pace.
Not to mention hiding from the rain, you have to find someone to ask for directions. Even if you can't meet anyone, mountain spirits and ghosts can show you the way.