The scholar's eyes widened and he looked at the murderer in horror.
The poor Taoist standing in front of him did nothing.
Just say one word calmly.
"Certainly."
The worshipers who came to kill them stopped very close to each other and could not advance even an inch.
Chen Guangda thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect that the skinny warrior in front of him stood there blankly and stopped moving.
Of course, this is not a holding spell, it is just the application of magic power, just like the acupuncture method of a charlatan.
However, mana has a stronger ability to bind the mortal body, so it seems to be so effective.
Chen Guangda quickly touched his neck.
The flesh and blood is still there, and no one has cut his throat.
After the initial panic and surprise, he turned to doubt. He didn't think the Luo Jiao people would be merciful.
Moreover, the skinny warrior in front of him was clearly still swinging his sword.
Not only the person in front of me, but the other three Luo Jiao believers who took action also stayed in place with different postures.
Such a strange scene made Chen Guangda feel very uneasy.
But what is even more uneasy is Yu Peng.
"What's going on?!" Even the questioning voice was a little more trembling.
"Ah Qi, Lian Zheng, Wang..."
He kept calling his subordinates' names, but all he got was silence.
"What exactly is this move?"
Yu Peng looked for the person who took action in panic. He didn't know who the person was, but he must be from the temple.
The scholar swallowed hard and said, "Taoist Priest, what have you done?"
Others may have been too far away to see it, but he was only a few steps away from the desolate Taoist, and he just happened to hear the words coming out of the Taoist's mouth.
Look at the expression of the desolate Taoist again.
It was not that he was too frightened to move, he was clearly taking his time.
After being reminded by the scholar, Chen Guangda also came back to his senses.
His eyes glowed with brilliance as he looked at the fallen Taoist.
He knew that a down-and-out Taoist was not simple.
Unexpectedly, the Taoist Master made the four Luo Jiao masters stop where they were with a wave of his hand.
If it weren't for the fact that he was in a temple, he would never have believed it if he only heard people say it.
Isn't this something that a first-rate master can do? I'm afraid only innate masters can do it so lightly.
In fact, Chen Guangda forgot one thing, that is, the person in front of him was a monk.
This is also because we rarely see immortal masters, so we subconsciously ignore them.
"I just want them to calm down." Tu Shanjun replied lightly, then reached out and touched the forehead of the person in front of him.
"Jusha."
"disease."
Bang.
The head of the person in front of me was like a watermelon dropped on the steps in summer and exploded to pieces on the ground.
A blood evil poured into the soul, turning it into a fierce ghost.
As soon as the ghost mist rose into the sky, Tu Shanjun caught it in his hand, and then threw it into the soul flag on his sleeve robe.
"Evil law."
Yu Peng's pupils narrowed unconsciously and he exclaimed: "Devil, devil, devil..."
But before he blurted out, he quickly covered his mouth, bowed his hands and apologized: "I didn't know that the immortal master was in front of me, so I actually bumped into the immortal master. I really deserve to die."
"Immortal Master!"
The temple audience said in unison, and at the same time their eyes moved to Tu Shanjun.
"Taoist master is really not simple."
"It turns out to be an immortal master."
"..."
Everyone's thoughts were rolling around but no one said anything out loud.
Even immortal masters are probably evil immortals.
Just look at the method just now, blowing his head to pieces with a snap of his fingers, and raising his hand to grab something.
The down-and-out Taoist priest in front of him is by no means a kind person.
"If you think you deserve to die, then leave your life behind."
"Master Immortal, please spare my life."
"My life is available to the Immortal Master, but letting go of the Qin family will offend our religion. Even if you are an Immortal Master, you will be in great trouble."
"There are also immortal masters in our sect who are highly cultivated. They can turn into soldiers by spreading beans, and they can fly through the clouds and mist."
"And I teach the talisman soldiers right outside the door. I'm afraid the immortal master won't be able to deal with me. I have a formula here that can control the talisman soldiers."
"If the Immortal Master is interested, he can join the religion and become a worshipper, but if you ask for anything, you will definitely be satisfied." Yu Peng felt that he had just put all his wealth on it, but in just one breath, he clearly explained his role.
.
As long as the immortal master opposite is not very powerful, he will definitely be able to persuade him.
After speaking, Yu Peng bowed again.
It was clear that the storm outside had not stopped, but the house was silent and depressing.
There should have been a chilly breeze, but instead it only felt hot and stuffy, and even my forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
"Sharp and sharp-tongued."
Tu Shanjun left a sentence and stretched out his hand to grab the empty space.
A figure quickly crossed the door of the temple and appeared in front of Tushanjun.
It shrunk in the air and turned into a talisman figurine no bigger than a palm.
"Tsk, that's interesting."
There is still some skill in using the talisman, but there are some flaws in it.
Luo Jiao's talisman weapon is made by human puppets, and it can be regarded as another kind of yin weapon.
Maybe he has been in the Soul Banner for too long, and when he meets someone, he inevitably wants to talk more, so Tushanjun is more patient and can still listen to this person's nonsense.
But after getting this talisman weapon, I felt that it was nothing more than that.
Yu Peng was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground. The method of the immortal master in front of him was completely unheard of. He did not need any formulas, he just swept the talisman soldiers out of thin air and even played with them in his hands.
Without the suppression of the talisman soldiers, Cheng Gui broke free from the hook and sickle lock and rushed to the temple with the steel knife.
As soon as I entered the temple, I was stunned.
The scene in front of me is really weird.
Yu Peng, who originally had the upper hand, was now fighting with his opponent, and his face was pale.
Not to mention Yu Peng, all his men stood motionless as if they had lost their souls.
I originally thought that Qin Shuai's family would be captured, but they were still safe now.
But their eyes all converged on one place, and that was the down-and-out Taoist.
"Boss..."
The surrounding believers also rushed over after Cheng Gui was freed from his restraints.
Yu Peng, who had his back turned to them, seemed to squeeze out one word from between his teeth: "Quickly..."
"Don't worry, boss, we will kill Cheng Gui immediately."
"Wow, it's time to take your life."
"..."
"Escape!" Yu Peng yelled out the last word.
He immediately turned around, and the energy all over his body exploded.
After hearing what their boss said, everyone was stunned, wondering if they had heard wrongly.
But then everyone looked at what was happening in front of them as if they were struck by lightning.
The Taoist hung the talisman weapon on his waist, waved his hand and held out a small black flag: "Everyone, please enter the flag."
Black energy surged, and the ghost flew out of the soul flag.
A shrill ghost howl sounded.
But in an instant, countless evil ghosts pulled the souls of the Luo Sect members out of their bodies.
Bang bang bang.
Like beans being poured out, corpses were piled on the ground.
Even the believers who were ambushing outside the door lost their lives.
The lives of nearly sixty people disappeared in an instant.
The body was not wasted either.
Tu Shanjun pinched a spell.
"Gather energy to condense evil spirits and cast powerful ghosts."
"disease."
The mana consumption in the body is less than half.
The piled up corpses were drained of blood and flesh, and the evil spirit was drawn out by Tushanjun and melted into the ghosts.
In an instant, several advanced level ghosts were created.
Although it was due to evil spirits, it still benefited from the subtlety of Tu Shanjun's technique.
When I have nothing to do, I study the improvement of techniques.
When it comes to the application of evil spirits, it is estimated that monks of the same level are not as good as Tu Shanjun.
The transformed evil ghost was thrown into the soul flag by Tu Shanjun.
The corpse that fell to the ground quickly turned into white bones and then turned into dust.
This process lasted for about ten breaths.
But to everyone in the temple, it seemed like a long time had passed.
I really feel the feeling of living like a year.
Chen Guangda felt a ghost passing in front of him, and his hair stood on end as he felt cold, cold and nervous.
There is no other thought, only deep fear.
No wonder the leader of the Luo Sect would blurt out "devil" when he saw a down-and-out Taoist casting spells.
What's the devil?
Of course it's the devil!
To put it nicely, he should be called the Demonic Immortal Master.
Tu Shanjun's move not only frightened Chen Guangda, but also other people in the temple were so frightened that they did not dare to speak out.
The identity of an immortal master is already awe-inspiring, let alone a demonic immortal master.
It is the instinctive fear that life cannot be preserved on its own.
Tu Shanjun glanced at everyone.
Chen Guangda could still stand calmly.
His junior sister walked up to him now, nervously holding Wu Ren's arm and burying her head very low.
The scholar still held the book basket, but he also did not dare to look directly at Tu Shanjun.
Not to mention the two little beggars, they were so frightened that they fainted.
The mother and daughter of the Qin family leaned together nervously.
Even the soldier didn't speak. He was seriously injured and was dizzy. He was still able to hold on only because of his first-class internal strength.
There was silence in the temple.
At this moment, the violent storm outside the door seemed to have subsided a lot.
Although Tu Shanjun was a little late-minded, he also found that his method did look a bit scary.
Not to mention ordinary mortals, even ordinary monks would scream devil when they see this scene.
Kill people and refine their souls, draining the corpse's flesh and blood of evil spirits.
This is simply the most standard magic way, but Tushanjun has always used the soul flag this way.
He also needs the evil spirit of the ghost to supplement his strength, so he has long been accustomed to such methods.
Tu Shanjun wondered whether it would be more suitable for him to be a devil if he smiled like "Jie Jie" at this time.
While reverie, the warrior gritted his teeth, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master Immortal, for saving my life."
Tushan Jun was immediately interested: "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"I'm afraid, but life-saving grace is life-saving grace."
"Not bad, not bad..."
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but nod in approval, this man has a really good nature.
No matter what the root bone qualifications are, with the help of Yinhun Dan, it is definitely not difficult to achieve a foundation building.
"Are you willing to be my disciple?"
Chen Guangda was extremely surprised. He did not expect that the immortal master would accept him as his disciple, but he heard that the immortal master seemed to have spiritual roots to accept his disciples.
He had taken a test when he was a child, but he didn't have that thing, and he didn't want to become an immortal.
Especially this kind of magical method that creates a dark wind and a ghostly mist from the very beginning.
He had heard the whistling of ghosts just now, and the harsh sound was about to penetrate his eardrums and pierce into his soul.
He doesn't even want to worship the devil as his teacher.
Refining souls and extracting evil spirits is a method only used by demons.
How can there be any righteous immortal master who kills people and extracts their souls at every turn?
With an uneasy feeling, he refused: "Thank you Immortal Master for your love, but I am a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect and will become the master of the Iron Sword Sect in the future."
"And I don't have fairy roots."
He was also afraid that he would offend the demonic immortal master and have his soul extracted and refined.
It doesn't matter if he dies, we can't bring down our junior sister.
"Boy, you're not bad."
Tu Shanjun didn't expect to be rejected.
If he gets along in a different place, after he knows that he can practice cultivation, whether he is a good or evil person, he must first worship his master.
Naturally, everyone will be happy if they follow the righteous path, and it doesn't matter if they follow the devil's path. Just have a few more eyes to survive first.
It takes courage to reject the devil's path, because the devil's monks are really capable of killing people at every turn.
"A gentleman does not take away people's aspirations. I have two Tongmai Pills here that can help you break through to the top." Tu Shanjun took out a small bottle from his sleeve robe and handed it to Chen Guangda.
Ignoring Chen Guangda's open mouth.
He added another sentence and explained: "Don't worry, I don't need to plot against you, a little mortal warrior."
"Girl, are you willing to become my disciple?"
The daughter of the Qin family looked at Tu Shanjun in astonishment.
Mrs. Qin hurriedly stood in front of the woman, with an extremely unnatural smile on her pale face: "Master Xian, my Ling'er's qualifications are low, and her understanding is not good either."
"I have been practicing martial arts for many years but have not achieved anything. How can I make a breakthrough in spiritual practice?"
"You can decide?"
Tu Shanjun looked at the charming Mrs. Qin, frowning slightly with an unhappy look on his face.
When did cultivating immortals frighten the world so much?
Or rather, the skills he displayed were terrifying.
Then he looked at the daughter of the Qin family and asked, "What do you think?"
"After practicing, you will see a wider world, soaring in the clouds and mists, and your long life is just a side effect of practicing..."
"..."
"That's fine."
Tu Shanjun sighed, not bothering to waste any more words.
Since there was no fate, he didn't want to force it.
Who is it? Tushanjun is just like a demon in his methods.