The demon cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect looked at Tu Shanjun's back with a blank expression. He seemed to have nothing worth worrying about for this senior.
His mind was spinning, and the demon cultivator's pupils trembled slightly.
He really has nothing to worry about.
However, Jindan high-level cultivators use magic weapons such as the Zunhun Banner. To say which family is most famous for using this magic weapon in the entire Xiaohuang Realm, it is the Blood Evil Sect.
In fact, the refining of the Zunhun Banner itself is a secret that has not been passed down by the Blood Evil Sect, and it is the mainstay of the basic magic weapon.
The golden elixir master in front of him killed the Ghost King of Daheishan, which obviously gave Zunhun Banner another golden elixir master.
"The ghost cultivator is still using the Soul Reverend Flag. Which peak master is he, or is he a senior who is living outside?" Demon Cultivator Deng Zhao searched his mind for detailed information about the peak masters of each bloodline in the Blood Evil Sect.
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Deep down in his heart, he hopes to find out the origin of the other party.
This way you can not only survive, but also get some rewards from your seniors.
Such an expert would be happy just letting something slip through his fingers.
Unlike the demon cultivator who was thinking blankly, the ghost from the Holy Spirit Cult had a solemn expression.
He recognized that the technique used by the red-haired evil ghost was clearly the spirit demon's death-resistant technique. That incident caused the Holy Spirit Sect to lose many family treasures and magic books.
But the aura of the movement technique was unmistakable. After seeing the seal, he had already recognized the death-holding technique.
They couldn't interfere with the Jindan monks' fighting skills, so naturally they couldn't hear their transmissions. However, he exclaimed the 'Holy Spirit Death-Enduring Technique', hoping that the other party would focus on the fighting skills and not pay attention to them.
‘Is it a senior from the clan?’
The evil ghost couldn't help but guess.
In order to confirm his conjecture and break the deadlock by the way, the evil ghost cupped his hands and said: "I have been a casual cultivator for a hundred years and have met the king. Congratulations to the king for defeating the ghost king of the Black Mountain."
"You little one still don't know the name of the king?"
Nie Quanjiu saw how an outsider could take advantage of this limelight, so he knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Your Majesty, please give me your name!"
When the other demons and ghosts heard this, they quickly knelt down and shouted in unison.
Without the magic barrier, the voices of the demons penetrated the main hall and stretched down to the main peak of Dahei Mountain. The demons under the peak were still in ignorance, and there were many smart ones among them. They immediately understood that Dahei Mountain had changed its master.
When they heard that so many big demons and ghosts were bowing their heads, they couldn't help but become curious about who became the new King of the Great Black Mountain.
"The sky has changed."
"..."
"The Ghost King is probably already in danger."
"Even the legal domain has disappeared, it should be..."
Whether it was the demons or the common people of Daheishan City, they all heard the roar of thunder.
Everyone started talking. Even though they knew it would be fine no matter how loud they spoke, they couldn't help but lower their voices, as if they were waiting for the new king to speak.
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Tushanjun turned his head and looked at the demons in the palace.
Looking over, there was no pressure or any terrifying aura, only the sky-like height and calmness, quiet and plain.
I only heard the red-haired evil spirit who was more than seven feet tall say calmly: "My name is Tushanjun."
The sound was like thunder piercing the sky, and like lightning lighting up the dark night.
The pressure is like Han.
It seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears.
Although it is invisible, it seems to form ripples and spread slowly.
"Welcome to the king."
Tushanjun decided to temporarily settle in Daheishan.
Jue Fa's mana originally only had 20-30% left, but later the Great Black Mountain Ghost King diverted the mana from his body and used heart conversion to replenish it, which suddenly increased to 80-90%.
Even though it is only the Dantian Sea in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, it is still enough to handle trivial matters.
After he digests what he has in his hand, and then relies on time to gather some of the evil energy, he can advance the Soul Banner.
With the two golden elixir yin gods of Daheishan Ghost King and Juefa, and the majestic evil energy transformed from the incense and fire god's body, the Zunhun Banner has already gone through 70 to 80% of the advancement path, and it is enough to make up the last 20 to 30%.
Since there are such favorable conditions, how could Tushanjun not take advantage of them?
Of course, the huge power of incense and incense in Daheishan has naturally become the material for the Soul-honoring Banner.
"Tushanjun?"
The demon cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect have similar ideas to the ghost cultivators around them.
They were all looking for information about this senior, but they didn't have the slightest impression of this senior at all, as if he had jumped out of a crack in the stone.
This is a golden elixir, not foundation building or even Qi training.
Which of the Jindan monks didn't become famous immediately after doing something? How could he be like this now?
"Could it be that this senior's move is a battle for fame?" The idea flashed through the minds of the two, but was immediately rejected by them.
This senior is in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, not the early stage.
Being able to defeat the Daheishan Ghost King is enough to prove that the red-haired monk in front of him is also a strong player in the middle stage of the Golden Core.
Gui Xiu felt uneasy in his heart. He always felt like his heart was hairy. Looking at the red-haired evil ghost, he was not infected by the indifference shown by the other person. On the contrary, there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him to run away.
"I wonder why your Majesty left us two here?"
A message fell on the ghost cultivator's ears: "Why are you here from the Spiritual Demon Sect?"
The ghost cultivator immediately took two steps back in fright: "Senior, why can't you understand what you are saying?"
Tu Shanjun's eyes were focused, and the sound was transmitted into the air, condensing it into a thread: "You really don't understand?"
The ghost cultivator fell silent, and then the panic in his expression disappeared. He paused for a while before speaking: "No matter where the king heard this name, it's time to stop it. If you know too much, there will be no good end."
The red-haired devil laughed: "If you don't tell me, I will take it myself."
The ghost cultivator pointed at his head and said: "I can die here, but I can guarantee that the king will not be able to get any information, because there are restrictions in the little head. Not to mention that the king can't take it away, it is the ancestor of Nascent Soul
You can’t take it away even if you come here.”
After saying this, the red-haired evil ghost immediately frowned. What the ghost cultivator said was true.
In this way, Tu Shanjun was a little uninterested.
These people who are making trouble secretly do a good job of keeping secrets. Even such a little pawn can point to his head and tell him calmly that people can die but he can't take away the information.
Fortunately, Tu Shanjun didn't care about these things. It was convenient for him to keep the ghost cultivator. There was someone else he wanted to keep.
Seeing the red-haired evil ghost turn his eyes to the Blood Evil Sect monk next to him, the ghost cultivator still maintained a look of resignation. There was nothing he could do if he didn't accept death. Today he would die, and no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to survive.
Because he had already felt the murderous intention coming from the red-haired evil ghost at that moment.
It's light, but it's like refined steel.
Just like the red-haired evil ghost killed the white tiger demon together, he didn't hesitate at all at that time. It was obvious that the other dead demons had eaten people, but the white tiger demon had not eaten people.
How could such a cruel and ruthless person let him go after being threatened.
"I didn't expect that when I came to watch the ceremony today, it was to see me off before my death." The ghost cultivator sighed.
Tu Shanjun didn't know the inner thoughts of the ghost cultivator. He raised his hand and grabbed the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect. Without any nonsense, his blue-white ghost hand covered the heavenly spirit cover of the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect.
There was no emotion at all, no mood swings, just two words that were extremely indifferent and filled with chills.
"Search for souls!"
The Blood Evil Sect monk was just about to struggle when a terrifying pressure tied him up. He couldn't even release his magic power, so he could only beg for mercy: "Senior, have mercy on me. I am a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect..."
Tu Shanjun said coldly: "The ones I killed were the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect."
The Demon Cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect destroyed his life and cut off his path to immortality.
In the end, it can only become like this, neither human nor ghost.
This gap has long been forged.
He might have to observe some other demon cultivators.
However, facing the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, he would kill them one by one. When he reaches a high level of cultivation, he will go to the Blood Evil Sect and eradicate all of them, leaving no chickens or dogs behind, only then will he be able to relieve the hatred in his heart.
In a short while, amid the painful wails of the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect, the body of the demon cultivator turned into a human trunk. Finally, under the influence of Tu Shanjun's magic power, it turned into evil energy and merged into the soul flag, and the remaining residue turned into powder.
The disciples of the Blood Evil Sect came here to contact the Ghost King of Daheishan.
Master Yuyan's life span has expired in these forty or fifty years. In order to obtain enough benefits from this big cake, the Blood Evil Sect has now begun to take the lead and spread its disciples widely to win over allies.
As for other things, they are of no use.
Most of them are the cultivation, interpersonal relationships, trump cards, secrets, or the admiration for the senior sister, the envy and jealousy of the senior brothers, and the complaints about the master's favoritism of the monks of the Blood Evil Sect.
He knew something about the Holy Spirit Cult, but he only knew and heard the name.
His master warned him not to ask too many questions.
This demonic cultivator also had a soul-honoring flag in his hand, but because he did not have high-quality ghosts, he changed the magical weapon.
Foundation-building monks are not direct disciples of the sect or have any background. Of course, they cannot obtain many resources and do not have magic weapons at their disposal.
Tu Shanjun still looked down upon the three melons and two dates in the opponent's talisman.
Perhaps because he is not worried about spiritual stones and magic weapons, Tushanjun does not have a deep understanding of the difficulties of cultivation, and he would not wish to break a spiritual stone into two pieces to spend.
"I didn't expect that the Blood Evil Sect was not that far from Yangcheng." Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart. Of course, he saw the location of the Blood Evil Sect and the way in and out of the sect from the demon cultivator's memory.
It's no wonder that the Blood Evil Sect is planning to plot Yangcheng. That place is really good. It's a transit place with connections in all directions. Once occupied, you can get a huge amount of resources.
With such an accumulation of resources, it won't be long before there are a few more golden elixir masters.
Tu Shanjun's fierce methods frightened all the demons and ghosts into saying nothing, and they all acted like cowards, for fear of being noticed by the new king.
When his eyes moved over, the ghost cultivator from the Ling Mo Sect had already committed suicide.
How could Tu Shanjun be threatened by someone casually? He still used the soul search to check it out. Sure enough, as the ghost cultivator said, he had no memory at all, not even the ordinary memories of the ghost cultivator.
He waved his hand to collect the spirit of the ghost cultivator into the flag, and then used his magic power to destroy the physical body.
"I don't have any memory to search. I wonder if asking for soul is easy to use?"
