The demon who was thrown out of the sea of consciousness by Tu Shanjun's eyes widened.
It felt that the white circle around its neck was no longer restrained, as if all the shackles that restrained it disappeared when the old devil disappeared.
"Hahaha!"
The devil stood up suddenly, transformed from a black coal ball into a tall figure, and laughed wildly: "Finally, I finally waited for this opportunity, old devil, you, you can't trap me!"
The breath of freedom almost made him drunk.
It is a majestic demon. It absorbs demonic cultivators from the devil's womb and then absorbs demonic energy to grow. It devours the yin gods of other monks. It clearly has the strength of the peak golden elixir but is suppressed like a dog.
All this is because of that damn old devil.
When it comes to being a demon, even a serious demon like him thinks his methods are too easy and sweet. The old demon's methods are really cruel.
But fortunately, it finally got over it.
Wait for an opportunity.
At this moment, the devil cried with joy.
Lying on the ground and crying loudly.
Not only was the old devil worried about his own life, but he also had to help with the work. When had he ever been so angry?
It is afraid of death.
Now that we no longer have to deal with life and death crises, how can we not be happy?
If it weren't for its lack of strength, it would go on a killing spree now, absorb some demonic energy, and grow to the point where it doesn't have to be afraid at all.
"Woo." The yellow-haired dog bared its teeth at the demon who revealed its true form. The golden elixir's peak consciousness and energy locked onto the demon, and it seemed that if the demon dared to make any move, it would rush forward and tear it to pieces.
The devil's eyes flashed fiercely and he was about to take action.
He still hurriedly restrained himself and stared at the stunned Taiyi Zhenjun with the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Taiyi Zhenjun didn't notice, the devil immediately turned around and ran away.
"Woof!"
The native dog roared, and suddenly turned into a khaki light and shadow and chased after him. The escape speed of the light was no slower than that of the demon, and was even a few points faster.
Zhenjun Taiyi was left alone, stunned and lost in thought.
It seemed that he hadn't realized what had happened. The body of the Yuanying monk who was talking to him just now seemed to be floating away, and not even a trace of breath or inspiration was left behind.
And the spiritual treasure in his hand, when the mana surged, turned into a piece of paper lying in front of him, and the flags opened up, and countless evil-looking ghosts crowded on the fluttering black flags with red edges.
The scarlet will-o'-the-wisp of the skull demon at the top is burning in its eye sockets.
With the surge of mana, Taiyi Zhenjun felt as if he had refined this spiritual treasure in an instant.
Even ordinary magic weapons cannot be refined the moment they are obtained. They all need to be warmed and familiarized by the monk's magic power, and then they can be used like arms and fingers.
Not to mention such a powerful spiritual treasure.
Only when Master Taiyi mastered the soul flag did he truly understand the power of this spiritual treasure.
His eyes couldn't help but condense as his spiritual consciousness penetrated. There was a gray sky in the soul flag, and there were at least hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts in the huge ancient city shrouded in mist.
This Lingbao was not as simple as it looked at all. He had tried his best to predict that it would be more powerful, but he did not expect that the Lingbao would not be inferior to some of the sect's inherited treasures, and far exceeded his expectations.
With so many underworld gods under their protection, those who use spiritual treasures will be invincible unless their mana is exhausted.
It was precisely because the Lingbao was so powerful that Taiyi Zhenjun was even more doubtful. He did not find any contract that was not conducive to him, or that he was controlled by others because of the Lingbao.
I turned around and checked the inside and outside several times, but there was still nothing abnormal.
The only thing you need to worry about is the disappearance of True Lord Zunhun.
"Nailing spirits, refining elixirs, setting up formations, protecting the body, calling gods and drinking ghosts..."
The more I look at it, the more frightened I am. This magical power is not simple. Ordinary spiritual treasures can have at most two or three similar ones, but this spiritual treasure's magical power seems to have not been fully demonstrated.
The only drawback is that it consumes too much mana. In just a short time, he has consumed 10% to 20% of his mana, and the 10% to 20% of the mana has disappeared after being integrated into the soul flag.
After consuming these two percent, there will no longer be any losses.
When Taiyi Zhenjun chased away, he discovered a Taoist temple outside the city.
"Fellow Taoist, can you see clearly?"
A calm voice sounded in Taiyi Zhenjun's ears.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was about to find out what was going on, quickly exited from his trance.
He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the soul flag in front of him spread out like a carpet, and the person who came out of the illusion was the tall figure that had just disappeared.
The red hair was scattered on the shoulders, and the man's body was quickly condensed by the black energy, and even the remaining illusory parts were completely replenished. Under the black robe, Tu Shanjun sat cross-legged and looked at the opposite Taiyi Zhenjun with a smile.
Finally, it is no longer the little magic power that I dare not use. With such deep magic power as the source of exertion, I feel that even my originally tense mind is slightly relaxed.
"Who are you……?"
"ghost?"
"Yuhun?"
"Weapon spirit?"
Taiyi Zhenjun was stunned for a long time and suddenly burst out laughing so hard that he almost shed tears.
His body shook uncontrollably and he coughed, but that didn't stop him from continuing to laugh. The clear clouds around the top of the tower rippled, and the soft light also blended into a ball.
Until that violent cough replaced the laughter.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was lying at his desk, wiped it with white silk and then looked at the Xu Zun Soul Flag in front of him.
The wind stopped and the fog stopped.
The attic at the top of the tower was quiet and peaceful, except for two Nascent Soul monks.
"My discernment is really bad. I only know now that my Taoist friend is a weapon spirit. In fact, the clues are almost obvious, but it's a pity that I didn't pay attention to it before." Taiyi Zhenjun said with a strange look in his eyes and a chuckle.
It's not that Taiyi Zhenjun is laughing at him, but that no one would have thought that the famous soul-swallowing demon king who dominates the Xiaohuang Realm is a spiritual treasure weapon spirit.
This man once stirred up a huge storm and made other Nascent Soul Lords afraid to take action. If it were left in the past, those Nascent Soul Lords would not treat others in such a good manner.
Taiyi Zhenjun suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt that Tu Shanjun would not take action if he could. He originally thought that he did not like to take action and preferred to use ruthless means to blackmail other monks. It turned out that he was a spiritual treasure and his magic power was limited.
This complicated emotion came to him, causing Taiyi Zhenjun to shake his head slightly, laugh in surprise, and sighed repeatedly: "Old man, old man, it's because my Taoist friend really didn't make anyone doubt his identity, that's why he's like this."
a long time.
Taiyi Zhenjun bowed and said: "I feel really lucky to be recognized by fellow Taoists."
It’s not like he hasn’t seen anyone in the market before.
Lingbao will indeed give birth to weapon spirits, but there are also three, six or nine levels of weapon spirits.
That initial tiny consciousness cannot even be called a 'spirit'.
A weapon spirit like Tu Shanjun, who not only possesses the Nascent Soul cultivation level but is also very mature and experienced, should not appear on the Lingbao at all. Even the Taoist Transformation Soldier does not have such a weapon spirit.
I think back then, an ancient treasure was discovered in the Yuanyang Region. The weapon spirit of the ancient treasure was an eight or nine-year-old baby, which had already attracted many god-transformation monks to fight.
What kind of cultivation does Tushanjun have?
With such intelligence and intelligence, no one would believe that he was a weapon spirit.
And more importantly, weapon spirits rarely identify with cultivating monks. If you can be recognized, you can really be proud of it, but don't go out to show off.
Those who listen to it as bullshit may not care, but if someone with serious intentions listens to it, it will lead to death.
"I don't dare." Tu Shanjun quickly returned the greeting.
These words were serious, and there was no way he could sit there and take it calmly, especially when the person who said these words was a great Nascent Soul monk.
After handing over his hands, Taiyi Zhenjun dropped his hands and said with a sigh: "I didn't expect that God would allow me to get help from fellow Taoists at this time."
Tu Shanjun said: "You are sick."
"The illness is not serious."
Taiyi Zhenjun took over the conversation and said with a smile: "If I hadn't been ill, I wouldn't have stayed in this place for so many years. It was so many years that I almost forgot."
"It's just a few stubborn illnesses. It won't affect my cultivation and strength."
Tu Shanjun was silent, as Taiyi Zhenjun said, the disease has not affected his strength, but if the disease is not cured soon, it will go deep into the root, and he will die when it is completely eaten away.
No wonder Taiyi Zhenjun wants the key to Yuanyang Territory so much. He must want to go to Yuanyang Territory to find the treasures of heaven and earth that can cure him.
Tu Shanjun searched around, and when he returned to the soul flag, he threw out the demons from the sea of consciousness to use as coolies. Why did they disappear now? He immediately picked up the magic formula and silently recited the incantation to shrink the white circle.
The demon who had escaped thousands of miles felt like his neck was about to break.
As he staggered, he was caught up by the local dog chasing behind him. He hit his butt with a bite, which made the demon whimper in pain, and his miserable wailing turned into clouds and dissipated.
As soon as I pulled the dog down, I felt excruciating pain again. Unexpectedly, the dog let go and bit him on the leg. The devil quickly turned into a black coal ball and flew towards the White Tower as if he was running for his life.
shul.
Black coal balls rolled around Tushanjun's feet.
He kept kowtowing and said: "Master, have mercy on me, Master, have mercy on me. I thought that Master was killed by someone. I was so hurt that I was afraid that I would also be killed and couldn't avenge you."
"That's why I ran away because I was young, Master Mingjian."
"Go." He kicked the black briquettes to the side and was caught in the mouth by the native dog who came back. Then he placed the briquettes on the table as if to show off.
The curled up demon was so frightened that he did not dare to move.
The old devil's aura has obviously disappeared, so how can he still be alive?
When I talk about this demon, I feel that the devil's life is all gloomy.
"Raised by a Taoist friend?"
"Devil."
Tu Shanjun explained by the way: "Last time I was rescued by a demon cultivator from the Blood Evil Sect during my tribulation. He hid this demon fetus in the sea of consciousness. This demon was born after he became a demon. I didn't kill him and kept him by my side."
Zhenjun Taiyi was left alone and laughed.
Ah Fu had been raised by him since he was a child, and he was more of a relative than a pet. Unexpectedly, Tushanjun was even more peculiar, raising nothing but a demon that absorbed evil energy.
Especially this demon gave birth to spiritual intelligence.
Sure enough, extraordinary people do extraordinary things.