The pit was dug with that spiritual sword, and it is very deep.
Wild dogs cannot dig that deep.
People, after all, have to rest in their graves.
Neither Zhao Shixian nor Hou Boxu can afford storage bags, so they can only use storage charms.
It only takes mana as thick as a human hair to open the talisman.
Very few of Zhao Shixian’s talismans are valuable.
The Secret Book of Cultivation ‘Blood Evil Technique’.
A somewhat damaged talisman and three regular blue stones.
With the help of the knowledge of the secret book, Tu Shanjun recognized it as a magical talisman, but it could only be used twice at most.
That stone is the common currency ‘Spiritual Stone’, low grade.
Half a piece of mutilated unknown animal skin recorded three moves.
It's the Three-Style Demonic Ape Dingyiquan.
The remaining bottles and cans are relatively ordinary things, a change of clothes, some dry food, buns, drinking water, and broken silver.
There is also a rough map.
If this thing were found in an ordinary person's home, it would be a serious crime of beheading.
But for immortal cultivators, secular imperial power is not that powerful.
Tu Shanjun is now using this rough map to determine how he should go.
As for Hou Boxu's talisman, Tu Shanjun did not open it, but swallowed it and stored it in his stomach.
The soul banner is not strong enough and has no internal space. The only thing that can store things is the main soul.
Fortunately, the main soul does not need to eat, drink or have diarrhea.
There is no need to avoid the hairpin sword, but it consumes a lot of mana.
The little remaining mana cannot be used for long, so it is simply thrown into the storage talisman and locked.
The dog days of summer, the scorching sun is high.
Tushanjun walked forward with a heavy load, feeling like he was dragging a dead body on his back.
There was no sweat, just inexplicable fatigue.
Originally, Tushanjun wanted to walk in the middle of the night, but the magic power stored in Bannu's body was slowly dissipating, and Tushanjun couldn't help but stop.
If we stop in the wilderness, we don’t know when we will encounter a living person.
Ten days and a half is okay, but if no one picks up the soul flag in a year and a half, will he have to wait forever?
Tushanjun didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so he wanted to go to a crowded place.
Tu Shanjun didn't know how long he had been gone, but the mana stored in Bannu had completely dried up.
The sight that caught his eye surprised Tushanjun, and he finally walked to the roadside.
Not that kind of country road, but a neat, dusty road.
Use wooden piers to tamp them down to prevent weeds from growing, which is also very convenient except for muddy weather on rainy days.
"Plop."
The body fell heavily into the weeds on the roadside.
Tu Shanjun threw the broken pieces of silver aside, and then pretended that Zhao Shixian was clinging to the Soul Flag and dying.
At this time, the mana is only as thick as a hair.
In the end, I had no choice but to return to the Zunhun Banner and wait for the destined person.
On the official road, there are very few people who dare to walk under the scorching sun.
Tushanjun waited for a long time but no trace of his whereabouts was seen.
If it weren't for the fresh livestock manure on the road, he would have thought that no one was walking on this official road.
"Boom."
The sound of the earthquake sounded like a large army of people rushing in.
After a while, I saw black armored cavalry escorting a carriage coming from the official road.
The big flag on a black background is embroidered with the word "Zhang".
The evil aura that hit his face made Tushanjun, who was hiding in the Soul Flag, immediately energetic.
He smelled the strong smell of blood. The black-armored cavalry, which consisted of less than a hundred men, must have just returned from a bloody battle.
If he can join the army, he will not lack the soul and evil spirit to advance.
It's just that Tu Shanjun's wish was very good, but the reality was that the black-armored cavalry escorting the carriage passed by in a hurry, with no intention of stopping at all.
They were all walking in a hurry, with solemn and anxious expressions.
Not to mention that no one noticed the body in the weeds on the roadside, but even if they did, it was not a big deal to them.
They have more important things.
Tu Shanjun wanted to use the last remaining bit of mana to manifest, but while he was thinking about it, the cavalry had already rushed a hundred meters away.
"What a pity." Tu Shanjun sighed in a low voice.
Since he has missed it all, he no longer thinks about it and focuses on the present.
"Could it be that the location of the silver is too hidden?"
"Or is it that Zhao Shixian's body doesn't look like that of an outsider?"
The silver is scattered in the grass, and it is really not obvious.
In addition, Zhao Shixian's body was seriously injured, his energy and blood were depleted, he was digging holes and digging graves, and he looked like a beggar now.
Tu Shanjun gritted his teeth, used the last bit of his magic power, and threw the silver in a conspicuous place by the roadside.
Someone will come soon, and you will definitely be able to see the body by following the money.
I don’t know the time in the flags.
Tu Shanjun took advantage of no one to learn the Demonic Ape Dingyiquan.
In fact, there is not much space in the Zunhun Banner. It is just enough to squeeze in hundreds of ghosts and ghosts, all with dull expressions and dull eyes.
The soul of Tushan Lord is in the center, comprehending the seeds of the technique extracted from Zhao Shixian.
The Three Forms of Demonic Ape’s Dingyiquan.
The first style, the old ape hanging seal.
Shaped like a rickety ape with an old look, this pose is meant to stand and lay the foundation.
This is also the starting point of Demonic Ape’s Dingyi Quan.
After searching for the feeling for more than ten times, I found the best state and completed the movements exactly according to the drawings on the animal skin.
After taking action, Tushanjun felt like there were countless fleas on his body, jumping back and forth, making it unbearably itchy.
But you can't scratch it with your hands. If you scratch it, your momentum will be broken, and your effort will be lost.
Until the whole movement is maintained for one stick of incense.
Next is the second form, the demon ape worshiping the moon.
At this time, the apes no longer looked old at all, just like ferocious beasts released from the cage.
The animal skin completely depicts the muscles and blood flow of the demon ape when it worships the moon, and even the bones are clearly marked.
It's a pity that the killing move is a killing move, but it has no use against a soul body master like Tu Shanjun.
This move is intended to bring out the mania that is beginning to endure.
In fact, many people are timid to take action.
To practice killing moves, you must cultivate three points of evil energy in your chest. This evil energy will make people dare to take action.
"Finally someone is here."
Tu Shanjun opened his eyes with a smile on his face.
"Sir, look what this is."
"It's silver. I don't know who dropped it on the ground." The scholar wearing a square hat grabbed the silver and ran to the scholar as if presenting a flower.
The scholar in green shirt holding an umbrella said with a smile: "I wonder who was so careless that you picked it up."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the scholar's face suddenly turned pale, and he pointed to the grass beside the scholar.
"It's a person."
The book boy jumped in fright, and then he realized that he was lying in the grass by the roadside.
"Who are you?"
"Speak."
After shouting for a long time and receiving no reply, I knelt down to check and stretched out my hand to sniff.
"Master, he is dead."
At this time, the scholar in green shirt also put away the sword at his waist and stepped forward to check on Zhao Shixian.
"Looking at him, he doesn't look like he comes from a poor family."
"Eh."
The scholar finally noticed the soul-honoring flag held tightly in Zhao Shixian's hand.
He stretched out his hand to pull it, and the clenched palms loosened. The Soul Flag wrapped in the shape of a command flag was picked up by the scholar in green shirt.
The scholar in green shirt looked at it carefully: "It doesn't look like an ordinary thing, it looks like it is made of cold jade."
"But why can't I open this silk noodle?"
Tushanjun was also helpless.
Most people would not dare to pick it up when they see the lifelike ghost face on the flag.
So he used his magic power to gather the entire flag.
Only mana can open it again.
This green-shirted scholar has no magic power and is not a practitioner.
However, he still has a trick up his sleeve. The Blood Evil Dharma can help people with spiritual roots practice. As long as he has spiritual roots, he will have a chance.
While the scholar was picking up the soul flag, the scholar had already stripped Zhao Shixian naked.
I even searched through my underwear for fear of missing a coin.
"Sir, there is another book here."
But what disappointed him was that, apart from the scraps of silver, which were less than five taels, there was only this book.
