Tushanjun inside the banner also looked intently.
The thing outside carries a strong evil aura.
But unlike wandering away like a lonely ghost, the thing actually converged very cleanly.
Although it is astringent and clean, the smell is mixed and not pure.
If it weren't for Tu Shanjun being very sensitive to evil spirits, he probably wouldn't have noticed it so quickly.
Wen Yue held his breath and stared at the door.
The whole body suddenly became quiet.
Get up slowly.
Feeling the slight trembling of the soul flag in his arms, Wen Yue held the flag in his left hand and touched the sword hanging by the bedside with his right hand.
With the soul flag in his hand, Wen Yue was no longer nervous.
The master's strength is much higher than his, so even if he is defeated, he can still ask the master to take action.
It's just a matter of controlling the fluctuations of the fighting method, so as not to attract other offerings from Liangdu.
It's best to end the fight as soon as possible.
What's more, with his current physique, he won't be afraid at all even if he encounters someone sneaky.
Wen Yue walked slowly to the door.
He could feel that there was only one door between him and what was outside.
But he didn't hear the thing's breathing at all, as if the thing standing at the door was just a thick piece of wood.
Logically speaking, no one can enter his courtyard during this time, because this is his practice time and he has already given instructions to everyone.
Even Chujiu moved to the ear room so as not to disturb his practice.
The things outside the door slowly approached, and through the moonlight outside the window, I could vaguely see a twisted shadow lying on the door.
"Who stands?"
Wen Yue shouted fiercely, unsheathed the long sword in his hand and stabbed straight through.
The long sword instantly penetrated the thick paper on the door.
It's just like cutting on fine steel. When the long sword is blocked, the tip of the sword directly shatters.
"not human."
Thoughts just flashed in Wen Yue's mind.
Swinging the broken sword fiercely.
He slashed across, and the door frame in front of him immediately shattered.
The things outside the door are disheveled.
He stared at Wen Yue with vicious eyes.
"people?"
Even though the thing in front of me looks human.
But Wen Yue's sword didn't stop, and instead slashed through again.
With a whoosh, the person in front of him moved three inches away, avoiding Wen Yue's sword edge.
"You are not in the Zang-refining realm, but you are an innate grandmaster?"
The hoarse voice didn't sound like it was spoken, but instead seemed to be squeezed out of the throat.
It sounded very harsh, with a faint roar of an animal.
The disheveled man stared at Wen Yue, and the powerful clothes on his body gradually swelled up.
The skin exposed to the air turned pale.
The blue-black things look like blood vessels and veins, snaking and climbing like earthworms.
His eyes were not like those of a normal person. Black blood filled the whites of his eyes, dyeing the entire eyeballs black.
Grinning like an evil ghost.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yue faced him with his broken sword.
He looked up and down and said calmly, "If there is any enmity, please report it."
"Hey!"
This person stretched out his hand, and it turned out to be a pair of hands that looked like white jade.
The black cuticle condenses on the fingers and extends to the nails, forming ghost hands.
"So what about the Xiantian Grandmaster? You don't think that the Xiantian Grandmaster is my opponent, do you?"
Mr. Shen glanced at Wen Yue, who was holding the sword.
Then he began to look at his own hands, with fire flashing in his eyes.
The thing he has raised for so long, even if it is an innate master, will die at the hands of these ghosts.
Wen Yue was not stupid enough to tell him that he was a Qi practitioner.
The spirit turtle fetal breath technique concealed the fluctuations of his own aura and mana, so that the thing in front of him recognized him as an innate master in the secular world.
"Suffer death!"
Mr. Shen smiled and rushed forward.
The figure looked like a ghost, and he came to Wen Yue in an instant.
"Buzz."
Feeling the vibration of the soul flag in his hand, Wen Yue also smiled and looked quietly at Mr. Shen who rushed to him.
Mr. Shen suddenly looked confused, did this guy have any trump cards?
They were actually able to smile at each other calmly when the two of them were so close.
He didn't look surprised at all.
It’s not like he had never fought against the Xiantian Grandmaster before, he also died at the hands of his ghost.
Why is there something different about the person in front of me?
No matter what, and no matter what Wen Yue's trump card is, since Wen Yue is only an innate grandmaster, he is destined to die here.
"A cripple should just lie in bed and wait for death. You shouldn't stand up!"
The sound disappeared with the wind, and the ghost hand with black fingertips went straight to Wen Yue's heart.
"Bang."
Something stood in front of him.
Mr. Shen looked up in surprise.
No, it's not stopping him at all.
Instead, a big hand pressed down on his head.
Forcibly, his body hovered in mid-air.
The owner of the big hand was standing behind Wen Yue.
Over seven feet tall.
A stern face.
He has a solemn green face and his fangs are deeply hidden.
The scarlet ghost eyes looked domineering and leering under the crazy red hair.
The torn black robe could not hide his burly and muscular body, and his knotted muscles were like a twister clinging to his bones.
The blue-black skin is thick and gloomy.
Mr. Shen felt that he was shaking, but upon closer inspection, it was not his body that was actually shaking.
But the thing he raised was trembling after seeing this ghost.
"escape!"
This was the only thought that came to Mr. Shen's mind.
He must escape.
What came into view was the sneering Wen Yue.
The person in front of me is not an innate master at all, but a practitioner.
Even the other party's moral character is so high that he can't tell it at all.
Mr. Shen directly grabbed the huge cyan hand holding his head with both hands and tried to break free.
But how could Tushanjun give him this opportunity?
Lifting him up forcefully.
Clench your right fist tightly.
A banging punch.
It hit Mr. Shen hard on the face.
He didn't have time to use his hands to resist.
With just one punch, his flesh and blood were bruised, and his arms were hanging by his sides as if they were broken.
His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and blood was flowing freely.
Mr. Shen couldn't help but despair. His swollen eyelids pressed against his eyes, so that he could only see the ghost in front of him through the cracks.
It's just too powerful.
There was no chance to fight back.
My heart was so cruel that I bit the tip of my tongue and swallowed it with a mouth full of blood.
With the replenishment of scarlet blood, Mr. Shen's arm recovered quickly, and even the injuries on his body were healing quickly.
"Huh!"
Tu Shanjun let out a sigh and focused his eyes on Mr. Shen's ghost hand.
This time, Tushanjun didn't hit him hard.
Instead, he stretched out his hand, grasped a pair of white jade-like palms, and pulled hard.
The two palms fell off immediately.
The palms that were originally as white as jade suddenly withered and turned into blue-black, wrinkled like old tree bark that lacked moisture.
Two ghost hands fell quietly into Tushanjun's palms.
Mr. Shen's palms were intact, and the black blood vessels and veins on his body quickly faded away.
As expected, it was just as Tu Shanjun expected.
The source of his power is these ghost hands.
Otherwise, this person's strength is at the Zang-Refining stage at best.
Tu Shanjun looked at Wen Yue.
Wen Yue shook his head slightly and said, "Sir, don't kill him yet. Let me ask who is the mastermind behind this."
Tu Shanjun let go of his hand, and Mr. Shen fell to the ground like mud.
But he didn't dare to stay longer, and said as he got up, "I said."
"It was the eunuch Zheng Zhong of the Nei Zhengsi who asked me to kill you."
"It's him."
Wen Yue was not surprised, just a little surprised. He didn't expect that Zheng Zhong could find such a strange person.
Although it seems to be a side sect, it is more than enough to deal with the innate master.
Seeing that Wen Yue's expression remained unchanged, Mr. Shen quickly started to promote himself.
"I'm useful. I can help you kill people and do dirty work. Even the innate grandmaster is no match for me."
"I'm useful."
Wen Yue thought for a moment, he really needed manpower.
But the origin of this person is unknown, and there is no means of checks and balances.
If the ghost hand is not returned to him, his strength will be at the Zang Refining stage at best.
But what if the ghost hand is returned and he runs away?
Moreover, this person also learned the identity of Wen Yue as a Qi practitioner, and even saw the gentleman inside the soul banner.
Wen Yue shook his head imperceptibly at Tu Shanjun.
Mr. Shen was about to give it a try.
The descending ghost hand slapped his head to pieces.
Tu Shanjun pulled out the man's living soul and threw it into the soul flag.
Even if Wen Yue wanted to save this man, Tu Shanjun would kill him.
It's really dangerous to keep people around who don't know your roots.
Moreover, this person's power comes from ghost hands. Once Tushanjun extracts the skill seeds and understands the use of ghost hands, he will definitely be able to cultivate a master of the same level.
The soul banner shakes and the magic power erodes.
Mr. Shen's body decayed, and the evil blood energy was immediately absorbed.
The dead bones turned into powder and were spread on the ground.