As the big black flag swayed, souls from all directions seemed to be induced, and they all came towards this direction from all directions.
Those souls are like light groups. After approaching the altar, they are all sucked into it by the black flag.
There are not many souls, only about a dozen. As time goes by, it takes longer and longer for the souls to arrive.
"Leave quickly, I'm afraid such a big movement has attracted those Xuanmen Taoists.
With these hairs, we can go back and develop countless followers and grow our Zheyu Sect quickly."
One of the men in black began to urge.
At this moment, a faint white light suddenly emitted from the altar.
Then the scene in the water of the altar changed, and the picture became chaotic, with more than a dozen white figures swaying back and forth inside, speeding forward.
"These Xuanmen Taoists are really chasing after me!
They were all dressed in white, so they must be Shushan disciples.
I heard from the elders that Xiao Yu’s son, Xiao Shaozhe, was practicing in Shushan. Everyone kept their eyes peeled to see if he was among them.
If you can capture the opponent alive, then what's the use of these souls?"
The man in black waved his hand again, and the soul-calling flag disappeared. They also disappeared one after another beside the altar.
The mortals had already left, and the surrounding desert was swept by another strong wind, making it difficult for people to stand firm.
In the strong wind, a dozen men in white were speeding towards this side with long swords on their backs.
These men in white are the disciples of Shushan, the leaders of the authentic Xuanmen sect.
They received orders from the leader to come here to assist the Exorcist Alliance in eradicating dissidents and protecting the security of China.
"The strong wind in the desert has been blessed by their formation, otherwise it would not be able to reach this scale.
There are strong winds and sand in the desert during the day, but it is relatively quiet at night. It is definitely not normal for the wind and sand here to be so strong."
A man in white clothes put his hands behind his back, looked at the mountain range in front of him, and said with a solemn expression.
"Brother, I heard from the spies that this is just a small stronghold. They absorb souls and use them to practice evil arts.
If we cannot even destroy this stronghold, then the prestige of our Shushan Mountain will plummet."
There was a young man standing next to the leading man. He was about 1.85 meters tall and looked relatively strong. He was Xiao Shaozhe, Xiao Yu's son.
Xiao Shaozhe is twenty-two years old this year and has been in Shushan for four years. He can be considered an old man.
When Xiao Yu originally asked the spirit corpse to pass the order, asking Shaozhe to return to Xuantian Pavilion and then go to the border area for training. Unexpectedly, the other party refused and said that he wanted to join his fellow disciples.
In desperation, the spirit corpse did not continue to recruit. As long as the opponent can meet the training standards, it doesn't matter where they are.
Moreover, in the border area, Xuantian Pavilion and Shushan disciples will run into each other sooner or later.
"You're right. This battle is our first battle since coming out of Shushan. We must succeed in this battle and we can't let others laugh at us.
Junior Brother Mo Cheng, you have special strength, and the brothers will rely on you to take care of them this time."
The leading man looked at Shaozhe and said solemnly.
None of the Shushan disciples knew Xiao Shaozhe's real name and identity. They only knew that the Shushan junior standing in front of them was named Mo Cheng.
Mo Cheng has been in Shushan for four years. Although the time is short, his strength is almost as strong as his old disciple who has been here for ten years.
Moreover, the other party also has another method, that is, he can see souls and draw talismans to drive away ghosts. This is very famous in Shushan.
That's why when the head of Shushan arranged for Mo Cheng to go, this senior brother directly agreed.
"Senior brother, don't worry. If necessary, Mo Cheng will never shirk it."
Xiao Shaozhe's eyes were full of brilliance. This was the first time he really took action. Although he had forced the kid to do things for him in the past, it was just a small fight and there was no concern for his life.
This time he was fighting an evil cultivator. If he was not careful, his life might be hurt, so he was extremely nervous.
"Dad, just watch, I will become as strong as you step by step.
I can do without your halo."
Xiao Shaozhe clenched his fists and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The two brothers and sisters have grown up listening to Xiao Yu's stories, so in their hearts, their father is a hero.
Others envy them, but only they know that being the son of a hero is also very stressful.
It is said that his father is a hero and his son is a hero, so Xiao Shaozhe has always told himself that he can become a hero like his father.
So this time Uncle Chen asked him to go back, but he refused directly. He didn't want to live under the control of others, let alone an unweaned child.
This time when they came to the border, Shaozhe and his sister wanted to prove to Xiao Yu that they could make a career without relying on their father!
Who is young and not close to each other? How can Xiao Yu not know what Shao Zhe and the two are thinking?
It's just that Xiao Yu's enemies are not something Shaozhe can fight against with his strength!
"Walk……"
The leading Shushan disciple did not notice Shaozhe's excitement. He just looked left and right, then waved his hand, and a dozen people rushed forward again.
However, a dozen people just ran forward for a hundred meters, and then suddenly stopped.
It's not that they want to stop, it's that Mo Cheng asks them to stop.
"There are ghosts blocking the way ahead, everyone, be careful."
Although they are all Xuanmen, most of the disciples and elders in Shushan cannot see the soul.
They can only subjugate monsters, but as for the soul, it needs to be cultivated to a certain level.
"How many evil spirits?"
The leading man slowly drew out the long sword on his back and said with a solemn expression.
"Three people, three hundred meters ahead."
Shaozhe said softly.
In the distance, three souls wearing armor and holding spears in their hands were standing eagerly.
"Boy, you can actually see us, that's good."
One of the souls was slightly surprised when he heard Shaozhe's words.
As soon as the other party finished speaking, the long sword in Brother Shaozhe's hand flew out and passed directly through the soul in the distance.
Then the flying sword flew out from Shaozhe's back and directly collided with the two souls in the distance, knocking them back dozens of meters away.
"You talk too much. Tell me honestly who sent you to stop me. If you tell the truth, I can still let you live. Otherwise, you will lose your soul today."
Shaozhe flew out, turned his hand into a claw, and grabbed the soul's throat.
"It's shameless to say so. Don't think you can defeat us just by seeing us. You think you are a member of Xuantian Pavilion."
The three souls gathered together again, each holding a weapon and rushing towards Shaozhe.
Shushan disciples couldn't see which souls, but Shaozhe could see them clearly.
When the three souls rushed toward him, his body paused and then quickly retreated. At the same time, the long sword disappeared and three talismans appeared in his hand.
The talisman flew out of his hand, turned into three golden swords, and flew away in an instant, passing directly through the three ghost generals.
Before the two ghost generals could speak, their bodies turned into three will-o'-the-wisps and floated there.
Looking at the three will-o'-the-wisps floating in the distance, Shaozhe was slightly excited.
When his father avenged his grandfather, he fought fiercely with the white-robed ghost general all night long, and with the help of two ghost generals, he killed him.
And he was able to kill ghost generals with just a few talismans, which was much more powerful than Xiao Yu back then.
