Chapter 31 Don’t cry
The guarding immortal master looked at this ferocious ghost in astonishment.
He actually forgot to resist.
So was the first thought that came to his mind.
This can't be blocked just by trying.
Tu Shanjun didn't even look at the guarding immortal master and went straight to Zhang Wanlong.
Zhang Wanlong was also stunned.
Just now when the Hundred Ghosts were walking at night, he seemed to have seen a person.
His only son Zhang Gui.
"That's it." Zhang Wanlong muttered absently.
"My son."
"ah!"
Before he finished speaking, a huge ghost hand penetrated directly through his head.
Tu Shanjun dug out Zhang Wanlong's soul.
Zhang Wanlong's headless body lost support and fell to the ground.
There were no waves.
Zhang Wanlong misjudged the Soul Reverend Flag, and he also misjudged Li Qingfeng.
That's why he lost his life.
After being assassinated three times, Zhang Wanlong still had the means.
In the end, he was able to make a desperate attempt and use the spirit-demon fusion technique to gain strength.
It's a pity that this power is too weak in Tushanjun's opinion.
If it hadn't been for the repeated obstruction by the guarding immortal master, everything could have ended that night.
Things are unpredictable, and fate is even more unpredictable.
The Sheriff is dead.
The guarding immortal master was silent. For some reason, something like a heavy weight in his heart fell to the ground.
Wu Zi let out a sigh of relief.
The faces of the two worshipers from Liang Du were filled with astonishment and surprise.
Li Qingfeng stood up straight, holding the Soul Reverence Flag.
Hyakki Yakou diverted half of his mana in an instant.
But being able to take revenge is enough.
Following the hundred ghosts return to the Soul-honoring Banner.
Li Qingfeng's great revenge was avenged.
"Hahaha!"
Li Qingfeng smiled.
Laugh wildly.
The laughter was hoarse.
Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
"Father, mother!"
"Five treasures."
"The one hundred and three members of my Li family can rest in peace in heaven."
"I, Li Qingfeng, have avenged you."
Wanton shouting.
He no longer cares whether his identity is exposed.
There was nothing in the world worth caring about.
Tu Shanjun stood beside Li Qingfeng, placing his palms on Li Qingfeng's shoulders and looking around.
Wen Lichun's eyes were red and he was staring at the Soul Reverend Flag in Li Qingfeng's hand.
The same is true for substantial offerings.
This sacred soul flag weapon is definitely not simple.
With his strength at the fourth level of Qi training, he felt a powerful threat.
Definitely not an ordinary magic weapon.
"Is it middle grade?"
"Let's talk about high-grade magic weapons!"
Wen Lichun unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.
The long sword in his hand is just a low-grade magic weapon made of iron.
Compared with others, it looks like a crudely made child's toy.
Unexpectedly, I saw a suspected high-grade magic weapon here.
As it happens, they are still performing their official duties.
Kill people and seize treasures.
Justified.
The two looked at each other.
Wen Lichun could also see Zhu Dun's surprise and the greed hidden in his eyes that he couldn't hide.
It was also the first time for the guarding immortal master to see the Zunhun Banner being activated with all its strength, and it had such destructive power.
At that time, he really felt death.
If he stood in front of Zhang Wanlong, he would definitely die.
"The magic weapon is so powerful."
Even at the fourth level of Qi training, he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.
If you get the help of this treasure, it will be equivalent to having one more trump card that can win at the same level.
However, thinking of what was going on within the sect, the guarding immortal master couldn't help but hesitate.
After all, they are on the right path, so it's okay to use ordinary magic weapons.
The method of refining this soul flag is too cruel, and it requires constant replenishment of souls and evil spirits.
Once or twice is fine, but if the sect notices it too many times, it will be troublesome.
Although he can withstand verification, he can at most be punished.
But most of the soul flags in hand will be confiscated and then destroyed.
Furthermore, if the sect punishes him severely, his cultivation may be ruined and he may be expelled from the sect.
"The high sect of Wuling Sect, the two of us are casual cultivators, and we live in Daliang to worship."
"The demon cultivator killed the county guard, please help us to capture this beast with all our strength."
Wen Lichun looked at the young immortal master and immediately offered words of persuasion.
The guarding immortal master stood there without comment.
Wen Lichun saw that the young man from the Wuling Sect neither refused nor accepted, and was just stunned. He did not ask any more questions, but looked at his colleagues.
Dunshi worship has sealed the door, fearing that Li Qingfeng would escape.
Li Qingfeng stood up, held the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand tightly, and retreated towards the door.
He stared fiercely at the stocky Qi practitioner guarding the door and said sternly: "Get out of the way."
"Devil, after killing the county guard, do you still want to escape intact?"
Wen Lichun looked at Li Qingfeng with a smile and added: "You can't leave today unless you put down the magic weapon in your hand."
The two of them are destined to win.
When the ghost killed Zhang Wanlong just now, they had already fought with Li Qingfeng.
Now that Li Qingfeng is seriously injured, he still wants to make a comeback with his seriously injured body?
I want them to just get out of the way so easily.
dream!
Li Qingfeng sneered.
He really couldn't leave if he gave up the Soul Reverend Banner.
Once he loses the magic weapon in his hand, he is like a tiger that has lost its teeth and can only be slaughtered by others. How could he be stupid enough to dig his own grave?
"Destroy the soul flag and abolish your cultivation, and I can let you leave." The young immortal master's voice sounded.
Wen Lichun and Immortal Master Dunshi were both stunned.
Unexpectedly, the disciples of the Five Spirit Sect would actually propose destroying the Soul Reverend Flag, and also wanted to save this man's life.
It doesn't matter whether it is preserved or not. For them, as long as there is a dead person to pay attention to, it is fine, but the soul flag cannot be destroyed.
This magic weapon is at least medium grade, and may even be top grade.
If it is an ancient treasure again, it would be a pity to destroy it.
Nor would their greed allow them to destroy this treasure.
In the opinion of the two of them, this disciple of the Five Spirits Sect was probably moved by the Soul Banner and wanted to interfere, so he swallowed the Soul Banner alone with such a righteous idea.
When this person brings the soul flag back to the sect, where will they find him?
Whether it will be destroyed or not by then is not up to anyone else.
Li Qingfeng grinned, stared fiercely at the remaining Qi practitioners, and spoke clearly: "The fate is there, the flag is here!"
The flag is his life.
If you want the Zunhun Banner, you want Li Qingfeng's life.
Shake violently.
The black mist stirred, and Tushanjun had been waiting for a long time.
He held Li Qingfeng by his waist and under his ribs, and rushed straight to the main door guarded by Immortal Master Tongshi.
"Look down on me!"
Stocky worship roared.
While inciting mana, a tortoise-shell magic weapon appeared on his body.
"Show."
It is shaped like a six-sided splicing and is put on the body of a solid worshiper.
Tu Shanjun, who was protecting Li Qingfeng, showed a ferocious look on his face, roared angrily, and crashed into him like a fierce mountain demon ape.
boom!
The solid offering was pushed out several feet, and the ravine at its feet was a foot long.
But he still blocked Tushanjun's way.
"The devil please leave."
Wen Lichun took out a palm-sized copper bell.
Shake.
The sound waves pointed directly at the soul.
Tushanjun felt that his ghost body was affected.
It actually stopped for a moment.
A flying sword flew with sword light and pierced his shoulder blade with a whoosh.
It penetrates directly and spins in the air.
The owner of the ebony flying sword looked determined.
He couldn't let Li Qingfeng leave, it would be a disaster if he became a big devil in the future.
Black blood flowed down the wound.
Li Qingfeng, who was pinched under Tu Shanjun's ribs, looked nervous.
He quickly covered Tushanjun's wound with both hands.
"No, don't die."
"Please."
Li Qingfeng cried and shook his head vigorously: "I can't leave."
"Brother Ghost, let's go."
"Leave me alone."
"Hold the Soul Reverend Banner, I have enough mana left for you to leave."
Zhang Xu Zun's soul flag had turned into a ruler and was handed over by Li Qingfeng.
Seeing Tu Shanjun being seriously injured, Li Qingfeng couldn't stop crying.
He has nothing left but his ghost brother.
If you can take revenge, you can save your life.
"I know you understand."
"Let's go as far as possible!"
Tushanjun laughed.
"Since you call me brother, how can I abandon you?"
"Don't cry."
"I'll take you out!"
The sound is like a muffled bell.
Like a fierce ghost roaring.
hoarse.
But the sound was really heard in Li Qingfeng's ears.
Li Qingfeng was stunned.
The tears on his face seemed to have stagnated.
"good!"