Chapter 73 Capture
Tushanjun inside the banner also looked intently.
The thing outside carries a strong evil aura.
But it doesn't look like a lonely ghost wandering away at will, that thing is actually very restrained.
clean.
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 worshipers in Liangdu.
It's best to end the fight in a short time.
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 thing 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 thing outside the door is disheveled.
He stared at Wen Yue with vicious eyes.
"people?"
Although 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 normal people. 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 if I am an innate grandmaster? You don't think that the innate 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 spiritual light 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 puzzled. Could it be that this boy had some 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.
"The 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, not stopping him at all.
Instead, a big hand held 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 stern under the crazy red hair.
The torn black robe could not hide his burly and muscular body, and his knotted muscles clung to his bones like a dragon.
The blue-black skin is thick and gloomy.
Mr. Shen felt himself 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 caught his eye 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 grabbed the huge cyan hand holding his head with both hands and tried to break away.
But how could Tushanjun give him this opportunity.
Lifting him up forcefully.
His right fist was clenched.
A banging punch.
It hit Mr. Shen hard on the face.
He will have time to resist with both hands.
With just one punch, his flesh and blood were smashed into pieces, and his arms drooped 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 gap.
It's just too powerful.
There was no chance to fight back.
Feeling cruel in my heart, 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 quickly recovered, 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 originally white jade-like palms 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 not what Tushanjun expected.
The source of his power is these ghost hands.
Otherwise, this person's strength is at the Zang-Refining Realm 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 climbed up, "I said."
"It was 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 did not 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 master 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, Tushanjun 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 blood evil spirit was immediately absorbed.
The dead bones turned into powder and spread on the ground.