Chapter 91 Blood Curse
Wen Yue remained silent.
He is a newbie to the immortal world, and he doesn't know much about the rules or concepts of the world of immortality.
The teacher didn't teach him this either.
He was only taught how to fight, clean up the remaining traces, practice, and be careful not to be careless when facing monks.
However, applying the rules of the world, in the eyes of the other party, he should be a demon.
But if Wen Yue refused to admit that he was the one who stole things, he would have already left a back-up here, waiting for the evil spirit to spawn ghosts.
How can you call it stealing?
Tu Shanjun inside the banner stared at Zhu Lin.
This man was tall and straight, with straight features and a proud attitude while holding a sword. Although he did not look down upon him, he had obviously deduced Wen Yue's true cultivation level from clues.
Moreover, this man's aura is not weak, and the robes he wears are all magic weapons, which shows that he has some ability.
Yuanling Sect was the sect standing behind the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The traces of activity on the battlefield are obviously stronger than those of the Five Spirit Sect.
On the battlefield of Nanyue Mountain, people from the Yuanling Sect can solve the situation without the need for Wuling Sect to send people to the battlefield.
From this point of view, Wuling Sect should be relatively weak in front of Yuanling Sect, otherwise, there would not be only monks from Yuanling Sect.
At the same time, Tu Shanjun had some doubts about whether the Yuanling Sect was behind Daliang's retreat.
Even if it is a righteous sect, it will work hard to develop its own power and foundation, and annex the surrounding small sects and sects.
The Yuanling Sect would not openly want to annex the Wuling Sect, so they secretly helped the Northern Wei army to march and plunder the land.
Tu Shanjun frowned. The most important thing is, why did he take it for granted that the other party must be the righteous sect?
Without contact, it’s hard to say directly.
At the moment when Wen Yue lowered his eyebrows and thought, Zhu Lin unsheathed the magic sword in his hand.
In a flash of light, he arrived in front of Wen Yue.
Wen Yue switched the magic formula in his hand, injected the magic power into the robe, and a layer of cyan shield resisted the attack of the magic sword.
But there was a crack in the light of the green robe mask, and the sword was three inches into it.
In shock, Wen Yue hurriedly activated his magic power to the maximum, and then flicked the magic sword away.
Turn to look at that person.
The flying sword came over without saying a word. This man looked arrogant on the surface, but was actually ruthless.
Maybe the carelessness and contempt on that face was just an act for him to see.
At the same time, Wen Yue couldn't help but feel happy. Fortunately, he listened to the teachings and was always on guard against the monk's attacks. He lowered his eyebrows and locked eyes on this person with his peripheral vision.
If you meet a monk who has just entered the immortal path, he will cut off the head with just one sword.
The sneak attack made Wen Yue angry.
With a move of his big hand, the hanging soul flag fell into his hand, and his voice was filled with anger: "Taoist friends are overbearing. The evil spirits and souls here are all ownerless things. Why can't I restrain myself?"
"If I say no, then I can't!"
Zhu Lin's expression became gloomy as soon as he missed the target.
However, he also tested Wen Yue's strength. He was just a demon cultivator at the fourth level of Qi training, who had just entered the middle stage of Qi training.
The seemingly lucky blocking blow was still no match for him.
"Look at the sword!"
The magic formula turned, and the red light flying sword suddenly split into two strands and slashed towards Wen Yue.
During the transition between reality and reality, two cuts were made on Wen Yue's body.
"No, the advantage of Feijian is too great."
Thoughts flashed through Wen Yue's mind. The distance between him and the Yuanling Sect disciple was not that far, but the range of the flying sword attack was too wide.
If you can get close, you still have a chance to fight.
This close combat method was learned from a white-faced evil ghost in the soul flag.
Zhu Lin immediately noticed Wen Yue's thoughts and smiled contemptuously. Instead of getting closer to Wen Yue, he distanced himself again.
Even though his cultivation level is much higher than Gaoyue, why should he change his offensive and go head-to-head with the opponent instead.
The red light flying sword turned into three strands and surrounded Wen Yue.
"disease!"
Zhu Lin switched the seal in his hand, turned his wrist, and three sword lights struck one after another.
Seeing Wen Yue's embarrassment, Zhu Lin laughed loudly: "You can't get close to me without releasing the soul flag evil ghost."
Wen Yue's face was already serious, and mana poured into the soul flag, and he immediately released the white-faced ghosts at the third level of Qi training, as well as many advanced ghosts that had been cultivated for a long time.
Inside the soul banner, Tu Shanjun stared at the battle situation.
If you want to win this battle, you must catch someone by surprise. The Yuanling Sect disciple is at the sixth level of Qi training, and his strength is comparable to him.
In terms of combat power, Wen Yue was completely suppressed.
If Tu Shanjun is allowed to fight now, it will definitely arouse the other party to treat him more cautiously, and even lead to a protracted war between the two sides.
A protracted war would be very detrimental to Wen Yue.
To put it bluntly, Tu Shanjun competes with Zhu Lin, who has the strength and magic power of the sixth level of Qi training, with the strength of the sixth level of Qi training and the magic power of the fourth level of Qi training.
Therefore, the best way is to show the enemy weakness and lure the enemy deeper.
Wen Yue also understands that his most powerful trump card is his husband. If there is no chance of killing him with one blow, he must not let him take action.
Waving the soul flag, hundreds of souls were released and swarmed them.
Zhu Lin resisted calmly, but his expression became slightly solemn when facing the white-faced evil ghost.
This ghost is about to advance to the fourth level of Qi training.
But the most terrifying thing was its combat experience. Close combat actually made him a little confused.
The white-faced ghost is none other than Zhao Shixian. In terms of combat experience, there are nearly three hundred evil ghosts in the Manhun Banner. No one can compare with this person, not even Tu Shanjun.
"It seems that the soul flag is already a middle-grade magic weapon."
Zhu Lin was guessing at the grade of the soul flag in Wen Yue's hand.
"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."
While Zhu Lin was distracted, Wen Yue released another hundred evil ghosts to condense into a ghost shadow and roar away.
In the blink of an eye, the phantom evil spirit had already rushed in front of Zhu Lin.
Zhu Lin's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately used his magic power to activate his robes, and the cyan light shone brightly.
With a bang, the light split, and the phantom evil spirit immediately shattered, turned into black mist, and was taken back into the soul flag.
"Spiritual stone."
Seeing Wen Yue pull out the spirit stone, Zhu Lin knew that his magic power had bottomed out.
But long-range flying sword control also requires a lot of mana.
It is unwise to waste precious spiritual stones for a mere fourth-level qi-training demon cultivator.
Zhu Lin rushed to Wen Yue in two or three steps. The red sword fell into his hand and slashed.
For a moment, sword light overflowed.
With the help of long-lasting magic power, Zhu Lin has completely gained the upper hand.
Wen Yue could only use the soul flag as a golden sword and rely on his good martial arts foundation to parry Zhu Lin's offensive.
"die!"
The shouting has arrived.
The long sword in Zhu Lin's hand passed through Wen Yue's defensive gap and stabbed into his heart.
Wen Yue forcefully controlled his body to be two inches shorter, causing the sword to pierce his shoulder.
When Zhu Lin stood up, his expression changed drastically and blood overflowed from his mouth.
Looking down, a cyan ghost hand protruded from the soul flag and pierced his chest directly.
"You're cheating!"
Zhu Lin roared, opening his mouth and biting the tip of his tongue.
A puff of blood turned into red light and spat on Wen Yue's face.
Wen Yue, who had his shoulder blade pierced by the long sword, couldn't avoid it at all and was sprayed with blood all over his face.
The blood actually interacted with the threads to form a spell, which was hidden above Wen Yue's head.
Tu Shanjun had already come out of the soul flag and opened his free ghost hand to smash Zhu Lin's head.
"Sir, don't kill him yet."
Wen Yue quickly called to Tushanjun to stop him.
The ghost hand stopped on Zhu Lin's forehead without falling an inch.
But Zhu Lin had taken in more air than out, and his mouth was full of blood. He still stared at Wen Yue fiercely.
"What is this?" Wen Yue pointed to his forehead.
He could feel a pattern forming, but he couldn't decipher it.
Zhu Lin laughed, blood flowing freely: "Hey, no monk with advanced cultivation can undo the blood curse."
"You just wait to be hunted to death by my fellow disciples of Yuanling Sect."
Zhu Lin turned to stare at Tu Shanjun.
"You are the main soul of the soul flag, I was deceived."
Who would have thought that the main soul of a soul banner master at the fourth level of Qi training would actually be an evil ghost in the middle stage of Qi training.
He did not die from carelessness and underestimating the enemy, but from poor information.
He had never heard of a monk who could transcend the ranks and hold a powerful main soul.
I saw him today, but he is also going to die.
Annoyance and regret flashed in Zhu Lin's eyes. He really shouldn't have closed the distance just to save the spiritual stone.
Wen Yue frowned and nodded at Tushanjun.
Tu Shanjun immediately smashed Zhu Lin's head and dragged his soul into the soul flag.