Chapter 300 The sky changes
The demon cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect looked at Tu Shanjun's back with a blank expression. He seemed to have nothing worth worrying about for this senior.
His mind was spinning, and the demon cultivator's pupils trembled slightly.
He really has nothing to worry about.
However, the Jindan high cultivator uses a magic weapon like the Zunhun Banner. To say which family is most famous for using this magic weapon in the entire Xiaohuang Realm, it is the Blood Evil Sect.
In fact, the refining of the Sovereign Soul Banner itself is a secret of the Blood Evil Sect and is the mainstay of the basic magic weapon.
The golden elixir master in front of him killed the Great Black Mountain Ghost King, which obviously gave Zunhun Banner another golden elixir master.
"Ghost cultivator, you are still using the Soul Reverend Banner. Which peak master is it, or is it a senior who is living outside?" Demon Cultivator Deng Zhao searched his mind for detailed information about the peak masters of each bloodline in the Blood Fiend Sect. .
Deep down in his heart, he hopes to find out the origin of the other party.
This way you can not only survive, but also get some rewards from your seniors.
For such an expert, he would be happy if anything slipped through his fingers.
Unlike the demon cultivator who was thinking blankly, the ghost from the Holy Spirit Cult had a solemn expression.
He recognized the technique used by the red-haired evil spirit, which was clearly a spirit-demon death-resistant technique. That incident caused the Holy Spirit Sect to lose many family treasures and magic books.
But the aura of the movement technique was unmistakable. After seeing the seal, he had already recognized the death-resistant technique.
They couldn't interfere with the Jindan monks' fighting skills, so naturally they couldn't hear their transmissions. However, he exclaimed the 'Holy Spirit Death-Enduring Technique', hoping that the other party would focus on the fight and not pay attention to them.
‘Is it a senior from the sect? ’
The evil ghost couldn't help but guess.
In order to confirm his conjecture and break the deadlock by the way, the evil ghost cupped his hands and said: "I have been a casual cultivator for a hundred years and have met the king. Congratulations to the king for defeating the ghost king of the Black Mountain."
"You don't know the king's name yet?"
Nie Quanjiu saw how an outsider could take advantage of this limelight, and then he knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Your Majesty, please give me your name!"
When the other demons and ghosts heard this, they quickly knelt down and shouted in unison.
Without the magic barrier, the voices of the demons penetrated the hall and stretched down to the main peak of Dahei Mountain. The demons at the foot of the peak were still in ignorance, and there were some smart ones among them. They immediately understood that Daheishan had changed its master.
When they heard that so many big demons and ghosts had bowed their heads, they couldn't help but become curious about who became the new King of the Great Black Mountain.
"The sky has changed."
"..."
"The Ghost King is probably already in danger."
"Even the legal domain has disappeared, it should be..."
Whether it was the demons or the common people of Daheishan City, they all heard the roar of thunder.
Everyone started talking, and even though they knew it wouldn't matter no matter how loud they spoke, they couldn't help but lower their voices, as if they were waiting for the new king to speak.
…
Tushanjun turned his head and looked at the demons in the hall.
Looking over, there was no pressure or any terrifying aura, only the sky-like height and calmness, quiet and plain.
I only heard the red-haired evil spirit who was more than seven feet tall say calmly: "My name is Tushanjun."
The sound was like thunder piercing the sky, and like lightning lighting up the night.
The pressure is like Han.
It seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears.
Although it is invisible, it seems to form ripples and spread slowly.
"Welcome to the king."
Tushanjun decided to temporarily settle in Daheishan.
Juefa's mana originally only had 20-30% left, but later the Great Black Mountain Ghost King diverted the mana from his body and used heart conversion to replenish it, which suddenly increased to 80-90%.
Even though it is only the Dantian Sea in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, it is still enough to handle chores.
After he has digested what he has in his hand, and then relies on time to gather some of the evil energy, he can advance the Soul Banner.
With the two golden elixir yin gods of Daheishan Ghost King and Juefa, plus the majestic evil spirit transformed from the incense and fire god's body, the Zunhun Banner has already gone through 70 to 80% of the advancement path, and it is enough to make up the last 20 to 30%.
Since there are such favorable conditions, how could Tushanjun not take advantage of them?
Of course, the huge incense and wish power of Dahei Mountain naturally became the material for the soul-honoring banner.
"Tushanjun?"
The demon cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect have similar ideas to the ghost cultivators around them.
They were all searching for information about this senior, but they had no impression of him at all, as if he had jumped out of a crack in the stone.
This is a golden elixir, not foundation building or even Qi training.
None of the Golden elixir cultivators became famous without taking action, so how could they be like this?
"Could it be that this senior's move is the battle for fame?" The idea flashed through the minds of the two, but was immediately rejected by them.
This senior is in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, not the early stage.
Being able to defeat the Daheishan Ghost King is enough to show that the red-haired monk in front of him is also a strong player in the middle stage of the Golden Core.
Gui Xiu felt uneasy in his heart. He always felt like he was on edge. Looking at the red-haired evil ghost, he was not infected by the indifference shown by him. Instead, there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him to run away.
"I wonder why your Majesty left us two here?"
A message fell on the ghost cultivator's ears: "What are you doing here from the Spirit Demon Sect?"
The ghost cultivator immediately took two steps back in fright: "Senior, why can't you understand what you are saying?"
Tu Shanjun's eyes were focused, and the sound was transmitted into the secret, condensed into a thread: "You really don't understand?"
The ghost cultivator fell silent, and then the panic in his expression disappeared. He paused for a while before speaking: "No matter where the king heard this name, it's time to stop it. Knowing too much will not end well."
The red-haired devil laughed: "If you don't tell me, I will take it myself."
The ghost cultivator pointed at his head and said: "I can die here, but I can guarantee that the king will not be able to get any information, because there are restrictions in the little head. Not to mention that the king can't take it away, it is the ancestor of Nascent Soul You can’t take it away even if you come here.”
After saying this, the red-haired evil ghost immediately frowned. What the ghost cultivator said was true.
In this way, Tu Shanjun was a little uninterested.
These people who are making trouble secretly do a good job of keeping secrets. Even such a little pawn can point to his head and tell him calmly that people can die but he can't take away the information.
Fortunately, Tu Shanjun didn't care about these things. It was convenient for him to keep the ghost cultivator. There was someone else he wanted to keep.
Seeing the red-haired evil ghost turn his eyes to the Blood Demon Sect cultivator beside him, the ghost cultivator still maintained a look of resignation. There was nothing he could do if he didn't regard death as if he were returning home. He would die today, and no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to survive.
Because he had already felt the murderous intention coming from the red-haired evil ghost just now.
It's light, but it's like refined steel.
Just like the red-haired evil ghost killed the white tiger demon together, he didn't hesitate at all at that time. It was obvious that the other dead demons and ghosts had eaten people, but the white tiger demon had not eaten people.
How could such a cruel and ruthless person let him go after being threatened.
"I didn't expect that when I came to watch the ceremony today, I was sent off on my deathbed." Ghost Xiu sighed.
Tu Shanjun didn't know the inner thoughts of the ghost cultivator. He raised his hand and grabbed the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect. Without any nonsense, the blue-white ghost hand covered the heavenly spirit cover of the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect.
There was no emotion at all, no mood swings, just two words that were extremely indifferent and filled with chills.
"Search for souls!"
The Blood Evil Sect monk was about to struggle when a terrifying pressure tied him up. He couldn't even release his magic power, so he could only beg for mercy: "Senior, have mercy on me. I am a disciple of the Blood Evil Sect..."
Tu Shanjun said coldly: "The people I killed were the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect."
The Demon Cultivator of the Blood Fiend Sect harmed his life and cut off his path to becoming an immortal.
In the end, it can only become like this, neither human nor ghost.
This problem has long been forged.
He might have to observe the other demon cultivators.
However, facing the disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, he killed them one by one. When he reaches a high level of cultivation, he must go to the Blood Evil Sect and eradicate his entire family, leaving no chickens or dogs behind, in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
After a while, under the painful wail of the demon cultivator of the Blood Evil Sect, the body of the demon cultivator turned into a human trunk. Finally, under the influence of Tu Shanjun's magic power, it turned into evil energy and merged into the soul flag, and the remaining residue turned into powder.
The disciples of the Blood Evil Sect came here to contact the Ghost King of Daheishan.
Master Yuyan's life span has expired in these forty or fifty years. In order to obtain enough benefits from this big cake, the Blood Evil Sect has now begun to take the lead and spread its disciples widely to win over allies.
As for other things, they are of no use.
Most of them are the cultivation, interpersonal relationships, trump cards and secrets of the Blood Demon Sect monks, or the admiration for the senior sister, the envy and jealousy of the senior brothers, and the complaints about the master's favoritism.
He knew something about the Holy Spirit Cult, and he just knew and heard the name.
His master warned him not to ask too many questions.
This demon cultivator also had a soul-honoring flag in his hand, but because he did not have high-quality ghosts, he changed the magic weapon.
Foundation-building monks are not direct disciples of the sect, or have any background. Of course, they cannot obtain many resources, and they do not have magic weapons at their disposal.
Tu Shanjun still looked down upon the three melons and two dates in the opponent's talisman.
Perhaps because he doesn't worry about the spiritual stone magic weapon, Tushanjun doesn't have a deep understanding of the difficulty of cultivation, and he doesn't want to break a spiritual stone into two pieces to spend.
"I didn't expect that the Blood Evil Sect was not that far from Yangcheng." Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart. Of course, he saw the location of the Blood Evil Sect and the way in and out of the sect from the demon cultivator's memory.
It's no wonder that the Blood Evil Sect is planning to plot Yangcheng. That place is indeed a very good place. It is a transit place that extends in all directions. Once it is occupied, it can obtain a huge amount of resources.
With such an accumulation of resources, it won't be long before there will be a few more golden elixir masters.
Tu Shanjun's fierce methods shocked all the demons and ghosts and did not dare to say anything. They all acted like cowards, for fear of being noticed by the new king.
When his eyes moved over, the ghost cultivator from the Spirit Demon Sect had already committed suicide.
How could Tu Shanjun be threatened casually? He still used the soul search to check. Sure enough, as the ghost cultivator said, he had no memory at all, not even the ordinary memories of the ghost cultivator.
He waved his hand to collect the spirit of the ghost cultivator into the flag, and then used his magic power to destroy the physical body.
"I don't have any memory to search. I wonder if Asking Po is a good idea?"