The red-haired evil ghost with green face and fangs showed a kind smile.

The smile did not make the Demon Lord feel any warmth. Instead, a biting chill surged from the bottom of his heart, flowing through his limbs and stimulating the nerves in his hands and feet.

It was like a needle pricking him, making him reluctant to touch it easily.

The eyes of the demon lord wearing a blue-grey robe bloomed with frightening light.

Like two beams of light.

When he saw clearly the cultivation level of the main soul of the Zunhun Banner, the anxiety in his heart was swept away.

The strength of the main soul is indeed not weak, but it is still not enough.

If you want to devour the master, you have to look at his cultivation level.

As the genius of the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, Gui Mo is certainly confident in his own strength. He doesn't think that one main soul can make waves.

Of course, if he is unwilling to take action against the enemy, it will become a drag on him.

Therefore, he must seize the opportunity and suppress everyone.

"hehe!"

A laughter like an owl flies out of the mouths of the proud.

"Ha ha."

The demon lord shook the soul flag, and the soul flag suddenly turned into a zhang.

The black iron flag hangs down, with a blue background like the blue sky, depicting rampant soldiers and ghosts walking on the clouds. It seems that in the blink of an eye, the magic soldiers will jump out from the illusory blue sky and eat people alive.

He glanced sideways at the green and white ghost hand on his shoulder and said calmly: "I am in charge of the Zunhun Banner now. I think you know what decision you should make."

He understood in his heart.

The red-haired main soul in front of me is the same type of person as myself.

There is no need to be rational or emotional in dealing with such people.

He only needs to defeat the main soul with overwhelming power, and then he can calmly accept the surrender of the main soul.

This is a common problem with all magic treasures.

Demonic treasures will only surrender to the stronger.

"Amitabha, we are really not impressed by the donor's cleverness in plundering." Venerable Dharma Hui said.

Twisting the Buddhist beads in his palm, the aura of spiritual intelligence has invisibly covered the world. It seems that as long as there is any abnormal movement of the demon cultivator in front of him, he will take action with lightning speed.

Venerable Huang Tuo's face was gloomy, and his eyes were like wild beasts.

He has only been in contact with the Artifact Spirit for a year, and these people have been looking for him one after another. They are afraid that Guxian Tower has given them a desertion and may leak his whereabouts.

Otherwise, how could they have searched so quickly by relying on information alone?

As the first person to come here, he had already regarded the Soul Flag as something in his pocket and did not allow others to covet it. How could he allow the demons to take away the Soul Flag safely?

However, he did not speak first, but was still observing the situation.

He felt that he still had an advantage.

Firstly, it is a one-year test for oneself, and secondly, the spirit of the main soul weapon of Zunhun Banner is quite unruly and powerful, and demons may not be able to control the main soul.

Other eager monks will take action, there is no need for him to be the one to take the lead.

As long as he can keep his composure, he can leave a good impression in the heart of the main soul.

"My fellow Taoist action is against morality!"

"Ghost, I advise you to be wiser. You cannot take away the spiritual treasures."

Compared to Huang Tuo's deep voice, Venerable Qingluan opened the two short knives at her waist. The weapons screamed and vibrated, forming two strong rays of light, attached to both sides of her hands, as if building a small dagger for her hands.

wing.

The withered-haired monk holding the sword sighed: "Fellow Taoist, it's better to sit down and talk."

"talk?"

The demon sneered: "He who has the ability to treasure can live there. If anyone refuses to accept it, he can snatch it from my hand, just like I broke into the door and snatched this thing away. Who will talk to you about the path of spiritual practice? Me or him."

"

After saying that, he turned his eyes, looked at the red-haired main soul behind him, and said in a cold voice: "I see that your devilish aura is so strong, did you come here through negotiation?"

"well said!"

A refreshing shout of praise fell.

The person who stepped into the courtyard next was a young monk dressed in brocade clothes. He was none other than Chen Tianba, the genius of the ancient Chen family.

Chen Tianba clapped his hands and applauded: "Brother Guimou is worthy of being a member of the devil's path. Don't be afraid. They think they are powerful in numbers, but in fact they are just a mob."

"Chen Tianba, do you want to join forces with demonic cultivators?!"

"What is good and what is evil, I only care about my own mood."

"Amitabha, how can fellow Taoist Chen enter the great road with such a mind?"

"Is there any relationship between morality and character?"

"Perhaps, but how do you know that a character like mine is not more in line with the Dao."

Chen Tianba laughed, turned his eyes to look at the ghosts, and then looked at everyone: "Brother Guimo, you and I can resist these people. When you completely control the spiritual treasure, you will be able to escape..."

"He can't leave."

An ethereal and hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Surprised, Chen Tianba turned his head to follow the sound.

The face of the demon lord who clutched the soul flag became more and more ugly, and he said sternly: "Are you still going to devour the Lord?"

The red-haired master soul had an indifferent expression, his eyes lowered and swept across, and the blue-white ghost hand that landed on the shoulder of the demon master slowly raised, but it did not retract, but grabbed the demon's head.

At this time, the demon was shocked and frightened.

He didn't expect this soul to be so vicious and dare to act so brazenly.

"You dare!"

Thousands of spiritual ideas converge into body-protecting Qi.

The demon thought he could easily resist it, but unexpectedly, the protective energy didn't seem to work at all.

The thick body-protecting gas was like a foam balloon, which was easily penetrated by the ghost hand. Before he could figure out the joints, the ghost hand had already appeared above his head.

Purple-black rough nails touched his forehead.

The skull is as hard as tofu.

puff!

The ghost hand pierced it.

The demon's eyes suddenly widened and he exclaimed: "Illusion?!"

"when?!"

Just when he activated his body-protecting Taoist soldiers and life-saving trump cards, he suddenly woke up. However, when he woke up, his eyes that were originally shining with divine light had quickly dimmed.

The dull and dull eyes gradually came into focus.

The 'ghost' moved his neck and shoulders and looked inside his Dantian for magical power.

He nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good, it's not in vain that I spent all my efforts to block your magic power. If it directly backfires, you will definitely have serious internal friction if you are on guard."

"The current mana is enough."

The 'ghost's' gaze immediately passed over everyone in the courtyard.

Everyone's expressions were different.

…

In Huang Tuo's eyes, the demon stopped moving after Senior Qi Ling said thank you.

Immediately afterwards, the body-protecting aura emerged, but quickly dimmed. Then at this moment, the tall figure standing behind the ghost disappeared, and was replaced by a 'ghost lord' talking to himself.

'.

"Amitabha."

Fear flashed in Fahui's eyes.

too fast.

It's so fast that it's scary.

Li Ku swordsman holding the sword frowned.

Why does he feel so wrong?

Maybe the devil is right, the Soul-Respecting Banner is a magic treasure, and what it needs is no ordinary test or recognition. If this is the case, the appearance of the Soul-Respecting Banner may not be a good thing.
To be continued...