He could feel the chill and the chill when he took a few steps closer.

The longing and violence of countless resentful spirits overflowed from the soul banner in bursts, like an emotionless beast, constantly devouring everything around it, trying to strengthen itself as much as possible.

Urging the corpse puppets in the mountains and forests during the day is unprecedented, and it is not part or all, and now only Wu Xiu'e controls it alone, so it can't be completely suppressed.

But just now the situation was urgent, and the urging was a little urgent, and even tried in vain to drive the soul banner out, but I didn't expect that not only did it not succeed, but now it seems that there is a counterproduct.

Jiang Futing slowly approached the soul flag, his tall and thin figure looked extremely thin in front of these buildings several feet high, like a chopstick trying to shake a big tree, which was completely impossible at first glance.

While Wu Xiu'e was still thinking about how to suppress the evil spirit of the riot in the soul flag, Jiang Futing took a deep breath, seized the opportunity, and rushed straight towards the middle of the round platform.

At this time, you don't need to say anything, you don't even need to think about it, you can guess that he is coming for the soul banner erected in the middle of the round platform.

In the flash of light, he was only a few inches away from the flagpole.

Jiang Futing immediately stretched out his white and slender hand, and at the moment when his fingertips were about to touch the rusty iron spots on the flagpole, Wu Xiu'e no longer hid his strength, and quickly swept from behind him, and actually grabbed the flagpole one step ahead of him.

She lifted it vigorously, but the flagpole just shook and didn't move.

It's just that the moment she grabbed the flagpole, all the evil spirits in the flag seemed to be hungry wolves that had been imprisoned and starved for decades, and they began to roar wildly, completely blending with the noisy wind around them, making several people on the round platform upset.

Jiang Futing's heart was shaken by the sudden high-pitched wolf howl from the front.

At this moment, he no longer cares about the matter of identity or not, once the soul banner is successfully used by Wu Xiu'e, it will not only be detrimental to himself, but also to the hundreds of people who are kneeling on this board.

He immediately came back to his senses, only to see that Wu Xiu'e looked a little dazed, and it seemed that he was obviously attacked by these collective evil spirits.

This time I really didn't even have the time to take a breath, and it only took a second or two for Wu Xiu'e to catch the flagpole.

The gray sword containing the power of heaven and earth suddenly came out of thin air and slashed towards Wu Xiu'e's hand holding the flagpole without warning.

Her face changed in shock, and her hands slammed into strength again, gritting her teeth.

The soul banner still hadn't been pulled out, and the bottom of the pole was like a long root sprouting, all the way to the depths of the earth, not to mention that it was so towering into the clouds.

Her action seemed unintentional, but it gave Jiang Futing a very important opportunity, and the opportunity to dodge was fleeting because of her pause, and the gray sword was about to fall into her hand unsteadily.

At this second, Wu Xiu'e's heart suddenly jumped to her throat, almost bursting out of her throat!

Jiang Futing was timely

withdrew her hand, and the other hand just gently patted Wu Xiu'e on the back shoulder, and she let go of her hand in a panic as if she was facing a great enemy, and even the balance of her body could not be maintained, and she fell down to the bottom of the round platform.

"Smack!"

Wu Xiu'e's firm ass sat on the ground, a dull pain came from her buttocks, and a piece of shame mixed with broken self-esteem rushed to the top of her head.

She stared at Jiang Futing with scarlet eyes, resisting the urge to tear him apart.

The slender fingers clenched into fists, and the slowly condensed power of the palms soaked in the blood on the ground, making a clattering sound.

It seemed like a long time, but in fact, it was only a matter of the blink of an eye, and the villagers in the audience didn't even have time to figure out what was going on.

They only knew that this dumb man who was picked up and lame had suddenly improved his feet, and he could not only jump and jump, but also generate wind under his feet, and it was estimated that he could run faster than everyone present.

The restlessness slowly floating underneath did not stop Jiang Futing's actions, and he stared at the soul banner more calmly for a moment.

There are all kinds of resentful spirits entangled on it, in addition to ghosts, there are also indescribable dead and resentful gases, and all kinds of dark breaths in the world are all mixed together like a hodgepodge, and they are simply melted into a large dye vat that is more muddy than black.

Just looking at it, his scalp was subconsciously numb.

How many unsightly and frustrating things has the Immortal Sect done over the years to collect so much Yin and Evil Qi.

The countless evil spirits on the soul banner seemed to smell a different breath of life, and they became even more excited than just now.

It was still as majestic as a mountain in Wu Xiu'e's hands before, and she couldn't shake it in the slightest, so excited that she kept screaming, and the flagpole trembled from time to time.

The surging breath was urged by the evil spirits inside, like a gust of wind, directly slashing his head and covering his face.

His eyes sank, but then he thought that if the soul banner was really in mortal danger, Bai Tang would not be able to entrust it to him at will.

So, without further hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the flagpole directly!

When its own strength collided with the evil qi in the soul flag, the flagpole shook violently as if its head had been struck by the thunder falling from the sky, and then let out a piercing and mournful roar.

The mournful roar was filled with all kinds of indescribable sorrow and pathos, and the terrible roar was like a sickle on the body, witnessing his own skin and bones, and the pain was incomparable.

The endless wails were so confusing that it was as if a nameless fire had been kindled in everyone's minds, burning and spreading wantonly, devouring their only insignificant instincts.

The villagers, who had no ability to resist, gradually lost their eyes and lost their ability to think and judge for themselves.

Wu Xiu'e immediately threw out a few spells to block the Jedi counterattack of the evil spirit, temporarily erecting a defensive barrier.

Her hands continued to tremble with fear, and when she looked at Jiang Futing's face, she was only shocked, and she couldn't suppress it.

Controlled the soul banner for so many years, she

I've never seen Soul Banner so excited, whether it's fighting or defending, it's so lukewarm.

Only now, it is as if I have seen a rare panacea.

What the hell did this guy do?!

Also frightened was Jiang Futing, who grabbed the soul flag at this moment, although his face was not wavering, but the hand hiding beside him and holding the soul flag trembled so much that it didn't look like his own.

That hand was sore and weak, and it was now soaked with sweat, as if it had just swam back and forth with its bare hands in the stream several times.

From time to time, there was a pinprick-like stinging pain on his arm and forehead, and the skin was still beating in pain, as if it was about to burst.

The chaotic yin aura picked at his weakness at the moment, and attacked him endlessly.

Jiang Futing was not in a hurry to pull out the pole, and Wu Xiu'e had just suffered a big loss on the pole, this time she returned to her senses, did not rush forward again, and also gave him a few more seconds of respite.

The banner unconsciously danced even more violently, and in just a few seconds, the weight of the soul banner in his hand weighed several points, as if he had been pouring lead into it at a double speed.

Countless souls all rushed to his palm, and all kinds of different emotions, distractions, thoughts, and even memories suddenly gathered into a bomb, and in his mind, "Boom!" "It all exploded at once.

Jiang Futing only felt that his mind was full of all kinds of messy things, but these were still squeezing on him.

After a short back and forth, he felt like he was going to explode!

He struggled to hold on to what he had, and raised his head with difficulty, sweat slid down the corners of his forehead to his slender eyelashes, covering a small part of the line of sight, and the scene was sparkling in his eyes.

The things he endured in his mind were like a flood, and soon exceeded his limit, he desperately brought himself back to his senses, and the strength he used seemed to crush the flagpole in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were faintly raised, but the flagpole did not even show a trace of damage, and then under Wu Xiu'e's incredulous gaze, the flagpole was pulled up.

The moment the bottom of the pole leaves the ground, the entire mountain forest seems to have been sucked away from the foundation of the garrison, and the ground under your feet undulates like a broken foam, which can collapse into powder at any time as long as you come to a big water rush.

Everyone looked at him with sincere fear, although they didn't know what he had done, but the shock at the moment was almost instinctively not good.

The ground seemed to be experiencing an earthquake, and various tiny cracks continued to appear, like countless rapidly expanding centipedes spreading in all directions, and finally connected into huge cobwebs that spread all over the mountain forest.

Jiang Futing used his own strength to forcibly suppress the restless evil spirits in the soul flag, and under Wu Xiu'e's stunned gaze, he slowly walked towards her step by step.

It is 100% impossible for these villagers to listen to his advice, so they can only control the abnormal soul banner first.

He stopped three steps away from Wu Xiu'e, his hand clenched as heavy as a hammer

Flagpole, asked in a non-wavering tone: "How to control the soul flag?" ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone around him looked at him with wide eyes and burning eyes.

This man can talk!

The mouths of a few people nearby were directly open enough to stuff a few eggs into it, as if they were being played from the beginning to the end, and the next second, their eyes burned with shame and anger, and they wanted to turn him into ashes on the spot.

"This man is really lying to us!"

"It seems that when he entered our village, he had the idea of the mountain god early in the morning, right?"

"I'll just say how can someone come to play in the mountains near us for no reason, then they will feel that something is wrong!"

"You're shooting too loudly! Let's think about how to help the mountain god get rid of these people! ”

"That's it! There is a ghost in this soul banner that the mountain god has finally sealed in, and if he releases it, then we will be finished! ”

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Listening to these bustling thoughts, Jiang Futing frowned slightly, and really felt that these people should be allowed to take a good look at who put the corpse puppet first, and then go and save them!

He didn't bother to explain anything to these ignorant and vexatious villains, but in this case he had no other choice, so he could only turn his head, the sharp edge of a knife flew around, and then said coldly: "I see that you are not only deaf and blind, but also blinded. ”

When the villagers kneeling on the side heard his sharp words, they immediately jumped up excitedly, and then they were tightly pulled by the frightened people on the side, muttering something in his ear.

The man didn't know what he said, his face changed, and he knelt back on the ground in awe, just looking at Jiang Futing's eyes full of disdain and contempt.

Jiang Futing ignored it and continued: "Who urged the corpse puppet just now, didn't you see it? Your mountain god can control the ghosts who make trouble at night, think about it, how many lives she has taken from you over the years, and where did the trouble come from? ”

(End of chapter)