Jueben looked at the immortal soul real person who had completely lost his vitality with a calm face, and recited a Buddha name lightly, mourning for the ordinary people who died innocently at the hands of the demon sect.

With a move of his right hand, an object shot from the corpse of the immortal soul real person and stopped in front of him.

Hao Ran is the blood spirit flag, the natal magic weapon of the immortal soul real person.

At this time, the blood spirit banner did not exist at all, like a dead thing, if it were not for the power that this treasure burst out just now, it was hard to imagine that this was a dead thing.

Jueben stared at the small black banner in front of him lightly, and said in a low voice: "This small banner is actually made of the soul of a living person, and the refining method is most likely to imitate the ghost Dao Divine Soldier Wanling Banner!"

When he thought of the Ten Thousand Spirit Flag, the divine weapon in the ghost path teleportation, Jue Ben couldn't help but shudder. Once the Ten Thousand Spirit Banner is born, it must be a catastrophe in the world, and it is said that the owner of that magic weapon has competed with Lord Yama for the position of King of Yama. Later, the battle failed, and the man was permanently sent to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Jueben suppressed the emotions in his heart and set his eyes on the blood spirit banner again. He said softly: "Such an evil and vicious magic weapon, what is the use of leaving it for you!" After speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and a golden "Buddha" character was generated in the palm of his palm. His right hand was in the air, and the golden word "Buddha" in his hand turned into a golden light and slashed on the blood spirit flag.

The blood spirit banner is now an ownerless thing, and its spirituality is lost, how can it withstand the charged blow of the eminent monk of Zhu Jueben.

With just a "click", the Blood Spirit Banner was cut off by the waist, turned into two, and fell to the ground.

Jueben looked at the broken blood spirit banner with a calm face, and a trace of gray light smoke emerged from the broken blood spirit flag, drifting in all directions. He chanted, "Amitabha, sin, sin!" He sat down cross-legged and recited the Mantra of Bliss for these souls imprisoned by the Blood Spirit Banner.

These souls have been imprisoned in the Blood Spirit Banner for a long time, and it is impossible to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, but I hope they can go to Elysium as soon as possible.

After reciting the Mantra of Bliss in the Past Life, Jueben stood up gently. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the wind breaking, and it seemed that someone was hurrying towards this place, and most of the people who heard the speed of the people were also monks.

In such a remote place, how could there be so many cultivators, who would come?

Suddenly, he smiled bitterly, and disappeared into the night in a golden streamer.

With the departure of Jueben, the place returned to tranquility, a deathly tranquility. If it weren't for the messy ground and the corpse of the immortal soul real person who had not yet cooled, who would have imagined that there was a life-and-death battle here just now.

Half a tea hour later, a white figure fell from the sky.

The person who came was dressed in white, dressed as a scholar, and holding a golden brush in his right hand, this person was Gong Yeshuo, who had a relationship with Zhao Yu. He traveled around the neighborhood and found that there was a faint aura fluctuation here, so he flew over to check it.

Gong Yeshuo looked at the messy ground, and the nearby stones had become shattered, and it was obvious that someone had fought here just now.

Suddenly, he made a "huh" as if he had discovered something, and there was a broken flag in the grass not far from him. He took the little flag in his hand and looked at it, and felt that the little flag was very familiar, and said in a low voice, "Could it be him?"

His voice was so low that even he couldn't believe that the humane law was between him and himself, and although he won, he would also win. If someone can kill him, wouldn't that Dao be above himself, then how could there be so many masters in this remote place, thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out a little cold sweat on his forehead.

Gongye Shuo suppressed the shock in his heart, looked at the broken place of the small flag, and couldn't help but be surprised.

The incision is particularly flat, as if someone had cut it off.

Looking at the material of the small flag, it is also a good magic weapon, and the person who destroys it can cut it off with one slash. It can be seen how profound the human behavior of the owner of the little flag is, and he asked himself that he couldn't cut off the little flag with all his might, but he couldn't do it if he cut it off.

Gongye Shuo once again let go of the shock in his heart and left the little flag still in place. Although this magic weapon has killed a lot of beings, it has now been destroyed and has no effect. He looked around again to see if he could find any other traces.

Seven or eight feet away from Kohata, he found a corpse, covered in black, lined in the night, and if he didn't look closely, he really couldn't find it.

Gong Yeshuo looked up, looked closely, and saw the face of the corpse, a face like dead wood, very thin, round eyes, and eyes full of fear. He carefully looked at the corpse's face and exclaimed, "It's really him!"

He never thought that the man in black who was fighting with him a few months ago would be killed in such a remote place, just now he was just guessing, but now he confirmed his idea with his own eyes.

The corpse was still warm, and before he died, he looked frightened, as if he had encountered something unbelievable. And his body had no other obvious scars, except for being thinner.

Gong Yeshuo hesitated, and suddenly found that there was a bead-like scar on the knee of the corpse, he carefully observed the typhoid fever, and suddenly said with great joy: "It's the Arhat Fazhu is the master and the master."

Thinking about it carefully, the scar on the knee is obviously left by the master's Arhat magic beads, and only the master's Taoism can kill this demon cult without much effort, and cut off the small banner magic weapon, and all the puzzles are suddenly enlightened.

Gongye Shuo's face was full of excitement, he heard that the master was living in seclusion in Qingyang, and he came to look for the master. But he came here to look for half a year, but there was no trace of the master. Now that I know that the master is here, I will inevitably be happy and excited. He thought about it and said, the corpse of this demon sect demon is not completely cold, and the master must still be around here.

Gong Yeshuo mentioned the Sanskrit pen and was about to ride the air, just walked a few steps, and suddenly thought of the master's prestige and magic weapon fame shocked the world, if you keep the body of this demon demon, wouldn't it expose the master's name.

He turned his head back and looked at the corpse of the immortal soul. I saw him wave his right hand lightly, and the Sanskrit pen smashed into the corpse with golden light.

Hearing only a "bang", the corpse became crushed under a huge force, and the ground where the corpse was located was also smashed out of a large pit.

Gong Yeshuo looked at all this with a calm face, his sleeve robe shook slightly, and a sleeve wind blew up the ashes of the immortal soul real person like a strong wind, floating in all directions.

Since then, the Immortal Soul Zhenren, a ghost master, has completely lost his bones, and his bones have been broken and scattered, which can be regarded as a retribution.

Gongye Shuo finished all this with a satisfied smile on his face.

In fact, he didn't have to do this at all, it was only because he found the whereabouts of his master and was too excited that he became smart and confused for a while.

The righteous path and the demon path have been incompatible since ancient times, water and fire are incompatible, Jueben, as a senior monk of the Donkey Kong Temple, even if he kills one or two demon demons, are he still afraid of revenge from others?

Gong Yeshuo took out his Sanskrit pen and turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky in the dark night.

A secret room far away from Luoshan Village, where the immortal soul died.

The secret room is quite spacious, very dark, not too much light, and the strange thing is that the walls in the secret room are full of skulls, ghostly, and very scary.

On the only stone bed in the secret room, an old man sat cross-legged. The old man was dressed in a Taoist robe, and what was printed on the back of the robe was not any gossip, but a ghostly Rakshasa statue, which was even more evil in such an environment.

The old man's eyes were closed, and the black qi around his body was like a dead man. Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and then his eyes widened. This old man is the uncle of the immortal soul real person.

When I was practicing just now, I suddenly felt uneasy. This made him very surprised, and after thinking about it for a while, he thought that the exercises he cultivated were too weird, so he didn't think about it anymore. He made a gesture with his right hand against the opposite wall, and a skull flew onto his hand, and he held the skull with both hands and sucked the yin qi inside the skull with his nose. After sucking out the yin qi of three or four skulls, his heart calmed down a lot.

He was about to continue his cultivation when a frightened voice interrupted him.

"Silence-sama, it's not bad"

With the sound, a man burst in, and because he ran too fast, he fell to the floor of the hall with a thud.

"Shi Lie, didn't I tell you how many times, don't disturb me when I'm practicing?"

The man known as Shi Lie was furious when he looked at Silence, and said timidly: "Lord Silence, there are others."

Before he could finish speaking, Silence interrupted him coldly, "Who has fallen again?"

Although Silence doesn't like others to disturb his practice, this Shi Lie is just a small handyman who is responsible for guarding the Yuan Soul Lamp, although he is very arrogant, but he is quite honest in doing things, and he is still timid, if he doesn't encounter any major events, even if he is given a few more guts, he will not dare to trespass into his practice secret room without permission.

Shi Lie said hesitantly: "It's the immortal soul!"

"What immortal soul?" Silence Huo Ran stood up, his face full of incredulity.

Shi Lie looked at Silence's expression in horror, he knew that the Immortal Soul was a disciple of Silence, and he was deeply loved by Silence, and the fall of the Immortal Soul was simply a blow to Silence.

Shi Lie said in a low voice: "The Immortal Soul's Yuan Soul Lamp has been extinguished!"

"Let's go, let's see.!" said Silence after a moment of silence.