She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 457: Soul Destruction Banner

Sitting opposite Shi Luo, Ouyang Chen, who was buried in his meal, also looked towards the door.

"You stay here." Ming Xun said to Qu Hao, "No matter what happens outside, don't go out."

Shi Luo and Ming Xun both looked serious, Qu Hao got up nervously, "I won't go out."

He took off the ring from his hand and handed it to Ming Xun, "Here, take it with you, maybe it will come in handy."

Ming Xun pushed the ring back, "I don't need it."

"Luoluo, Ming Xiaoxun listens to you, you let him hold it." Qu Hao couldn't see Shiluo and Mingxun with his own eyes, so he wanted to give them an extra guarantee.

"With me here, he doesn't need it." Shi Luo shook Ming Xun's hand.

Ming Xun held her in his arms, turned his head, and kissed her forehead.

Qu Hao gasped, stretched out his hand, and covered his eyes.

In close combat, he is far from Ming Xun's opponent.

Those who are beside this old way may not be proficient, but Shi Luo is not as good as Ouyang Chen in the use of dementing soul banners.

There was another tearing sound.

The old man slapped hard, and the tombstone shattered.

Although he felt that there was an energy in Ming Xun's body that he couldn't describe, he was sure that Ming Xun was not a monk.

These two children are also cultivators, and their living souls are much more useful than evil ghosts.

Word for word.

Ouyang Chen smiled and nodded, "Don't worry."

The old man sneered, and tugged hard, "If you overestimate your strength, you will die!"

When the words fell, the old Taoist's five fingers clasped together, and they clasped Ming Xun's neck.

Like a spirit, the Buddha dust directly wrapped around Ming Xun's ankle.

This incantation is just a hair's breadth away, and a thousand miles away.

The soul-absorbing flag was pulled by two forces, and then, with a tearing sound, a hole was broken.

After looking at Ming Xun for a while, the old Taoist said: "Since you have destroyed my soul-absorbing banner, then use your flesh and blood energy to accompany me."

The mahogany sword was infused with evil spirit, although there was not much evil spirit, it was enough to make Ouyang Chen's wound bleed, and the evil spirit had already spread in his body.

Before leaving, he asked Zhang Jia and the others to stay at the village chief's house.

The old man taught her the Dementor Curse when Shi Luo was young, but the old man didn't know much about the Dementor Curse. No matter how capable Shi Luo was, she didn't use the Dementor Curse much, and there was no way to improve it.

Shi Luo chanted the incantation continuously.

Shi Luo stared at the old Taoist, and after a while, the old Taoist said something, and Shi Luo followed suit.

On the opposite side, an old man in a Taoist robe stood on one of the tombstones. He held a handful of Buddha dust in his hand and quietly watched Shi Luo and the others.

He stopped chanting the mantra, and looked at the three of Shi Luo with resentment, "It seems that you will all die today."

Shi Luo nodded.

"Then what should I do?" Ouyang Chen patted a soul-fixing talisman on himself, and the pain of being torn apart from his soul was relieved a bit.

Tomorrow is busy retreating.

Shi Luo ignored it and continued to chant the mantra.

The mahogany sword pierced Ouyang Chen's shoulder.

To be precise, it was looking at the old Taoist's mouth which kept opening and closing.

In order to let the dementing banner exert its greatest power, the old Taoist ingested evil ghosts and ghosts.

Ouyang Chen's forehead was throbbing with veins. He clutched the wound, but dared not draw out the mahogany sword immediately.

Ouyang Chen secretly thought, careless.

Shi Luo's soul had been damaged, and it has not healed yet. The ability of this old man exceeded her expectations. Under the contemptuous gaze of the old man, Shi Luo only felt a tearing pain in his soul.

"You were all recruited by him with the dementing banner. You were suffering unbearably in the dementing banner, and there was no freedom. I will give you back your freedom, so that you will have revenge and grudges." Shi Luo faced the dementing banner. Said the ghost.

"Don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine. I see that you are talented and cherish your talents. Since you don't want to, then don't blame me for being rude." Fall attack over.

The old Taoist was much older than the two of them, and he knew very well about the soul-destroying banner. If she took out the soul-destroying banner, she would be controlled instead and let the soul-destroying mirror be used by the old Taoist.

Ming Xun raised his hand, separated the old man's hand with his elbow, raised his hand at the same time, and punched the old man's temple.

Ouyang Chen, who was not far from the two of them, took advantage, Shi Luo and Ming Xun's voices were quite loud, and all their voices fell into Ouyang Chen's ears.

Thinking that his dementing banner would be repaired soon, the old Taoist looked at Shi Luo and Ouyang Chen, and even looked kindly.

Ming Xun took it and fell out of the courtyard gate.

At the same time, he opened his mouth wide, trying to bite Ming Xun's artery.

Driven by two soul-destroying spells, the soul-destroying banner began to fly randomly, and the ghosts in the soul-devouring banner howled even more horribly.

The blood instantly soaked the Taoist robe.

Veteran Taoists have powerful spells, so they don't need to get close to ordinary people, but his spells are greatly reduced against Ming Xun.

A drop of sweat dripped from the old man's forehead.

Ouyang Chen also thought of this.

It's just that he is still taboo, this time his mouth is not very obvious.

"Vulnerable." The old man taunted, and then he looked at Ming Xun carefully, "It's your turn."

"You go, I'll help you catch him." Ouyang Chen saw what Shi Luo was thinking, and he said to Shi Luo.

Ouyang Chen would never miss such a good opportunity.

"My Dementor Banner!" The voice made the old Taoist's eyes tear open. He roared, threw away the dust of Buddha, took out a palm-sized peach wood sword from his arms, and pierced Ming Xun's eyes.

This Yin Gathering Formation took him two years, and in less than a month, when he took those two evil spirits away, he would be able to repair his soul-absorbing banner, but now it was a failure.

"I'm going to kill him!"

"Let us out!"

The old man crushed a piece of the tombstone with force, but his face remained calm, "I'm picky. Many people have wanted to worship me as a teacher for so many years, but I don't like it. Today I will make an exception. If you want, you can worship me as your teacher."

Ming Xun guarded Shi Luo behind him, and before the old Taoist approached, he kicked in the air.

She stood upright, her eyebrows and eyes motionless.

Ming Xun retreated rapidly.

The dementing banner flew in mid-air, and the ghosts inside made strange screams.

What responded to her was Shi Luo's retelling of the Dementia Curse.

Shi Luo glanced at Ming Xun again.

"It's just a small trick." The old Taoist let out his dantian, shouted loudly, wiped the mahogany sword with his left hand, then swung it hard, and the mahogany sword went straight to Ouyang Chen.

"How can I help you?" Ming Xun supported Ouyang Chen's other shoulder, and he looked at the blood gushing out of Ouyang Chen's wound.

Ouyang Chen's face turned pale as the old Taoist chanted the mantra more quickly. He supported the tree beside him and took a deep breath, "This man is very wicked."

Shi Luo poured spiritual power into her hands, and she directly tore the soul-stirring flag into pieces with both hands.

Ming Xun was stronger than he expected, and when he fought the old Taoist hand to hand, the old Taoist actually lost the wind.

He supported the tombstone with one hand, looked up and down Shiluo, he changed his previous contempt, and said seriously: "You have a good talent."

"You have the ability to never forget." The old man's face changed slightly, and then he sneered again, "You think you can control my soul-absorbing streamer by repeating my spell? It's really fanciful."

The old man smashed heavily on the broken tombstone.

"Is it useful?" Ouyang Chen took a breath and asked.

Shi Luo looked up at the Dementor's Banner, and the spells in his mouth continued intermittently.

Only then did Shi Luo walk towards the soul-hunting banner.

He shook off the soul-absorbing flag, then threw the soul-absorbing flag into the air, waved the Buddha dust, and chanted mantras in a low voice.

Ouyang Chen smiled wryly, "No need, be careful."

Shi Luo nodded, "He can't absorb your soul."

The old Taoist's eyes were red, and his face was full of madness. He really planned to swallow the three of Ming Xun in one gulp.

The old man backed away vigilantly.

The old man couldn't stand anymore, and flew down to the tombstone.

"Luoluo, I won't leave."

"Don't let Ming Xun get hurt." Shi Luo said.

Ouyang Chen and Tang Qiang got up one after another and followed.

Ming Xun half-closed his eyes to look at him, and every word was exactly the same.

snorted.

The smell of blood stimulated the ghost in the soul-destroying banner, and the screams became more piercing, and the ghost almost broke through the soul-devouring banner.

Ouyang Chen took a distressed look at the immobilizing amulet in his hand, and slapped the old man hard.

The old Taoist closed his eyes and chanted the mantra again, this time more hurriedly.

The old man was so fast that his nails almost touched Ming Xun's neck.

Shi Luo raised his head and looked straight at the old Taoist.

She raised her hand, and the next moment, the soul-stirring banner fell into her hand.

But seeing Ming Xun's whole body spinning and flying, he raised his other hand and kicked the old Taoist heart.

Shi Luo holds Ming Xun's hand.

The old man's face changed slightly.

Sharp stones pierced his back.

"You broke my Yin Gathering Formation?" The old Taoist asked Shi Luo without looking at others.

Moreover, Tang Qiang and the others are not far away, and their souls are easily absorbed by the soul-absorbing mirror.

In the cemetery at the west end of the village, Shi Luo was the first to walk. She stopped and raised a hand to prevent others from coming forward.

The screams of ghosts came and went.

"Back away." Shi Luo said to Tang Qiang and the others, "Don't let the villagers get close."

Shi Luo recited a sentence, and Ming Xun, who was standing beside her, recited a sentence.

He looked down on Shi Luo at a young age, but Shi Luo was able to use his spiritual power when chanting mantras without a teacher, which made Shi Luo's Dementia Curse as effective as a veteran.

The second half of the Dementia Curse became the time to follow Ming Xun.

Ming Xun not only has the origin of the land god in his body, but also a trace of energy from the ancient Suzaku, and he has endured nearly 30 years of pain.

As Shi Luo expected, this Dementia Curse is the result of his continuous improvement over the past few decades, so that he has such a powerful dementia power today.

No matter how powerful his spells are, he is still a mortal body.

"Okay." Tang Qiang led his brothers back, "Master Shi, be careful too."

These children just stole his achievements.

But at the next moment, the old Taoist's face sank again, and he pulled out the coiled soul-absorbing banner from behind.

No one can take what is his.

"I want revenge, I want revenge."

Dozens of people died in the village during this period, and villagers would come over to burn paper from time to time, "This soul-absorbing banner can absorb living souls."

The old Taoist watched Shi Luo and Ouyang Chen, "Since you have broken my soul-absorbing banner, you will fill it up."

Ouyang Chen grabbed the tree trunk with his fingers, turned to Shi Luo, and asked, "Have you brought the soul-hunting mirror?"

The three of them worked together to learn the old man's Dementia Curse.

"Being not."

The old man didn't hide, he flicked his other wrist.

A filament glowing with black light seemed conscious, trying to wrap around Ming Xun's neck.

"Be careful!" Ouyang Chen shouted.

Shi Luo didn't stop for a moment, and went straight to Ming Xun.

(End of this chapter)