Tan Lin was scared.

Boundless fear arose in his heart.

That is the reverence for death.

The more you practice, the more you fear your body will die and your Tao will disappear.

But today, he felt the haze hanging over his head. The lingering shadow seemed to be completely imprinted in his heart, and it had already expanded beyond control just by recalling it for a moment.

Is the Dao heart blocked? Maybe it is, but now he has no time to think at all, he just wants to live.

The sword control technique was used with all his strength, and the sword light turned into a rainbow and broke through the heavy fog in front of him.

As soon as he rushed out, the silence suddenly disappeared, and the warm sounds returned to the world.

The wind moved, the clouds moved, or birds and animals ran around, as well as the breathing of residents hiding in the city. In short, he finally escaped from that oppressive and heavy world.

I used all kinds of escape techniques and finally rolled and crawled out of the mist.

Still panicking, Tan Lin didn't dare to stop at all, and took a quick glance to activate the sealing method.

Suddenly.

A blue-black ghost hand rested on Tan Lin's shoulder.

It was bitingly cold, and I couldn't feel any warmth. It was as cold as cold iron.

Tan Lin shivered in fright, then pointed his sword to summon the flying sword, and slashed at his shoulder without any hesitation, without any mercy.

Maybe this sword cut would not only cut off the ghost hand, but also remove his entire shoulder. However, he didn't have much choice and could only do this.

However, the flying sword hit the ghost's hand, like cotton hitting a stone, not moving at all.

The horror in Tan Lin's eyes overflowed, and his narrowed pupils couldn't help but tremble. He turned over his hand and took out the talisman.

"disease."

But before the talisman was activated, his body was pulled into the thick mist again.

It's not that Tushanjun is bullying others. Even if he doesn't admit it, he actually doesn't belong to the living person anymore.

As the main soul of the soul banner, it is more terrifying than ordinary ghosts. Facing him with insufficient skills is no different from ordinary people facing ferocious evil ghosts.

"Bang."

The heavy object fell to the ground.

Han An took a closer look and saw a corpse appearing in front of the big locust tree.

There was still fear on the face of the corpse, as if it had tried to scream for help before it was alive, but now it was just cold and ashes, like a carelessly discarded rag.

"This black flag is so terrifying?"

Han An couldn't help but look at the soul flag in his hand.

The black flags fluttered in the breeze, and the evil ghosts floating in the soul flags crowded around.

The soul flags fluttered down, as if they would emerge from it at any time.

At this moment, Han An felt that his idea was right. If such a powerful magic weapon fell into the hands of those outside, the harm it would cause would be even greater today.

However, he unconsciously remembered what the black-robed Taoist said.

Maybe……

Thousands of ghost soldiers have not yet been dealt with, and he has no time to think about the black-robed Taoist's plan.

There is no use in guessing, not to mention that he has already used this black flag. Even if the Taoist's plan is really good, it cannot be implemented now.

Just as he was about to activate the soul flag to collect thousands of evil spirits in front of him, Han An lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand.

The light red lines spread slowly.

His body is like a piece of cracked porcelain that may break into a pile of dregs in a short while.

"Is your soul body about to reach its limit?"

Han An no longer paid much attention to his own situation, but held the Soul Flag with both hands and shook it.

The flags of the revered soul move, the wind stops the mist.

I just felt that the originally dark sky suddenly became a lot brighter.

Li Sanzheng was fighting with the ghost general, and the next moment the ghost general in front of him disappeared without a trace, along with the ghost soldiers arrayed in formation.

Looking back, I happened to see Han An waving a black flag.

Boom.

Han An's banner fell to the ground, and scarlet lines had climbed up to his face.

His face now looks like it is made up of tiny pieces of porcelain, and even his body has become a lot darker.

"Stop, if you wave the soul flag again, you will die."

The indifferent sound is like a clear spring dripping into a cold pool.

Han An was shocked.

How could he forget the owner of this voice? After all, he had harassed him many times and even drank from him.

"Taoist Priest?"

Han An asked in surprise. He also understood that such a person would definitely not die.

No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it, and after those words, there was only a long silence.

"There are still Luo Jiao people outside the city. If they are allowed to leave, they will gather ghost soldiers to attack the city next time."

"They must die."

"If possible, I would even like to kill the 200,000 bandits piled outside."

Oops.

What a bold idea.

Tushanjun inside the banner was surprised by Han An's idea.

Two hundred thousand people, not to mention other objects, no one dares to bear this huge cause and effect.

Moreover, the power of Wanfa Sect is still so strong that any foundation-building monk can crush Han An to death.

Han An seemed to be saying it to Tu Shanjun, but also seemed to be saying it to himself.

As he spoke, he turned the copper stove over with his seal and took out the three sticks of incense inside.

He stuffed the three sticks of incense that were burning with only their tails into his mouth.

"lead."

The seals complete the technique.

Rays of light yellow light flew out from the soldier's body and converged towards his body.

Without the blessing of the pale yellow light, most of the remaining soldiers in the military formation collapsed and fell into a coma, and some who did not faint were also in a state of weakness and unable to move.

In fact, there are not many soldiers left alive.

Although they are veterans full of vitality, they are fighting against the ghost soldiers, especially when the ghost general puts down the big banner and then the pale ghost king appears. The entrance of these two ghosts quickly reduces their numbers.

To be able to survive, strength and luck are both indispensable.

After a while, Han An's porcelain-like body suppressed most of him.

Although it is still terrifying, the cracks on his body have faded a lot.

Holding the Soul Flag in his hand tightly, Han An let out a long breath and shook the Soul Flag again.

Heaven and earth momentarily.

Han An suddenly found that the situation around him had changed, and the darkness had become more powerful than the ghost mist.

Candlelight flickers in the distance.

It's already here in the blink of an eye.

The candlelight that gradually increased like a staircase gave this place a faint light, but Han An couldn't feel the slightest peace of mind. Looking at the shrines illuminated by the faint firelight, it was even more terrifying and strange.

A figure wearing a black robe and a hood appeared in front of Han An.

Although the body shape was different, he could not forget the black robe. Looking at the eyes in the darkness, he felt a little more familiar.

I couldn't help but ask: "Is that you, Taoist Priest?"

"It's me."

He waved his hand to create a stone table and bench, and placed the butterfly-shaped wine bowl on it. After sitting down, the black-robed Taoist looked at Han An and asked, "I don't understand something."

Han An held the ceremony: "If you have any questions, Taoist Master, I will answer them."

"But I don't have much time. Please use your strength to kill the Luo Jiao demon cultivators outside the city first."

Tu Shanjun did not agree, but said: "You don't have to worry."
To be continued...