His legal domain is still too rough. Although he understands his destiny, his magic power and realm are insufficient to reveal the complete legal domain.

In fact, this is a place of death.

Because Tushanjun is already dead, even though he doesn't admit it, he was actually dead when the demon cultivator massacred the village that day.

It was not his life that he could continue to use alive.

What he uses is the life of the evil ghost in the soul banner, and what he uses is the life of the banner master.

As he said, his life was borrowed.

Live by borrowing the lives of others.

Tu Shanjun turned his head and dispersed some of the anger as he looked.

Huff and puff.

The candle was lit under Tushanjun's gaze.

On both sides are small halls that are about ten feet high.

The candles in the hall, as thick as a child's arm, were like sparks of fire, burning in large swaths.

At first glance, there are stacks of shrines.

The shrine enshrines the Yin God sitting cross-legged.

It looks like a cozy place, but in fact it only makes people feel numb.

Tu Shanjun turned around, and the candlelight behind him began to dim.

When the candlelight weakened, the Yin gods sitting cross-legged in the shrines opened their scarlet eyes.

Among them, most of the shrines of the banner masters who once held soul banners are more prominent.

"jurisdiction"

"God, enlighten the realm of death!"

"The offerings I receive are the same as those of you."

As soon as the sound fell, the remaining eye on Tushanjun's forehead opened, and suddenly there were many things in his head.

"Although it's still very rough and incomplete, it's almost enough."

Tu Shanjun looked at the golden elixir of the Rakshasa clan and condensed the magic in his hand.

"Lend me your life!"

A huge word "death" was directly printed on the face of Rakshasa Void Clan Jindan.

Boom.

A huge shrine suddenly rose from the blood river of the Rakshasa Xu clan, and appeared behind the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Xu clan against the flowing blood.

Scarlet candles were lit on both sides of the huge three-foot-tall shrine.

The black and red shrine does not look like something dedicated to good gods, but rather looks like the residence of some evil ghost or evil god.

Ding Xie felt extremely shocked.

He was just shocked by Tu Shanjun's legal domain and did not doubt Tu Shanjun's understanding.

Judging from the time they spent together, Tu Shanjun had a very good understanding and belonged to a type of monk with very good talents.

Monks know that true spirits can be reincarnated, but most of them don't believe in the underworld, and the underworld messengers compiled by the people are like a joke to them.

But after seeing the appearance of Tu Shanjun's domain, Ding Xie felt that it was too evil.

It doesn't matter whether it's an evil sect, as long as it's strong enough, it doesn't matter whether it's an upright or evil sect.

Sometimes evil things are even weirder.

"I just hope that after I die, Brother Tushan can build a better shrine for me." The pale-faced Ding Xie smiled miserably despite the pressure.

If Tushanjun were by his side, he would definitely give him a look, and he still wouldn't shut up at this time.

At this time, Tushanjun couldn't distract him.

Jin Dan of the Rakshasa Void Clan just wanted to fly away, but found that he couldn't move.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are black threads wrapped around his body.

Suddenly he was shocked and said: "What is this?"

No matter what this is, the golden elixir cultivator still has to rely on his own magic power to win. The soldier has recovered from the initial confusion and made a move with both hands: "River of blood to the sky!"

The undercurrent of blood suddenly rose rapidly and soon submerged the waistline of the shrine.

Tushanjun also showed no signs of weakness.

Forming a seal with one hand, the technique is transformed.

The shrine that sealed off the Rakshasa Void Clan was raised again.

Jindan of the Rakshasa Void Clan looked back, and what he saw was a huge shrine, and his body was still being slowly pulled over.

Although he didn't know what it was, he knew in his heart that he couldn't go in.

Tu Shanjun's left hand is in the seal.

He clenched his right hand.

A black soul-inducing flag appeared in his hand.

Dancing with Tushanjun's movements is like a performance by a dancing master.

The Rakshasa Xu clan, who had been dazed for half a breath, suddenly came back to their senses.

His Yin Shen is already half separated from his body!

What was hooked by the thread was not his body at all, but the Yinshen.

"Mother!" the soldier shouted in horror.
Chapter completed!