The Ghost King Killing Formation of the Ten Directions has not gathered the formation flags yet, and is now unable to fully exert its power.

And even though they were so far apart, Tushanjun could still see the lingering incense.

Perhaps it's because the Huaifeng City Imperial Seal in the Consciousness Sea has been fused with the fragments from the last ghost market. The closer it is to other Shinto magic weapons, the more seasonal movement there is.

Calculating the evil spirit required for Soul Banner's promotion, it seems that it is still far away.

This is also true, the Soul Flag has become a middle-grade magic weapon, and generally only monks in the middle and late stages of Golden Elixir can afford the middle-grade magic weapon.

Moreover, there is no such thing as a top-quality magic weapon in the world of spiritual practice. High-quality magic weapons are top-notch.

The amount of evil energy required for this level is naturally huge.

Seeing the dangerous light flashing in the red-haired Taoist's eyes, I suddenly felt something bad in my heart.

"Senior, when day and night change, the ghost market in Beihang Mountain will open, and then we can sneak in."

Since the monk wants to keep a low profile, Tushanjun has nothing to object to, as long as he can break in, he is not picky about what kind of choice he makes.

…

Open your eyes again.

As dusk passed, the golden and red colors on the horizon finally disappeared.

The silver makeup under the bright moon looks dull and elegant.

Not only did the Beixing Mountains not sink into darkness as the sun sets, but instead they flickered with fireflies, connected in series. From a distance, it looked like there was a city nestled in the mountains.

The city in the mountain is not a mirage, but a real thing.

The red-haired Taoist returned to the soul banner, leaving the monk alone outside, speaking through the method of transmitting sounds into secrets.

Walk to the foot of the mountain.

The path winds up the mountain.

As soon as Juefa stepped into the jungle, the original tranquility suddenly disappeared. Armored and scaly animals were running around the mountains, and birds were flying and flapping their wings.

I could even hear little demons whispering and lonely souls mumbling nonsense.

There are more monsters and ghosts in the mountains than Juefa imagined, and corpses can be seen lying on the ground everywhere.

However, the fireflies light up the lanterns and the mountain city is decorated with colors, forming a sharp contrast.

Juefa shook his head slightly, and the gray-robed monk's clothes passed by his side: "The people of Li are in dire straits and hot water, but the demons and ghosts are alive and nourishing. In fact... Amitabha."

The white bone Buddha beads swayed, transforming his body into a ghost monk in blue robes, and then he walked to the entrance of the demon city in the mountains.

City gate.

A single-horned monster with no specific shape opened the portrait in his hand and compared it with the monster entering the city.

There are two long rows of different kinds of monsters.

Deers, rabbits, roe deer, jackals, wolves and leopards, ghost foxes, corpse dogs, bear bears, pigs and snakes hooking their shoulders, ghosts and monsters riding on their backs...

The dead bones and zombies were not left behind either.

Juefa drew a green-skinned monk ghost, but it didn't look out of place.

But in such a long queue, he was dressed too appropriately, so he was targeted and stopped by the monster guarding the gate.

The unicorn demon opened the portrait in his hand and looked left and right.

A hoarse voice sounded: "It's not like that."

When Juefa passed by the monster, he glanced at the portrait.

There are figures of monks and Taoists painted on it, especially a white-haired ghost cultivator wearing awe-inspiring armor.

At the same time, he added that the ghost cultivators are quite powerful.

Just walked over.

But I heard: "Wait!"

Juefa's footsteps stopped, and his lowered eyes did not change at all, except that the white bone Buddha beads in his hand quickly came off the winding and floated to the side of the tiger's mouth.

Tu Shanjun inside the soul banner also saw the portrait.

The portrait is not very accurate, but in the territory of Daheishan, there are very few monks and Taoists, not to mention such a conspicuous feature. Therefore, it does not need to be too vivid, just be roughly similar.

Logically speaking, the other party should not be able to recognize it.

The unicorn demon walked to Juefa's side and opened the portrait in his hand again.
Chapter completed!