The magic weapon wrapped in a banner appeared in front of Xiao Jinghong.

With the influx of mana, the Cunxu Soul Banner grew in the wind and turned into a height of ten feet, appearing in front of the two of them.

The expanded blue and black flags are covered with reliefs of nocturnal evil spirits.

The red clouds were made of silk, divided into three and two layers. Thousands of Yin gods walked on the clouds, baring their teeth and claws. They did not have the majesty and solemnity of the heavenly soldiers and generals, but instead looked like the rampant soldiers and ghost generals of the underworld Lord Yama.

The sharp teeth of a skull and demon on the top corner hold the main flag.

The red light in the eye sockets rotated slightly, giving people a strange evil meaning.

Tushanjun has completely transformed into his true form.

The ghost's hand tightly grasped the Zhang Xu Soul Flag, and the purple and black oval nails were embedded in it.

That is to say, the two fangs folded in the mouth were not released, and the rest were just as they had been when fighting with others.

Tushan Jinghong opened his mouth wide and touched his head.

Her eyes were full of admiration, and she then imitated the roar of an evil spirit. In fact, such a lovely girl did not look as ferocious as a ghost.

He looked at the green-faced ghost mask in his hand.

I thought it was very handsome at first, but now it feels shabby no matter what.

Tu Shanjun pointed his finger to release part of the suppression: "This is the magic weapon you are looking for."

Jinghong's pupils, which were covered by appearances, suddenly revealed their true nature, with two large and small rings of double pupils, distributed in the eye sockets, and the divine light shone on the soul flag in front of him.

At the same time, Tu Shanjun noticed that the seal of Daheishanhe County in his sea of ​​consciousness was also a little fluttering.

"The Ghost King of Daheishan said that he used Ten Thousand Infants' Spiritual Energy, but in fact he didn't use that much. Moreover, Jinghong's own talent is quite good, and his fate is similar to that of Juefa Xianghao. That's why he became like this the day after tomorrow."

"It is not an exaggeration to say that the Taoism is achieved through incense. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an acquired god. Jinghong will definitely have something to do with Shinto."

Tu Shanjun gently stroked the sea seal, and his disturbing thoughts were suppressed.

The laws of this world have their ups and downs.

Even if there is a causal relationship with the declining Taoism, there is not much hindrance. This worldly fate is not something that a monk in the late Jindan stage can explain clearly.

Xiao Jinghong stared at the Zunhun Banner in front of him and asked: "Father's magic weapon?"

Tu Shanjun smiled and did not answer yes or no.

Did he tell the child that he was a magic weapon?

"My son, I have seen this magic weapon, so your curiosity should be dispelled."

It's better to see it in advance. After you practice and have magic power later, you will inevitably want to try it yourself. Tushanjun can refuse, but he can't stop the influx of magic power, so this can be regarded as a solution to future worries.

"Dad, when can I practice?"

"After the age of ten."

"Will you teach me yourself?"

"My father will find you a disciple."

"Why don't you teach me yourself?"

"Because I'm not good at teaching people. If you think about it, if the teacher in the school explains it to you and your father explains it to you, the teacher in the school must be better at teaching students."

Speaking of this, Tu Shanjun stopped suddenly and said sternly: "Did you skip class today?"

Tushan Jinghong was about to laugh, but then he quickly held it back, pursed his lips and explained: "It's a day off today."

"Why the holiday?"

"Sir fell into the ink tank."

Seeing Tu Shanjun's increasingly solemn look, and the treasonous son who was about to blurt out, Tu Shan Jinghong quickly defended: "Dad, believe me, I really didn't do it this time, it was definitely an accident."

"What benefits did you promise your Aunt Long to let you come over?"

Tushan Jinghong looked like a little fox, showing a sly smile: "Hey!"

"Every girl smiles so obscenely, how unbecoming is it?"

"Dad, I think you should find a wife."

"Go and rest."

Tu Shanjun used a gentle magic power to throw the little Jinghong out of the temple and gently placed it at the door. Miss Long'er just happened to catch it. Miss Long'er seemed to be used to such things.

"Did you make your father angry again?"

"Hey, Aunt Long, it's not like you don't know that my father is the most duplicitous."

"I made an appointment with my friends for a river cruise."

After saying that, he ran out of the Ghost King's Palace in a hurry.

When the demons, soldiers and ghost generals in front of the palace gate saw Jinghong, they all saluted and called: "Young Master."

All along the way, monks will be watching over you, so there won't be any accidents.

When they arrived at the palace gate, the ten-foot-long tiger lying on the ground walked up to Tushan Jinghong's side, lowered himself, and waited for the little Jinghong to climb onto his back before he stood up and said: "Young Master, sit down.

."

Using mana to form a protective shield of Gang Qi, the tiger demon, who had perfected his Qi practice, jumped onto the steps of the mountain road.

After several leaps, he has disappeared.

Until we arrived at the gate of the mountain city.

The roaring beasts bowed under the pressure of the Qi Practicing Dzogchen Tiger Demon.

Standing aside were either the children of some monks or the seeds of monasticism selected from the territory of Daheishan.

"Sister, are you done with your business?"

"It's just over."

"Let's go."

Regardless of whether they were children in the school, or children who were under age or younger, they all looked at Tushan as if they were shocked. They mounted the bowed beast, and then ran towards the Heishan Reservoir in a mighty manner.

Most of these are uncivilized people in the mountains and forests, and they all have some instinctive wisdom.

They are all under the control of the Daheishan monks.

The roads within the territory are not close, and these children cannot go that far with just their feet. Moreover, the peaks are not close to each other, and the mountain city and the main peak are far apart. Tushan Jinghong has not yet practiced cultivation, so he can only rely on other foot strength.

…

"General, it's bad, the young master is here again."

"ah?"

The big turtle on the river under the reservoir got up violently.

Urging the shrimp soldiers and crab generals: "Quickly, give me the general's advice to calm down your aura. Don't disturb the crabs and fish and shrimps in the reservoir. If you let the young master fail again, I, the general, will take care of you."

"No, this doesn't work either."

"Everyone takes action and drives those ordinary parallel imports to the upper floors."

"Here."

"One more thing, all the monks, water ghosts, goblins, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, take good care of the children. If you let me, the general, see someone slip and fall into the water, I will twist off your heads and kick them like a cuju."

After a lot of turmoil, the boiling reservoir returned to calm.

Da'ao floated to the surface of the water, looked at the flat lake with hundreds of miles of blue waves in front of him, and then sent his men out.

There is no life here, but the mountains and pastures are very quiet.

The demon cultivator guarding the mountain was drinking tea, waving the cattail leaf fan and listening to the report of the deputy general next to him: "Hahaha, if you have nothing to do, it's time for those shrimp soldiers and crab generals in Dayao to start practicing."

The people who heard the news were not only the mountain and forest pastures, but also the farming stations, the elixir cultivation field, the Lingmai Cliff in the back mountain, and the military battlefield...

As long as the young master doesn't mess with them at his whim, that's fine.

This is just a joke. In fact, Tushan Jinghong knew what was right.

Furthermore, how could the play of children without magic power really affect these monks? It was just that they were willing to play with the young master.

…

"Your Majesty." Nie Quanjiu cupped his hands and sat down.

"Pay attention to Juting Lake, I plan to take it over."

Nie Quanjiu pondered and said: "Your Majesty, the Juting Dragon King is quite strong. There is a Xiyue Wolf King in the middle. Unless it is extended from the Big Head Ghost King's original territory, sending troops like this will be noticed."

"The Heavenly Ghost King deep in the Netherworld will never sit back and watch our expansion."

"Swallowing the Big-Headed Ghost King's territory will make the surrounding blockade even tighter."

Nie Quanjiu was also troubled by this matter.

The strength of Daheishan is growing day by day, but the demon kings and ghost kings around them are more wary of them. If they want to expand, they will be jointly resisted by those companies. Even if Daheishan is strong, it cannot start a war with those companies at the same time.
To be continued...