As he spoke, he compared the Zunhun Banner with the wooden dragon sword in his hand, and became very suspicious.

Until I heard Tushanjun’s answer.

"It's a magic weapon!"

Han An's eyes flashed, his energy and blood surged, and his face couldn't help but turn rosy.

At the same time, his vigilance towards Tushanjun was heightened to the extreme, and he even tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

His expression changed, as if he was waiting for Tu Shanjun's next words.

However, despite being calm on the surface, there were turbulent waves in his heart, even to the point where humans and gods were at war.

Greed flashed through his heart, and his originally clear eyes became a little cloudy.

If the treasure in front of me is really a magic weapon, there might be a chance to reverse the situation, and the black-robed Taoist also said that he has no magic power left in his body.

Seeing the actions of the person in front of him, Tu Shanjun couldn't help but laugh. People's greed is like a fire burning in their hearts. No matter how much persuasion and words are buried, it will be difficult to extinguish it.

"This treasure is called the 'Soul-Respecting Flag', and the flag contains a powerful Yin spirit."

"As long as fellow Taoist Han gives this treasure to the Luo Jiao's demonic cultivators outside the military formation, I will naturally have a way to crack the Luo Jiao's demonic cultivators."

Tu Shanjun did not explicitly mention the soul flag's backlash. Some things cannot be explained too clearly, let alone to outsiders.

Is it possible that the promotion of the soul-honoring flag all over the world can backfire on the flag owner?

Moreover, even a few words about one's own reasons cannot be explained clearly. If you talk too much, it will be easy to reveal your own background, and there is no guarantee that a powerful monk will not be able to find out something along these lines.

So he just told Han An that doing so could solve the demonic cultivators outside the city.

As for the specific method, of course, it is to backfire the demon cultivator and refine it into a banner slave, and then use the banner slave's magic power to defeat it.

In such a small place, there will never be a monk who is higher than Tu Shanjun.

Han An's expression changed, the scent of locust flowers on his body became stronger, and the clarity in his eyes began to take over.

"It seems that Han mistakenly trusted the Taoist Master. The Taoist Master refused to stay for a while. Isn't it to put away the ghost to fill this magic weapon?"

"What's the difference between this kind of behavior and Luo Jiao demon cultivator?"

"No, you are the devil."

Han An stared at Tushanjun, and his magic power started to work.
Chapter completed!