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90, Yuanling(2/2)

Even the ghost statues have become more exquisite and lifelike.

The mist inside the soul banner surged, and the other ghosts and ghosts in the banner were also affected.

Wen Yue was not idle either. There were still ghosts walking on the ground, so he used his magic power to grab the ghosts and throw them into the soul flags.

In fact, there are not many ghosts that have truly entered the level, but more of them are the ghosts of strong ghost soldiers condensed by evil spirits.

But since you can't win by quality, you can win by quantity. If the ghosts of three hundred ghost soldiers enter, Tushanjun's strength will be even greater.

"Well you thief."

"You're actually stealing stuff here!"

A figure wielding a sword fell to the ground and glared at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue frowned slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Isn't this, fellow Taoist, serious?"

Tu Shanjun inside the banner also looked at the scolding person.

The young man walked out gracefully, wearing a long robe and holding a sword in his arms, his face uncovered: "Who is a Taoist friend like you, a demon thief?"

"A few days ago, you stole the evil spirits under Tongguan City."

"Soul flag?"

"The traitor of the Blood Evil Sect."

The young man glanced at the ghost-faced flags lying above Feihong Stream, and then looked at Wen Yue.

Wen Yue didn't show any panic when he was called a loser. Instead, he held up his hands and asked, "I wonder who your friend is?"

"Then you have to listen carefully."

"I am a disciple of the Yuanling Sect, Zhu Lin. I have been ordered by my master to guard the Nanyue Mountain battlefield and clean up the evil spirits."

"Also responsible for slaying demons."

Zhu Lin glanced at Wen Yue arrogantly.

The general pattern of Feng Shui in Nanyue Mountain causes evil spirits to sink into the ground very quickly, which also results in the ghosts and ghosts born on the battlefield being few and far between.

His strength is more than enough to clear a battlefield of 100,000 people.

Although Zhu Lin couldn't see Wen Yue's strength, he knew from the rough way he used magic that the person in front of him was not very strong.

However, the spinning soul flag is quite magical, as if it is not ordinary.

Tu Shanjun's expression was solemn. The person who came here was not very old, but his physical aura was very powerful. He was even stronger than Zhou Liang who he attacked back then.
Chapter completed!
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