Once you enter the ruins of Blood Spirit Hall.
The smell of decay was carried by the dust.
Looking around, the originally gray underground space was riddled with holes, and the collapse of the Blood Spirit Palace also caused the entire ruins to sink.
Perhaps within ten years, the ruins will be completely filled up by Nanyue Mountain.
Ding Xie took out the token, put his mana on the token, and suddenly several lines of twisted small characters with pale light appeared.
The pool of blood surged, and a broken body emerged to face Ding Xie.
The blood demon's red eyes were filled with shock. He didn't expect that the visitor was only in the middle stage of foundation building.
However, he felt great pressure from the person in front of him, which was a kind of danger that entered his soul from the outside in.
The blood demon's sanity is incomplete, and sometimes the demonic nature will overwhelm the spiritual intelligence, but this does not mean that he cannot feel the crisis.
"Who are you?"
"Wanfa Sect, law enforcement disciple, Ding Xie."
Ding Xie stared at the Blood Demon quietly, unable to help but sigh, with regret flashing in his eyes.
"Wanfa Sect?"
The blood demon's eyes widened and he murmured.
As if unconsciously, he stretched out his incomplete palm and touched his cheek. It was moist but not blood-colored: "Is it water?"
"Where is Wanfa Sect?"
The Blood Demon was furious, and he was troubled in his heart.
He didn't know what agitation was, he just felt uncomfortable. Just hearing the name made him feel very uncomfortable.
As he screamed, blood flickered on his body, and his originally clear red eyes were covered with a layer of haze.
Bewitched.
In fact, the blood demon has already been possessed, but sometimes his mind can still gain the upper hand.
It's a pity that because of the passage of time, he has already forgotten everything.
"The blood demon becomes great."
A pool of blood surged into his body, and a bloody demon figure several feet tall appeared in front of Ding Xie.
As the bloody palm was raised, the four walls of blood quickly rose up, shrouding Ding Xie in the center area.
The huge power caused Ding Xie to wear hunting robes, and his face did not change as he faced the pressing blood demon directly.
"Breaking Cone."
Turn your wrist and pinch out the seal.
The spell-breaking cone that was condensed using mana appeared in Ding Xie's palm.
The awl shot out.
In an instant, it penetrated the head of the giant blood demon.
Cracks appeared in the huge body, and the surrounding blood pool suddenly collapsed and fell.
The remains of the Blood Demon were completely revealed, clarity appeared in his eyes, and he shouted excitedly: "Wanfa Sect?"
"Wanfa Sect!"
Tu Shanjun inside the banner was already paying attention to the battle situation. Seeing the defeat of the Blood Demon, he immediately sent a message into the secret passage: "Accept him into the banner?"
Ding Xie shook his head: "Forget it, senior brother still has some immortality in his true spirit. It would be better for him to be reincarnated than to enter the soul flag."
He could see clearly that there was no way he could be rescued if he entered the soul flag. If he incorporated his senior brother's Yin Shen into it, it would at most enhance the strength of the soul flag.
But he doesn't want to do this.
Maybe one day he will have an accident while on a mission.
He wanted those who came after him to help him regain his body, rather than refine a magic weapon.
And if he really turns his senior brother into a devil, how will he explain to the elders of the sect when he returns to the sect?
Seeing the death of my senior brother will inevitably make me emotional.
He thought that one day he would deal with his former sect disciples.
But after actually doing this, the feeling is really hard to describe.
Fortunately, Ding Xie was free and easy by nature and did not continue to struggle.
Tu Shanjun did not ask Ding Xie again, nor did he force all the powerful Yin gods to be included in his pocket.
If possible, he hopes more than Ding Xie to release the ghosts of Wen Yue and others in the soul flag and let them reincarnate.
Instead of facing the unknown future with yourself.
The road ahead is long, and Tu Shanjun has no confidence at all. He doesn't know whether every step will lead to life or death.
Sometimes even Tushanjun feels that he can just die and die happily.
But he cannot die.
From this point of view, Hou Boxu was right not to enter the flag.
The soul can be reincarnated, but entering the soul flag is a limitation.
The soul flag is like a cage, trapping all the people who are intertwined with him on the Internet.
The blood demon Yin Shen disappeared, and a coffin emerged from the bottom of the blood pool.
Ding Xie opened the coffin in front of him.
The corpse looked handsome, and was preserved by the blood pool to make it lifelike.
He was wearing the robe of a law enforcement disciple of the Wanfa Sect, with a token hanging on his waist and a holding charm affixed to the token.
Ding Xie used his magic power to awaken the token, and several lines of small words suddenly appeared.
After verifying the identity, close the coffin lid and put it into the storage talisman.
"Senior Brother Hu, thank you for your hard work."
"Junior brother, take you back to the sect."
Seeing Ding Xie doing everything solemnly and ceremoniously, Tu Shanjun didn't have much reaction, he just felt it was cumbersome.
Tushanjun just looked on coldly.
He is too lazy to care about things that have nothing to do with him.
Even saying two more sentences feels like a waste of my time.
Emotionally, it is difficult for human beings to share joys and sorrows.
If it were Wen Yue and Tu Shanjun who defeated the Blood Demon now, they would not care about the identity of the Blood Demon.
No matter if he is a disciple of the sect or not, or even has some kind of background, he should first collect the soul flags to improve his strength.
It's different when you get to Ding Xie.
He will conscientiously restrain the corpse and will not let the evil spirit enter the banner.
I will also feel sad because of what happened to my former senior brother.
Tu Shanjun looked at everything in front of him with a calm expression. In the final analysis, it had nothing to do with me.
I only care about things that concern me, think about them seriously, and feel happy, angry, sad, and happy about them.
For things that have nothing to do with me, I can at most sigh: "The world is so difficult."
Or if you spit twice, step on it twice, turn around and forget about it, you may never think about it again in the rest of your life.
Who in this world is really completely easy?
'But what does that have to do with me?'
The suffering of others is not caused by him.
Is it easy for him?
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. As soon as he traveled through time, he was trained by the devil to become the main soul of a magical weapon.
To whom should I tell my sorrow?
Enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens to survive under the hands of demonic cultivators, for Tushanjun, every day in the hands of his enemies is a painful torment.
It was an unspeakable hatred.
After finally killing the demon cultivator, I thought the future was bright.
Who would have thought that good brothers who had known each other for two years and fought side by side would die in battle.
The only disciple who respected his master and respected him from the bottom of his heart died when he broke through the foundation.
he!
Systematic traverser.
Foundation building strength.
The great monk who is considered to be the most powerful warrior in Xiaolingzhou cannot even block a snowflake from his apprentice.
"Haha...hahaha."
Tushanjun couldn't help but laugh, and he cried while laughing.
"Fucking ridiculous!"
…
Ding Xie gathered up the body of his sect brother and suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something left in the blood pool.
The Wan Dharma Seal was taken out, and a broken illusory Yin God was fished out from it.
"This is this?" Ding Xie looked surprised. He didn't expect that there was a Yin Shen sleeping in it, and it looked like it had been in recent years.
Yin Shen's whole body was shrouded in light red light, and had not yet been eroded by the blood pool.
"Brother, do you know who this is?" Ding Xie couldn't find anyone else, so he could only ask Tu Shanjun for help.
The soul flag just wrote a few words: "The Yin Shen of the head of the Five Spirit Sect."
Tu Shanjun originally thought that Lu Guang blew up the spiritual object and the Yin Shen that day, but he didn't expect that the spiritual object exploded and the remaining things turned out to be quite magical, helping Lu Guang protect the injured Yin Shen.
After so many years, Yin Shen has not been corroded by the blood pool.
"Five Spirits Sect."
Ding Xie didn't care about Tu Shanjun's attitude. He would feel sad if a good friend died, so he couldn't force others to speak kindly.
"Just in time, let's go to the Five Spirits Sect."
Since he is the Yin Shen of the leader of the Five Spirits Sect, it is better to return it to him when he goes to the Five Spirits Sect than to be trapped in a blood pool all the time.
Before leaving, Ding Xie unfolded his soul flag.
Zhang Xu's soul flag appeared above the blood pool and waved, and huge blood evil energy suddenly poured into the soul flag.
The blood pool dries up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, the entire blood pool completely bottomed out, leaving only a large area of blood-colored dry powder.
The aura of the soul flag has increased, but there is no advanced magic weapon.
The blood evil spirit in the blood pool is not enough.
Tu Shanjun already knew about this.
That day in Nanyue Mountain, he had already absorbed most of the blood evil energy from the blood pool, and only then was he able to upgrade the soul flag to a top-grade magic weapon.
How could it be possible to be promoted to a magic weapon so easily?
Only monks in the later stages of Foundation Establishment can afford the best magic weapons. Not even one of the ten Foundation Establishment monks has a magic weapon.
At this level of magic weapon, only Jindan monks can afford it.
Feeling the strengthening of the soul flag's aura, Ding Xie's eyes widened.
Although the soul flag evil ghost said that he could advance, it was not as shocking as seeing it with his own eyes. Maybe it won't be long before he can possess a magic weapon.
Ding Xie slapped his forehead. The relationship was so tense that he didn't even know the name of the main soul.
There was nothing he could do about it. At that time, he didn't know that the soul flag was such a treasure.
Moreover, the main soul of ordinary soul flags is not very intelligent. Unlike this soul flag, the main soul is no different from ordinary people.
There was a flying sword under the blood pool, and Ding Xie picked it up easily.
Tu Shanjun asked: "What do you plan to do with the magic weapon?"
I don't know how other people's talismans are used to hold objects, but Wen Yue's talismans contain many magical objects, and they are not as poor as Ding Xie said.
Not to mention other low-level magic weapons, just one top-grade magic weapon, the Blood Spirit Strain, is worth as much as a foundation-building monk.
"To tell you the truth, brother, I did take everything, but even if I don't take it, their family won't be able to save it."
"Wen Yue's wife has just entered Taoism, and his child has good spiritual abilities and has not yet entered Taoism."
"How can we keep these magic weapons if we don't even have a stronger monk?"
"I'm going to the Wuling Sect to send the Yin Shen back to the master. It's such a great favor. I can also protect Wen Yue's child. Plus I have the support of the Wanfa Sect, so there will definitely be no problem."
"When the time comes, I'll find another opportunity to give them the talisman."
"Brother, don't worry."
After hearing Ding Xie's words, Tu Shanjun didn't say much. He also thought about it at the time, so he didn't bring it up on the spot.
There are too many treasures, and it is indeed easy for people to miss you.
And what should be prepared has already been prepared.
Wen Yue kept a large part of the spirit stones, the Yin Soul Pill, and the most important Foundation Building Pill.
These resources are all in Song Ran's hands. As long as they use them sparingly, when Wen Peng reaches the Great Perfection of Qi Training, he can use the Foundation Establishment Pill to help him build his foundation.
If the magic weapon is not left behind, then it is not left behind.
With the strength in the foundation building stage and the three spiritual roots, you can always obtain powerful magic weapons with your own strength.
Tu Shanjun despises these magical weapons in his hands.
The Blood Spirit Pearl is just passable, but that's about it in fact.
I don't even care about the others, it doesn't matter whether I keep them or not.
After this incident, Tu Shanjun's impression of Ding Xie changed somewhat.
The conflicts between them are conflicts, and the grudges are grudges.
Regardless of whether the other person is trying to please him or whatever, at least this person is not bad in nature.
Although he doesn’t want to say anything more, Tu Shanjun is not a stingy person. He is actually more clear-cut about grudges than others: “I owe you a favor.”
"I'm seeing you outside, brother."
"We didn't know each other before fighting, but now we are connected by fate, and we all have vows. I think we are both open-minded people."
"We're not doing anything fake."
"Let me get to know you again, my name is Ding Xie, a disciple of Wanfa Sect."
"Tushanjun."
"Okay, Brother Tu..."
"Tushan."
"Brother Tushan, brother Tushan."
Even so, Tu Shanjun didn't talk much with Ding Xie.
On the contrary, Ding Xie kept chattering, running away without stopping at all.
I really don’t know whether he relied on his magic power or his mouth to escape.
He took out a blank map and injected mana into it, with light spots flashing on it: "How do you people in Xiaolingzhou get their names? Why do they all have the word "spiritual" in them? Do you think that bringing spirits will bring you magic?"
This chapter has been completed!