A blood-red crescent moon hung in the air, and the bright red viscous seemed to drip down. The faint red moonlight shone in the silent desert, covering the entire desert with red veil, making people feel a terrifying and strange feeling. A stream of strange wind swirled and flew over, blowing the thick cold air mixed with the strong bloody smell into the distance.

The sand soaked with blood under his feet became a little bit shackled by the air conditioner, and turned dark under the moonlight. The fragmented corpse exuded a pale white color, which was very strange under the faint red moonlight. Every time he saw the expression of fear and reluctance on his broken head, Tang Feng couldn't help feeling nauseous, nausea, and almost vomited.

Opening the sky eyes, Tang Feng could see that the bodies of these dead were emitting a faint light, and drops of vitality radiated out of their bodies, slowly drifting toward all directions, and finally dissipated in the air. Beside the bodies of some dead people, a vague shadow kept spinning with a dementia look.

These are the vital energy deposited in the body of the practitioner. As life ends, these vital energy will also dissipate from the body. Those vague shadows are the souls of the dead. Since practitioners also temper the souls during the practice, after these practitioners die, some people's souls do not dissipate immediately. However, due to the limited practice in practice and the limited tempering of the souls, these souls have no real spiritual consciousness and have not become yin spirits. They just wander around the body instinctively, and these souls are gradually fading, one after another disappearing in the air.

This is the price of failure in practice. Lie quietly in the desert waiting for the sand to bury the corpse, rot, and finally turn into piles of bones. The bones then turn into dust under the blowing of wind and sand, completely erasing the last mark from this world.

They shouldn't have died like this, the only reason for death is: they want to practice, want to break out of the greatest rules of heaven, life and death, and pay the price of death for life.

Every practitioner expects that he is truly lucky, but can luck really come to him?

While walking and watching, Tang Feng's head was rotating violently. Only in this stimulation could he think about everything and enter a new realm.

Suddenly, he felt the faint flow of vital energy in the air. Tang Feng's heart gave a warning. He hurriedly hid behind a pile of sand with his eyes looking in the direction of vital energy flow.

All the practitioners emit brighter light from their bodies, and the spiritual energy in their bodies turned into white silk threads, gathering towards a place in the air.

As the last trace of spiritual energy was pulled out of the body, the corpse lying on the ground became even darker, and the wounds on the body quickly rotted, and a strong corpse stinking appeared in the air.

The souls that were spinning in place couldn't help but gathered towards the air, probably instinctively feeling fear. Some souls were silently shouting and struggling, but in the end they were still pulled into the air.

A long black banner appeared in the air, and runes were drawn on the floating banner. These runes emitted a black light, like the energy floating by the devourer like a black hole, like the black banner with endless tearing force. Although some souls kept struggling, they were still pulled into the endless black.

As bundles of vitality and souls disappeared into the black banner, the black banner emitted a brighter black light. The black light slowly gathered together and kept rolling. A mouthful of blood sprayed into the black light from the ground. The black light revealed a trace of red, and suddenly became energetic and condensed into a blurred figure in the air.

The black shadow was constantly devouring the vitality and soul, becoming clearer and clearer in the continuous devouring. A hideous face with a cruel smile, waving its long claws, stuffing the struggling soul in the air into his mouth, opening his mouth with a big mouth, and bundles of vitality flew towards him.

Below the black banner, a man wrapped in a black robe sat upright on the ground, constantly chanting spells in his mouth. Every time, a mouthful of blood was spewed out and shot directly at the banner in the air.

Every mouthful of blood sprayed on the black banner, and the black banner emitted a red light, and the eyes of the black shadows in the air appeared red lights, which became even more manic.

"Hey, how sinister is there in this black banner?" A surprised voice came from beside him. You Ji's figure appeared beside Tang Feng, looking at the black banner curiously.

Gradually, Youji's curious expression turned into surprise, and finally she was furious. She gritted her teeth and looked at the black robe sitting on the ground and said, "This guy really deserves to be cut into pieces. He actually uses our ghost spirits as slavery. And he uses the magic tricks of the Demon Sect to deify. Who can tolerate it? I will definitely let this guy survive or die."

You Ji used the "Dream Like a Dream" body technique, and her figure kept moving back and forth in the space red. Countless figures appeared in the air, each of which was holding a knife with a cold light and chopped towards the black robe.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the black robe grabbed the long banner in the air, waved his hand and shook it, and a strong black air ejected from the long banner, surrounding his body firmly.

He slashed around the black robe with one knife, but each knife seemed to be in the sticky water, and in the end he could not touch the black robe's body.

"How is this guy's magic weapon? This guy's magic weapon has been protected by the consciousness of protecting the master. It seems that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner has been sacrificed to the point of perfection, and has been attacked and defended." Thinking of this, You Ji attacked and looked at the black robe coldly and said, "You demon cultivator dares to use the Yin spirit to cultivate the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. I advise you to release these Yin spirits as soon as possible, otherwise I will make you worse than death."

"Haha, I didn't expect that I had just practiced the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and someone came to the door to try it out for me. I just happened to sit on the main soul of my Ten Thousand Soul Banner." The black robe let out a loud laugh, and the banner in her hand waved, and the mist lingering around her body divided into several strands and gathered together.

The fog condensed together, and a figure slowly appeared.

The figure became clearer and clearer. Several men and women dressed as practitioners also held long swords with dark light in their hands, and their eyes were filled with red light, and rushed towards Youji.

Youji's figure kept changing in the air, and the attacks of several people were completely lost, but the knife in Youji's hand continued to slash on a middle-aged male practitioner, and finally cut the warrior's head to the ground with a shout.

The warrior fell to the ground dejectedly, and cracks appeared on his body. Finally, with a slight "bang", his whole body turned into a black cloud.

A red light flashed in the clouds and mist. In Youji's surprised gaze, the clouds condensed together again, and the middle-aged man appeared in front of him again.

"Haha, don't underestimate the main souls of my Ten Thousand Soul Banner. If you kill them once, you can only damage one living soul, and they can be reborn. There are tens of thousands of living souls in my Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Unless you kill them tens of thousands of times, I wonder if you can hold on until that time?"

"Haha, it looks like you are not bad. You have become my banner soul. I love you very well in the future, hahaha..." The hideous and crazy laughter stopped, and a look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face. He screamed. The black robe turned around and looked behind him, and found a young man with a faint smile looking at him with a harmless face. The young man was holding a small dagger in his hand and inserted it into his vest.

"This...how...is...probable? How could I not sense you are behind me? How could I, a practitioner who is about to enter the realm of deification, be killed by a low-level practitioner like you? How could this be..."

The dagger in his hand stirred a few times in the heart, and a huge hole immediately appeared in the chest of the black robe. His body quickly shriveled and dried up in a twitch, turning into a piece of powder and disappearing into the air.

"What's impossible about this? Can a Taoist weapon kill you, a Tongxuan practitioner?" Tang Feng curled his lips and inserted the dagger back into the sheath.

This is the benefit of Tang Feng's cultivation into the true body without leakage. For ordinary practitioners, they use the Yuanshen Old to perceive everything around them, but the Tang Feng's true body without leakage is completely ineffective, just like opening his eyes and blindness.
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