Ding Xie had envisioned his reunion with Zhang Ran.
Maybe the other person is dead, or is so controlled that he can't help himself.
I heard that Junior Brother Zhang is an orphan, has no family ties, and will not be threatened by others.
In his mind, Zhang Ran was more inclined to want to break through his own shackles and improve his realm.
In the world of spiritual practice, these are the only things that need to be concerned about.
When I saw him today, half of Junior Brother Zhang's body had turned into white cuticles.
The two sides faced each other across the circle.
Ripples ripple into a canopy.
One is inside.
One is outside.
Within the Eagle Vision Formation, all the fellow disciples in the room were like quails, huddled in a corner and shivering.
The black and white monk's robe worn by Li Shengli, who had a quarrel with him, was stained with mud, and blood stains formed clusters on his chest.
Pingtian's crown had already slipped off, and he stood up in embarrassment with disheveled hair.
The look of disbelief only flashed, and was suppressed by Ding Xie. Then came the anger hidden in his heart. He pointed his sword at Zhang Ran in the formation, and his tone became more stern: "Junior Brother Zhang, why?"
Within the ripples, Zhang Ran sighed, and the eye that could only see clearly moved from the hole behind Ding Xie: "Brother, why did you come here."
Originally, Ding Xie had stayed out of the matter.
Now I happened to bump into this place and got involved again.
It would have been nice if Ding Xie had agreed to the invitation at that time.
"Junior brother, we are brothers in the same discipline."
"If we are on the battlefield, we can give each other our backs."
"When we joined the sect, we said that we would protect each other from flying swords. As long as the other party is a disciple of Wanfa Sect and wears a black and white robe."
Ding Xie's eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't understand why his junior brother wanted to devote himself to other things.
He clenched the flying sword in his hand: "Junior brother, what exactly do you think of senior brother?"
The sense of belonging given to them by the sect is unparalleled.
Learning, growing, and practicing Taoism are all within the sect and are protected by the sect.
For Ding Xie, the sect has a greater sense of belonging than the family.
There are not so many people in the same sect who have killed people. The Wanfa Sect is a rotation system from top to bottom. Even if there are families entrenched, as a neutral force that abides by practitioners and secular order, they will not allow members of the same sect to kill each other.
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Zhang Ran was silent and looked at Ding Xie quietly.
Finally he grinned: "Brother, you are too naive."
His tone gradually increased, and finally became irritable: "You traveled thousands of miles to climb on the spirit boat and step into the Wanfa Sect. Have you really got rid of your own family?"
"You didn't!"
"If you can't even do it, how can I do it?"
"I was born into the Rakshasa Void tribe, and my mission is to save my compatriots."
"They are buried deep in the ground and are crying. Do you hear them?"
Almost like a roar, Zhang Ran's face had an imperceptible ferocity, and his white blood vessels were twisting and surging.
He was disappointed.
I originally thought that Senior Brother Ding understood him.
They should be the same type of people, both burdened by their families, but in fact they are not.
Ding Xie couldn't understand him, couldn't understand what he was carrying, let alone the endless screams filling his ears.
He turned around and walked into the main hall and walked in front of Lianhua.
Stretching out a human arm, with just a slight tug, the lotus flower was uprooted.
Zhang Ran stared at the stone statue in front of him.
"Boom!"
The huge faceless stone statue trembled as the lotus was uprooted.
The tiny cracks quickly expanded, and then several huge gaps formed from head to toe.
The stone statue shook its body to reveal the white humanoid creature inside.
It's just that this creature has no head, and there is a white eyeball on its head.
The eyeballs slowly opened, and the black light spread, forming a crack. The crack was not big, only as long as an arm.
"Puff"
A pale palm grabbed out of the crack and held it on the edge of the crack, followed by another pale palm, crossing over and grabbing the other side.
His pale palms grasped the edges tightly and spread them to both sides.
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"Brother Lu?"
Mo Shisan, who was fighting the Skeleton Golden Pill above the hollow, glanced over with a surprised look on his face. He did not expect that Ding Xie would chase after him, and judging from his appearance, the other party was actually a disciple of Wanfa Sect. No wonder he would remind him of the sect.
Someone notified Jindan Zhenren of Dongyuan City.
"How dare you be distracted while fighting with me?" Anger flashed across Skeleton Golden Core's gloomy face, and the disdain in it made him even more angry. However, this is also an out-and-out good opportunity for the monks.
You have already been dragged into this situation to fight, don't worry about the golden elixir to build the foundation, the most important thing is to be able to save your life, otherwise your head will just hang like a moose or antelope in the hunter's home and become a show off for others.
of capital.
A dignified golden elixir monk was actually beheaded by a foundation-building monster, which would make people laugh if he told the story.
His reputation as Master Shiyin for so many years should have become a joke.
"Yin evil curse seal."
The nails are long and stretch across the palm of the hand, and the thumb and middle finger overlap to form a tower.
The light of the seal formed instantly, and the spell was activated accordingly.
Thousands of black snakes grew instantly from the curse seal, and divided again in the air.
Suddenly, it seemed as if it was completely covered in black shadow.
"Young Master!"
Just like Mo Long's phantom brain, Ji Zheng was using his spiritual consciousness to pull Mo Shisan back from his thoughts the moment he was distracted.
Mo Shisan's pupils retracted from the corners of his eyes.
With a loud sound, he displayed the posture of the ink dragon and threw out the fourth-level spiritual talisman in the talisman.
Talismans consume very little mana.
The energy and energy have already been injected into it when it was drawn. The full mana only needs a fuse to detonate the magic talisman and unfold the magic spell contained in it.
This is also the power of the talisman.
If you have enough talismans, you can even use the talismans to fight head-on in mid-range fights.
The Kui Guang Sixth Type Shield Talisman is good at defense. It is also a golden elixir level talisman. It consumes a lot of mana and is equally powerful.
The spiritual talisman unfolded, and the phantom of Kui Niu appeared under the structure of light spots. The thick shield protected the Mo Palace Demon Cultivator.
"Boom."
The running black snake shadow hit the shield talisman, and finally turned into a black python, shrinking its body and trying to squeeze the demon cultivator in the death light shield, but the Kui Niu shield talisman was like a rock and did not waver at all.
The giant black python opened its mouth and tried to swallow it, but in the end it could only transform into thousands of small black snakes.
The light shield finally blocked thousands of evil snake-shaped curse seals.
The demon cultivator in Mo Palace had a false alarm.
Fortunately, the young master is very wealthy, so even if he really gets distracted, he can use his wealth to make up for it.
Things are changing rapidly on the battlefield, and a slight mistake can cost your life. You can't look down on others just because you have a strong foundation.
What's more, they are facing Jindan monks.
Even if the opponent is seriously injured, there are not many resources left.
Don't be careless at this time.
It should be noted that the trapped beast is still fighting, and the golden elixir at this time is more dangerous.
Once the other party loses hope of survival and wants to explode the golden elixir, everyone here will not survive.
"How long will it take?" Master Shiyin's voice was filled with impatience.
"Two quarters of an hour."
Zhang Ran just said lightly.
He is waiting for the seal to break.
The Wanfa Sect monks in the formation huddled together in fear, and they all shouted to Ding Xie to crush the token.
At this time, Master Jin Dan must take action.
Ding Xie shifted his attention from above and took out the sect token.
He was still thinking about his junior brother's words in his mind.
Have you gotten rid of the family?
He felt free from it before.
Only later did I realize that I would go back, just as involuntarily.
It is no longer the time to investigate right and wrong, we still need to inform the sect as soon as possible.
Thinking of Tu Shanjun saying that something might have happened in Dongyuan City, Ding Xie's already heavy heart sank again.
Dongyuan City is the closest to Rakshasa Yuan. If Jindan Zhenren is unable to come to support, the situation at hand will be troublesome.
To break the current deadlock, more powerful force is needed.
"Is it possible for the Zunhun Banner to transform into a magic weapon?"
Ding Xie had doubts in his heart.
He has never seen a magic weapon that can be improved with such simple conditions.
Not to mention the promotion of a magic weapon to a magic weapon, which is simply unheard of.
There are too many things to worry about. Expecting the Soul Flag to become a magic weapon can even be treated as if it doesn't happen.
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"Gudu."
"Gurgling."
Bubbles bubbled above the blood pool.
The surrounding evil spirits formed a vortex, and the rotation and condensation were visible to the naked eye.
The soul flag sinking in the depths of the blood pool draws out huge evil energy, and the draw of Ding Xie's mana has also increased a lot.
The banners of the Zunhun Banner have been stretched to dozens of feet and are laid out in the blood pool.
Unlike ordinary cloth soaked in water, the blood pool is like a reflection in the air. The flags and cloth are not tied together but fully stretched out, just like in the sky, floating in the strong wind and making a hunting sound.
The banners are rolling, and the picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night is embroidered on it. In the picture, the evil ghosts seem to be running on long black flags.
Against the background of the blood pool, the soul flag and all the ghosts seemed to be alive.
Crowded and pushed, the green face was twisted, the fangs flashed, and the red eyes rolled.
Threads with other colors are squeezed out from the entire banner surface, and the threads are re-woven into a black banner surface.
The pure scarlet color is gathered into silk threads to seal the edge.
As the banner lengthens, more and more ghosts appear on the soul banner. Different silk threads are drawn into different ghosts, and they are sewn with needles and threads, rather than painted on.
The main rod of the soul flag was tightened, and finally a trace of rough impurities was squeezed out, leaving only the purest dark color.
Tushanjun inside the banner is using evil spirits.
Opening your eyes and looking around, the evil ghosts sewn out all look like the evil ghosts inside the banner, just like the hundreds of ghosts that once walked at night, crowding the banner.
The aura of the Zunhun Banner rose rapidly, forming a faint ripple.
The transformation will not be so fast, at least all the evil spirits must be absorbed.
Moreover, Tu Shanjun only roughly estimated the evil spirit of the promotion magic weapon. It is still unknown whether the blood pool contains so much evil energy.
If you can't be promoted to a magic weapon, you have to find another way.
The evil energy around the blood pool continued to pour in, and the originally vast blood pool began to decline.
The blood rocks that were originally hidden in the pool also floated up.