Tu Shanjun melted the old man's body into evil spirit, and then threw the soul flag in his hand. The boundless evil energy turned into evil spirit, and it was impossible to completely absorb it for a while, so he simply allowed the soul flag to be used.
The sky above the entire Blood Evil Sect was completely covered with thick evil energy.
Under the refining of the Killing Formation of the Ghost King of the Ten Directions, countless souls were captured, and the Yin gods were captured into the illusory little banners. When the Yin gods put into the soul banners condensed into physical bodies, they also became the strength supplement of Tushanjun.
Enter the killing array.
The red-haired monk at the top of the sky waved his hand to remove the evil spirit in front of him. What he met was an old man with a withered figure walking towards him. The old man was holding a small ax in his hand that was as white as bark and palm.
He raised his ax and faced Tu Shanjun, staring blankly at his great-uncle being chopped off by the top monk. Not even Yin Shen and Yuanying could escape or not.
He was no longer shocked, but at a loss.
Completely stunned in place.
"Why! Why do you have to destroy my Blood Evil Sect? Why are you so strong? Why..." Master Xuansha roared sadly, hissing for a long time, and his bloodshot eyeballs seemed to burst out from their sockets.
"I ask myself that I have never offended any senior."
"Why are you full of murderous intent?" Master Xuan Sha roared heart-breakingly, as if he just wanted to know an answer and had no intention of escaping.
He knew that he couldn't escape at all.
Even the possessed master-uncle was no match for this person, so how could he escape.
No matter how little attention he paid to his disciples, this sect was the one who gave birth to and raised him after all. It was all his hard work and dedication that had been supported by him. To be destroyed so easily by someone, even at the peak of his Golden Core, he was almost going crazy.
"You ask why?"
Tu Shanjun suddenly laughed, and then continued: "You ask why, I still want to ask why."
"Why would the devil go to a remote village, trick all the women, children, young and old in that village into a killing array, and turn them all into nourishment for a magical weapon?"
"Why does the devil want to torture a person who has just come back from the dead? He obviously cherishes the opportunity given to him by heaven."
"Why do you have to peel off his skin and cramps, break his bones, cut out his tongue, and hollow out his flesh and blood?"
"You ask me why, but I want to ask you why he did this." Tu Shanjun no longer concealed the fangs in his mouth and the ferocious look on his face.
A pair of scarlet eyes stared at Master Xuansha.
Xuan Sha was frightened by the breath of shock and took two steps back. He shook his head and struggled to shout: "What does this have to do with us? It has nothing to do with me or our Blood Evil Sect. I have no idea what you are talking about."
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"That demon cultivator is called Zhao Shixian, and he is a disciple of your Blood Evil Sect."
"The magic weapon he refined is called the 'Soul Flag', and it is the mainstay magic weapon of your Blood Evil Sect."
Master Xuansha's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip. He did not analyze anything from them for a while. He only felt a terrible idea forming in his mind.
However, he was still struggling hard at this time: "But what you did is different from that person. You are also a demon, and you also use the killing array to surround us, and you also want to turn us into food and nourishment for the spiritual treasure in your hand.
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"You can kill people with just a nod of your head, how can your methods be so cruel!"
"cruel?"
"Hahaha."
Tushanjun laughed loudly.
Demon sects, demon leaders, demon cultivators, and a ghost like him are cruel.
His expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "Do you think I'm a saint? I'm a fucking evil ghost, a fierce ghost crawling back from hell to take your lives!"
"No one from the Blood Evil Sect will be left alive," Tu Shanjun said coldly.
When he spoke, his fangs had been folded and hidden, and all the green and ferocious look on his face had been restrained.
Master Xuan Sha, who fell beside him, pointed at Tu Shanjun, his face full of disbelief.
Reminiscent of what happened last time after Junior Brother Xueyuan got the Zunhun Banner, he suddenly screamed: "You, you, you..., you are not a human being."
Then, he told something that even he himself found unbelievable.
"You are the main soul of this spiritual treasure!"
Tu Shanjun was noncommittal and not surprised at all.
If Master Xuansha hasn't figured it out after he said so much, then Xuansha's cultivation at the peak of the golden elixir has been cultivated to the point of a dog's belly.
In fact, Master Xuansha had some speculations at first, but after Tu Shanjun was defeated by one against a hundred, his suspicions were dispelled, and he began to think that Junior Brother Xueyuan's transformation into demon might indeed be forced by the hidden Nascent Soul Yin God.
However, when he appeared here with nothing, even though he did not know the reason from the top-cornered demon cultivator, he analyzed it himself and found out that he was not even a monk who destroyed their Blood Evil Sect.
Not stupid, but that’s all.”
Tu Shanjun said softly, covering Master Xuansha with his palms: "You are no longer a fool." Master Xuansha had already given up all hope, but he did not expect that in another village, the so-called Yuanying great monk was actually the main soul of Lingbao.
If such news spreads, the entire Xiaohuang Realm will regard the Soul Flag as an artifact and pursue it. When he was about to take action, he discovered that countless black threads had penetrated his body, and he could not even use his magic power.
Lifting the killing ax and lightly striking Tushanjun's body-protecting sword, Master Xuansha suddenly showed a weird smile: "Demon Lord, I am dead, but it's a pity that you have to hide here and there in this life, and you are so panic-stricken.
The lost dog.”
The corner of Tushanjun's mouth curled up: "I will take the entire Blood Evil Sect and hide in Tibet."
Master Xuansha's expression changed drastically, and he was about to curse, when he suddenly realized that he could not make a sound at all. It turned out that the black silk thread had passed through his neck, and his head had long been separated from his body.
But in a blink of an eye, the flesh and blood turned into evil energy and was absorbed by the Soul Flag, and the Yin God was also dragged into the Soul Flag by the black thread.
When Master Xuansha walked out of the Zunhun Banner again, he stood beside Tushanjun with an expressionless face. Tushanjun pointed to the thirty-two peaks and twenty-one floating islands in the distance and said, "Go ahead and keep it."
They are useless."
Master Xuan Sha's hand-held killing ax turned into black light, piercing through a floating floating island like a meteor. Under the powerful attack, the floating island fell from the sky with a bang.
Such a scene is not an exaggeration to call it the end of the world.
Broken mountain peaks crushed the city, and falling floating islands crushed the long palaces. Under the ruins, there were no living creatures living there, only large swaths of ghosts and ghosts carrying black mist wandering around.
The evil spirits are silent.
Bringing silence and death.
Tu Shanjun watched everything, turned his magic skills and said softly: "Xuesha Sect, get rid of them!"
Under the entanglement of countless evil spirits, the Soul Flag undergoes transformation. Countless scarlet blood-vessel-like threads emerge from the black gold main pole, and two fairy catkins hanging from the side of the flag surround the Soul Flag.
Along with the illusory little flags pouring into the main soul flag, the soul flag has been upgraded from a low-grade spiritual treasure to a mid-grade spiritual treasure.
Even Tushanjun's strength has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Terrifying pressure and divine consciousness blossomed.
Tu Shanjun recalled the soul flag and felt the power surging through his body.
His face was filled with the joy of getting revenge, and he didn't seem to care about the addition of his own cultivation. What made him even more delighted was that Taiyi Zhenjun's magic power was very deep, and it was more than enough to support his body in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
But it was said that Zhenjun Taiyi looked a little more frightened.
How could he have another 10% of his mana that was not rich enough to be used away? Even with his wealth, he couldn't spend his mana like this, especially when he had to support his old friend against Yang Zongchen of Tianyang Shenzong.
Not to mention the many spiritual treasures on his body.
These are no small expenses.
Tushanjun doesn't know how to save his magic power.
It's also because Tu Shanjun hasn't used his full strength for many years, so it's inevitable that he's a little more diligent in allocating his mana.
Furthermore, as one's cultivation level increases, more mana is required. It is rare to have such a refreshing moment, not to mention that Tushanjun is not clear about it, even if he knows it clearly, he still pretends to be confused.
However, such an incident allowed Yang Zongchen to seize the opportunity. When Taiyi Zhenjun's magic power was not connecting smoothly, he got close to him. The protective ring pressed against his palm and turned into a steel knife, which hit Zhenjun Taiyi's body.
The door will be split in front of you.
But in the middle of the journey, his expression froze, and he jumped back suddenly, widening the distance between Taiyi Zhenjun.
He stared at Zhenjun Taiyi with a solemn expression.
When Taiyi Zhenjun was confused, he suddenly heard a voice beside him: "I thought I could use this moment to catch you off guard, but I reacted very quickly."
The speaker's expression was indifferent, and his scarlet hair was spread wildly.
"You..." Yang Zongchen looked at the person and opened his mouth in surprise.
The aura of the man in front of him was clearly the same as his, and even if there was a slight difference, it was not very big. Looking at the man's face, it was the great master of alchemy who was standing next to Master Yuyan when the Fire Phoenix Ship arrived that day.
A breakthrough before the battle, or something else? Yang Zongchen didn't know, he just felt that something was really evil. How could such an ordinary little place as Xiaohuangyu still have Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?
There are ruthless characters with many spiritual treasures and powerful puppets, as well as a great master who can refine the dragon-marked infant transformation pill. What's even more coincidental is that these are all encountered by Master Yue Yan, and they have some interactions.
Even Yang Zongchen couldn't help but wonder: "Does Zi Daoxu really have such great luck?" He shook his head and muttered: "No, no, even if he really has such great luck, there is no way to rely on waste.
The elixir forms the Nascent Soul."
"Without Nascent Soul's cultivation and blessed lifespan, no matter how genius you are, you will become a handful of loess."
Tu Shanjun laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
"Do you really think I will give Senior Yueyan a waste elixir?"
Yang Zongchen's eyes were focused on Tu Shanjun.
Tu Shanjun said calmly: "Two materials were used to refine a total of two elixirs, one good and one useless elixir. Since you have appeared here, I think Senior Yueyan has borrowed the good elixir to form the Nascent Soul."
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Yang Zongchen's eyes widened suddenly, remembering that day in Yangcheng, and shouted: "You are cheating! It's impossible, you lied to me."
"There is a big problem with the Dragon Tiger Qi, so I will abandon it and continue to refine the elixir."
"It's ridiculous that you came to kill me. I'm afraid you'll miss the birth of a baby by Senior Yueyan."