Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 889 You'll Die If You Don't Say Sarcasm?
"If you don't believe me, you can ask the two senior brothers to try again." Lu Qingli said.

"Junior Brother Mingxuan, it seems that there is really no more." Qin Zhiyuan gathered his spiritual sense and came to a conclusion after a little investigation.

If there were still evil spirit crystals in the barrier, he should have sensed a little aura, but it was difficult to determine the direction, but at this time he couldn't feel any aura at all.

"Lu Qingli, you, you are ruthless!" Yi Mingxuan pointed at Lu Qingli, his teeth almost gnawed.

You say it's fine if you eat meat, but you should save some soup for others anyway, she is fine, let alone the soup, even the soup bowl is licked clean, is there anything more excessive than this in the world?
"You can't blame me. You have to agree to my conditions earlier. Don't dare to say if there are too many. There are always hundreds of evil spirit crystals. If you insist on procrastinating until today, what can I do?" Lu Qingli shook Shaking his head, he said regretfully.

It's heartbreaking, it's really heartbreaking, you'll die if you don't make sarcastic remarks?

Yi Mingxuan was stabbed in the sore spot by Lu Qingli again, his heart was dripping with blood.

"Forget it, as long as you find that treasure of heaven, material and earth, it doesn't matter if you don't have the evil spirit's crystal." Qin Zhiyuan and Xie Xin'an were actually equally disappointed, but things had come to this point, and it was too late to say anything.Fearing that Yi Mingxuan lost his temper and fell out with Lu Qingli and lost hundreds of Xiaoyao Pills in vain, the two persuaded them softly.

Fortunately, after being hit hard by Lu Qingli just now, Mr. Yi's psychological endurance is much stronger than before. He gave Lu Qingli a hard look, and took out an ancient bell from the treasure bag.

"Yin Yang Soul Calling Bell!" Several elders of the Xianmen exclaimed in unison.

"That's right, this is the ancestral treasure of my Xiaoyao Immortal Palace, the Yin-Yang Soul-calling Bell." Seeing that they recognized the Yin-Yang Soul-calling Bell at a glance, Yi Mingxuan's tortured heart finally found some comfort, and said proudly.

Then, without waiting for everyone to ask questions, he continued: "The treasure of heaven, material and earth is hidden very deeply, but it must be guarded by a powerful evil spirit. I will use the yin and yang bell to find this evil spirit later. It’s about getting rid of it, but as for who owns the treasures of heaven, material and earth, we’ll see who moves faster, don’t you have any objections?”

According to his original plan, these immortals should not have known the truth, but in the name of finding the evil spirit crystal, let them taste some sweetness first, and then use the yin and yang soul calling bell to find the guardian evil spirit and deceive them. They work for themselves.

However, after being exposed by Lu Qingli, he didn't bother to hide it anymore.

"No, let's do it." Everyone said in unison.

This was originally the condition that Lu Qingli and Yi Mingxuan negotiated, and now that the slap in the face has been made, of course they will not have any objections.

Yi Mingxuan and Qin Xie looked at each other and began to play out the formula slowly.

"It's good for everyone to do their best, and you must not force it. If the situation is not good, leave immediately." Lu Qingli also gathered energy to remind everyone.

As Yi Mingxuan played out the formulas one by one, the talisman light on the Yin-Yang Summoning Bell flickered.

"Ding!" Suddenly, a crisp bell sounded.

Everyone stared blankly, and drew out their long swords at the same time.

According to "Xiandian", the yin and yang soul calling bell is used to summon necromancers such as resentful souls, and it is also the most powerful necromancer within a hundred miles.

The resentful souls and evil spirits I encountered before, the weakest are comparable to the late stage of Jindan, and the strongest are comparable to half-step Zifu, and some even reached the realm of Zifu. How strong should it be?

Gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, some young Xianmen disciples were sweating in their palms.

With the crisp ringing of the bell, thick black air rose from all directions, and the originally clear sky became gloomy and gloomy.Everyone felt their chests sinking, and they were almost out of breath.

The black air condensed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a phantom of a resentful soul was formed, while the surrounding black air continued to gather.

"Hands!" I don't know who shouted.

Everyone shot at the same time, and the long-stored true energy came out through the sword, and sword glows and spells fell in the air, like a giant net, covering the sky and covering the wraith.

It is their best opportunity to take advantage of the resentful souls not yet fully condensed into spirit bodies.

Although the Immortal Sect present has only just been promoted to the land rank, there is definitely no shortage of strong people. There are as many as forty people in the Zifu Zhenjun, and the others are all above the peak of Jindan.At this time, they shot at the same time, the power can be described as earth-shattering.

In the midair, the mysterious light patterns rippled like water waves, even the solid barrier of prohibition was slightly shaken.

Yi Mingxuan heaved a sigh of relief, and he finally felt a little better after being hit hard by Lu Qingli earlier.

Although Qin Zhiyuan and Xie Xin'an's cultivation has reached the peak of the Purple Mansion, but after all, there are only two of them, and they can't burst out with such power under joint efforts.

If this resentful spirit is weaker, it's fine, but if it's stronger, they really can't handle it.

It seems that these hundreds of Xiaoyao Pills are still worth spending.

"Ah..." Yi Mingxuan was comforting himself in this way, when suddenly a soul-stirring scream came from his ears.

His face turned pale, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, his soul was pierced by a long needle, and there was a moment of confusion in his mind.

Not only him, but other people in the immortal sect were also in a state of confusion at the same time. Their already aroused true energy stagnated immediately, and the power of the sword technique displayed was greatly reduced, and the remaining power was less than [-]%.

On the opposite side, the resentful soul screamed loudly, two arms like withered claws swung across his chest, and invisible power surged like waves under a storm.

"Boom!" Amidst the loud noise, the sky-filled sword light and magic light shattered at the same time, bursting into a radiance.

Such a strong strength!Everyone never expected that they would be easily cracked by the resentful soul in a joint strike with all their strength, and they were all shocked.

Before they came back to their senses, they saw the resentful soul rushing towards them.

The surrounding black air is still gathering towards it, and the body that was originally covered in black mist has become solid, and presents a dazzling blood color, as if it has just been fished out of a pool of blood.

The already ferocious face also dripped streaks of blood, making it look even more terrifying and creepy.

"Blood, soul demon!" A person from the fairy sect exclaimed in a trembling voice.

Human monks are divided into levels, and demon spirits are also divided into levels. The so-called blood soul demon is a higher-level resentful soul.The strength of ordinary resentful souls is mostly only equivalent to the golden core realm of human monks, and a few can reach the purple mansion, but the strength of blood soul demons can reach the realm of catastrophe!
Coupled with the unique innate supernatural powers of demon spirits, the strength of the blood soul demon is even stronger than that of ordinary catastrophe monks.

(End of this chapter)