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Chapter 145 144. The so-called fate, the ghost demon ancestor (8.0K words - big chapter please subscribe)
The people of the city, who had done nothing wrong, were besieged by the monks, their food supplies cut off, and they were forced to eat each other. Their human nature was destroyed, as if it were a real hell on earth.

But at this moment, Sikong Yin, the instigator, was also feeling extremely uncomfortable. His complacent look had long gone, and what was left was only impatience and fear. His face was distorted and changing in the billowing black smoke, and his eyes were rolling around, obviously thinking about what to do.

The two early-stage Crimson Palace sect masters of the Blood Corpse Sect and the Ghost Demon Sect finally reacted.

They both looked at Sikong Yin.

One asked, "What level?"

Another said, "Even if he is in the late stage of the Crimson Palace, this is our territory. We can wear him down to death. What is there to be afraid of, Brother Sikong?"

In addition to Sikong Yin, there was also a young elder named Bi Chuanfei who rebelled against Qianhe Sect.

This elder usually disliked the idea of ​​Qianhe Sect protecting the State of Chu. He thought that since they were high and mighty, they should be able to do whatever they wanted. Naturally, he and Sikong Yin agreed immediately on the matter of offering sacrifice to the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

But Bi Chuanfei also looked pale at this time.

Soon, Sikong Yin waved his hand, and the other three understood and walked away and gathered together.

Sikong Yin then said, "It is the Purple Mansion Realm."

As soon as the three words "Purple Mansion Realm" were uttered, the two sect masters finally reacted, their faces turned pale instantly, and then they couldn't help but shout out.

"how is this possible?"

"My Great Chu has never left the Purple Mansion Realm!"

Bi Chuanfei whispered what had happened in the capital of Chu State in recent days.

All four of them fell silent.

for a long time
The leader of the Ghost Demon Sect said sternly: "Now the ritual of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has reached the most critical moment. We cannot stop it suddenly! The only solution now is to speed up the ritual!"

The Blood Corpse Sect leader rolled his eyes and said, “That’s right, but I think we should keep those six mortals and treat them well.

If that old monster really comes, he can give an explanation.

If the cause and effect can be established, it would be the best.

If that old monster is dissatisfied and wants to fight, our Ten Thousand Souls Banner has been refined, and we will show it and wave it a few times when the time comes. He will still have to think twice."

Sikong Yin pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and said: "The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is extremely difficult to make. The core object was also obtained by chance during an earth energy explosion. If not for this, we would not be qualified to refine such a soul treasure.

Horcruxes are extremely rare for the Crimson Palace monks. Soul treasures are even rarer. When wielded, they can directly launch a soul attack. If tens of thousands of evil souls attack at the same time, even the old monster of the Purple Palace will be injured.

Although it consumes a lot of energy, once we hold the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the old monster will be cautious. "

Bi Chuanfei also nodded.

Soul treasures are rare.

He had read about it in ancient books.

From low to high, they are: soul weapon, soul treasure, evil weapon, and evil treasure.

The soul stored in the Horcrux is small in quantity and limited in range, and the stored soul has never been strengthened.

Soul treasures are not only large in quantity, but can also be directly released within a certain range to drive evil spirits to attack, and these evil spirits are much stronger for certain reasons.

A killing weapon, that would be terrible.

It is said that an evil weapon contains infinite evil. Because "evil" has no soul and is just a fragment of cause and effect, the evil spirit can completely attach to the owner of the evil weapon, turning the owner into a terrifying "giant soul".

As for Sha Bao, he had only seen the name mentioned in ancient books and had no idea what its abilities were, but this thing was far beyond the reach of the Crimson Palace.

Let alone a dangerous treasure, even if it was a dangerous weapon, if someone in the Crimson Palace Realm wanted to use it, he would instantly suffer the backlash and die.

The four of them made up their minds and quickly returned to the protective shield.

Sikong Yin looked inside, his eyes swept over the six mortals in the distance, and suddenly looked at Fang Qingmeng again. He touched the void with his palm and took out a piece of jade - the Cunxiang Jade.

Fang Qingmeng was stunned.

Sikong Yin said directly: "Fang Qingmeng, since you know that those six people are related to Senior Zifu, and you can't protect them now, are you willing to hand them over to me?
I, Sikong Yin, swear that if those six people were in my hands, I would definitely treat them well and would not bully them in the slightest."

After saying this, he looked quietly towards the fairy in white opposite him.

Fang Qingmeng had not expected the other side to use such a trick. She sighed softly, looked at Li Huai, Shuangyun, Xiaohuan and others she brought with her, and said, "Although I made a promise to you, I can't protect myself now. You can just let him go."

The six people looked at each other.

Frost Cloud looked at the black smoke outside, and then at the hell on earth in the distance, and felt even more terrified.

Li Huai said: "Master Qingmeng, although I, Ah Huai, am of humble origin, I can still distinguish between good and bad, kind and evil."

He suddenly pointed at Sikong Yin in the distance and said, "These people are evil and immoral. Even if I die, I will never follow them!"

As soon as Li Huai spoke, Xiao Huan and the others behind him, although afraid, raised their heads one by one and said, "We won't go with bad guys."

Sikong Yin coldly glanced at these ant-like mortals, but still laughed. He closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said, "You are still young and can't tell the difference between good and evil.

Yes, I killed everyone in the city, which was evil.

But if I can use this to refine a powerful treasure to protect this country, the northern demons will be afraid to act rashly.

They would have killed a million people, but because we only killed 100,000, did we save 900,000?
So, is this good?

The Qianhe Sect was unwilling to sacrifice the people of this city, but it caused the death of millions of people. Is this evil?"

He forced a smile, looked at Li Huai and others, and said: "So, we are the kind people."

Li Huai looked at him coldly and said, "Good is good, evil is evil. There are so many people like me in this city. Have you ever thought about their feelings when you killed them?

If it weren't for Uncle Li, I would be just an ant that you can crush to death at will.

But do ants deserve to die?
Even though I am humble, I have my own scale of good and evil in my heart!
I know what you are planning, but I, Li Huai, would rather die than be with you. "

In the past few days, their Xuan Gen test has actually ended.

The test results showed that Li Huai had a low-grade Earthly Profound Root, while the other six did not.

At this moment, Li Huai suddenly knelt down towards Fang Qingmeng and said respectfully: "Master Qingmeng, I have poor qualifications. I wonder if you are willing to accept me as your disciple?"

Fang Qingmeng was truly stunned. She really didn't expect that the mortal in front of her would have such a strong character.

Immediately, she smiled and said softly, "Of course I would."

As she spoke, she took out a storage bag and a flying sword from her bosom and handed them over, saying, "This is a meeting gift from your teacher."

Li Huai said in a loud voice: "Thank you, Master!"

Sikong Yin looked at this scene with green eyes and said with a strange look: "Li Huai, right?"

"Yes!"

Li Huai raised his head and answered.

Sikong Yin said: "You keep saying that I am evil, but do you really understand the Uncle Li you are talking about?"

Without waiting for Li Huai to answer, Sikong Yin said: "If we are bad guys, we are only small bad guys. Your uncle Li is the big bad guy. Ha. Hahahahaha."

Li Huai remained silent, because he did see that day that Uncle Li destroyed the golden-armored god who was resisting the demons as soon as he appeared.

Sikong Yin smiled and held out his hand, saying, "I'll give you another chance. Come, kid, come to my side."

Li Huai shook his head slowly.

Sikong Yin's face was icy cold. His patience had been exhausted. He snorted angrily, then crushed the Preservation Jade fiercely. He closed his eyes, turned around, and roared, "Speed ​​up the ritual!"

Fang Qingmeng looked at Li Huai softly and said, "Good boy, stand behind me. It won't be easy for them to refine us."

"Yes, Master." Li Huai's tone was full of respect for his teacher.

The three monks in the other triangle also seemed to be infected and nodded frequently. At the same time, they became more excited to resist the erosion of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

Sikong Yin became more and more annoyed.

At this time, he was already sitting in the sacrificial array himself to improve efficiency.

But there are four Crimson Palace cultivators inside and outside, and among them there are three in the middle stage of Crimson Palace and one in the early stage of Crimson Palace. Their overall strength is stronger than theirs.

It is certainly not easy to chew this hard bone.

The monks inside were like playing tug-of-war, refining and resisting at the same time.

Fang Qingmeng stared outside. She held on with all her might, not daring to show any sign of fatigue for fear of damaging morale. But she knew that she could not hold on any longer.

Within three days, she would be refined and become a member of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, then be tortured and turned into an evil ghost. During this time, she couldn't even explode her soul.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner ritual formation.

Sikong Yin raised his hand and continued to increase his strength. He really enjoyed the process of slowly torturing people to death and watching the hope on their faces slowly turn into despair.

He stared at the protective shield, watching it become weaker and cracks begin to appear on the surface.

A sinister smile appeared on Sikong Yin's lips.

And at this moment, suddenly, without any warning, and definitely not at the last critical moment, the wind suddenly blew in the sky.

A gust of wind came from afar, like waves hitting the sacrificial formation at this moment.

The large black banner hanging in the center was also fluttering.

Sikong Yin's smile froze suddenly, a bad feeling flashed through his mind, and he looked into the distance nervously.

A blood-red rainbow suddenly appeared, and then billowing blood smoke came through the air, accompanied by a greedy laugh.

"Good stuff! There really is good stuff!"

"I knew that if they could swallow up the Qianhe Sect silently, there must be treasures!"

"This treasure is actually a soul-type treasure!"

"If we are destined to meet, we will meet each other even if we are thousands of miles apart. How can we meet without any destiny? This treasure should belong to me!"

"It's mine!!"

Sikong Yin's heart was beating fast. He stood up suddenly, his Adam's apple rolling. Then he took a deep breath, stood up with his hands behind his back, and faced the billowing blood smoke in the distance.

But there was a bloody smoke tide, and in the raging tide there was vaguely floating a terrifying figure like a demon.

He hurriedly shouted: "Senior!"

But the senior ignored him and suddenly raised his hand.

A bloody hand suddenly appeared in the void. This was a simple use of power recorded in the Ghost Infant Sutra. Strictly speaking, it was not even a Purple Mansion Realm spell. This power was based on thoughts as the inner core and Xuan Qi as the outer core. Each independent thought absorbed Xuan Qi and was raised to the level of the late Crimson Palace. Then, they connected with each other to form a Xuan Sha Hand that was equivalent to several late Crimson Palace masters attacking at the same time.

This move does not require much skill, but it has a kind of "high-value" violent beauty of the strong bullying the weak.

A bloody hand suddenly appeared in the clouds and desperately grabbed the black flag in the center.

Sikong Yin hurriedly said: "Senior, there is a cause and effect relationship between you and Liu..."

Snapped!
The bloody hand grasped firmly.

Song Yan felt it for a moment and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

What a good thing!

This is obviously an upgraded version of the "Ice Hell Bracelet". Although it lacks three sub-bracelets and is less sophisticated, the number of evil souls and their power contained in it are by no means comparable to the "Ice Hell Bracelet".

However, the flag is clearly still a little short of being successfully refined.

He used to be the leader of the Puppet Sect, and he had read many books of the Thousand Crane Sect. He was proficient in various basic techniques. Although the art of refining weapons was complicated, he still understood the basic knowledge.

Although the process of "refining the flags" is extremely complicated, it has reached the final step.

He looked around, thinking about what to do.

Soon, he understood: he needed some Crimson Palace souls.

Seeing that he had fallen silent, Sikong Yin thought his words had taken effect, and hurriedly said, "Senior, those six mortals are in the formation right now."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yan raised his hand and a bloody hand suddenly grabbed him from the air.

The target this time is actually Sikong Yin!

Sikong Yin quickly dodged and rushed to the defense shield below, thinking to himself: "There are a group of Qianhe Sect monks in the defense shield, as well as the six mortals that the old monster Zifu cares about. In this way, the opponent should restrain their offensive a little, right?

Even though he used a mortal to threaten the old monster in Zifu, there was nothing he could do.'

However, the speed at which the bloody hand fell did not slow down at all.

Its momentum was so powerful that when it grabbed Sikong Yin, the back of its bloody hand also rubbed against the protective shield.

The cover made crackling sounds and several long cracks appeared on it.

Fang Qingmeng, the white-haired elder and others were vomiting blood, their faces bloodshot, but they endured it and quickly tried to repair it.

Outside the cave, the evil spirits of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that had already formed instantly rushed in.

The dozen or so Qianhe Sect monks who were slightly closer to the crack were suddenly struck by the soul, holding their heads and howling in pain. Soon their souls were also shattered, and the evil spirits that attacked pulled them out of the cover, and they instantly became confused.

Fortunately, the protective shield was repaired in time.

On the high ground, Song Yanfang pretended not to see anything and just held the Sikong Seal tightly.

Sikong Yin looked shocked, struggling and trying to say something else.

But his lips just moved
Bang! !

This cultivator, who had been planning and scheming for a long time and should have become the uncrowned king of the southern land of Great Chu, had his entire body crushed!
His soul escaped from the Crimson Palace and was directly absorbed by the powerful soul-sucking force, rushing towards the black flag.

At this moment, he finally understood something: Which old monster in the world would be afraid of threats? Which old monster would really care about mortals? Which old monster would talk nonsense with you? From the beginning to the end, he was the only one who made all the calculations, and the old monster didn't even listen.

At this moment, the person he hated the most was not Song Yan, but Fang Qingxue.

He roared in his heart: "You bastard, if you hadn't lied to me, how could I really believe that those six mortals were related to the old monster in Zifu, and how could I use them as shields at the last moment? ! "

When his soul touched the black flag, it suddenly trembled violently as if it was electrocuted. Intense pain surged over him, and his heart was filled with endless anger. His reason was gone, his memory was fuzzy, his soul was hideous, and he only wanted to tear apart all life he saw.

And the last scene he saw was the old monster in black robe and purple mansion floating above the blood smoke, overlooking the city with billowing black smoke. With a cold face and greedy expression, he grabbed a coffin from the void and carefully put his body into it, as if he was putting away a piece of high-quality material.

After finishing the preparation, the old monster laughed viciously and swooped down from the sky.
Below, Bi Chuanfei who was refining the ritual was sitting upright, and the two demon sect leaders, like chicks seeing an eagle, jumped up in fright and fled in all directions. As for the sect disciples who were mixed in the city to assist in the ritual, they were even more pale and frightened, unable to move.

Bi Chuanfei, take off.

Pinch it with a big hand and die!

The body was placed in the coffin and flew into the storage bag. The leader of the Blood Corpse Sect merged into the black smoke.

A slap of the hand, death!
The body went back into the coffin and flew into the storage bag.

The sturdy man in the skeleton armor used some unknown treasure, and evil spirits filled the surrounding area. Countless skin and bone ghosts began to fly around and block the view.

A big hand reached in, grabbed the strong man and picked him up like an ant.

The strong man screamed "Ahhhh" and shouted repeatedly: "Senior, please spare my life, spare my life."

Song Yan looked at the murderous aura around him and asked, "Which sect are you from?"

"Ghostly evil door."

"What position?"

"Master of the Gate."

"Ghost." Song Yan looked thoughtful, then looked at the flag and sensed it a little.

With the entry of three Crimson Palace souls, the banner was considered full, and adding one more would not cause any qualitative change.

He thought for a moment and said, "Ghost cultivator?"

"Yes, yes, Xiao Wu is a ghost cultivator."

"It seems that I have a connection with you." Song Yan showed a gentle smile, and then said kindly, "Don't be afraid, I am also a ghost cultivator."

The sturdy man in the skeleton armor was filled with joy, and he trembled with joy as he said, "Ancestor, Xiao Wu has finally found the Ancestor. Now that the Ancestor is here, there is Qingtian! Now that the Ancestor is here, my ghost cultivation lineage can finally be peaceful and strong!"

The ghost cultivator named Xiao Wu was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and it was unclear whether it was out of fear, pretense, or joy.

Song Yan landed from mid-air, brushed off Xiao Wu's armor, straightened his collar, and said with a kind smile: "Don't be afraid, kid, I'm not a bloodthirsty person."

"Yes, yes, ancestor!" Xiao Wu's voice trembled, and he hurriedly followed Song Yan respectfully.

Tang Fan stared at the scene in amazement, and then showed an expression of "as expected".

This old monster is here just to steal the treasure.

Song Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the defense shield on the other side. His gaze met that of Fang Qingmeng, the leader, and he said calmly, "Go away."

Fang Qingmeng and others hurriedly put away the protective shield and evacuated quickly.

From beginning to end, Song Yan held his head high, with cunning and indifference in his eyes. He didn't even look at Shuangyun, Li Huai, Xiaohuan and others.

But the look Frost Cloud gave him was filled with fear.

She had thought about her reunion with Dr. Li countless times, and had been brewing the words "thank you" in her heart for a long time, but at this moment she was so horrified that she couldn't speak at all. At the same time, she also realized how ridiculous it was to "say thank you to such a horrible devil."

The Doctor Li whom she loved might have never existed.

Li Huai also looked in disbelief at the vicious man who was surrounded by evil smoke and was extremely evil. His lips trembled, and the word "Dad" that had been hidden in his heart for a long time could no longer be called out.

The father he loved so much might just be a fake.

These two are like this, not to mention Xiaohuan and others.

The group, following the Qianhe Sect led by Fang Qingmeng, hurriedly fled from this sacrificial city.

Song Yan stood with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Wu behind him had been watching silently, and it was not until this moment that he realized how badly Sikong Yin had been tricked.

Why would this old monster from Zifu care about any mortal?
Even if there is some relationship, I'm afraid it's just a casual joke, how could it be taken seriously?
A group of demon cultivators gathered from all directions, knelt on the ground respectfully, and shouted: "Greetings, ancestor!"

Song Yan did not answer, but just raised his head and looked at the black flag in the sky.

The evil spirit is like a flame, burning fiercely.

The city is like a furnace, and the souls of hundreds of thousands of innocent creatures are sacrificed just to refine this soul treasure.

Song Yan looked at it for a long time, then closed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "There is still some time to go. Everyone return to their original positions and continue the ritual."

After a few days, the black gas began to converge.

The city was filled with stench and blood.

Song Yan sat cross-legged, quietly feeling this evil sacrificial formation.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart: the soul-sucking part of the soul-sucking and soul-refining method of this sacrificial array seemed a bit similar to the "Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array".

They are all about absorbing some kind of unique existence.

As the thoughts flashed through his mind, the black air disappeared completely, sinking into the ten-foot-tall banner.

Song Yan raised his hand and the flag fell down, but when it fell halfway, it seemed to have some spirituality. Black light flashed all over its body and suddenly a repulsive force was generated, trying to escape.

Song Yan frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his hand upwards. A bloody hand suddenly appeared in the void, and the hand was slightly cupped, covering the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that wanted to escape.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner rushed left and right but could not get out.

Song Yan seized the opportunity, grabbed it and clenched it tightly.

A cloud of black smoke rumbled out of that bloody big hand, and it took a long time to calm down.

It was not until this time that Song Yan grabbed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and pulled it down.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner fell down obediently, and in a flash it turned into a palm-sized flag and landed in Song Yan's palm.

Song Yan sensed it slightly and actually felt a soul space in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that was far larger than the "Ice Hell".

It was a pool of dark stagnant water, with densely packed evil spirits floating in the water.

The evil spirits looked painful, ferocious, and full of hostility.

The leader of the Ghost Demon Sect standing by was terrified. They only knew the method of refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but they didn't expect that this kind of soul treasure would actually resist after being successfully refined.

If it were them, how could they stop the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from escaping?
Even if you succeed in refining it by then, it will be in vain.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Xiao Wu, I'm quite interested in this ritual formation. Take me to have a look."

"Yes, old man."

The leader of the Guisha Sect hurriedly agreed. How could he dare to say "no" at this moment?

A month later.

Tang Fan was thrown into the Heavenly Prison, the main sect of the Guisha Sect, or the Great Chu Demon Cultivator Alliance.

The news that the Ghost Demon Sect had the Purple Mansion Patriarch in charge had spread, and a number of demon cultivators came to join. Sects such as the Blood Corpse Sect also became branches of the Ghost Demon Sect.

The reputation of Wu Fangtian, the leader of the Guisha Sect, is also at its peak, and he looks very powerful.

At this time, Song Yan was in the core area of ​​Guisha Sect, holding a book about sacrifice and refining, reading it carefully.

"Ancestor, is there anything else?"

Wu Fangtian on the side asked tremblingly.

Song Yan waved his hand.

Wu Fangtian walked closer hurriedly, but did not dare to get too close.

Song Yan continued to wave and said, "Come closer."

Wu Fangtian, a strong man, was actually sweating profusely at these three words, but he did not dare to disobey. His feet felt as if they were shackled with heavy shackles, and he moved forward with great difficulty.

When he moved in front of Song Yan, he knelt down with a plop and said with a sad face: "Grandfather, please spare my life, Grandfather, please spare my life, Xiao Wu, I really regard you as my ancestor."

"sincere?"

Song Yan laughed, raised his hand and slapped the sturdy man on the forehead. A strange and colorful tiger pattern slowly emerged from the wide cuffs. This tiger pattern was much thicker and darker than when he was in the Jiang Palace.

But just when the tiger pattern was about to touch the strong man's skin, it suddenly shrank back.

Song Yan's thoughts suddenly appeared and disappeared, and the changes were unpredictable.

At first, he thought it would be best to turn the Lord of Wu into a ghost.

The reason given to the outside world is also very sufficient, that is, the collection of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

However, when he was about to finish, he changed his mind.

Of course, Wu Fangtian's disappearance can be explained as the collection of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but his non-disappearance is enough to further prove that "he is definitely not Song Yan". At the same time, it can also further protect "Shuangyun, Li Huai, Xiaohuan" and others, making people understand that not everyone who has had contact with him is related to him and can be used to threaten him.

Song Yan was afraid of being chased, so he always had the idea of ​​"leaving some favorable evidence so that even if the demons investigate, they will not be able to find out that he is Song Yan."

So, at the last moment, he changed his mind.

Snapped!
clap clap!

He patted Wu Fangtian's head amiably and said with a smile: "Of course the ancestor knows that you are sincere, otherwise how could you be alive and kneeling here? The ancestor came here not only because of the connection with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but also because of the connection with you, a ghost cultivator of the same clan."

Wu Fangtian was so frightened that he could hardly breathe. He laughed and said, "Xiao Wu treats me as his own ancestor! If I were told to go east, I would never dare to go west."

Snapped!
Song Yan continued to pat his head.

Wu Fangtian raised his head naively, trying his best to show a cute smile like a grandson.

Song Yan took back his hand and said calmly: "As long as you behave yourself, the ancestor will not treat you unfairly."

After saying that, he suddenly put away the book, stood up and said, "Come."

Immediately, the two of them, one in front and one behind, left the core area and appeared in a dangerous place near the Ghost Demon Gate.

This evil land is similar to the area outside Nanzhu Peak. If you go deeper, the evil energy will become more intense, but there is no evil land core that is as red as blood jade.

Song Yan held his right hand slightly behind his back and waved his left hand casually.

As his sleeves swung, a loud "boom" was heard in the void. The evil spirit that was originally floating in a daze was suddenly affected by a huge force and turned into a raging storm in the deep ocean, rolling towards one place with astonishing power.

Wu Fangtian looked at this scene in shock.

As the leader of the Ghost Demon Sect, he naturally has some insight and knowledge.

He could tell that this spell was only at the Lianxuan level, but its power was at the Jianggong level, and it had unimaginable effects in the evil land.

It can be said that this spell is a perfect match for a ghost cultivator stationed in a dangerous place!
"The Tide-killing Technique."

Song Yan said calmly.

Wu Fangtian knelt down and said, "Please teach me, ancestor."

Song Yan said: "Be obedient and don't get carried away and do anything stupid. I can't stay here for long, so I will teach you before I leave."

Wu Fangtian hurriedly said: "Yes, Ancestor!"

a few days later.

Song Yan continued to flip through some books in the core area of ​​the Guisha Sect.

He repeatedly studied the formation for refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This time, he had a strange premonition in his heart.

"Spell mutation" is actually the effect brought about by "Ghost Mysterious Root".

Otherwise, even if he spent many years alone, working in seclusion and meditating randomly, he would not be able to understand anything.

But the reason why we cannot figure it out is simply because of “insufficient information”.

But this time, there was a subtle connection between the Ten Thousand Souls Banner's ritual and refining method and the Five Elements Gathering Profound Array.

He just waited for the ritual and refining method of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to appear on the panel, and then he would use the two as his goals to comprehend and see if he could figure out anything new.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and an enchanting and pure voice of a female cultivator was heard.

"Ancestor."

"Ancestor."

Song Yan raised his hand and waved, the curtain opened, revealing the two female cultivators of the Demon Sect outside the door.

It turns out that people are just like their voices.

The one on the left is charming in red, with a seductive face, and a hot silk ribbon wrapped around her like a lotus root, showing her snow-white legs and her two buttocks like hills.
The one on the right, with white clothes whiter than snow, graceful figure, lovely face, pitiful but hidden deep charm, looked at him quietly, her legs tightly together twisting slightly, with a look of nervousness and expectation.
Song Yan understood immediately and waved his hand.

The two female cultivators from the Demon Sect cheered and excitedly flew to his side. They sat on each side and began to serve him with all their heart.

Late at night.

Outside the window, the evil fog and fishy wind twisted the moonlight, slightly rotating, as if turning into an endless scarlet sea of ​​moon. Skin and bones flew around, walking close to the ground; evil beasts went crazy, drooling from the corners of their mouths, howling strangely.

Inside the house, however, the scene was completely different: two phoenixes were facing a dragon, turning the river upside down and the sea upside down.

When it finally settled down, Song Yan lay quietly, with a witch entangled on each side.

He looked outside, quietly watching the swirling evil spirit.

Although she had lost her clothes and no longer wore white or red clothes, the more innocent demon girl was still more sensitive to the old ancestor's thoughts at the moment. She held her chin, rested her elbow on his strong chest, and asked in a delicate voice, "Old Ancestor, have you thought about the past?"

The red-clothed demon girl, E'e, laughed and said, "The old ancestor must have had an extremely glorious past."

Song Yan didn't say anything, he just thought of the scene when he first was in the hanging room many years ago.

Time flies like water, and many years pass by in a flash.

But there is nothing to miss.

Because no matter then or now.
He had no way to retreat and could only move forward.

As if the carnival had given him some inspiration, a line of information suddenly appeared on the panel in front of him:
Spells

"Array Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array" (Not yet started)
"The Way of Formation: Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Formation" (Complete)

Song Yan looked quietly at the large characters "Array Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array".

In fact, as long as you follow the instructions in the book, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can be refined, but if you want to further study the mystery behind it, it will be extremely difficult.

At this moment, he stared at "The Way of Arrays: The Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array" and said silently in his heart.

"Practice."

(End of this chapter)