Xia Linyuan landed next to the two ancestors and concisely explained the whole thing.

Everyone in the Xia family was taken aback, and they all turned their heads to look at the people of the Gu Wu clan.

"The old man has been released, where is King Yin going to compete?"

Mo Qianshu spoke again.

"It's good for this king to look here."

"Ancestor, you lead people to retreat first."

Xia Yuanqing nodded again and again, beckoning everyone in the Xia family to quickly withdraw from the square in front of the imperial study.

Similarly, Gu Qianjiang, who was on the side of the Gu Wu Clan, also retreated with Mo Ji and others.

"Girl, let's go outside too."

The old beggar and Yang Wenjin also stepped aside.

In the square in front of the entire imperial study, only Xia Linyuan and Mo Qianshu were left.

The flying sword in Xia Linyuan's hand shook, the sword flashed, and the bluestone floor tiles around him were cut out of the Dao crack.

Seeing this, Mo Qiansheng frowned, and he didn't dare to underestimate the young man in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, he saw a large black wood red flag appear in his hand.

As soon as the banner came out, the wind was blowing around, and there was a terrible ghost crying inside.

"Tsk, this guy is really not afraid of death, and he dares to make up this kind of thing."

Seeing this banner, the old wine beggar immediately sighed, but there was a deep coldness and disgust in his eyes.

"This banner looks unusual, I don't know what it is."

"This thing is called the Ghost Wood Blood Soul Banner."

Yang Wenjin turned his head to look at the old beggar.

"See the black flagpole?"

"That thing is made of ghost wood that grows in mass graves, and it has been infected by the evil qi all year round, and has evolved into a special spiritual material, which is the best material for refining magic weapons."

"Look at his blood-red banner again, in fact, it is human skin, which is made of tens of thousands of human skins refined and stitched."

"What!"

Tens of thousands of human skins, she didn't dare to imagine it at all.

"Is this guy crazy? How could such a thing be used as a weapon? ”

"This kind of thing is very common in the hands of demon cultivators, so there's nothing to make a fuss about."

The old beggar smiled faintly and continued; "The first two are just the basic configuration of the Ghost Wood Blood Soul Banner."

"If you want to refine this thing into a spiritual weapon, you still need the blood of 1,200 hundred-day-old babies and tens of thousands of unjust souls as nourishment."

Listening to his words, Yang Wenjin trembled a little, and an unspeakable anger appeared in her heart inexplicably.

Tens of thousands of skins, tens of thousands of souls, and more than a thousand hundred-day-old babies.

For the sake of a spiritual weapon, so many people were killed, can this ink thousand injuries still be called a human?

Her heart was cold, and her eyes flashed with a ghostly light.

"I didn't expect you to be a demon cultivator."

Xia Linyuan also recognized the thing in Mo Qiansheng's hand, and his face turned cold.

"As long as you can gain power, what about demon cultivation?"

"Boy, do you really think that if you are in the same realm as the old man, you can win?"

"The Gu Wu Clan has become the master of this continent again, it is already the destiny of heaven, you can't stop it."

"If you know each other, quickly admit defeat, otherwise the ghost wood blood soul banner will fill in another wisp of grievances."

With a wave of the blood soul banner in Mo Qiansheng's hand, the piercing ghost cry swept through the heavens and the earth, and just listening to it from a distance made people's scalps tingle and chills.

"If you are overconfident, you are looking for death."

Xia Linyuan snorted coldly, stepped on the ground, and his body turned into an afterimage, and he rushed straight towards Mo Qianju.

"You're the one looking for death."

The blood soul banner in his hand was horizontal, blocking Xia Linyuan's extremely fast sword.

"Blood miasma."

With a wave of the Blood Soul Banner, the blood-red mist was released, but in the blink of an eye, it covered an area within a radius of thirty meters.

With the appearance of the blood miasma, people on the periphery can no longer see the situation inside clearly.

"Lord Wang..."

Yang Wenjin had a worried look on his face, and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the old beggar.

"Don't worry, this little trick can't make him like this."

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw Xia Linyuan full of momentum, and with the sword of the flying sword in his hand, he directly tore the blood miasma from it.

"It's just a blood miasma, it's bad luck for you to meet this king."

"Heroic returns."

As soon as the situation sounded, the flying sword in his hand bloomed with pure Haoran righteousness.

Wherever the sword light passed, the blood miasma melted one after another.

"Yes, yes, this move is heroic, but it looks a bit like the old guy from Taixuanmen."

The old beggar took a sip of the liquor and opened his mouth with an appreciative expression.

Yang Wenjian, who was on the side, heard this, and his heart was slightly relaxed.

"If you can't take this trick, the old man will be very disappointed, and now it seems that you are not bad, but it is not bad."

"If you want to defeat the old man, you are still far away."

"The blood soul is endless, and ten thousand ghosts devour the sky."

The Blood Soul Banner danced again, and a trace of gray and cold aura erupted from it.

In just a moment, these gray auras condensed into one after another fierce spirits, roaring towards Xia Linyuan.

Woooooo

The yin wind was strong, Xia Linyuan didn't dare to slack off, his figure retreated, and the spirit sword in his hand burst out with Dao Haoran's qi.

The mighty spirit of the Fa is dead, but the ghosts will never end.

Although Haoran Sword Qi has a restraining effect on Yin and Evil Qi, the number of fierce souls is too much.

Coupled with the assistance of the Ghost Wood Blood Soul Banner, even if the evil soul is dissipated in a concentrated manner, it will be instantly sucked back into the Ghost Wood Blood Soul Banner, and it will be nourished by the special ability of the Ghost Wood Soul Locking Soul Gathering.

It only takes a moment for these murderous spirits to reunite and slaughter again.

In this way, there is a steady stream of murderous souls, although Xia Linyuan's strength is good, but he has been like this with one block of ten thousand, and the consumption of true yuan power is very huge.

"See how long you can stop."

Mo Qian smiled evilly, holding the Blood Soul Banner in one hand, and flipped the other hand again, and saw a black rope-like thing appear.

"The Serpent King Entanglement."

He shook his hand, and the black rope became longer in the wind, like a spiritual snake, shuttling between the murderous spirits, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared beside Xia Linyuan.

"Not good!"

Xia Linyuan secretly screamed badly, but it was still too late, the black rope was very smart, even if he wanted to dodge, he was still wrapped around the hand holding the sword by it.

"Hahaha, let's die."

Seeing that Xia Linyuan was entangled and couldn't swing his sword, Mo Qiansheng smiled fiercely and waved the Blood Soul Banner again.

With this swing, the murderous spirit seemed to be inspired, and the killing momentum became more and more ferocious.

"Thousand Wind Sword Shadow."

A flying sword suddenly appeared in his left hand, and he threw it towards the sky, and the sword light was great, and the sword shadow like a sharp blade swept around, blocking the approach of the fierce spirit.

At the same time, another flying sword appeared, directly cutting off the black rope that bound his right hand.

"No, it can't be."

Mo Qian was shocked.

The origin of this black rope in his hand is not small, the ancestor of the Gu Wu Clan once killed a poisonous Jiao entrenched there when he first entered the land of Heize.

This rope is actually refined from the dragon tendon of this poisonous Jiao.

Although the level is only low-grade, its own strength is infinitely close to that of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Now that he was cut off by Xia Linyuan with a sword, the impact on him was not small.