Right now, in the face of these human cultivators like Yuwen Hu, Youzong knew that he couldn't escape from this place. However, Youzong looked at Mu Yi and found that Mu Yi was standing like an old monk in a steady place, without a trace of expression in his eyes, and his mind was still completely closed.

"Prince...... The Ghost Emperor is in trouble..... I'm in danger....... The Emperor ordered me to give you the Juntian Soul Banner ....... If you could hear me....... The old man will help you get out of here....... I hope you can save our Youhuang as soon as possible......." Youzong said in a quick voice.

But Mu Yi's expression remained unchanged, he looked calmly ahead, his body like an empty shell that could move, and did not respond to the transmission of the Youzong.

Seeing this, Youzong showed a look of lamentation in his eyes, he held the Juntian Soul Banner tightly in his hand, and immediately stood in front of Mu Yi, standing against Yuwentai and the others.

Yu Wentai sneered in his mouth, without the spirit flag, he could kill this Youzong with his backhand.

However, Yuwen Hu suddenly found that the human aura on Mu Yi's body had almost completely disappeared.

After Mu Yi completely turned into a ghost, he still had the remnants of human Xuan Ling Qi on his body, but that Xuan Ling Qi was slowly dissipating, and now Mu Yi had almost no human Xuan Ling Qi on his body.

Yuwen Hu's eyes stared at Mu Yi, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart, as if a breath was about to emerge in Mu Yi's body.

"Prince....... The old man will send you out of this place now........" Youzong shouted again, his hands making strange gestures, and his whole body was full of mysteries.

"Don't succeed!" Yuwen Hu struck out the white thunder with one finger, instantly piercing Youzong's shoulder, and in an instant, his figure had already flown to Youzong's side, and a palm instantly slashed towards the top of Youzong's head.

Youzong couldn't dodge, and his body was shocked and flew out. Yuwen Hu hit his hands in the air again, and as soon as Youzong's hands were released, the spirit banner in his hand suddenly came out of his hand and flew down between Mu Yi and Yuwen Go.

Yuwen Hu was overjoyed, he flew over quickly, and quickly snatched the Juntian Soul Banner into his hand.

"Hahaha, this ghost clan's holy artifact, the Juntian Soul Flag, is Lao Tzu's!" Yuwen Hu laughed. But suddenly, there was a burning pain in his hand, and an extremely strong evil aura erupted from the spirit flag, which instantly began to corrode his palm.

The evil aura was extremely strong, frantically eroding Yuwen Hu's palm. For this holy relic of the ghost clan, Yuwen Hu's expression was full of arrogance and confidence, and he resolutely surrendered to this holy relic! In an instant, Yuwen Hu's hand burst out with fierce mana, and it quickly poured into the spirit flag.

But a shock immediately erupted from the spirit flag, which bounced out of his hand and fell into place again.

Yuwen Hu looked at this Juntian Soul Banner in horror, his right hand had continued to fester, and Yuwen Hu quickly forced the evil qi in his right hand out of his body.

At this moment, he was thinking in his heart, and he didn't dare to approach this spirit banner easily.

It's just that suddenly, Mu Yi suddenly moved, and at this moment, the aura on his body has completely dissipated. He turned his eyes to look at the spirit flag, and with a suck of his right hand, the spirit flag instantly flew into Mu Yi's hand.

"The prince of the Ghost Clan!" Yuwen Hu shouted in shock, only to see Mu Yi easily grasp the spirit banner with one hand, and there was not a trace of evil qi gushing out. Yuwen Hu knew in his heart that since the one in front of him was the prince of the ghost clan, the holy relic would not harm him.

However, when the Youzong who fell not far away saw this, he was extremely excited in his heart. He felt that Mu Yi no longer had the aura of a human being, and his body completely exuded the aura of a prince.

Yuwen Hu glared at Mu Yi angrily, and found that although the aura on Mu Yi's body was weird, his cultivation was definitely not above the Ghost Sect, and the Soul Banner in his hand had no energy, so even the prince of the Ghost Clan couldn't stop the way. Yuwen Hu thought in his heart, and he immediately killed Mu Yi.

But in an instant, with a wave of his right hand, an even more dazzling light suddenly erupted from the spirit flag, and a burst of black mist came overwhelmingly. Yuwen Hu and the others were panicked in their hearts, and they hurriedly flew out, not daring to get close to Mu Yi for half a minute.

In their hearts, they were extremely afraid of this strange black mist, and they did not dare to approach it easily.

"How can the Conjuring Banner still have energy?!" Yuwen Hu floated high in the air, looking at Mu Yi from a distance and exclaimed.

"You are undoubtedly the prince of my ghost clan....... The old man didn't look away...... The holy relics of my ghost clan only need to be held in the hands of the king...... There is a steady stream of energy........ My Youhuang is finally saved......" Youzong was secretly happy in his heart, and he began to stimulate the secret method of the Ghost Clan again.

At this time, a mysterious power was transmitted from the spirit banner in Mu Yi's hand, and that power flowed into his body, harmonizing the evil qi on Mu Yi's body. It is precisely because the evil qi on Mu Yi's body is extremely mixed, he is the body of the three spirits, there are many holy objects hidden in his body, and he is haunted by evil qi, so these strange demon beast armors appear.

But at this moment, there was a crisp sound from the demon-like white armor on Mu Yi's body, and it began to shatter.

"Wh-" There was a loud sound, and the white armor on Mu Yi's body fell to the ground, and the armor instantly turned into a white mist and dissipated, and Mu Yi's face was immediately revealed.

He ....... He's a general, he's a Muyi!" The lieutenant shouted in horror when he saw Muyi's face.

Yuwen Hu was shocked in his heart, he naturally saw that the ghost in front of him was Mu Yi who they had been chasing and killing, "Mu Yi, why is Mu Yi the prince of the ghost clan, what is going on?"

All the monks were shocked that the Mu Yi they were going to hunt down had such an ambiguous relationship with the Ghost Clan.

Yuwen Hu was shocked in his heart, if Mu Yi was a ghost clan, then it was impossible for him to get along with humans for so long without being discovered, and the ghost clan had to rely on evil qi to live, he should have been devoured by the prince of the ghost clan.

Thinking of this, he glared at Mu Yi angrily and shouted, "Are you the prince of the ghost clan now, or Mu Yi?!"

"It turns out that this scene was devoured by the prince of the ghost clan. The lieutenant exclaimed, all the monks have such a consensus, the Mu Yi they know will definitely not be the prince of the ghost clan, and it is very likely that Mu Yi will be hunted down and killed all the way, and it is very likely that he will be devoured by the prince of the ghost clan.

And since the prince of this ghost clan is Mu Yi, the current situation is completely different.

"Little imp, General Ben asks you questions, answer me quickly!" Yuwen Hu shouted angrily.

"Makuyi...... Mu Yi ......." Suddenly, in a corner of Mu Yi's consciousness, a voice began to echo, and the two words Mu Yi came into Mu Yi's heart.

The name that has been called for many years has long been imprinted in the depths of his subconscious, and Mu Yi's expression has a slight fluctuation in this call.

The spirit banner in Mu Yi's hand suddenly stopped, and there was no movement.

"Prince..... Kill them quickly......" Youzong saw that Mu Yi hesitated, and immediately shouted.

Youzong's voice was accompanied by a wave of evil qi pouring into Mu Yi's body, and the sound rippling in his heart suddenly disappeared. With a quick wave of his right hand, the black qi of the Soul Banner instantly exploded, surging towards Yuwen Hu and the others.

Now the spirit banner is full of abilities, and the power is even more explosive than when it was used by the Secret Sect. Yuwen Hu and the other masters quickly flew out of the air, but in an instant, a majestic black mist had shrouded their heads, quickly trapping all the monks.

The black mist came and enveloped all the monks tightly.

In this black fog, the five senses of Yuwen Hu and the others were once again closed. But they had already activated the formation, and Yuwen Hu hurriedly fused the power of the Xuan Ling into the black mist, quickly stirring the black mist.

"Everyone listen to the order, use the heart method to transmit to this kid, awaken his consciousness and memory!" Yuwen Hu stimulates the secret technique, and the sound transmission thinks of all the masters.

"General, the ghost devouring is irreversible, and it is impossible for Mu Yi to return to his human body if he has been devoured by the ghost!" the lieutenant shouted quickly.

"It's impossible to care about him, you wake him up for Lao Tzu immediately!, otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill you!" Yuwen Hu shouted angrily, if Mu Yi was devoured and became the prince of the Ghost Clan, then Yuwen Hu would not be able to get the secret art on him.

He put so much effort into it, how could it be in vain. What's more, if he didn't wake up Mu Yi, he would hold the Juntian Soul Banner in the form of a ghost clan prince, and the situation of Yuwen Hu and the others would be precarious.

All the masters quickly activated the secret arts, constantly calling out Mu Yi's name, and some memories that belonged to him. Yang Jian, Han Jiang, Chu Li, Dugu Xin........ These names came to the bottom of Mu Yi's heart one by one.

At this time, Yuwen Hu shouted angrily, "Mu Yi, you damn boy! The old man has always regarded you as the best among his juniors, and he can't even deal with a ghost? As a human being, you are a complete failure! Kill those friends one by one, and if you want to save them, wake them up!

Yuwen Hu shouted angrily, and the voice resounded with a mysterious spiritual power, and suddenly reached the bottom of Mu Yi's heart, and the voice rippled in Mu Yi's consciousness again, and it became louder.

"Makuyi......... Who is Makuyi......... That's right, Mu Yi is me, I'm not a ghost...... I'm Mu Yi......" A tingling pain came from between Mu Yi's eyebrows, and his mind was confused, and there was a sharp pain on the top of his head.

Mu Yi's body suddenly overflowed with white spiritual light, and the mysterious spiritual qi in his body emerged.

Suddenly, the light on Mu Yi's spirit banner dimmed, and the black mist began to fade rapidly. A shock suddenly erupted from the spirit flag, flying out of Mu Yi's hand and landing in the distance.

"Ahhh

"Makuyi...... I'm not Makuyi....... I am the ........ of the Ghost Clan" The evil qi on Mu Yi's body immediately exploded, but at the same time, the power of the Xuan Spirit on Mu Yi's body began to skyrocket, and the two repulsive breaths continued to collide in his body.

"Damn humans..... What did they do to the prince......" Youzong glared at Yuwen Hu and the others secretly.

"Good boy, you really still have divine sense, kill this prince of the ghost clan for me!" Yuwen Hu said with great joy, and Mu Yi's recovery made them extremely excited in the bottom of their hearts.

They broke away from the black fog and all flew down beside Mu Yi. But he didn't dare to approach Mu Yi presumptuously. Yuwen looked at the Juntian Soul Banner that fell not far away, and his eyes were full of longing. But it was only when Mu Yi defeated this ghost prince that he dared to snatch the spirit banner into his hands.