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Duan Mingyue hurriedly got up, changed her previous flamboyance, lowered her posture, and said with her fists huddled and said: "Duan Mingyue, a disciple of the junior Netherworld Sect, if the senior has any send, but it doesn't matter, the junior should do his best to achieve it." "The Netherworld Sect is also a well-known sect on this big star, and self-reporting portals can also deter ordinary monks.

Chu Ziheng's figure walked out of the fog, just glanced at this person coldly, and did not speak. The muscles on Duan Mingyue's body stiffened, her heart beat wildly, and she had a feeling that the other party had seen through the details. He knew very well what this feeling was, Shen Nian! This is Shen Nian! Duan Mingyue consciously bowed slightly to show respect, and fine beads of sweat were dripping on his forehead.

Duan Mingyue complained bitterly in her heart, such a strong divine thought, I am afraid that there is a level of the middle stage of Ning Dan, this person in front of him who looks similar to his own age, has such a cultivation, but Duan Mingyue can't afford to have the slightest sense of jealousy, just because the gap is too big.

"What is that black flag?" Chu Ziheng's voice was cold, and he couldn't hear joy or anger.

Hah? Duan Mingyue was slightly stunned, this person didn't even know the Soul Flag? Hasn't he heard of the name of the Netherworld Sect? Seeing Chu Ziheng's brows furrowed, Duan Mingyue hurriedly replied: "This thing is called the Soul Flag, and it is the natal magic weapon of my Netherworld Sect disciple. ”

"Soul Flag?" Chu Ziheng's heart moved, and then asked, "Are there many ghosts in there?" ”

"That's right, this soul banner is a magic weapon that I have been cultivating since I was a child, and now I have collected 1,400 ghost objects. ”

"Give it to me. Chu Ziheng stretched out his hand.

"What?" Duan Mingyue's heart tightened, and a thought suddenly came to mind, could this person be thinking...

Chu Ziheng said indifferently: "Give me the soul flag." A pair of eyes stared coldly at Broken Mingyue's movements.

"Before... Senior..."Duan Mingyue's eyes widened, and she couldn't wait to put the dagger into Chu Ziheng's chest, but the greedy wolf poison had little effect on Ning Dan Monk, and rashly acting would only anger the person in front of him.

However, most of the strength of the disciples of the Netherworld Sect was tied to the natal soul flag, and the soul banner was taken away by someone, and the cultivation of the whole body was basically half-disabled. It's just that he is stronger than people, so he can't help but agree, he has grown up in the Netherworld Sect since he was a child, and he is surrounded by ruthless people, but the indifference of this person in front of him is indeed from the bones, and the cold eyes make him shudder, he has no doubt that as long as he dares to say the word "no", he will definitely die on the spot.

Broken Mingyue gritted her teeth and handed over the natal soul flag, and after Chu Ziheng took the soul flag, he turned around and left.

"Fortunately, there is still this soul banner of the senior brother. "Duan Mingyue took out the soul banner from his senior brother's Qiankun bag, it is much better than his own, as long as he refines this soul flag, his strength will be better than in the past, and when the time comes, he will definitely cut this person with a thousand knives to repay the hatred in his heart.

The next moment, Xuan Mingyue's breathing stagnated, her upper and lower teeth chattered uncontrollably, looking at Chu Ziheng who had gone and returned, and smiled bitterly: "Senior, what else do you have to command." ”

"Hmm... It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you how many people have come in the Nether Sect?"

Duan Mingyue didn't know why, but still replied: "I guess there are more than 120 people." ”

"Well, okay, let's work hard. After dropping this sentence as if encouraging his juniors, Chu Ziheng took away the only remaining soul banner and disappeared into the sky.

After a long time, a long howl came from behind him: "Ahhh

Chu Ziheng touched his nose a little arrogantly, and asked Xiaobai sideways: "You say... Am I a little too ruthless?"

Xiaobai said very disdainfully: "Do you still know?"

However, the next moment, Xiao Bai laughed very much again, and said regretfully: "You are really true! If you change to Xiao Ye, I will simply snatch his Qiankun bag together!"

"You're amazing!" Chu looked at Xiaobai speechlessly.

After feeding the ghosts in the two soul flags to the Hundred Ghost Sword, the runes on the sword dimmed a little, and they no longer had the previous brilliance.

"Isn't it enough..."Chu Ziheng casually threw the two soul flags aside, after losing the ghost thing, the soul flags were no different from ordinary flags, what use did they want?

"Let's go, let's go and find the people of the Netherworld Sect!" Xiao Bai is already addicted.

Needless to say, Chu Ziheng also had this intention, and when he asked the number of Netherworld Sect numbers just now, he already had the idea of capturing the soul flag. The Ghost King didn't allow him to capture ghosts anymore, but he could find another way, it was the Netherworld Sect that caught ghosts, and he was just snatching the soul flag.

A man and a snake shuttle through the boundless ghost realm, picking on those in gray robes. Relying on the joint forces, Ning Dan was almost invincible, and one person and one snake looted everywhere unscrupulously, in addition to the soul flags, they were also scavenged. Anyway, the high-level cultivators can't enter, so what can the Netherworld Sect do with themselves if they know about it?

In the next few days, the sound of scolding in the huge ghost domain came and went, one person and one snake made a lot of money, except for the Qiankun bag hanging on the waist, the ghost things devoured by the hundred ghost swords were close to 100,000, and the only touch of gold left on the rune also began to transition to black.

Just when Chu Ziheng and Xiao Bai were tossing and turning, outside the ghost domain, in an inconspicuous house, an old man with gray hair rose up, all the furnishings in the room turned into ashes, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "It's too much to deceive people!

There were several middle-aged people kneeling on the ground, but they didn't dare to speak, and let the old man vent his anger. These middle-aged people turned out to be cultivators of the Yuanying realm!

In the past few days, the Netherworld Sect has received distress signals from its disciples one after another, saying that someone has snatched their soul flags, and according to their descriptions, the evil gang is still the same! A disciple sent an image, on which a young man holding a blue-black sword could be faintly seen, and between his eyebrows was a straight forward arrogance, not only that, but he was also followed by a snake-shaped demon!

"Okay, good! What a young man! The dignified Netherworld Sect was actually toyed with by such a stinky kid! None of the disciples sent out to experience it were its opponents?"

After a while, the old man said to one of the middle-aged men: "Ah Ming, you send someone to make a trip, you must refine this son alive!

"Yes, Ancestor!" the middle-aged man, known as Amin, stepped back.

"Get out of here!" the old man waved his sleeves, and the people who were kneeling on the ground were all fanned out of the door.