At this time, Rong Shan was not having a good time, the head of the Penglai Sword Sect only had the damage of that move, although he resisted, his own injury was not light, he didn't want to take advantage of the victory to chase and just wanted to protect Su Ming, but he was entangled by Wu Xiaozhong in front of him.

Wu Xiaozhong is a legendary Gu master in Miao Jiang, although he is nearly a hundred years old, he is proficient in all kinds of Gu poisons, he doesn't give him any chance to get close at all, he can only use the thunder method to kill those poisonous miasma again and again, not to mention the sneak attack of the Gu worms, it is also extremely difficult to defend, and there is no time to take care of Su Ming at all.

But fortunately, Su Ming's means are good, and he was stunned the moment he disappeared, but it was also a good thing, if he didn't need to consider Su Ming's safety, it was not impossible for him to survive.

But suddenly his gaze froze, "You're crazy?!" ”

He really couldn't hold back, and for the first time in his forties, he burst into foul language.

Su Ming's disappearance was only a moment, and he soon reappeared in place, and the first second he appeared, he launched an attack on Yuan Tao.

This guy is a lunatic!

Utter lunatic!

What level of master is Yuan Tao, just now a bead almost crushed you to death, don't you know it yet?

Sure enough, if Yuan Tao is so good at dealing with the company, how can he let him be dashing for decades, and the corners of his eyes will be bleeding when he sees a series of kisses and pujiao.

Master rarely gives them tasks, especially after he is twenty years old, and even sets his own cultivation tasks, which is the first task that Master has given him in more than twenty years!

He wanted to be reminded, but it was Pu Jiaozhu!

The beads that directly send out spiritual attacks, any defense is useless, and a person from the Zhengyi Sect can still resist with a righteous spirit and tenacious mind, but Su Ming is an evil cultivator!

Ordinary spiritual attacks are fatal to him, not to mention Yuan Tao, a magic weapon that is already among the pinnacle of spiritual attacks?

"Yuan Tao!"

Rong Shan roared angrily, because he was distracted, Wu Xiaozhong seized the opportunity to bite with a centipede, and a large piece of flesh and blood began to turn black, but he tore it all off, and his eyes did not leave Yuan Tao for half a minute.

"An old guy who has lived for more than 60 years, and he is still so vicious to a junior, and he has lived to be a dog for more than 40 years?"

Yuan Tao fell down, but he only smiled disdainfully, "You are only talking about seniority in the right way, and we are all sex."

"Hehe, only talk about strength!"

Su Ming's knife was obviously less than ten centimeters away in front of his eyes, but his expression was not half panicked, and at the same time as the defense of the mantile bead was leisurely opened, Pu Xuanzhu's spiritual attack had already been struck, like a glimmer of ghostly light, fluttering towards Su Ming's head.

When he saw the second he entered Su Ming's head, he was completely relieved.

If it weren't for the sake of safety, he wouldn't even need to continue to open the kiss beads now, if it wasn't for the fact that time didn't allow, he would have to make a backward movement to put all the forcing in place.

But his gaze suddenly changed from leisurely to a hint of suspicion, because what he saw in Su Ming's eyes was not the idiot-like emptiness, but unprecedented clarity.

When he tried to communicate that ray of light, his expression became even more panicked, and in the end, he was terrified!

Because in his perception, that ray of light did not directly destroy Su Ming's sanity, but was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no more news.

Su Ming's eyes seemed to him to have seen it in the eyes of the old heavenly master, not for the collapse of the landslide, not for the clouds to fall, like the calmest sea in this world.

His thoughts unconsciously stopped for a moment, and in this short moment, the sharp edge of the tip of the knife had already made blood ooze from his eyebrows.

"You are all about strength, and we are evil cultivators"

Su Ming's voice was as calm as his eyes, without half a wave.

"It's just about life and death!"

The spiritual attack of the leopard could not even make him stagnate for a moment, although this attack was obviously much more clever than that leopard, concentrated, sharp, unguardable, and more than three or four times more powerful, but

He Su Ming has not been stagnant, and now his followers are close to two thousand, and the so-called spiritual attack can't make a little storm in front of the incense!

The emotional realm has become more and more chicken with the escalation of the battle, but it doesn't mean that it is completely useless, and it can still be done by fixing the relaxed Yuan Tao for a moment.

The distance of ten centimeters made the knife almost rub against the defense of the mantiss.

But he still underestimated Yuan Tao's terrifying cultivation, and the pain made him sober up for a moment, and the kiss beads finally broke out.

The soft force dragged Su Ming's body away for a moment, and the tip of the knife left a hideous wound on Yuan Tao's face, but what didn't change was his incredulous gaze.

"You, aren't you an evil cultivator? Why? ”

His voice trembled a little, even if he was invincible, he was confident that even if he was against Shang Rongshan, he would be chaotic for at least a few seconds, and those few seconds of chaos would be enough for him to die ten times.

Even the other high skills of the Heavenly Master's Mansion were enough for him to leave a chance to attack the next move, but now he couldn't even stagnate for a moment against the previous evil cultivator?

"Who said I was a cultist?"

Su Ming's slowly raised eyes turned blood-red in an instant, and the bloodshot and black Qi in his eyes were even worse than before.

"I'll sue you for slander!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, there were countless screams and frenzy, which made people's scalps tingle.

As he spoke, his left hand flipped over, and a three-zhang high soul banner had already appeared in his hand, the face of the banner was the color of white bones, and countless dark fine lines were slowly swimming all over it, and the four blood cloths hanging down were like black and white impermanence long tongues, and the yin wind was blowing in the second when it waved.

The whole venue seemed to fall into an endless abyss in an instant, the air around it seemed to make everyone feel like their souls were going to freeze, and the confinement of the yin wind made the flow of sunlight and air extremely sluggish.

Even Yuan Tao couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and a pair of eyes were trembling.

At his age, he boasted that there was nothing to surprise him except immortality, but now

The throbbing from the soul will never be fake, he has also seen the soul flag, and the gray lines on the surface of the banner represent a living soul.

"Are these nearly 2,000 souls joking with me?"

These words were not issued by Yuan Tao, it was a young man who had been sitting firmly in the audience, and now his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and Qi's instability made the cover of Yu Hua's poison slowly become ineffective, and finally revealed his true face.

Xue Wan!

If there is anyone who is the number one master of playing with soul flags, it is undoubtedly him.

It is a teacher of the folk "carrying flags to buy water", referred to as crying graves.

Crying grave is a unique industry, in ancient folk, funeral is a major event in a person's life, rich people often choose children with good facial features to pretend to be "filial sons and grandsons" to buy water instead of them, a show of family prosperity, two show the sincerity of the descendants.

In the Inhuman Realm, the history of weeping graves is even older, and it is the most primitive means of communicating with souls, allowing souls to help them fight, and the soul flags were first in their hands.

However, Xue Wan, the most famous grave cryer in the Inhuman World, looked at Su Ming's gaze at this time indescribable, took out the "filial piety flag" he had been refining for more than 20 years and took a look, and couldn't help but fall tears when he looked at it.

There is basically no room for soul flags to survive in this society, not to mention that the power of ordinary life soul refining is not very large, and it will face the company's nirvana, how many soul flags can he make up?

So he combined what he had learned and awakened to refine this filial piety flag, his uncle, second uncle, uncle, and master.

It's all in there.

I thought I had created a miracle of a soul flag, but now I compare it

"Uncle, Dad, Master, you died so miserably~"

Big tears fell on the filial flag, he used to cry in order to use his cry to affect the opponent's mind, so that the filial piety banner had a chance, but this time.

He couldn't tell if it was sad or sad.

His strength is not bad, but he saw through the false tears awakening ability that can make ghosts attach at a funeral, and he can be described as a unique and soul-playing expert.

I had also heard of Su Ming's methods before, Shen Chong's hands, Xia He's arms, and Barron's hands were all cured by him, but now when I saw Su Ming's soul flag, I couldn't help but feel numb.

It took a long time before he spoke with a bitter expression, "How many people did you kill?" ”

In fact, even if he didn't ask this question, he had the answer in his heart, but the answer was too unbelievable.

"Fake, his soul banner is fake, it's just a bluff with a little trick to make a fool of himself"

In order to strengthen his confidence, he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, as if he was cheering himself up.

As a grave weeper, he slept in the cemetery every day, and drilled wherever there were many dead people, but now he finally felt an emotion called "fear".

"Fake, if you really kill two thousand companies, can you still let him live until now?"

"Fake, no one can survive the Hundred Soul Tribulation! Yes, no one ever survives! ”

"He's only been cultivating for a month now, and he's killing sixty or seventy Inhumans a day."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, how could something that ancient people couldn't do exists in modern times, and invisibly ignored the fact that the filial piety banner in his hand was trembling.

But Su Ming didn't even look at him now, the terrifying banner danced in his hand, and the overwhelming ghosts kept pouring out of the soul flag, and from a distance, he could only see a large piece of black and yang.

The screaming sound of the flying yin soul could no longer be trapped by the soul flag, trapped by Su Ming, like a wild ghost who had escaped from the trap, intertwined and entangled with each other, but roared and rushed out as soon as he saw the delicious soul.

Su Ming opened his arms to his heart's content, took a deep breath, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had turned into a wandering ghost, "Smell and smell~"

"What a delightful taste of the soul!"

The Hundred Soul Banner, which once showed its skills in Xiangxi, has now undergone earth-shaking changes.

The five ghosts are picky eaters, and his soul banner is not picky, and the soul of two thousand is twenty times that of that time!

The unsolvable problem of the slow speed of the Yin Soul in the past is now solved for him perfectly thanks to Yuan Tao.

Two thousand Yin Souls, in such a small space, can baptize this space back and forth, so.

The real carnage begins now!

"Wang Daochang, the people in your chest need you to protect a little now~"

The trace of clarity in Su Ming's blood-red eyes flashed away.

"Otherwise, next time I'll take this thing to your Wudang Mountain!"

He had long seen Wang Ye's guy who didn't squeak in the crowd, and when he was controlled by the bully before, he took a few steps forward, but then he retracted when he found that he was not dead, and then when he met Pu Jiaozhu, the guy opened half of the wind, and when he saw that he was fine, he held back again.

He didn't want to die!

But Su Ming also saw that as long as it wasn't a moment of life and death, this guy wouldn't make a move, so he had to force him to make a move.

That guy said every day that he was afraid of trouble, but he didn't know that he was the source of trouble.

Therefore, Su Ming didn't care whether Wang Yetong agreed or not, and had already thrown the soul banner into the air as he spoke.

The violent yin wind swept through the audience in an instant, and the angry yin spirits surged, like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, pressing everyone's hearts to tremble, and they could feel their souls trembling, the kind of tremor that wanted to escape!

"Sun thief, you're very good at playing! Even I used it! ”

Wang also glared at Su Ming fiercely and shot out, although now he felt that this Su Ming was as dead as those of the whole sex, although he didn't know why Su Ming was so confident in him, and the last battle against the four madmen was also, but anyway. These hundreds of viewers are innocent after all.

sighed softly but was helpless, stepped lightly under his feet, and the Qimen opened in an instant.

"Dry words, dizzying!"

This is a small trick to confuse people's five senses, which is one of the most basic spells for warlocks, but in the hands of Wang Ye or in the Qimen after the wind, this is the magic of heaven and earth reversal!

With a flick of his fingers, an invisible Qi flower melted into the sea like water, completely disappeared into the air, as silent as his appearance, as if nothing had happened.

Although many people can feel the terrifying ghost, there are still people who don't believe in evil, and a young man of all sexes conjured a thick layer of fist gloves on his arm with Qi, and then punched the ghost in front of him.

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded, and the arm that was punched out passed through without any obstacles, but the moment it touched it, the flesh quickly dried up, and the inertia caused his body to turn into a dry corpse with him, and the sound of falling to the ground was extremely small, like a pile of weightless flying ashes.

Yuan Tao and the others also discovered that something was wrong, they were all veterans of this industry, and they could see the horror and power of the ghost, which was an intensity they had never heard of.

He wanted to make a move on Su Ming, but he was directly surrounded by hundreds of ghosts, not to mention people, not even a single mosquito could get close.

Gritting his teeth ruthlessly, he wanted to throw a Nine Dragons at Su Ming, but at the moment of his shot, he thought that the Nine Dragons, which had been invalidated three times, were taken back.

In this situation, whether the hard work of this life can be returned is two words, anyway, the dead Dao friends are not dead and poor!

Thinking of this, he yelled behind him, "Xue Wan! Think of a way! ”

"Think of a bullshit solution!"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Wan roared angrily, this roar seemed to drain all his strength, and his trembling legs were completely unstable, and he sat directly on the ground.

"Wait for death"

As the filial son began to wail his second uncle's cry sounded first, followed by his uncle's.

He didn't care about the abnormality on the filial flag, he just stared blankly at the yin spirit flying in the air, but his mouth was always trembling.

Clusters of ghosts poured out of the space that could barely be squeezed, each of which was a presence that made his eyes red, but now it was sprinkled like a bean.

The confidence he had built up with self-comfort collapsed at this moment, completely dispelling the only luck left in his heart.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly looked at Rong Shan and said, "Aren't you famous and decent?" ”

He pointed at Su Ming for a long time, his expression eager.

"Look, can't you see it, can't you see it??"

Then he turned his head to look at Wang Ye in the air, "Master Dao, you subdue demons!" ”

"Are they all blind?"

"These are two thousand living souls!"

His tone became stronger and stronger, and every second of Su Ming's life seemed to be disrespectful to his father and master.

Refining them into the Soul Banner was to create a new path, but now

There is no shortcut to the living soul, unlike the lonely souls and wild ghosts that are entwined in his body, the old, weak, sick and disabled, each of these living souls in front of him is alive and vigorous, without vigorous vitality, such a good living soul cannot be nourished, and he is not an alien before his death, but at least the world's top athletes!

"What about the company?"

His eyes widened sharply, and he struggled to stand up with trembling hands, constantly searching around for people from the company.

"Yes, company! The company must be in charge! ”

"Any one of the souls of such a guy is enough to be sentenced to death!"

Yuan Tao glanced at this guy who had already been sealed as a demon, and he couldn't count on it at all.

He can understand the collapse of this Xue Wan, this guy was an extremely ruthless person in all sexuality back then, and for this filial piety, he brought a family to a master and refined it all.

This is nothing, when he was still digging the three melons and two dates in the cemeteries all over the world, and saw that others had reached a height that he could not reach in his life in thirty days, and any living soul was enough for him to drool for three days and three nights, that feeling can be imagined.

"So many flavors for the soul to enjoy." Su Ming's face in the air was full of intoxication, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

Two thousand living souls, it took half a minute just to release them.

The moment his eyes opened, there was no trace of blood red left, his eyes were pitch black, his eyes kept patrolling the crowd, and finally fell on Yuan Tao, who was cautiously moving towards the center, and smiled.

"Don't be afraid of death, accept it, be."

"Hug~"

A line of saliva couldn't help but overflow from the corners of his mouth with crystal sparkle, and with a wave of his hands, the overwhelming ghosts finally found their target at this moment, like thousands of pitch-black crows calling for death.

(End of chapter)