Forging vortex is a relatively rare supernatural power, at least in the main peak of Wanlumen, this supernatural power cultivation must be cultivated by Dumen to be able to master, but not all Dumen immortals can learn it, such as Zhang Deyuan, who has never been able to comprehend.

Once this magic power is cast, it can absorb a large number of souls, whether it is fighting methods or snatching souls, it occupies a great advantage.

Finally, there is the blood ritual, this technique is the final magic power of the main peak soul flag, and when you cast this technique, you can make the power of the soul banner increase several times in an instant.

Although there are few disciples, one-third of the reason why Wanlumen has a great reputation is because of this technique.

It's just that the cultivation of this technique is even more difficult, and even some disciples of the Jingmen realm can't master most of them.

With a wave of Wang Mo's right hand, the forging vortex dissipated, and a soul banner appeared in his hand, and under a dance, a large number of souls were sucked into it.

Zhang Deyuan's face was ugly, revealing a trace of bitterness, and the soul banner that he had collected for several years was snatched away by life like this, and he sighed secretly, Zhang Deyuan could only smile bitterly.

This is the rule of Wanlumen, he originally came here to rob Wang Mo's soul flag, but he failed at the moment, although he was bitter, he could only sigh, hugged his fist at Wang Mo, and Zhang Deyuan left unremarkably.

Wang Mo slapped the Dumen soul in his hand into the ancient black sword, and suddenly, this soul and the original main soul before, the two Dumen souls immediately tore each other apart.

Wang Mo didn't look at this flag again, he knew that the two Dumen souls would inevitably be divided into winners and losers, the winner would become the new main soul, and the loser would be a vassal.

Liuyue and Liuxi, at the moment, were worried in their hearts, standing aside and not daring to speak, don't look at Liuyue's previous words were full of confidence, but now, she can no longer be confident, she never thought that this senior brother would actually master the forging vortex.

Wang Mo's eyes swept around, this place is elegant and extraordinary, but it also has a unique charm: "Change the internal and external pattern of my cave mansion without authorization, stop this matter, you two leave immediately." Wang Mo said in a flat tone.

Liuyue showed a pleading look on her face and said, "Don't forget Senior Brother, the two of us won't bother you, if we go out now, the souls we have worked so hard to collect will definitely be snatched away, Senior Brother, we just want to find a safe place to cultivate, and we will never cause you trouble." ”

Wang Mo didn't speak, but his eyes were cold... Liuyue was swept away by that gaze, and immediately trembled in the bottom of her heart.

Liuxi was already timid, but at this moment it was even worse, she directly shed tears, she was a talented and intelligent person, and her cultivation was extremely fast, although she was timid, but with the cultivation of the Eight Palaces of the Injured Gate, she gritted her teeth and won in a big competition of outer disciples and became an inner disciple.

But after entering here, she found that it was not at all what she thought, this main peak was full of the weak and the strong, and the gap between it and the ideal immortal cultivation sect in her heart was too big.

Wang Mo frowned, his heart was slightly complicated, and after a while, he waved his sleeves and knocked the second daughter unconscious, Wang Mo is not a good person, but he is not hard-hearted, thinking of what happened to him a few years ago, a trace of unbearability flashed in his heart, and with a wave of his sleeve, he threw the second daughter out of the cave a few feet away, and did not expel the second daughter.

After a while, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked into the cave, and sat down cross-legged: "Cultivation is no longer an obstacle, as long as the immortal soul is completely recovered, it can be restored to the realm of death in one fell swoop, and the most important thing at the moment is to restore the immortal soul." To restore the immortal spirit, you need to find a more powerful spiritual pressure shroud, so that you can forcibly recover. Wang Mo pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, and his body shook and disappeared in place.

Deep in the spiritual veins under the main peak, Wang Mo's figure appeared.

The place where he is the lowest part of the spiritual vein of this main peak, and three hundred zhang to his left is where the purple soul flag is located......

At this distance, the main soul of the strange demon beast in the soul banner could not be affected.

Sitting here cross-legged, Wang Mo could feel that the aura around him was slowly condensing, Wang Mo took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, this time, he did not exhale the aura, but concentrated on squeezing the immortal spirit through the spiritual pressure, so that the immortal spirit could be retracted as soon as possible.

Time passed slowly, Liuyue and Liuxi had already woken up, and the two of them saw that where they were, not outside the scope of the cave, and immediately guessed in their hearts, and finally after the two discussed, they made a small cave in the place where they woke up, and meditated on the spot.

On this day, Wang Mo was frantically squeezing the immortal spirit with the huge spiritual power of the entire spiritual vein, and suddenly he opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes showed a trace of agility.

Although his immortal spirit has not fully recovered, it has improved a lot compared to a few months ago, and at this moment, there are only two traces left on his face.

Wang Mo's eyes flickered, his immortal sense swept away, and he landed on the place where the purple soul fan was located three hundred zhang away.

At this moment, I saw a phantom shadow, which suddenly appeared outside the soul flag, and suddenly, a roar came out of the black mist, and the strange demon beast main soul immediately rolled out, with huge fierce eyes, exuding bursts of bloodthirsty light.

"Roar"

In the midst of the roar, the phantom immediately retreated, quickly condensing.

Wang Mo Immortal swept it away, and immediately recognized this person, he was the old man in the bluestone hall that day, and the Great Elder of the Main Peak who could leave death only with the mysterical understanding.

"Damn, these 100,000 soul flags are getting stronger and stronger, with my cultivation speed, when will I be able to refine these soul flags!" the old man's face was gloomy.

The strange demon beast main soul, after seeing the old man, did not take the initiative to attack like seeing Wang Mo, and while his eyes showed a fierce light, there was a faint twinkle of mockery.

"Evil animal!" The old man's eyes sharpened, and he shouted: "The ancestor had an order back then, and the three-pole soul banner suppressed under the three peaks, the virtuous people lived in it, and sooner or later, one day, you must be in the hands of the old man." ”

"Roar!!" black gas erupted from the demon beast's nose, and the contempt in its eyes became even stronger.

"Hmph" The old man patted the storage bag, and immediately there were many pale golden soul flags in his hand, and he shook it, and suddenly it seemed to be an endless general soul, and immediately emerged, among these souls, there was a main soul of the realm of the three palaces of Jingmen, and after the main soul, there were dozens of auxiliary souls of the first and second palaces of Jingmen, and in the back, it was densely cultivated to have different attachments.

"Ten thousand souls attack the heart!" the old man shouted, the soul banner in his hand pointed forward, and suddenly all the souls around him let out a piercing roar, and suddenly rushed towards the demon beast main soul.

The demon beast master's eyelids were raised, his body moved, and he rushed into the soul like lightning, and he didn't dodge at all, but opened his mouth and swallowed it frantically.

The old man was obviously not fighting with this beast for the first time, there was not the slightest surprise on his face, but a trace of determination, he watched one soul after another being swallowed by the demon beast, and every time he swallowed one, the body of the demon beast would be a little bigger.

With his cultivation, he couldn't fight against this demon beast, but after all, he was deeply equipped with the art of soul refining and possessed ten thousand souls, so he could barely fight.

After a while, the old man's hands pinched the trick, changing rapidly, and suddenly, his hands were immediately blood-red, and drops of blood were forced out from the sweat pores in his hands, and gradually, the old man's expression was solemn, and in front of him, a fist-sized blood ball appeared.

"Blood ritual!" The old man's voice was low, and the moment he blurted out the words, the blood ball immediately collapsed, and with a "boom", it turned into a little bit of blood, and suddenly covered the surroundings within a hundred zhang.

Suddenly, on the body of the demon beast main soul, those souls that were swallowed by it were as if they had eaten a big tonic pill, and they drilled frantically, wanting to rush out of the body of the demon beast main soul.

In the outside world, there are also a large number of souls, which are constantly attacking under the influence of the main soul.

Even those souls in the Jingmen realm can actually release spells between each other, so that the internal and external troubles of the demon beast master soul immediately roared again and again, but in its eyes, there was still a thick mockery.

Suddenly, the demon beast roared violently, and suddenly, on the purple soul banner under him, a black gas immediately flew out again, and this black qi changed instantly, and it actually formed a demon beast again.

The appearance of the two demon beasts is the same when touched!

The old man's face was ugly, the last time he fought with this soul banner was after the second demon beast appeared, he was defeated and retreated, and when he saw the second demon beast again at this moment, his eyes immediately became gloomy.

He slapped the storage bag again, and suddenly the black light flashed in his hand, turning into a huge flagbell, the handle of which was a silver cylinder, and there were naturally some complex patterns on it.

"The old man borrowed this trapped god flag bell from Sanfeng with a heavy treasure, just to deal with you, the second demon beast!" The old man shouted, the bell in his hand shook, and suddenly the sound of bells came out, as soon as these sound waves appeared, they immediately turned into illusory demon beasts with a single horn but a human form, and rushed towards the demon beast with a roar.

The souls of the two demon beasts were trapped, and they roared again and again... The old man showed a hint of joy and controlled the magic weapon in his hand with all his might.

However, at this moment, another black gas emerged from the purple soul flag, and a third demon beast appeared.

The old man scolded unwillingly, this time, it was the one that he made the most progress, forcing out the third demon beast, but, today, it was also his most helpless day, before he analyzed, how many main souls were there in this purple soul flag, originally thought it was one, but when he entangled the demon beast with the soul banner many years ago, and the winner was not decided, another one actually appeared.

The second time I came, I was also defeated by the second demon beast.

This third time, he made a big decision to exchange for the flagbell, but bitterly found that there was a third one.

In this way, he couldn't help but think that maybe after the third, there would be a fourth, fifth, and sixth head...... "No wonder this flag has been here for many years, and no one can ......collect it," the old man sighed and was about to give up.

Suddenly, a huge immortal consciousness suddenly descended from all around, the old man's face changed greatly, he couldn't even resist under this immortal consciousness, this feeling was only felt when facing a dead ancestor.

It's just that compared with the feeling back then, it is several times stronger at this moment.

"This must be a dead ancestor. The old man's body trembled, and he immediately said: "Disciple Ma Mohan, see the ancestor ......"

The immortal consciousness swept away, and the third demon beast immediately snorted miserably, and was entangled in black qi one after another, roaring and trying to break free.

"Hmph!" a cold snort came from the void, and then, a big hand immediately turned into a form and grabbed towards the purple soul flag.

At this moment, the purple soul banner immediately became windless, and suddenly, the souls of three demon beasts in a row immediately conjured out from within it and roared towards the palm.

In the eyes of the three-headed demon beast, a fierce light flashed, and there was a hint of fear.

The huge palm, under the slap and slap, suddenly a demon beast snorted miserably, dissipated, turned into countless souls, and rushed to disperse in panic.

The other two demon beasts immediately pounced and became entangled with the palms.

The cold snort in the immortal consciousness came again, this time, countless black gases roared from all directions, and these black gases condensed each other to form a black long sword, flashing bursts of green electric light, stabbing towards the demon beast.