The tragic scene played out again, and the patriarch of the guarding tribe closed his eyes and once again unleashed a thunderbolt, slashing down on the remaining invaders.

The fearless intruder with a look of fear, shrouded in the thunder, this moment was frozen, Long Fengxuan silently closed his eyes.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable One by One!" Long Fengxuan let out a long sigh, and Sen Ran's eyes fixed on the place where the black flag was not far away.

After Long Fengxuan opened his eyes, as he knew, the whole land was full of corpses, thousands of people died in just half a day, and the invading tribe was not alive, and the remnants of the thunder were still there.

The people guarding the tribe were all consumed alive by the flames and turned into a cloud of ashes, and the patriarch of the tribe still burned with flames, staring in one direction.

"Jie Ji ....." At this time, a gloomy laughter came out, and the black flag not far away floated over, the skeletons on the black flag were flying, and the resentful spirit let out a seeping scream, making people's scalps tingle, and with the black flag floating over, followed by a man with a thin face, hehe sneered and walked over step by step.

"The Thor Totem is really powerful, I can't imagine that you still have such a hole card hidden!" the man sneered and said proudly.

"Even death won't make you feel better!" the tribal patriarch burned all over, and without a superfluous word, he once again thought about attacking.

"It's already the limit for you to launch twice, I didn't expect that there would be such a gain this time, obediently become my resentful spirit.....!" The thin man smiled darkly, and after being thin, he gently pointed towards the patriarch, the patriarch who was originally full of flames was extinguished at this moment, and the shadow of the thunder god behind him slowly disappeared, and the patriarch whose whole body was scorched black by the fire was already speechless, staring at the thin man with resentful eyes.

"Hate, hate well, the more you hate, the more useful it will be to me.....!" The eerie laughter came out again, and the black banner in mid-air shrouded towards the extremely resentful patriarch.

"Sonorous ....." At the last moment, a bronze long sword suddenly crossed the middle of the patriarch and the thin man, and a Taiji phantom covered the dying patriarch.

The thin man's grim smile froze on his face, "Who is it?" The thin man looked back suddenly, and Long Fengxuan, who looked like an elder, walked over slowly.

"The cultivation realm stipulates that monks are not allowed to interfere in mortal affairs, you have caused thousands of deaths without permission, and you have also refined the inhumane Soul Gathering Banner, it is not ......a pity to die," Long Fengxuan said silently.

The rule that monks are not allowed to interfere in mortal affairs has a long history, and contaminating mortal worldly things will make monks unprovoked contamination of cause and effect, and everyone's choice will bear the corresponding price.

"Boom...... It seems that you are also a famous disciple, there are many surprises, my baby is even stronger!" The thin man sneered, directing the eerie Soul Gathering Banner towards the Dragon Wind Xuan.

The Soul Gathering Banner was eerie and terrifying, and Long Fengxuan was very unsightly at hand, and the skulls and resentful spirits screamed and pounced on him.

"Hmph!" Long Fengxuan snorted coldly, Yuan Dan didn't bother to urge, dealing with such a monk who had just entered the realm of qi cultivation, and solved it with a wave of his hand.

At that moment, Long Fengxuan slowly stretched out his right hand, a trace of bloody power was revealed, and slowly met the Soul Gathering Banner, the skull and resentful spirit were like an electric shock at the moment they pounced on Long Fengxuan, revealing a frightened look, struggling to escape from Long Fengxuan's right hand.

The thin man looked at this scene suspiciously, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation, the Soul Gathering Banner has always been devoured by everyone, and it is rare to resist.

At the moment, the thin man continued to pinch the law, forcing the Soul Gathering Banner to devour Long Fengxuan, facing the power of blood, the resentful spirit was terrified, and it was too late to escape, how dare he devour Long Fengxuan, so then the Soul Gathering Banner let out a terrible cry, broke free from the control of the thin man, and fled away with the black qi of the forest.

The thin man looked at this scene in horror, at a loss, he understood that he was in trouble this time, he had always wantonly slaughtered and forced tribal wars in the world, this time I am afraid that there will be less evil, looking at Long Fengxuan looking at his indifferent eyes, the thin man couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Sogou Library

Long Fengxuan looked at the distant Soul Gathering Banner thoughtfully, and then lifted the thin man and looked at him lightly.

"Immortal Chang spares his life, the disciple is forced to do so, and I also ask the immortal chief to let the disciple go for the sake of the disciple's cultivation is not easy!" The thin man burst into tears, and he no longer laughed as before.

"What's down here, and how did that Soul Gathering Banner come from, it's from the truth!" Long Fengxuan said indifferently.

"Immortal Chief, if the disciple says that he will surround the disciple's life, I will say!" the thin man's eyes rolled wildly, and he said anxiously.

Long Fengxuan's eyes were on the side, and the sword finger in his left hand was slowly raised, dealing with this kind of person, Long Fengxuan didn't bother to speak.

"Immortals are long and slow, you don't know anything after killing your disciple!" the thin man hurriedly begged for mercy.

"There is a method called soul searching!" Long Fengxuan said lightly.

"Immortal Chief, I say, I'll say anything!" The thin man's face was like ashes, paralyzed to the ground, and the last trace of illusion was gone.

"Tell me everything, I can give you a good time, otherwise you know very well the monk's methods!" Long Fengxuan said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, the disciple knows everything, the disciple's name is Zhao Ping, he once practiced in the Holy Land, and he happened to pass by this place when he went out to practice with limited qualifications, and then he was captured by a Yin Spirit here, and since then he has been coerced by him to refine this Soul Gathering Banner to summon his soul!" Zhao Pingxu said.

"What's down here?" Long Fengxuan pointed to the ground and asked lightly.

"..... here" Zhao Ping showed a look of fear.

"Say!" Long Fengxuan snorted coldly, and the Qing Ying Sword rode to Zhao Ping's neck and said lightly.

"I said, I said, at first I thought he was just an ordinary Yin Spirit, and I would destroy him after my cultivation increased greatly, after all, no one wants to be a puppet, but his body is not a Yin Spirit at all, but a monster with nine heads, and the Yin Spirit is just a servant of him, and his purpose is to ......" Zhao Ping said this, and his eyes widened suddenly.

"Ahh Yes... Ah.......h

Long Fengxuan frowned, he was sure that Zhao Ping was dead, there were no bones, and the existence behind it was the thing that refined the soul gathering flag, which not only needed souls, but also needed a lot of blood, the purpose was self-evident, there were nine monsters from the flood to the present, I don't know how many.

After being sealed by the supernatural person, he took the opportunity to be reborn, and the blood sacrificed the soul to summon, nothing more than these means, Long Fengxuan couldn't be clearer, and the escape of the Soul Gathering Banner before was deliberately done by Long Fengxuan.

"Shangxian ......." was just as Long Fengxuan was thinking, and there was an intermittent low voice behind him.

Patronizing and interrogating the evil cultivator Zhao Ping, the dying patriarch Long Fengxuan almost forgot, but fortunately, the previous endless Taiji phantom protected the patriarch, and he was not dead, but his vitality had been burned out by the fire, and he was powerless to return to the sky.

"Shangxian, although our clan is dead, but there are still remaining, I hope that Shangxian will pity our lowly people, reward the little girl with a mouthful of food, accept her as a maid and slave, give her a way to live, I am willing to take out the thunder god totem and pray to the immortal!" The patriarch's originally dying and scorched body actually endured the pain and knelt down, knelt in front of Long Fengxuan, holding a sheepskin roll in both hands, and said heavily and hoarsely.

Long Fengxuan was silent, the reason was not only because of all the dead people on this land, but because the patriarch of the tribe had been burned out by the fire, Long Fengxuan didn't understand how he knelt down, he was already dead when he finished speaking, and his body gradually turned into ashes.