Soon after the Dao Sect left, the disciples of the Yuhua Pavilion also left one after another.

After the blood essence of the Sun-devouring Python disappeared, there was nothing left in Tianhe Valley worthy of their nostalgia.

At the bottom of the cold lake, Qin Yi and Xihua walked in the cave, and the ice walls on both sides flickered with a shimmering white light, looking a little dreamy.

Xiao Budian led the road in front, shrugging his nose as he ran, probably identifying the direction.

Suddenly, it listened, chirping in place, and Qin Yi could hear the excitement in its voice.

"Arrived?" he thought to himself.

When he walked to the front, he suddenly had a shocked look on his face.

The cave in front is very wide, and a cold vein several zhang thick lies in the cave, and the two ends of the cold vein extend towards the depths of the cave, and there is no end in sight.

The surrounding ice crystals stood upside down on the ground, shimmering with a glowing glow.

There are white stones piled up next to the cold veins, which should be ice spirit stones derived from the cold veins.

The Ice Spirit Stone is more precious than ordinary Spirit Stones, because it contains a single attribute of spiritual energy, and it is easier for monks who practice the Cold Ice Technique to absorb and refine it.

"Wow!"

Xihua, who followed behind, saw this cold vein, and was shocked, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

You must know that a cold vein of such a scale is extremely rare in the immortal cultivation world.

There is also a spiritual vein under the sect of their Flower Sect, although it is a few points larger than the scale of this cold vein, but it is mottled with aura, and its value is not comparable to this cold vein at all.

She instantly had the urge to move this cold vein back to Huazong in her heart, but she dispelled this idea when it first appeared.

Not to mention whether she can move it, even if she can move, how she can bring out the spirit ruins is also a problem.

You must know that the Trap Yin Mountain outside the spirit ruins is now gathered by countless immortal sect masters, which of those people is not a human spirit, how can they watch her go back with a cold vein?

When the time comes, I am afraid that what I will bring back will not be a spiritual vein, but a calamity!

The husband is not guilty of his guilt, and she still understands this truth.

"Chirp-chirp-"

The little little figure turned into a white light, jumped to the cold vein and lay on his stomach, four little paws holding the cold vein, looking like he was enjoying it.

Looking at the image of Xiao Budian's hara, the corners of Qin Yi's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help covering his face, "I'll go, it's a shame!"

He walked to the cold vein, picked up an ice spirit stone on the ground, felt it slightly, his eyes lit up, and he secretly exclaimed that he had made a fortune!

He quickly squatted down and stuffed the ice spirit stones scattered on the ground into the Qiankun bag.

It's a pity that the space of the Qiankun bag is limited, and it can't be loaded for a while.

Looking at the ice spirit stones scattered around, Qin showed a look of pity in his eyes, and his face was painful.

Xihua looked at his greedy appearance, and felt like a little bit lying on the cold veins with a hara, and couldn't help but shake her head, her face was full of disdain.

Without any extra movements, she walked to the side of the cold vein, sat on the cold vein and closed her eyes, and with the help of the power of the cold vein, she hit the seal in her body little by little.

After Qin Yi's flesh hurt for a while, he also calmed down and came to sit down next to the cold vein.

He had just absorbed the blood essence of the Sun-devouring Python, and he still had to digest it.

The blood essence of the Sun Devouring Green Python was not at the same level as the blood essence of the demon beasts he had hunted before, and the power of qi and blood contained in it was completely different.

This drop of blood essence was only a little worse than the blood essence left by Kong Xiu after his death before, and it could be said that it was the only two rich blood essences that Qin Yi had ever seen.

What level is the blood essence left by Kong Xiu? That is enough to condense a drop of great goblin blood, although the blood essence of the Sun Devouring Green Python is not so exaggerated, but as long as Qin Yi completely digests it, it will not be far from the time when the blood of the great goblin is condensed.

As soon as Qin Yigang used his spiritual power, he suddenly shuddered. The spiritual power in the cold veins is too strong, and when he cultivates here, the spiritual power runs several times faster than usual.

Xiao Budian may have eaten too much before, and soon fell asleep when lying on the cold vein.

The cold veins shimmered with a glowing glow, the aura in the air was beating actively, and the cave could only faintly hear the flow of gas.

Both of them and the beast fell silent, and everything was quiet again.

During the time that Qin Yi entered the cultivation, earth-shaking changes took place in the spirit ruins.

The Hundred Sects of Immortal Sect didn't know what method to use, and when they knew the role of the blood essence in the spirit ruins, the entire immortal cultivation world suddenly boiled.

In a very short period of time, they sent batch after batch of disciples into the spirit ruins to snatch the blood essence.

For these sects, there are countless low-level disciples like this, even if they are sacrificed in the spirit ruins, they are not distressed, but if they stand out in this battle, then they can enhance the overall strength of the sect.

Besides, the path of cultivating immortals was originally killed from countless corpses, so if you want to be comfortable, why bother cultivating immortals?

After the news of the blood essence spread, countless scattered cultivators also came to the Yin Mountain, and the major immortal sects did not prevent these people from entering the spirit ruins.

First, after all, the scattered cultivation in Kyushu belongs to the majority, and it is impossible for the hundred schools of Xianmen to blatantly suppress the scattered cultivation.

Second, these scattered cultivators entering the spiritual ruins are not a kind of tempering for the disciples of their respective sects, which is exactly what they want.

At the same time as the Immortal Cultivation Realm shook, the Spirit Ruins were also completely chaotic.

As groups of monks entered the spirit ruins, the competition for blood essence became more and more intense.

The victor gains blood essence and becomes stronger, and the loser loses the life of the zombie and is devoured by the spirit ruins.

The hunt between the monk and the demon beast is dangerous, and the battle between the monk and the monk is even bloodier.

Many monks knew what to expect before they chose to enter the ruins, but they came anyway.

Some of them are lowly talented, because they know that if they don't fight hard, then they will always struggle at the bottom of the immortal cultivation world.

The lowest level of the immortal cultivation world often lives more difficult than mortals, they have almost no cultivation resources, and they usually have to do some miscellaneous work, and when the immortals fight, they are cannon fodder, and they will always rush to the front line, no one wants to live such a life.

So instead of living in such a humble life, it is better to take a fight for a better future.

There are also some people who enter the Spirit Ruins who are just the opposite of those in front, they are the Tianjiao of various sects, and the sect chooses to tilt various cultivation resources towards them to cultivate them.

They entered the Spirit Ruins for the sake of experience and chance, and their eyes were all fixed on the Great Demon Inheritance!

It can be said that in the past few months, the blood flowing in the spirit ruins has been dozens of times that of before, and the cruelty of the immortal cultivation world has been vividly interpreted in front of interests!

On the wasteland to the west of the spirit ruins, as the sun set, a figure was stretched for a long time.

Twilight covered the wasteland with a golden veil, but the blood color was dotted with plum blossoms on top of this golden veil.

Zhou Cang held a long sword in his hand, the body of the sword was stained with blood, and it slipped from the tip of the sword drop by drop.

There were seven corpses lying on the ground, all of them wearing the same Taoist robes, and they should be disciples of the same sect.

All of them had only one wound on their necks, which was obviously fatal by a single blow.

This drop of blood essence floated on each corpse, exuding an aura of temptation in the air.

Hmmm-

Zhou Cang waved his sleeve, and a gust of wind suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him, and the wind swept up the blood essence, which was grabbed by Zhou Cang.

After absorbing the blood essence, Zhou Cang's eyes showed a look of regret.

"Not enough...... It's still not enough!" A hoarse voice sounded in the twilight, and it sounded creepy.

Glancing back at the corpse on the ground, a grim smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Cang's mouth.

I saw him take out a small banner from his arms, the small banner was black, and there was a blood-red grimace pattern in the middle of the banner.

The grimace pattern looks a little weird, with red lines knotted together, which makes people feel a heart-pounding feeling at first glance.

After taking out the small flag, Zhou Cang stretched out his thin hand and formed a pattern in the air, a grimace pattern that was the same as the one on the flag.

The blood-red grimace pattern slowly formed in the air, exuding an eerie aura.

Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew out of thin air on the wasteland, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves sounded all around, which sounded terrifying.

Immediately after, a mutation was born!

Blood burst out from the wounds of the seven corpses on the ground, slicing through blood-red arcs in mid-air, and finally converging on the face of the small banner in Zhou Cang's hand.

The haema absorbed the blood, and the grimace pattern on it became clearer.

Woo woo –

With the wail of the yin wind, gray shadows stood up from the corpse and slowly walked towards Zhou Cang.

When he arrived in front of Zhou Cang, a red light flashed on the little flag, and the gray shadow turned into a cloud of mist and poured into the little flag.

If there is someone from the Immortal Sect here, they will know that Zhou Cang is refining the Ten Thousand Soul Banners!

In the world of cultivating immortals, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is the most taboo kind of spell, and almost all righteous immortal sects will choose to send disciples to exterminate it when they encounter someone refining the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Refining the Ten Thousand Soul Banner requires the blood sacrifice of thousands of living people, and the souls of these people are confined to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and enslaved, which can be said to be an extremely bloody and cruel spell.

The formation of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner on one side, I don't know how many killings it will cause, and the cruelty and evil in the refining process are even more unimaginable, so the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is almost a taboo-like existence among the hundred schools of immortal sects.

Because the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is difficult to refine, many Demon Dao monks often choose to use mortal souls to refine it, which reduces the power of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but the difficulty of refining it also decreases.

And at this moment, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner held in Zhou Cang's hand was completely refined from the monk's living soul, and it was unimaginable how powerful it would explode when the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was completed!

Putting away the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, listening to the howl coming from the front of the Banner, Zhou Cang showed a satisfied look on his face.

Pulling out the long sword on the ground, Zhou Cang turned to leave, the light of the setting sun sprinkled on his body, but it couldn't dispel the gloom between his eyebrows.

Not long after Zhou Cang left, several crows flew over, perched on the corpses, and enjoyed their dinner.

They are the luckiest at such times, as their food is never short at this time.

It won't be long before these corpses will be like the wreckage of the wasteland, and they will eventually be buried in the yellow sand, and they will become a pile of dry bones, and no one cares about them......