Ji Ping rushed into the middle of the corpse ghosts, and immediately attracted many corpse charms to attack. In just an instant, Wu Ni soared into the air, and the black mist on the streamer sword in his hand dissipated, revealing his original appearance, and the dazzling white light illuminated the entire dark void with a hint of chill.

There was no stop, no hesitation. Wuni rose up with the streamer in her hand and slashed into the void above with all her might.

"Click"

A beam of light shone in from the dark void, piercing the heavens and the earth like the light of the Kunlun sky. So dazzling in the dark, yet so warm. Those corpse ghosts who were originally attacking Ji Ping suddenly stopped, standing in place at a loss, the faint green light in their eyes gradually dimmed, until they disappeared and were no longer half angry. The fierce spirits in mid-air seemed to have seen something terrible, and they avoided them one after another.

Slowly, slowly, the crack in the void in the darkness grew bigger and bigger, two beams of light, three beams of light, until it completely cracked and collapsed.

Warm sunlight floods the ground, illuminating the entire courtyard.

"Wonderful, wonderful"

As soon as the words fell, a black mist gathered in the void, and the shadow of a person gradually appeared in the black mist.

"I didn't expect you to know the flaws in the dark. But it doesn't matter, I originally wanted to sacrifice your soul to this soul flag, but now that the magic weapon has been destroyed, it seems that I can only do it myself. Zhang Daoyi's gloomy voice, although his words were still calm, there was no calmness in his tone. Then he said to himself: "It's just that there is one thing I have never figured out, I don't know what kind of treasure it is, it can dispel my thousands of fierce spirits, the soul suppression stone? No, he can only fix the soul, but he has no ability to drive the soul." I really want to see what the hell is a treasure."

Ji Ping didn't speak, just looked at Zhang Daoyi in the distance, only to see his figure move and disappear into the black mist again, and then the black mist rushed towards the two of them with lightning speed. The speed was so fast, Ji Ping subconsciously dodged, but the black mist followed like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and it was getting faster and faster.

"It's not a way to go on like this, and sooner or later you won't be able to escape. It's a big deal, twenty years later, he is still a hero," Ji Pingxin said, secretly condensing the little soul power left on the jade flute.

Closer, closer, Ji Ping's figure suddenly stopped, raised the jade flute and struggled towards the black mist. It's just that this hard blow didn't hit anything as he expected, but the black mist, bypassing the jade flute, was already close.

If the blow misses, I don't dare to be careless, but I don't know how strange this black fog is. When he was about to retreat, he found that his body had been tightly entangled by the black mist, and he was nailed in place and couldn't move for half a minute. Ji Ping was shocked and struggled hard, but to no avail after all. Then an old hand appeared in the black mist, and it seemed that only bones and protruding green tendons remained on it. The hand gestured in the air a few times, and the lengthy incantation was chanted.

"Soul Searcher" Wuni opened her mouth to shout when she heard the lengthy incantation, but it was already too late.

The incantation lingered in my ears, like a demon crying, sometimes low, sometimes whispering, sometimes sharp. Ji Ping felt as if something was about to explode in his brain, the pain was unbearable, and the qi and blood in his body seemed to gush out of his body. Memories come flooding in, and scenes of what I have experienced come to mind. But there was a voice in the depths of the soul, as if chanting a difficult and obscure incantation.

Wu Ni couldn't care about anything else, and quickly ran towards Ji Ping like a ghost, with a bright streamer, with a sharp sound of breaking the sky, piercing into the black mist. Snort, it seemed like something was gushing out - bright red blood.

Wu Ni didn't expect to be able to succeed so easily, and had doubts in her heart, but at this time, she couldn't think about it carefully, and looked at Ji Ping with concern, and her heart was even more horrified when she saw it. Ji Ping's long hair, whose face was covered with blood, had spread out and floated behind him, like a god and demon, his face was pale, and there was a faint black gas rising between his eyebrows, and he kept saying this in his mouth, his words were low, and it was so difficult that blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth every time he said a word.

Wu Ni desperately wanted to rush up and hug Ji Ping, but there seemed to be some force invisibly isolating him. Several times in succession, the outstretched hands were not able to advance half a point. Despair! Desperate! Because she knew that it would be difficult to stop this soul search once it began, and that even if the soul search person did not die, all memories would be emptied.

Suddenly, Ji Ping's eyes opened suddenly, the black in his eyes had disappeared, and the strange and bewitching red light instantly lit up.

"Haha...... Ha...... Ha" A long laugh sounded so depressing, as if it had been silent for thousands of years, and it was so arrogant.

Although Wu Ni could hear the laughter coming from Ji Ping's mouth, the gloomy voice didn't look like the voice of a living person at all, but more like the roar of an evil ghost from hell.

There was no movement, Zhang Daoyi suddenly flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground. His face was pale, there was no trace of blood, but his expression was extremely excited, even a little crazy, and he had forgotten the pain on his body. "Is the soul final scroll on you, what about the Qingdi soul stone? Hahahaha, the soul stone is out, the heaven and the earth are dead, it seems that this sentence that has been passed down for thousands of years is about to be fulfilled. The sky still lives up to my soul in the end. It won't be long before the Soul Sect is just around the corner. After speaking, he stretched out his right hand and tore off his left arm as if he had made up his mind, and suddenly the blood mist was filled, and his figure disappeared in the blood mist in a blink of an eye.

Ji Ping's eyes flashed red, and he didn't care about Zhang Daoyi's movements, as if he was the only one left in this world.

The last word of this lengthy incantation finally blurted out, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth changed. It was supposed to be sunny, but suddenly a black fog spread out, obscuring the sky. Not even the sun's beams could penetrate the dark fog. The yin wind rose again, and it was even more cold than under the spirit flag, and the soul seemed to be about to be frozen. Terrible voices came from all around. Countless fierce spirits came and went back for some reason, frantically surging into this black fog, and the mournful wails seemed to reveal a faint excitement.

"Want to escape?"

Ji Ping's right hand was the palm of his hand, and he waved it into the air, seemingly casual, but the terrifying fluctuations in the space made people feel unprecedented horror. Immediately, a miserable wail was heard not far away.

Zhang Daoyi got up from the ground with difficulty, his clothes were already in tatters, and blood kept gushing out of his seven orifices. But still laughing

"What are the consequences of forcibly urging this soul-devouring blood curse with a mortal body? Killing and becoming a demon is no better than death, and one day life will be ruined, but I can't see this beautiful picture."