Lin Xuan naturally wouldn't let it succeed, how could the heaven and earth elixir that he had found so hard to find be destroyed in front of his eyes.

After Lin Xuan frowned slightly, he stretched out his finger and lightly touched the blue snow ring, and shouted: "Hurry!"

Suddenly, the sixteen small rings that had been differentiated burst out at the same time, roaring towards the ghosts.

The speed of the best spirit weapon was extraordinary, and almost in the blink of an eye, it caught up in front of him, and the powerful ghost had to stop his body and concentrate on defense.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.

He stretched out his hand, hugged it into a ball, pinched a strange magic seal, and ran the spiritual power between his fingers, and then nodded at the blue snow ring.

A flame burned around the Snow Ring, a total of sixteen small rings, so there were also sixteen flames.

However, unlike the ordinary flame, which is red, this flame is as white as snow and spotless, and even after it appeared, the surrounding temperature did not rise.

However, the face of the terrible ghost showed a look of fear.

Innate fire!

Originally, this could only be displayed by a foundation building period cultivator, but Lin Xuan relied on the superb spiritual weapon in his hand and his own pure cultivation to make it appear in front of him.

The Pulp Cleansing Pill can improve strength, and the essence of ginseng has the effect of making the spiritual power in the body more pure, Lin Xuan does not need to take a large amount of money every day because of his purification ability, among the monks of the same level, there may be geniuses who have slightly more spiritual power in their bodies than him, but when it comes to the purity of spiritual power, that is, the high quality, Lin Xuan definitely ranks first, and even compared with the monks in the foundation building period, it is not much different.

Supplemented by the help of the best spiritual weapon, Lin Xuan successfully used the innate fire.

Seeing the frightened expression of the powerful ghost in his eyes, Lin Xuan took a breath, and the spirit control technique was cast, manipulating the Bixue Ring and its clone to trap the ghost in place.

Naturally, the ghost didn't want to be restrained, and opened his bloody mouth, spurting out several mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, and the blood mixed with the ghost mist, forming a black-red shield.

"Go!"

The night was long and dreamy, Lin Xuan didn't want to continue to delay here, and his mind moved, and the snow-white innate fire flew towards the ghost.

Silent, but extremely fast, the ghost had nowhere to hide, the innate fire hit its shield, like ice and snow melting, the color of the shield quickly faded, in the blink of an eye, it was crumbling, a trace of hesitation flashed in the ghost's eyes, but then it became resolute, opened its mouth again, and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood.

The essence blood sprinkled the shield, and the part that was dissolved by the innate fire returned to its original state, but Lin Xuan was not in a hurry, but there was a grim smile on the corner of his mouth, at this moment, the two sides had evolved into consumption, competing for mana.

His own innate fire was unleashed through spiritual weapons, and he had a slight advantage in itself.

And every time the other party spews out a mouthful of essence blood, the cultivation will drop by one point, so if the consumption continues, who wins and who loses, you can know at a glance.

Lin Xuan took out a spar from his arms and held it in his hand to replenish his mana, he was already in his hands, but now with such a layer of insurance, there was no reason to lose.

Time passed minute by minute, and half an hour later, the trapped ghost was already sweating like rain, and his body had shrunk a circle.

It's time!

Lin Xuan raised his hand and played a spell at the blue snow ring that was dripping and spinning in mid-air.

In the white light, the blue snow ring began to transform, twisting into the shape of a crescent blade, the cold light flashing, and the murderous aura was surging!

The ghost's expression was even more frightened, Lin Xuan didn't intend to give him more time to think, and said the truth: "Disease!"

The crescent blade roared towards the ghost, and the sharp sound of breaking through the sky was terrifying.

The ghost had no intention of fighting, and stopped spitting essence blood like a shield, and his body turned into a red light, wanting to fly away.

"I just want to run away now, it's too late!"

The blades of the sixteen crescents separated from each other, surrounding the ghosts layer by layer from all directions, and the innate fire that melted off the shield also flew over, forming a net of heaven and earth together with the crescent moon, and the ghosts were already unable to fly.

There was no blood flower, but countless yin qi emerged from the body of the fierce ghost that was dismantled, and then his remaining body twisted for a while, turning into one yin soul after another, panicked and wanted to escape.

This monster was originally formed by the soul of a fallen monk and the spirit of a demon beast, but now it has just been beaten back to its original form.

Looking at the flying Yin Soul, Lin Xuan re-grasped the Hundred Soul Banner and waved it gently, injecting spiritual power and throwing it into the sky.

After inhaling enough spiritual power, the Hundred Soul Banner that came out of his hand quickly grew larger, expanding from the size of a palm to a few zhang long and wide.

Streams of black gas shot out from inside.

Those black qi were like spirits, chasing the scattered ghosts, and then wrapped them in a roll.

The horror of the Yin Soul has reached its peak, and it is desperately struggling, but it is useless, this Hundred Soul Banner Demon Weapon is the nemesis of the ghost path.

It's good to deal with the powerful ghosts like that just now, but cleaning up these remnants of the ghosts is a good thing.

The souls of the monks and demon beasts did not fall, and all of them were entangled in black threads and rolled back into the Hundred Soul Flags.

Then the magic weapon returned to the size of a palm in the rotation and fell back into Lin Xuan's hand, unlike just now, the Hundred Soul Banner that had absorbed many souls was full of spiritual power, black and shiny, just holding it in his hand, he could feel the powerful energy contained in it.

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of triumph, from that demon cultivation technique, this Hundred Soul Banner was extraordinarily powerful, the more souls it absorbed, the more powerful it became, and at the end of the day, it could even be compared to the top-level top-grade spiritual weapons.

However, Lin Xuan has never sacrificed it, for no other reason, although Lin Xuan does not think that he is a soft-hearted and kind person, he is definitely not a cruel villain.

asked him to kill people and take souls in order to sacrifice magic weapons, Lin Xuan couldn't do such a thing, so this hundred soul flags had been placed in the storage bracelet and never used.

But now the situation is different, these demon beasts and monk souls that once gathered into powerful ghosts were originally their own enemies, how could they be polite to Lin Xuan, they didn't need mercy for the enemy, of course, they all had to be sucked into the Hundred Soul Banners.

Although it is a remnant soul, the number is also amazing, there are nearly a hundred, after absorbing so much nutrition, the hundred soul banner will go back and practice again, presumably it will be twice as powerful.

Although this battle was a little more dangerous, it was also very rewarding.