In the dark night, Qin Ziyang's figure stepped on the flying sword, only more than two meters above the ground, moving slowly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info he played with a dark golden pagoda-like magic weapon in his hand, as well as a black storage bag.

Both of these things were taken from the dead Ghoul Sect monk. To be able to defeat the ghoul sect cultivator, Qin Ziyang can be said to have exhausted all his means.

Not only were the Nine Sons and Mother's Centipede Blade and the Nine Yin Cone destroyed, but even the Soul Crying Mirror was also summoned by him and destroyed the group of powerful ghosts. At this time, the Soul Crying Mirror was also floating quietly in the sea of knowledge, and no matter how close Qin Ziyang Shennian was, he didn't react, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He was also at a loss for this, and could only guess that this Soul Crying Mirror might be because he had swallowed too many powerful ghosts at one time, and was undergoing a series of changes.

Qin Ziyang looked into the distance, looking for a safe hiding place. Today, the surroundings of Wolong City are not very safe, in addition to the wave of monks of the Ghoul Sect, at least three or four waves of monks have been attacked, and they don't know what the worn-out animal skin is, which provoked Zheng and Zhao monks to fight.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the flying sword immediately flew towards the side of a mountain. There, a half-collapsed mountain temple sits halfway up the mountain. It seems that this place has just been involved in the aftermath of a wave of monk wars, and the dilapidated temple has collapsed in half, and even the statues of the gods in the temple have collapsed from it and scattered to the ground.

Qin Ziyang turned around for half a circle, and finally found a fairly complete house in the corner of the backyard and walked in. I saw that the house had no roof, and only half of the shade of the big tree fell from above. With a wide view and a breezy forest behind it, it's a great place to stay. Even if there is danger, you can get out of this place quickly.

He found a clean place to rest for a while. Playing with the Soul Cultivation Tower snatched from the hands of the Ghoul Sect monk in his hand, his divine thoughts were slowly injected.

This soul-nourishing pagoda is the iconic magic weapon of the Ghoul Sect, made of hundred-year-old spirit locust wood, which has the effect of nourishing the soul. However, the monks of the Ghoul Sect put the captured wild ghosts and resentful spirits into the Soul Raising Tower, and used the unique law of the Ghoul Sect to urge their wild ghosts to fight and devour in the Soul Raising Tower, and then produced powerful ghosts with strong resentment for them to drive.

Compared to raising Gu and spirit beasts, the way for the Ghoul Sect to capture wild ghosts to refine powerful ghosts is simpler and cheaper. After all, there will be wild ghosts everywhere, and if any monk has the good fortune to capture the spirit ghost, as long as he goes through a series of feedings, he will advance to the ghost pawn!

The strength of a ghost pawn is comparable to that of a Qi cultivation period monk. And the ghost pawns are all fierce and not afraid of death, and there are very few ghost pawns who will comprehend the talent spells, which is really the best helper for the monks of the Ghoul Sect!

It's a pity that when Qin Ziyang Shennian probed into the Soul Cultivation Tower, there was not a single wild ghost in this Soul Cultivation Tower, it was empty. Faced with this situation, he was not surprised, but hung the Soul Raising Tower casually on his waist.

When refining the Soul Cultivation Tower, it was also mixed with some Ethereal Crystals, so that the Soul Cultivation Tower could not be put into the storage bag.

Then, Qin Ziyang set his eyes on the storage bag that he had snatched from the ghoul sect monk.

The draugar sect monk had died, and the power of the divine thoughts attached to it had already been drained, and Qin Ziyang only took a little time to clean up the imprint on his storage bag.

Dipping his divine thoughts into the storage bag, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared in Qin Ziyang's eyes, and he was silent, and directly turned out the contents of this storage bag.

"Bang lala" There was a sound of things colliding, and I saw that the first thing that appeared in front of Qin Ziyang was a pile of pitch-black wooden sticks more than half a meter long and a finger thick, and there was a pitch-black and shiny animal skin hanging on the wooden sticks, which were depicted with strange patterns one after another.

"It's ...... Soul Flag?" Qin Ziyang said uncertainly, the mana slowly entered, a faint cool air flashed, and I saw one after another pale gray figures rising from this spirit flag, roaring silently.

"One, two, three...... Nine, ten, a total of ten resentful souls. Qin Ziyang said, then put his eyes on the pile of soul flags on the ground, and said, "Thirty soul flags, is this person going to refine ten thousand ghost flags?"

"Wait!" Qin Ziyang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he used his mana to carefully probe these spirit flags, and then probed these resentful spirits that were still floating in mid-air.

"These resentful souls are actually the souls of monks, how many monks has this person slaughtered!" Qin Ziyang couldn't help but shake his head and said: "It's a pity, these resentful souls are just ordinary monk resentful souls, and they can only turn into powerful ghosts after a series of sacrifices and breeding." After it turns into a powerful ghost, it can refine the real Ten Thousand Ghost Banners."

With this, Qin Ziyang found a magic weapon at the bottom of this pile of soul flags that was larger than other spirit flags, not only was this magic weapon far superior to other spirit flags in terms of material, but even the mana contained in it was far more than other spirit flags.

Even, when Qin Ziyang took out this spirit flag, a trace of fear actually appeared on the faces of the ten resentful souls floating in mid-air, and they screamed silently, and they involuntarily dodged around.

A hint of vigilance appeared in Qin Ziyang's eyes, and all the power of magic weapons such as the Soul Banner was above the ghosts contained in them. A powerful ghost is all of a soul flag, and if you lose the ghost thing in the spirit flag, the spirit flag will basically become a waste.

"I don't know what kind of ghost thing is refined in this spirit flag?" Qin Ziyang whispered, and then his divine thoughts slowly probed in.

As soon as his divine thoughts came into contact with this conjuring flag, an incomparably cold aura immediately rushed into his sea of consciousness, but before this cold air could come back to his senses, it was swallowed up by the golden light in the sea of consciousness.

Soon, Qin Ziyang's divine sense entered the inside of the Soul Flag. I saw that in the package of billowing black gas, a hideous tiger composed of pure black mist was curled up together, falling into a coma. There were a few remnants of ghosts all around, but none of them dared to disturb this monstrous tiger.

"I didn't expect that the main soul in this soul conjuring banner was actually a tiger demon soul, and I don't know how its cultivation is?" Qin Ziyang thought about it again and said, "Fortunately, the monk of the Ghoul Sect didn't release this tiger demon, otherwise I would have to waste a lot of effort if I want to win." It is more likely that this tiger demon was seriously injured by the people of the Yuanyang Sword Sect......"

"Hit into a serious injury...... Qin Ziyang's face changed suddenly, and he whispered: "Since the people of the Ghoul Sect have been seriously injured, the Yuanyang Sword Sect must have suffered a lot of losses, do you want to ......?"

Qin Ziyang looked up at the dark night sky and pressed down this temptation with a killing intent. At this time, his state is no longer at its peak, and he really can't take risks without handy magic weapons and opportunities.

In addition to this pile of spirit flags, there were still some middle-grade spirit stones in the storage bag of the ghoul sect monk, and there were only twelve left, as well as more than three hundred lower-grade spirit stones. It was obvious that in order to purchase the blood corpse, the Ghoul Sect monk had consumed the other spirit stones.

There are also a bunch of pills and talismans eaten by the monks of the foundation building period, and then there are the identity tokens of the Ghoul Sect, some refining materials, and so on.

In the end, Qin Ziyang set his eyes on the flying sword that was red and dark, and still flashed with a faint glimmer in the dark night!