There are always people who like to explore something unknown, because the unknown always makes people feel excited, and Han Zaixin is like this at this time, in this world that has been illuminated by light, he began his journey. The original endless soul had long since disappeared at this time, turning into a part of his soul body, and he himself didn't know what kind of state he was in now, because he didn't have a reference at this time, but the soul body that seemed to be like a substance did show that he couldn't be better now.

Constantly moving along the purple space barrier, the deep purple in his eyes was all in sight, and he gradually felt an invisible tiredness, because he didn't know how long it had been, and the environment that had not changed in the slightest made people feel that they were just standing still. So Han Zaixin gradually became in a trance, and the endless memories that had not erupted in his mind began to churn because they had been tense, but they appeared in his mind like a movie, and it did not have an impact.

This empty space, colorful light filled all the corners, Han Zaixin himself was like a drop in the ocean, in the middle of which it seemed incomparably small, trying to find the back door left by the Great Elder of the Demon Sect in this seemingly endless space, it was a huge project.

Han Zaixin's heart became agitated, and although the countless memories did not produce other adverse effects, they still made him distracted. The points of light on his body shone like an infinite sea of stars, turning his whole person into a huge light bulb. The yin qi and resentment in the space gradually disappeared after the power of the five elements was attached to the flame of nirvana and burned out. Only Han Zaixin continued his lonely journey alone.

I don't know how long it took, Han Zaixin didn't remember how long he had walked along this spatial barrier, the speed of the speed became slow, and the originally transparent soul body gradually became chaotic, and the little colorful brilliance in the center of his eyebrows shone brightly, so that he didn't give up completely. A pair of eyes had become indifferent because of the long search, as if everything was not in his eyes.

"Click...... like a thunderbolt, a huge spatial crack appeared in this space, the dark color, even more gloomy than when the endless yin qi gathered before, as if it swallowed everything. The rift is like a big mouth, really devouring everything in this space, if it was before, then there will definitely be countless living souls sucked into it. But now this space is completely empty, and there is nothing, so in addition to the space crack that constantly devours the earth and space barrier of this space, there is only Han Zaixin who exists.

At this time, Han Zaixin was already thinking about nothing, dead and silent, not sad or happy, secretly in line with the supreme realm that cultivators have always pursued - no desire and no desire, but all this is completely useless. Because he is just a wisp of ghost now, without a body, this state of mind only allows the memory of the endless soul that has been churning in his heart to precipitate.

With the appearance of the space crack, Han Zaixin was awakened, a divine light flashed in his eyes, and he indifferently let this huge and incomparable space crack swallow himself, in the face of the endless years of dead and silent world, he had already looked down on everything, and countless memories had been precipitated in his mind, and he had also looked through it thousands of times, but he still had no clue about leaving here.

Even in his heart, there was a slight surprise at the appearance of this spatial rift, maybe this was an opportunity to leave here. Han Zaixin did not have the slightest hesitation and determination, everything was natural, not evasive, not pandering. Whatever he wants, this is his biggest gain during this time.

The space crack swallowed everything, and the ethereal space completely collapsed, turning into a piece of space powder like sand, Han Zaixin didn't know what these things were for, so he didn't care about it, but when the space was completely shattered, a crystal with a forty-eight faceted surface flashed out, and it rushed out directly towards the outside world.

Han Zaixin beckoned, took this thing into his palm, and then was sucked into the vortex formed by the spatial crack.

"Fortunately, it came in time! Although this kid's soul is out of his body, it has not yet been devoured by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!" "In the Sword Sect Ancestor Hall, Qing Xuanzi put Han Zaixin's body on the ground in front of the ancestor tablet, and then pinched the sword trick in his hand, and a mysterious red sword light shot out directly from the tips of his index and middle fingers, and slashed towards the small jet-black banner that was still floating strangely above Han Zaixin's head. But after a burst of gold and iron, without the slightest reflection, a series of mysterious magic seals slowly emerged on the flag body, blocking this sword qi from the outside.

"This Ten Thousand Souls Banner has actually been refined to the point of returning to the basics, it must be a figure at the level of the Supreme Elder of the Demon Sect who made a move, otherwise it will definitely be a ghostly spirit, and ten thousand souls will be swirling!" Therefore, he said out loud that this thing is no different from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, because all the monks in the 100,000 Great Mountains know the appearance of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and it also has the function of retaining the soul.

Han Zaixin's soul is out of the body at this time, and it is ironclad evidence, so this little banner must be the magic weapon of the Demon Sect. But this side of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is so ordinary, which makes people feel surprised. So the most likely explanation is that this thing has reached its own limit, and the extremes of things must be reversed, and it seems very ordinary.

"It's actually the Demon Sect Elder who made a move? This is impossible! If it was a master of that level, then Han Xiaozi would probably have died a long time ago!" Qing Xuanzi felt that this was unlikely, because as the head of the Sword Sect, he could figure out the state of mind of the Demon Sect Sect Master at this time, if there was a demon like Han Zaixin in other sects, would he ask a sect like Sword Void Old Dao to make a move at the first time?

The answer is no, because if you don't try it first, you go directly to the Supreme Elder, which is more or less a face-saving thing, how could the master of a sect make such a mistake.

"Then it's a new thing!, but the runes of the one thousand and eighty Ten Thousand Soul Banners on it are definitely not something that ordinary beginners can engrave!" Jian Xuan Dao once again speculated.

"There is a third possibility...... This was originally a powerful magic weapon, but some changes occurred during this operation to become what it is now!" Qing Xuanzi speculated: "The secret on Han Xiaozi is not ordinary! Maybe this will happen! This is the first time since the opening up of this small world!"

"Maybe! Now what we have to do is to break this side of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and find Han Xiaozi's soul!" said Jian Xuan Laodao, his hands raised slightly, and his left hand lightly pinched the sword fingers, and the snow bright sword qi swirled around the fingertips, like a dancing crane.

Qing Xuanzi also straightened his expression and did not make any moves, but the red sword light that had been shot out before swirled in mid-air at this time, like a bird like a forest and a milk swallow returning to its nest, and spread it towards the sword finger he was holding in his right hand.

"Okay, ice and fire combined, this time we will definitely be able to break through!" Sword Void Old Dao's gray hair fluttered with the strong wind generated by the drum of his True Yuan. The gray robe swayed, reflecting the face with a three-inch long beard, without the slightest wrinkle, ruddy and shiny, like a child. The strong wind blows, and the bluestone slabs on the ground are clean and dusty, but they can't hide the mottled traces between the stone slabs.

"Go!" The sword qi around the fingers rushed straight out, like a dexterous swimming fish, slashing through the air, and the antelope hanging horns were as traceable, but it met the red sword qi in the air like the water dragon.

The two sword qi fused into one, and the sword formation of the Sword Sect's two yi was perfectly interpreted by the two of them in this instant, and the two sword qi fused into one in mid-air, but they were distinct, like a red and snow-white pill.

Wisps of sword qi burst out in all directions on this pill, tearing the air apart, and the space also became shaky, like the distorted air above the blazing fire, and it was impossible to see through the sight. However, the divine consciousness of the two of them was tightly locked on this pill, and the mysterious trajectory of this Dao was engraved on it, which was the embodiment of the Dao of the two instruments between heaven and earth.

A mysterious trajectory like an S line is slowly rotating, blazing as fire on one side and as white as ice on the other. However, a balance was built between the continuous rotations, so that the two sword qi that were enough to split the mountains and cut through the sea were condensed together, and fell towards the small banner above Han Zaixin's head.

"Poof...... there was a muffled sound, and on the pitch-black banner, gilded runes emerged, resisting the destructive power of the two-colored pills, and the two forces were fighting against each other, and they seemed to be evenly matched.

Qing Xuanzi and Jian Xuan Lao Dao were both supreme masters who stood on top of the most powerful peak in the Xiaoqian World, and the power of the two of them was enough to make all the monks in this world look sideways. But after all, the two of them didn't attack with all their strength, they just sent out a sword aura from each other, and the real power was not enough in case.

And the black banner on Han Zaixin's head is the natal magic weapon of the Great Elder of the Demon Sect, nearly a thousand years of tempering is enough to make this black banner indestructible, if it weren't for Han Zaixin's complete killing of the endless souls in it, maybe the two can really fight for two more rounds. But at this time, this Demon Sect's peerless magic weapon was already an empty shell, and the pitch-black giant face that existed as a weapon soul had also been killed, where was it still the opponent of the two supreme cultivators?

So in just three breaths, the resistance of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was declared a failure, and then the red and white sword pills were directly split on the body of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, tearing a gap.