Xiao Ziyang looked through the slit in his eyes and looked at the person below who was seven or eight feet away from him.

As he got closer, he saw that the man was wearing a dark black cloak, and he was quite tall. Because he turned his back to Xiao Ziyang, he couldn't see his face clearly, but from the loose skin and gray hair behind his ears, it could be seen that this person was probably not young.

The man first stood on the edge of the platform, looked at the sleeping cottage below, and nodded in satisfaction.

He took two more steps back, sat down cross-legged, took something out of his bosom, and held it in his hand.

Seeing that person's action, Xiao Ziyang knew that he might be able to see it right away, what was it that could cause that terrifying pink skull, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

He hurriedly closed his eyes again and adjusted his mood.

When Xiao Ziyang opened his eyes again, he couldn't help but be surprised!

A black banner the size of a foot floated in front of the man, floating to the sound of the man's whispering incantation.

The black banner emitted a faint inky blue glow, and slowly grew with the man's spell.

Seeing this scene suddenly, Xiao Ziyang almost couldn't maintain his turtle breathing state, he hurriedly closed his eyes again, trying his best to calm himself.

But he couldn't suppress the accelerating heartbeat. There really is an immortal master in this world!

Xiao Ziyang closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, and after more than ten breaths, he finally stabilized the turtle breath state.

When he opened his eyes again, the black banner had turned into a foot high, two feet wide, hunting in the cold wind. The cold glow on the banner is even stronger.

On the banner surface, seven blood-red skeletons are embroidered. As the banner shook in the wind, the seven skeletons seemed to come to life.

Xie Qingcang is a casual cultivator, to be precise, a demonic path casual cultivator. He was only a cultivator of the third layer of Qi cultivation and the condensation period, but with the seven ghost flags left on the ancestor in front of him, he had killed a monk in the fourth layer of Qi cultivation and the induction period.

Don't look at the condensation method, the induction is only a layer of difference, the induction period is the first major pass on the road to cultivating immortals, and it is also called the entrance gate, and it is considered a real immortal master only after passing through. Induction up and down, the strength is far away!

This shows the extraordinaryness of this seven ghost flags.

The Seven Ghost Flags are a magical weapon, and unlike magic weapons, the power is fixed after being refined, but many magic weapons can increase the power of external objects. For example, this Seven Ghost Banner can increase its power by devouring the flesh and blood of mortal souls!

Xie Qingcang did evil in his hometown of Jinzhou, Xiliang Country, provoked a powerful group of scattered cultivators, and was forced to flee to the northwest, and he didn't want to kill and take revenge all the time.

This Seven Ghost Banner was Xie Qingcang's only hope for revenge. With his talent of the Nine Rank Miscellaneous Spirit Root, being able to cultivate to the condensation period is already blessed by the ancestors, and as for crossing the induction level, he can't even think of it.

The first two layers of qi cultivation and refining the gods belong to the preparatory stage of cultivation, and the monks at this stage are unable to use their bodies and control magic weapons, so they are not considered immortal masters.

Xie Qingcang barely succeeded in condensing the method, and his cultivation stagnated, and his cultivation in the cultivation realm was low, so the scope of this person's divine thoughts was also pitiful, but the circumference of the body was seven or eight zhang square.

Xiao Ziyang didn't know that he was lucky, the hiding place was just outside the detection range of this evil cultivator's divine thoughts, otherwise if he didn't let him do anything, how could he hide from the monk's divine thoughts.

Xie Qingcang manipulated the Seven Ghost Flags and slaughtered five or six large cottages in a row, and this magic weapon devoured the souls and flesh of five or six hundred people one after another, and its power increased significantly! This made him overjoyed, and he felt that revenge was just around the corner.

Xie Qingcang looked at the cottage under his feet, with a sinister smile on his face, his hand pinched the law, and shot a few red and black spiritual lights towards the Seven Ghost Banners.

The ghost light of the seven ghost flags rose sharply, and the seven red skulls on the banner suddenly burst out with blood-colored demonic flames, and they kept swimming on the banner surface, as if they were already impatient!

Xie Qingcang's face changed, and he rushed towards the black flag, but it seemed to have no effect, helplessly, he bit the tip of his tongue and opened his mouth to squirt out a mouthful of essence blood towards the black flag.

Feeding with his essence blood, the speed of the seven skeletons cruising on the surface of the banner slowed down significantly, and the boiling demonic flames on the ghost's body also calmed down a lot.

Spurting out this mouthful of blood, Xie Qingcang was extremely distressed, the mana was in deficit, and he could make up for it by meditating, but the essence blood was short, but it was extremely difficult to make up for it, and once he couldn't make it up, it would shorten the monk's life! Xie Qingcang spurted out at least two years of life with this mouthful of essence blood!

Xie Qingcang looked at the black banner in front of him with an ugly face, for some reason, this magic weapon has often shown signs of getting out of control recently, and it is becoming more and more difficult to suppress.

What Xie Qingcang didn't know was that the ancestors of the Xie family had spent a lot of effort to suppress this medium-grade magic weapon so that low-level monks in the condensation period could control it in order for future generations to have a powerful life-saving magic weapon.

The Xie family once produced an unscrupulous disciple and stole two classics, including the manipulation method specially written by the ancestor of the Xie family for this Seven Ghost Flag.

Xie Qingcang was already very dangerous to control this magic weapon with ordinary methods, but he had been very lucky and did not encounter the magic weapon backlash.

Now, according to his own half-understanding, he urged the magic weapon to devour flesh and blood and increase his power, which was tantamount to drinking to quench his thirst. Halfway through the monkhood, he didn't know that what he did was no different from looking for death, and he was still proud.

Xie Qingcang suppressed the churning qi and blood in his chest, and the law decisions in his hands changed continuously, and his hands were like butterflies wearing flowers, and he played dozens of law decisions in just a few breaths.

Under the urging of his decision, the seven ghost flags were full of ghostly light, and the seven blood-colored skulls suddenly broke away from the magic flags and swirled around him, and the ghost mouth opened wide and let out a silent howl towards him.

Looking at this strange scene, Xiao Ziyang could no longer maintain the turtle breath technique, and his heart beat wildly like a drum.

Xie Qingcang used all his mind at this time to suppress the seven ghost heads that were about to get rid of the reins, and all five senses were lost, not to mention the heartbeat ten zhang away, even if Xiao Ziyang spoke loudly at this time, he didn't hear it.

Xiao Ziyang was nervous for a long time, and when he saw that the immortal master was unaware of him, he suddenly noticed that the situation was different.

He looked carefully and found that although the man's hands were stable, his body was shaking slightly, and it seemed to be very difficult.

After a while, Xie Qingcang couldn't suppress the seven ghost heads, and opened his mouth to spew out two mouthfuls of essence blood.

After snatching and eating Xie Qingcang's essence and blood, the seven ghost heads calmed down again.

He didn't dare to delay, stretched out his hand and pointed to the cottage, and shouted in a low voice, "Go!"

Seven ghost heads flew around him twice, seemingly reluctantly drifting towards the cottage below. During the flight, the seven ghost heads rose in the wind, and when they flew over the cottage, they were already the size of wheels.

Xie Qingcang shot out more than a dozen magic decisive spiritual lights like lightning towards the black banner in front of him, and the seven ghost heads in the distance trembled, and suddenly exploded silently, turning into nearly a hundred red skeletons the size of fists, and under his urging, they suddenly rushed towards the cottage.

In an instant, a terrible and terrified scream sounded everywhere in the cottage.