After Shen Nian replied, Zhou Nan took out the ghost head banner he had harvested before and looked at it carefully. According to the records of the Blood Evil Sutra, this kind of small banner is called the Blood Evil Banner. When refining, the Blood-Evil Stone, which is unique to the Blood-Shared Sect, was added.

The Bloodstone has the property of absorbing blood and hiding souls. Moreover, the longer this kind of stone is cultivated, the more essence and blood it feeds, and the more powerful it is. Therefore, the monks of the Blood Demon Sect, from the beginning of the Enlightenment Period, each person has a Blood Demon Banner, and if they can cultivate to the Dan Formation Period, they can even directly use it as a natal magic weapon.

Looking at the color of this bloody flag, Zhou Nan's eyeholes shrank. I was surprised to find that the owner of this banner unexpectedly had the cultivation of the foundation building period, which was really shocking. A bloody banner of this level is really powerful.

Looking at all this, Zhou Nan suddenly thought of a taboo topic in the immortal cultivation world, and then fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that the black mist that attacked me is actually the soul hidden in this bloody flag? If this soul wants to be taken away, then the little fat man's repeated claim that I want my body will have an explanation. It's just that if it's really a seizure, why don't I have anything to do? Zhou Nan shook his already swollen head and said in a deep voice.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Nan was sure that the black mist was going to take away, and all of this was related to his intermittent memory. This is also the impact of the failure to give up on others. Although I don't want to admit it, this incident really happened. And he has also been the object of grabbing.

"It seems that the small black ball of light in my memory is the black mist that is to be taken away. That gray space is the sea of divine thoughts. The small green ball of light is your own divine soul, and it is also in line with your spiritual root. It turns out that the spiritual root is not only related to the body, but also related to the soul, and it is very mysterious. But, what's going on with that blood-colored rune?" muttered a few words, but Zhou Nan couldn't figure out the last question.

To put it bluntly, it is to seize the body of others with the soul of the god and destroy the soul of the other. This kind of cruel practice, although many people have done it in the immortal cultivation world, but on the surface, it is taboo and rarely exposed.

During the seizure period, the body that has been taken away will suffer severe double suffering in the body and even in the soul. If it weren't for the person who was taken away, the soul was attacked and could not take care of the physical body, then the person's physical body would be painful and necrotic.

There are three conditions for taking away the sacrifice, and those who have a high cultivation can take away the cultivators who have a low cultivation. The seizure can only be carried out among immortal cultivators. The sacrifice can only be done once in a monk's lifetime. These rules have been verified by countless monks over countless years, and their credibility is beyond doubt. It is the rule of iron striking iron.

Such a thing, just thinking about it, Zhou Nan felt terrible. This time he somehow escaped, but next time? Next time, who can guarantee such good luck? After all, the physical defense of such an attack without substance as the Divine Soul Attack is basically ineffective, which also creates a huge problem for Zhou Nan.

At the same time, taking away is also a headache for the entire immortal cultivation world.

"Snatching away, divine soul attack, it seems that you have to find some strange treasures, or practice some secret arts, in order to survive the next time you encounter this situation. Otherwise, it's not a matter to live in such a fearful way. My Zhou Nan's life can't always be pinned on luck, I have to control it myself. Raising his head and looking into the distance, Zhou Nan squinted his eyes slightly, clenched his fists, and said slowly.

Then, Zhou Nan stopped staying, recognized the direction, performed the wind control technique, and rushed to the mine.

There's a lot to do over the next three years. Not only do you have to quickly improve your cultivation, but you also have to practice casting and more spells. Just like the first two battles, he could only use the Wind Resisting Technique and the Exorcism Technique, and the means were really pitiful. Thinking about it in hindsight, Zhou Nan sighed with emotion, and also gave birth to huge pressure out of thin air.

As for the fireball technique he practiced, although it had the miraculous effect of explosion, the attack power was very good. But the speed is too slow, the consumption is very large, it is easy to be dodged, and it can't hit people when it is used, and it just consumes mana in vain. Therefore, Zhou Nan has never made a move on the battlefield except for destroying corpses and destroying traces.

During the flight, Zhou Nan planned carefully, planning everything he should do. Gradually, a thick smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Xuanhuo Mountain Range is thousands of miles wide, and the Xuanhuo Sect stands in the middle of the mountain range. The mine cave that Zhou Nan was going to was more than three hundred miles away from the Xuanhuo Sect. He doesn't know how to fly with his sword, he only uses his legs to rush, and it really takes a lot of effort.

This is a huge crater with a diameter of two or three miles, although thousands of years have passed, it has fallen silent, no longer erupts, and even has been eroded by wind and rain has lost its majestic posture of the day, but the rest of the part is still breathtaking, shocking and surprising.

From a bird's-eye view, several circular holes with a diameter of about ten zhang are scattered in the crater. If the light is a little dim, this crater is like the giant mouth of a huge monster, and the round hole is like the esophagus from the monster's mouth to the stomach.

Around the crater, there is a watchtower dozens of feet high in each of the four directions of east, west, south and north. On the watchtower, there are some monks dressed in red standing all the time, constantly patrolling.

On one of the corners of the crater, there is a house of varying heights and dilapidated appearance. At this moment, in a room in the center, several figures are secretly planning something. But their faces were very solemn.

"What do you think, what do you think, this time the sect has sent a new disciple to manage the mine, and the things we did are not easy to handle. We need to come up with an idea quickly, but we can't put it off any longer. A man dressed as a Confucian student, shaking a fan, said slowly with a solemn face.

Hearing this, a shirtless man slammed his fist on the table, stared at the big eyes like cowbells, and said angrily, "Hmph, what's not to do." If someone is polite, then it's easy to say, let's share some oil and water, it's not impossible, if it's difficult to speak, then don't blame Mu for being hard. I don't believe it, just an outer disciple can turn over some heavens. ”

Seeing the bare-armed man behaving like this, an old man with long hair glanced at him with disdain, and laughed loudly, "Senior Brother Mu, there is news from the sect that the person who came has at least the fourth level of cultivation of the Enlightenment Spirit, can you beat it?"

"You?" the big man's face froze, and he immediately glared at the old man, blowing his beard.

"What's wrong with me? It's a fact, you don't use your brain, you're a fool. The corners of the long-haired old man's mouth lifted and said proudly.

"Bastard, do you want to fight?" the big man was really angry, and hit the top of the table with a punch.

Seeing that the two were arguing, Confucius smiled bitterly, then rubbed his head that was a little swollen, and hurriedly persuaded, "Okay, two senior brothers, don't quarrel." In the past, the management of this mine was changed every 20 years. But now it's only been three years, and the sect has sent people down again, which shows that they are already dissatisfied with us, and if we don't handle it well, the consequences are not something we can bear. ”

"We're just little minions, who let Uncle Yue only care about the retreat, ignore this matter at all, and leave this mess to us to deal with. and let the group of black-robed weirdos mess around. What can we do?" complained Dahan.

"Senior Brother Mu said cautiously, let Uncle Yue and the group of black-robed weirdos know that the three of us can't eat and walk around. The old man's face changed, and he hurriedly stopped. Hearing this, the big man's expression turned grim, and he quickly put away his dissatisfied attitude, obviously the three of them were very afraid of this Uncle Yue and the black-robed weirdo.

Shaking the fan, Confucius said slowly, "Two senior brothers." Don't talk about it. Although the management of the mine is rich in oil and water, we have not been able to catch this point. It stands to reason that it will not affect the amount of surrender at all. But unfortunately, after hundreds of years of mining, there is not much left of this flint vein. Even if we drive more miners to dig, it won't help. But this kind of thing, if Uncle Yue doesn't report it to the sect, how dare we say it?"

"What the junior brother said is very true, it seems that we have to find a way. Otherwise, we will tell the new brother the truth and drag him into the water. In this way, it can be delayed for a while. The old man turned his head and said uncertainly.

The strong man was silent, and Confucian pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "No, the three of us, our qualifications are already low, and after cultivating for so many years, we can't break through the fourth layer of Qiling." This little bit of oil and water is the only resource we have left, and if it is distributed to this senior brother, with his cultivation, it will definitely account for the majority. When we pour, we get even less. No, absolutely not. ”

With a wave of his fist, the strong man said loudly, "Hmph, this doesn't work, that doesn't work, what do you say?"

"Otherwise, we'll do this, and when that man comes, we'll deal with it first, and then..." Next, Confucius said to the two of them, and the secret room fell silent again.

A day later, after trekking through countless mountains, Zhou Nan finally traveled more than 300 miles and came to the mining area. But when he approached, he didn't rush in, but first looked around the entire huge crater and looked carefully.

After turning around, Zhou Nan found a small cave, blocked the entrance of the cave with a boulder, cut a boulder with a flying sword, laid a mat, took out the quilt, took off his coat, lay on the bed, and fell asleep directly.

In the past few days, he has experienced two major battles, and although he has survived safely and recovered from his injuries, subconsciously, Zhou Nan still feels a little tired. Therefore, he planned to get a good night's sleep first. I'll talk about other things until I'm rested. Sharpening the knife is not a woodcutter, he is a man who understands reason.

Because, although he didn't mention it, he knew that the next thing was not easy to complete. Otherwise, there are so many people in the sect, why is it that no one has received this task, and he still pays such a high salary? If it weren't for the fact that he could cultivate quietly and not be involved in right and wrong, he would have come here too lazily to take on this task.

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