Chapter 145 144. The so-called fate, the ghost ancestor ( words - please subscribe for the big chapter) The people of a city, who had obviously done nothing wrong, were besieged by the monks, deprived of food, forced to eat each other, and forced all kinds of human nature to collapse. It was like a real hell on earth. But at this moment, Sikong Yin, the instigator, was also feeling extremely uncomfortable. His complacent look had long since faded away, leaving only impatience and fear. His face was distorted and changing in the billowing black smoke, and his eyes were rolling. , obviously thinking about what to do. The two early Jianggong sect leaders of the Blood Corpse Sect and the Ghost Demon Sect finally reacted. The two of them looked at Sikong Yin. One said: "What level?" Another said: "Even though we are in the late Jianggong period, this is our territory, and we can kill him. Why should Brother Sikong be afraid?" But besides Sikong Yin, there was also a young elder named Bi Chuanfei who rebelled against the Qianhe Sect. This elder usually didn't like the idea of Qianhe Sect protecting Chu State. He felt that he was superior and should do whatever he wanted. Naturally, he hit it off with Sikong Yin about the sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. But Bi Chuanfei also looked pale at this time.
Not long after, Sikong Yin waved, and the other three walked away knowingly and gathered around. Sikong Yin then said: "This is the Purple Mansion Realm." As soon as the three words "Purple Mansion Realm" were spoken, the two sect leaders finally reacted, their faces instantly turned pale, and they couldn't help shouting. "How is that possible?" "I, Da Chu, have never left the Purple Mansion Realm!" Bi Chuanfei whispered in a low voice what happened in the capital of Chu Kingdom in recent days. All four fell silent. for a long time The leader of the Guisha Sect said sternly: "Now that the sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner has reached its most critical moment, it is absolutely impossible to stop suddenly! For the current plan, the only way is to speed up the sacrifice!" The leader of the Blood Corpse Sect rolled his eyes and said: "That's right, but I think it's better for us to keep those six mortals and entertain them. If that old monster really comes, he can have an explanation. If the cause and effect is achieved, it is the best. If that old monster is dissatisfied and still wants to fight, our Ten Thousand Souls Banner has been made, and when the time comes to show it and dance it twice, he still has to weigh it. " Sikong Yin pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and said: "It is extremely difficult to make the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. The core object was also accidentally obtained by us in an earth energy explosion. If not for this, if we wanted to refine such a soul treasure, we would have to It's still not qualified enough. Horcruxes are extremely rare for Jianggong monks. The soul treasure is even more on top of it. Between swings, the soul attack can be launched directly. Thousands of evil spirits attack at the same time, even the old monster from Zi Mansion will be injured. Although it is quite expensive for us to use it, once we hold this Ten Thousand Soul Flag, the old monster will indeed be wary. " Bi Chuanfei also nodded. Soul treasures are inherently rare. He had read it in ancient books.
From low to high, they are: soul weapon, soul treasure, evil weapon, evil treasure. Horcruxes store souls, which are small in quantity and limited in scope, and the stored souls have not been strengthened. Soul treasures are not only large in quantity, but can also be directly released within a certain range to drive evil spirits to attack, and these evil spirits have become much more powerful for some reason. A weapon, that would be terrible. It is said that an evil weapon contains infinite evil spirits. Because " evil spirits " have no souls and are all fragments of cause and effect, those evil spirits can completely adhere to the owner of the evil weapon, turning the owner into a terrifying "giant soul". As for the evil treasure, he had only seen its name mentioned in ancient books and had no idea what its power was. However, this thing was far beyond the reach of the Jianggong realm. Not to mention the evil treasure, even if it is an evil weapon. Jianggong Realm wants to use it, it will be destroyed in an instant and it will backfire and die. The four people had their minds set and quickly came to the defensive barrier again. Sikong Yin looked inside, scanning the six mortals in the distance, and suddenly looked at Fang Qingmeng again. He touched his hand in the void and found a piece of jade - Cunxiang Jade. Fang Qingmeng was stunned for a moment. Sikong Yin said directly: "Fang Qingmeng, since you know that those six people are related to senior Zifu, and you can't protect them now, are you willing to hand them over to me? I, Sikong Yin, swear that if those six people come into my hands, I will treat them well and not bully them in the slightest. " After saying that, he looked faintly at the fairy in white opposite him. Fang Qingmeng did not expect that the other side would make such a move. She sighed softly, looked at Li Huai, Shuangyun, Xiaohuan and others she had brought, and said: "Although I have promised you, I can't protect myself now. You .Let him be.” The six people looked at each other. Shuangyun looked at the black smoke outside, and then looked at the appearance of purgatory on earth in the distance, and he was even more frightened. Li Huai said: "Master Qingmeng, although I am from a humble background, I can still distinguish between good and bad, good and evil." He suddenly pointed at Sikong Yin in the distance and said: "These people are so evil and evil. Even if I die, I will never follow them!" As soon as Li Huai spoke, although Xiaohuan and others behind him were scared, they all raised their heads and said, "We will not go with the bad guys." Sikong Yin glanced at these ant-like mortals coldly, but still laughed. He closed his eyes slightly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "You are still young and cannot tell clearly who is good and who is evil. Yes, I killed an entire city, which was evil. But if I make a powerful treasure as a result of this sacrifice, it can be used to protect this country and make the northern monsters throw rat weapons. Originally they would kill one million people, but because we only killed 100,000, did we save 900,000? So, is this good? And the Qianhe Sect was unwilling to sacrifice the people of this city, but it caused the death of millions of people. Isn't this evil? " He forced a smile, looked at Li Huai and others, and said: "So, we are the great good people." Li Huai looked at him coldly and said: "Good is good, evil is evil. There are so many people like me in this city. Have you ever thought about their feelings when you killed them? If it weren't for Uncle Li, I would just be an ant that you can kill at will.
But do ants deserve to die? Although I am humble, I have a scale of good and evil in my heart! I know what you are planning, but I, Li Huai, would rather die than be with you. " In the past few days, their Xuangen test has actually ended. The test result is that Li Huai has a low-grade Xuangen, and the other six do not. At this time, Li Huai suddenly knelt down to Fang Qingmeng and said respectfully: "Master Qingmeng, I have poor qualifications. I wonder if you are willing to accept me as a disciple? " Fang Qingmeng was really stunned. She really didn't expect that the heart of the mortal in front of her would be so tough. Immediately, she smiled and said softly: "Of course I am willing." As she said that, she took out a storage bag and a flying sword from her arms and handed them out, saying: "This is a gift from your master to you." Li Huai said loudly: "Thank you, Master!" Sikong Yin looked at this scene with green eyes and said strangely: "Li Huai, right?" "Yes!" Li Huai raised his head and answered. Sikong Yin said: "You keep saying that I am evil, then do you really understand the uncle Li you are talking about?" Without waiting for Li Huai to answer, Sikong Yin said: "If we are evil, then we are only small evils, and your uncle Li is the big evil, ha. Hahahahaha" Li Huai was silent, because he did see Uncle Li destroy the golden armored god who resisted the demons as soon as he appeared that day. Sikong Yin smiled and stretched out his hand, saying: "I'll give you another chance. Come, kid, come to me. " Li Huai shook his head slowly. Sikong Yin's face was cold, his patience was exhausted, he snorted, then crushed the jade, closed his eyes, turned around, and shouted: "Speed up the sacrifice! ! " Fang Qingmeng looked at Li Huai softly and said: "Good kid, stand behind me, it's not that easy for them to refine us." "Yes, Master. "Li Huai's tone was full of respect for teachers. The other three monks in the triangle seemed to be infected, nodding frequently, and at the same time, they became more and more excited to resist the erosion of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. In a blink of an eye, several days passed. Sikong Yin became more and more irritated. At this time, he had also sat in the sacrifice formation in person to improve efficiency. But there were four Crimson Palace monks inside and outside, and there were three Crimson Palace middle-stage monks and one Crimson Palace early-stage monks, and their overall strength was stronger than theirs. It would not be easy to chew this hard bone. The monks inside were like tug-of-war, refining and resisting at the same time.
Fang Qingmeng stared at the outside, she struggled to support, and did not dare to show any fatigue, so as not to ruin morale, but she knew that she could not hold on any longer. Within three days, she must be refined and become a member of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then suffer torture and turn into an evil ghost. In the meantime, she even Even the soul explosion was not possible. This is the horror of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner Refining Array. Sikong Yin raised his hand and continued to increase his strength. He enjoyed the process of slowly torturing people to death and watching the hope on their faces slowly turn into despair. His eyes were fixed on the protective shield, watching the shield become weaker and some cracks that appeared and disappeared on the surface. Sikong Yin's lips curled up a grim smile. And at this moment, suddenly, without any signs, and not at the last critical moment, the sky suddenly blew. A gust of wind came from afar, like waves hitting the refining array at this time. The black banner hanging in the center also fluttered. Sikong Yin's smile froze, and a sense of foreboding flashed through his mind, and he looked into the distance nervously. A little blood-colored rainbow suddenly appeared, followed by rolling blood smoke through the air, accompanied by a greedy laugh. "Good stuff! There really is good stuff! ” “I knew that if the Qianhe Sect could be swallowed up silently, there must be treasures!” “This treasure is actually a soul treasure!” “If there is a destiny, we will meet each other thousands of miles apart. If there is no destiny, how can we meet? This treasure should belong to me!” “It’s mine!!” Sikong Yin’s heart was throbbing. He stood up suddenly, his Adam’s apple rolled, and then he took a deep breath, stood up with his hands behind his back, and faced the blood smoke in the distance. But he saw the blood smoke like a tide, and in the angry tide, there was a terrifying figure like a demon god floating vaguely. He hurriedly shouted: "Senior! " But the senior ignored him and raised his hand suddenly. A bloody hand suddenly appeared in the void. This was a simple use of power recorded in the "Ghost Infant Sutra". Strictly speaking, it was not even a Purple Mansion Realm spell. This power is based on thoughts and Xuanqi. Independent thoughts absorb Xuanqi and rise to the level of the late Crimson Palace, and then connect with each other to form a Xuansha hand equivalent to several late Crimson Palaces attacking at the same time. This hand has no skills, but there is a kind of "high value" violent beauty of bullying the weak. The bloody hand suddenly appeared in the cloud and grabbed the black flag in the center regardless of everything. Sikong Yin hurriedly said: "Senior, the six who have a cause and effect with you" Snap! The bloody hand grabbed it firmly. Song Yan felt it for a while and showed a look of surprise. What a good thing!
This is obviously an upgraded version of the "Ice Hell Bracelet". Although it lacks three sub-bracelets and lacks several details, the number of evil souls and power contained in it are by no means comparable to the "Ice Hell Bracelet". However, this flag is obviously not close to being successful in the sacrifice. He was once the leader of the Puppet Sect, and had read many classics of the Thousand Crane Sect. He was proficient in various basic techniques. Although the method of refining weapons was complicated, he still understood the basic knowledge. Although the process of "sacrifice to the flag" is extremely complicated, it has reached the final step. He glanced around, thinking about what to do. Soon, he understood: he needed some Jianggong soul. Seeing that he was silent, Sikong Yin thought that his words had an effect, and hurriedly said: "Senior, those six mortals are in the formation at this time." Before he finished speaking, Song Yan raised his hand and waved, and a big bloody hand suddenly grabbed him from the air. The target of arrest this time was actually Sikong Yin! Sikong Yin's figure flashed and he quickly rushed to the defensive barrier below. He thought to himself: "There are a group of Thousand Crane Sect monks in the defensive barrier, as well as six mortals that the Zifu old monster cares about. In this way, the opponent should be a little restrained." Offensive? Although he used mortals to threaten the old monster of Zi Mansion, there was nothing he could do. ’ However, the speed of the big bloody hand falling did not slow down at all. The effect was also powerful. When he picked up Sikong Yin, the back of his big bloody hand also brushed against the defensive shield. The mask made a rattling sound and broke into several long cracks. Fang Qingmeng, the white-haired elder and others were vomiting blood and their faces were blood red, but they endured it and hurriedly tried to repair it. Outside the cave, the evil souls of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags that had been formed instantly surged into it. A dozen Qianhe Sect monks who were slightly closer to the crack were suddenly struck by their souls, holding their heads and howling in pain. Not long after, the soul was also in tatters, and was pulled out of the cover by the attacking evil soul, and he instantly became confused. Fortunately, the defensive shield was repaired in time. High up, Song Yan seemed to have seen all this, just holding Sikong Yin. Sikong Yin looked shocked, struggled, and wanted to say more. But he just moved his lips Bang! ! This monk who had been planning and planning for a long time, and who was supposed to become the uncrowned king of southern Da Chu, had his entire body crushed to pieces! His Jianggong soul escaped, directly received the powerful soul-sucking power, and rushed towards the black flag. At this moment, he finally understood something: Which old monster in the world would be afraid of threats? Which old monster would really care about mortals? What old monster would talk nonsense to you? From the beginning to the end, he made all his plans alone, and the old monster didn't even listen. At this moment, the person he hated the most was not Song Yan, but Fang Qingxue. He roared in his heart: 'Smelly cousin, if you hadn't deceived me, how could I really believe that those six mortals were related to the old monster from Zi Mansion, and how could I use them as a shield at the last moment? ! ’ When his soul touched the black flag, it suddenly trembled violently like an electric shock. Strong pain surged in. His heart was filled with endless rage, his reason was gone, his memory was blurred, and his soul was ferocious. He just wanted to tear everything to pieces. life.
And the last scene he saw was that the old monster in the black robe and purple mansion was suspended above the blood smoke, overlooking the city with billowing black smoke. His face was indifferent and his expression was greedy. He grabbed a coffin from the void and carefully removed his body. When it is installed, it feels like it is a piece of good quality material. After finishing pretending, the old monster gave a cruel laugh and swooped down from the sky. Under it, Bi Chuanfei, who was refining, was sitting upright, and the masters of two demon sects jumped up in fright and fled in all directions. As for the disciples of the sects who were mixed in the city to assist in the sacrifice, they were as scared as if they had seen an eagle's chicken. His face was ashen and he was so frightened that he couldn't even move. Bi Chuanfei, take off. Crush it with your big hands and die! The body was put into the coffin and flew into the storage bag. The leader of the Blood Corpse Sect merged into the black smoke. Clap your hands and die! The body was put into the coffin again and flew into the storage bag. The strong man wearing skeletal armor didn't know what kind of treasure he used. Evil energy billowed around him, and countless skin-and-bone ghosts began to fly around, blocking his sight. His big hand reached in, grabbed it, and picked up the strong man like an ant. The strong man screamed "Ahhhhh" and repeatedly shouted: "Senior, spare your life, spare your life." Song Yan looked at the evil aura surrounding him and asked, "Which sect is he from?" "Ghosts and ghosts are destroying the door." "What position?" "Master of the Gate." "Ghost." Song Yan looked thoughtful, looked at the flag again, and took a moment to feel it. With the entry of three Jianggong souls, the flag is full, and one more one will not cause a qualitative change. He thought for a while and said, "A ghost cultivator?" "Yes, yes, Xiaowu is a ghost cultivator." "I am destined to be with you." Song Yan smiled gently, and then said kindly, "Don't be afraid, I am also a ghost cultivator." The strong man in the skeleton armor was full of joy and said with trembling joy: "Ancestor, Xiaowu has finally found his ancestor. When the ancestor comes, the sky will be clear! When the ancestor comes, my lineage of ghost cultivators can finally have peace. , has grown stronger!” The ghost cultivator named Xiaowu burst into tears of excitement, and he didn't know whether it was from fear, pretense, or joy. Song Yan landed from mid-air, dusted off Xiao Wu's armor, adjusted his collar, and said with a kind smile: "Boy, don't be afraid, I'm not a murderous person." "Yes, ancestor!" Xiaowu's voice trembled, and he hurriedly followed Song Yan respectfully. Tang Fan looked at this scene dumbfounded, and immediately showed an expression that was indeed the case. This old monster is just here to steal Baolai. Song Yan's eyes moved slightly and looked at the defensive shield on the other side. His eyes met the leader Fang Qingmeng and said calmly: "Get out."
Fang Qingmeng and others hurriedly put away their defensive shields and evacuated quickly. From the beginning to the end, Song Yan held his head high, with cunning and indifference in his eyes. He did not even glance at Shuangyun, Li Huai, Xiaohuan and others. But Shuangyun looked at him with an expression full of fear. She had thought about meeting Dr. Li countless times, and had been brewing the words "thank you" in her heart for a long time. But at this moment, she was so horrified that she could not speak at all. At the same time, she also realized that "for such a terrifying demon, "Thank you" is so ridiculous. The Doctor Li she liked may have never existed. Li Huai also looked at the fierce and evil man with smoke billowing from his body in disbelief. His lips moved, and the "Dad" that had been hidden in his heart for a long time could no longer be said out. His beloved father may be just pretending. This is true for these two people, let alone Xiaohuan and others. The group of people followed the Qianhe Sect led by Fang Qingmeng and hurriedly fled the city of sacrifice. Song Yan stood with his hands behind his back. Xiaowu, who was behind him, had been watching silently. Only then did he realize how badly Sikong Yin had been cheated. How could this old monster from Zi Mansion care about any mortals? Even if there is some relationship, I'm afraid it's just random teasing, how can they take it seriously? And a group of demon cultivators gathered from all directions, knelt on the ground respectfully, and shouted: "Greetings to the ancestor!" Song Yan didn't answer, he just raised his head and looked at the dark flags in the sky. The evil spirits are like flames, burning fiercely. A city is like a furnace, and the souls of hundreds of thousands of innocent creatures are just to sacrifice this soul treasure. Song Yan looked at it for a long time, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice: "There is still some work to do, go back to your original position and continue to practice." After a few days, the black energy showed a state of convergence. The city is rotten and bloody everywhere. Song Yan sat cross-legged, quietly feeling the evil sacrificial formation. He suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart: the soul-drawing part of the soul-drawing and soul-refining method of this sacrificial refining array seemed to be somewhat similar to the "Five Elements Gathering Array". They all draw on some unique existence. Thoughts passed by, and the black energy disappeared, disappearing into Zhang Xu's banner. Song Yan raised his hand and made a move, and the flag fell down, but halfway down, it seemed to be somewhat spiritual. Black light shone all over his body, and a repulsive force suddenly appeared, trying to escape. Song Yan frowned slightly and suddenly raised his hand upwards. A big bloody hand suddenly appeared in the void. The big hand was slightly hooded, covering the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that was trying to escape. The Ten Thousand Soul Banners clashed from left to right. Song Yan seized the opportunity, grabbed it suddenly, and held it tight.
A stream of black smoke rumbled in the big bloody hand, and it took a long time for it to calm down. Only then did Song Yan grab the Ten Thousand Souls Flag and pull it down. The Ten Thousand Souls Flag fell down obediently, and in a flash of thought, it turned into a palm-sized flag and landed in Song Yan's palm. Song Yan felt slightly, and actually felt a soul space in the Ten Thousand Soul Flags that was far larger than the "Ice Hell". It was a pool of pitch-black stagnant water, with densely packed evil spirits floating in the water. The evil spirits looked painful and ferocious, full of hostility. The Guisha Sect sect masters on the side could only watch with fear. They only knew the method of refining the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, but they did not expect that this kind of soul treasure would actually resist after being successfully refined. If it were them, how could they stop the Ten Thousand Souls Banner from escaping? Even if it is refined by then, it will be all in vain. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from his ear. "Xiao Wu, I'm very interested in this sacrifice formation. Take me to see it." "Yes, ancestor." The master of the Guisha Sect hurriedly agreed. At this time, he still dared to say "no". One month later. Tang Fan was thrown into the Guisha Sect, or the Heavenly Prison, the main sect of the Dachu Demonic Cultivator Alliance. The news that the ancestor of the Zi Mansion is in charge of the Gui Sha Sect has spread, and many demon cultivators have come to join him. Sects such as the Blood Corpse Sect have also completely become branches of the Gui Sha Sect. And the name of Wu Fangtian, the leader of the Guisha Sect, is also in the sky, and he looks like he is gaining power. At this time, Song Yan was at the core of Guishamen, holding a book on sacrifice and refining, and studying it carefully. "Ancestor, is there anything else?" Wu Fangtian on the side asked tremblingly. Song Yan waved. Wu Fangtian hurriedly approached, but did not dare to get too close. Song Yan continued to wave and said, "Come closer." Wu Fangtian, a strong man, was actually sweating from these three words, but he did not dare to disobey. His feet moved forward with great difficulty, as if they were bound by 10,000 shackles. After moving in front of Song Yan, he knelt down with a "pop" and said with a mournful face: "Ancestor, have mercy on me, ancestor, have mercy on me, Xiaowu, I really regard you as my ancestor." "sincere?" songs Less, a lot darker. But just when the tiger stripes were about to touch the strong man's skin, they suddenly shrank back.
Song Yan's thoughts came and went, and the changes were unpredictable. At first, he thought it would be best to turn the Wu Sect leader into a rogue. The external reason is also very good, that is, to collect the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. However, when it was about to be completed, he changed his mind. Of course, Wu Fangtian's disappearance can be explained as the collection of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but his non-disappearance is enough to further prove that "he is definitely not Song Yan". At the same time, it can also further protect "Shuangyun, Li Huai, Xiaohuan" and other people, and let people know that it is not that those who have had contact with him are related to him and can be used to threaten him. Song Yan was afraid of being chased, so he always had the idea of "leaving some favorable evidence so that even if the demons investigate, they can't find out that he is Song Yan." So, at the last moment, he changed his mind again. Pah! Pah! He patted Wu Fangtian's head kindly and smiled: "The ancestor certainly knows that you are sincere, otherwise how can you kneel here alive? The ancestor came here, not only because of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but also because of you, a ghost cultivator of the same clan." Wu Fangtian was so scared that he couldn't breathe smoothly, and laughed: "Xiao Wu treats the ancestor as his own ancestor! The ancestor told Xiao Wu to go east, and Xiao Wu would never dare to go west." Pah! Song Yan continued to pat his head. Wu Fangtian raised his head in a simple and honest manner, trying to show a lovely smile like a grandson. Song Yan retracted his hand and said lightly: "As long as you behave, the ancestor will not treat you badly." After that, he suddenly put away the book, stood up and said: "Come." Immediately, the two of them left the core area one after the other and appeared in a place of evil near the Ghost Demon Gate. This evil place is similar to the outside of Nanzhu Peak. If you go deeper, the evil spirit will become more and more intense, but there is no evil land core that is as red as blood jade. Song Yan slightly folded his right hand and waved his left hand casually. As his sleeves swung, a loud "boom" sounded in the void. The originally muddy and floating evil spirit suddenly received a huge force and turned into a storm in the deep sea, rolling to one place with amazing power. Wu Fangtian looked at this scene in shock. As the leader of the Ghost Demon Gate, he naturally had some vision. He could tell that this spell was only at the level of Lianxuan, but its power was at the level of Jianggong, and it had an unimaginable effect in the evil land. It can be said that this spell is a perfect match for a ghost cultivator stationed in the evil land! "Evil Tide Spell." Song Yan said lightly. Wu Fangtian knelt down and said, "Please teach me, ancestor." Song Yan said, "Be obedient and don't get confused and do anything weird. I can't stay here for long. I will teach you before I leave."
Wu Fangtian hurriedly said, "Yes, ancestor!" A few days later. Song Yan continued to flip through some books in the core area of the Ghost Evil Sect. He repeatedly studied the formation of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. This time, he had a strange premonition in his heart. "Spell mutation" is actually the effect brought by the "Ghost Xuan Root". Otherwise, he would not be able to understand anything even if he spent many more years behind closed doors and comprehended randomly. But he could not understand it only because of "lack of information". But this time, there was a subtle connection between the Ten Thousand Souls Banner Refining Method and the Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Formation. He only waited for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner Refining Method to appear on the panel, and he would use the two as the target to comprehend and see if he could comprehend anything new. Just as he was thinking, there was a movement outside the door, and a charming and pure female voice sounded. "Ancestor." "Ancestor." Song Yan raised his hand and waved, and the curtain was lifted, revealing the appearance of two female cultivators from the Demon Sect outside the door. As expected, the person is like the voice. The one on the left is enchanting in red, with a foxy face, and the hot silk ribbon is like lotus wrapped around lotus roots, showing the white legs and the two buttocks like hills. The one on the right is white, with a graceful figure and a lovely face. She looks at him quietly with a pitiful but deeply charming look, and her legs twisted slightly, looking nervous and expectant. Song Yan immediately understood, and he waved his hand. The two female demon sect practitioners cheered and leaped to his side, sitting on one side and began to serve him to the utmost. It was late at night. Outside the window, the evil fog and fishy wind twisted the moonlight, slightly rotating, as if it had turned into an endless scarlet moon sea. Skin and bones were flying and dancing, walking close to the ground; the evil beasts were crazy, drooling at the corners of their mouths, howling strangely. Inside the house, however, there was a completely different scene, two phoenixes were facing a dragon, turning the river upside down and the sea upside down. When it finally settled, Song Yan lay quietly, with a demon woman entangled on each side. He looked outside and watched the rolling evil spirits quietly. Although he had lost his clothes and no longer wore white or red clothes, the more innocent demon girl was more sensitive to the old man's thoughts at this time. She held up her chin, rested her elbow on his strong chest, and asked in a delicate voice: "Old man, are you thinking about the past?" The red-dressed demon girl laughed and said: "Old man's past must have been glorious." Song Yan didn't say anything. He just thought of the scene when he first saw the hanging room many years ago. Time flies like water, and many years have passed in a flash.
But there is nothing to miss. Because no matter then or now. He had no way out and could only move forward. As if a carnival gave him some inspiration, a line of information suddenly appeared on the panel in front of him: [Spell] "Array Dao·Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array" (Not yet introduced) "Array Dao·Five Elements Gathering Mysterious Array" (perfect) Song Yan quietly looked at the big words ""Array Dao·Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array"". In fact, as long as you follow the book, you can refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but if you want to further study the mystery, it will be extremely difficult. At this moment, he looked at the "Array Dao: Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array" and said silently in his heart. 'Practice.'