Ding Xie had envisioned his reunion with Zhang Ran.
Maybe the other person is dead, or is so controlled that he can't help himself.
I heard that Junior Brother Zhang is an orphan, has no family ties, and will not be threatened by others.
In his mind, he was more inclined to Zhang Ran who wanted to break through his own shackles and improve his realm.
In the world of spiritual practice, these are the only things that need to be concerned about.
When I saw him today, half of Junior Brother Zhang's body had turned into white cuticles.
The two sides faced each other across the circle.
The ripples ripple into a hood.
One is inside.
One is outside.
Within the Eagle Vision Formation, all the fellow disciples in the room were like quails, huddled in a corner and shivering.
The black and white robe worn by Li Shengli, who had a gap with him, was stained with mud, and blood stained his chest.
Pingtian's crown had already slipped off, and he stood up in embarrassment with disheveled hair.
The look of disbelief only flashed, and was suppressed by Ding Xie. Then came the anger hidden in his heart. He pointed his sword at Zhang Ran in the formation, and his tone became more serious: "Junior Brother Zhang, why?"
Within the ripples, Zhang Ran sighed, and the eye that could only see clearly moved from the hole behind Ding Xie: "Brother, why did you come here."
Originally, Ding Xie had stayed out of the matter, but now he happened to bump into it and got involved again.
It would be great if Ding Xie agreed to the invitation at that time.
"Junior brother, we are brothers in the same discipline."
"If we are on the battlefield, we can give each other our backs."
"When we joined the sect, we said that we would protect each other from flying swords. As long as the other party is a disciple of Wanfa Sect and wears black and white robes."
Ding Xie's eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't understand why his junior brother wanted to devote himself to other things.
He clenched the flying sword in his hand: "Junior brother, what exactly do you think of senior brother?"
The sense of belonging that the sect gives them is unparalleled.
Learning, growing, and practicing Taoism are all within the sect and are protected by the sect.
For Ding Xie, the sect has a greater sense of belonging than the family.
There are not so many people in the same sect who are responsible for killing people. The Wanfa Sect is a rotation system from top to bottom. Even if there are families entrenched, as a neutral force that abides by practitioners and secular order, they will not allow members of the same sect to kill each other. .
Zhang Ran was silent and stared at Ding Xie quietly.
Finally he grinned: "Brother, you are too naive."
His tone gradually rose, and finally became irritable: "You traveled thousands of miles to climb into the spirit boat and step into the Wanfa Sect. Have you really gotten rid of your own family?"
"you have not!"
"If you can't even do it, how can I do it?"
"I was born into the Rakshasa Void tribe, and my mission is to save my compatriots."
"They are buried deep in the ground and they are crying. Do you hear them?"
Almost roaring, Zhang Ran's face became more ferocious and unnoticeable, and his white blood vessels twisted and surged.
He was disappointed.
I originally thought that Senior Brother Ding understood him.
They should be the same type of people, both burdened by their families, but they are not.
Ding Xie couldn't understand him, couldn't understand what he was carrying, let alone the endless screams filling his ears.
He turned around and walked into the main hall and walked in front of Lianhua.
Stretching out a human arm, with just a slight tug, the lotus was uprooted.
Zhang Ran stared at the stone statue in front of him.
"Boom!"
The huge faceless stone statue trembled as the lotus was pulled up.
The tiny cracks quickly expanded, and then several huge gaps formed from head to toe.
The stone statue shook its body to reveal the white humanoid creature inside.
It's just that this creature has no head, and there is a white eyeball on its head.
The eyeballs slowly opened, and the black light spread, forming a crack. The crack was not big, only as long as an arm.
"Puff"
A pale palm came from the crack and touched the edge of the crack, followed by another hand, crossing over to grab the other side.
His pale palms clenched the edges and stretched them to both sides.
…
"Brother Lu?"
Mo Shisan, who was fighting the Skeleton Golden Pill above the hollow, glanced over with a surprised look on his face. He did not expect that Ding Xie would chase after him, and judging from his appearance, he turned out to be a disciple of Wanfa Sect. No wonder he would be reminded. Send someone to notify the Jin Dan master in Dongyuan City.
"You dare to be distracted while fighting an old man?" Anger flashed across Skeleton Golden Core's gloomy face, and the disdain in it made him even more angry. However, this was also an out-and-out good opportunity for the monks.
We have already been dragged into this situation to fight. Don't worry about the golden elixir to build the foundation. The most important thing is to be able to save your life. Otherwise, your head will just hang in the hunter's home like a moose or antelope and become a show off for others. Capital.
The dignified golden elixir monk was actually beheaded by the foundation-building monster. Telling the story made the magnanimous people laugh.
His reputation as Master Shiyin for so many years should have become a joke.
"Yin evil curse seal."
The nails are long and cut across the palm, and the thumb and middle finger overlap to form a tower.
The light of the seal formed instantly, and the spell was activated accordingly.
Thousands of black snakes grew instantly from the curse seal, and divided again in the air.
In an instant, it seemed as if it was completely covered in black shadow.
"Little Lord!"
Just like Mo Long's phantom brain, Ji Zheng used his spiritual consciousness to pull Mo Shisan back from his thoughts the moment he was distracted.
Mo Shisan's pupils retracted from the corners of his eyes.
With a loud sound, he displayed the posture of the ink dragon and threw out the fourth-level spiritual talisman in the talisman.
Talisman consumes very little mana.
The energy and energy have already been injected into it when it was drawn. The full mana only needs a fuse to detonate the entire talisman and unfold the spell contained in it.
This is also the power of the talisman.
If you have enough talismans, you can even use the talismans to fight head-on in mid-range fights.
The Kui Guang Sixth Type Shield Talisman is good at defense. It is also a golden elixir level talisman. It consumes a lot of mana and is equally powerful.
The spiritual talisman unfolded, and the phantom of Kui Niu appeared under the structure of light spots. The thick shield protected the Mo Palace Demon Cultivator.
"Boom."
The running black snake shadow collided with the shield talisman, and finally turned into a black python, shrinking its body and trying to squeeze the demon cultivator in the death light shield, but the Kui Niu shield talisman was like a rock and did not waver at all.
The giant black python opened its mouth and tried to swallow it, but in the end it could only transform into thousands of small black snakes.
The light shield finally blocked thousands of evil snake-shaped curse seals.
The Mo Palace demon cultivator gave a false alarm.
Fortunately, the young master is very wealthy, so even if he does get distracted, he can use his wealth to make up for it.
The battlefield is changing rapidly, and a slight mistake will cost your life. You cannot look down on others just because you have a strong foundation.
What's more, they are facing Jindan monks.
Even if the opponent is seriously injured, there are not many resources left.
Don't be careless at this time. You must know that the trapped beast is still fighting, and the golden elixir at this time is more dangerous.
Once the other party loses hope of survival and wants to blow up the golden elixir, everyone here will not survive.
"How long will it take?" Master Shiyin's voice was filled with impatience.
"Two quarters of an hour."
Zhang Ran just said lightly.
He was waiting for the seal to break.
The Wanfa Sect monks in the formation huddled together in fear, and they all shouted loudly for Ding Xie to crush the token.
At this time, Jin Dan must appear.
Ding Xie shifted his attention from above and took out the sect token.
He was still thinking about his junior brother's words in his mind. Have you gotten rid of the family? In the past, he thought it was okay, but later he discovered that he would still go back, and he would still be unable to help himself.
It is no longer time to investigate right and wrong, we still need to inform the sect as soon as possible.
Thinking of Tu Shanjun saying something might have happened in Dongyuan City, Ding Xie's already heavy heart sank again.
Dongyuan City is the closest to Rakshasa Yuan. If Jindan Zhenren is unable to come to support, the situation at hand will be troublesome.
To break the current deadlock, more powerful force is needed.
"Could it be possible for the Zunhun Banner to transform into a magic weapon?" Ding Xie had doubts in his heart.
He has never seen a magic weapon that can be improved by such simple conditions.
Not to mention the promotion of a magic weapon to a magic weapon, which is simply unheard of.
There are too many things to worry about. Expecting the Soul Flag to become a magic weapon can even be treated as if it doesn't exist.
…
"Gudu."
"Gurgling."
Bubbles bubbled above the blood pool.
The surrounding evil spirits formed a vortex, and the rotation and condensation were visible to the naked eye.
The soul flag sinking in the depths of the blood pool draws out huge evil energy, and the draw of Ding Xie's mana has also increased a lot.
The banners of the Zunhun Banner have been stretched to dozens of feet and are laid out in the blood pool.
Unlike ordinary cloth soaked in water, the blood pool is like a reflection in the sky. The flags and cloth are not knotted together but fully stretched out, just like in the sky, floating in the strong wind and making a hunting sound.
The banners are rolling, and the picture of a hundred ghosts traveling at night embroidered on it is also fluttering. In the picture, the evil ghosts seem to be running on long black flags.
Against the backdrop of the blood pool, the soul flag and all the ghosts seemed to be alive.
Crowded and pushed, the green face was twisted, the fangs flashed, and the red eyes rolled.
Threads with other colors are squeezed out from the entire banner surface, and the threads are re-woven into a black banner surface.
The pure scarlet color is gathered into silk threads to seal the edge.
As the banner lengthens, more and more evil ghosts appear on the soul banner. Different silk threads are used to draw different evil ghosts. They are all sewn with needlework, not painted.
The main rod of the soul flag was tightened, and finally a trace of rough impurities was squeezed out, leaving only the purest dark color.
Tushanjun inside the banner is taking advantage of evil spirits.
Opening his eyes and looking around, the evil ghosts sewn out all looked like the evil ghosts inside the banner, crowded on the banner just like the hundreds of ghosts that once walked at night.
The aura of the Zunhun Banner rose rapidly, forming a faint ripple.
The transformation will not be so fast, at least all the evil spirits must be absorbed.
Moreover, Tu Shanjun only roughly estimated the evil spirit of the promotion magic weapon. It is still unknown whether the blood pool contains so much evil energy.
If you can't be promoted to a magic weapon, you can only find another way.
The evil energy around the blood pool continued to pour in, and the originally vast blood pool began to decline.
The blood rock that was originally hidden in the pool now floats up.
