The three people who returned to the boat sat cross-legged in the main room of the boat. Ning Tao played with the small bloody flag that turned into a palm-sized hand and said: "Two senior brothers, it seems that what we guessed before was right, beheading As expected, these people are all followers of the Black Evil Sect. This Blood Soul Banner is a set of thirteen banners. Counting these, we already have five sub-banners in our hands."
"But now it seems that there should be a foundation-building altar master behind these believers, and the main banner should be in his hands. Do you think we should continue?"
The two people sitting aside looked at each other, and then Lu Dingtian took the lead and said, "Junior brother Ning, it's best not to provoke the monks at the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"Although we have the means to redeem it from our master, we want to leapfrog the level and kill the foundation-building monks. Moreover, there are at least seven foundation-building monks who have at least seven qi-training evil cultivators to help them. Let's forget it and go back early to hand over the task. By the way, we will report this situation Let’s report it.”
Ning Tao thought for a moment after hearing this, nodded and said, "Okay."
With a strike in his hand, the green flying boat that was originally staying above the sea of fire turned into a stream of light and flew away into the distance.
Now, although Ning Tao is a little conceited about his own cultivation, he is not stupid enough to insist on fighting a battle like this that can easily end up in the gutter.
What the three of them didn't know was that a moment after the three of them left, a ferocious old man who looked like a skeleton came here. When he saw the sea of fire, he waved his black robe and a cold black mist directly extinguished the sea of fire.
Arriving at the place where the three of them had just fought with the black-robed evil cultivator, they looked at the damaged altar and the ashes of the human form, not knowing what they were thinking.
After a while, he took out a black jade plate, poured it with mana, observed it for a moment, and then turned it into a black light and flew towards the direction where Ning Tao and the others left.
However, the three people who were meditating in the quiet room suddenly felt the flying boat shaking when they sat down.
Several people reached out with their spiritual thoughts and found that the flying boat was in a thick blood-black fog. Before the three of them could make any move, the blood-black thick fog gathered in one place and returned to a long blood-colored flag.
The three people who saw this looked shocked, because they had already detected the foundation-building level of this skull-shaped old man in black robes holding a bloody banner.
At this time, the black-robed old man's face showed a fierce look, and he said without concealing his murderous intent: "I didn't expect that a few juniors dared to ruin the good things of the old man. I really don't want to die. I handed over the bleeding soul flag and left you and the rest of the body intact."
Upon seeing this, Ning Tao and the other three looked at each other and chatted with each other for a moment, conveying perseverance in their eyes.
Ning Tao then handed over the control of the flying boat to Han Wuque and gave him a few talismans. However, this body-refining monk was of little use in this situation, so letting him control the flying boat was the best choice.
Ning Tao and Lu Dingtian didn't waste their words, their hands continued to move, and several streams of light flew out of the flying boat.
Two of the flying swords attacked the black-robed old man standing in the air one after the other. Three second-level talismans turned into a line of fire, a thunder, and a foot-long wind blade also attacked the skull-shaped old man at the same time.
The skull-shaped evil cultivator who was still playing the cat and mouse game was shocked when he saw this. He did not expect that when these juniors saw him, they did not choose to run away, but immediately attacked with several aggressive methods, and their attacks were vicious.
However, the skeleton-shaped old Taoist, whose cultivation had reached the middle stage of foundation building, laughed ferociously, waved the red flag in his hand, and a thick blood-black mist with a radius of ten feet rolled out and appeared in front of his eyes.
Then a one-horned ghost wearing blood-black armor and holding a black ghost fork appeared. He stepped on the billowing black-red mist and knocked back the flying sword with two clangs. However, his body also took a few steps back on the blood mist. .
Facing the oncoming attacks of several talismans, he controlled the blood-black thick fog to wrap himself up. The Zhangxu Fengblade that arrived first penetrated the red mist and made a huge impact sound, and then the thunder followed quickly, making a huge roar and the entire dense fog flashed with lightning.
Then the fireballs followed closely, hitting the ghosts in the thick fog with various blows. The scattered fire light dispersed the blood-black thick fog, revealing the figure of the one-horned ghost inside.
Continuously greeted several talisman seals that were equivalent to attacks in the foundation-building stage, the one-horned devil who was very ferocious just now could no longer look as majestic as before. Most of the armor on his body was broken, and the long fork in his hand even had a huge gap.
At this time, the flying sword that had just been repulsed turned in a circle and attacked the old Tao outside the red mist. The old Tao, who had no time to react, raised the long bloody flag in his hand as a long stick to resist. The flying sword repelled with two clangs. The old Tao saw Like flying into the red mist.
Then came the angry voice of a skull-shaped evil cultivator: "Okay, okay."
After saying this, a blood-black thick fog was seen rushing into the body of the one-horned ghost king who was in a panic just now. In a moment, he disappeared in a mess.
But at this time, several golden lights and a small cyan shield flew out of the flying boat, forming several layers of golden light shields to cover the flying boat. The small green shield also transformed into a burst of misty brilliance and attached to the golden shield.
At this time, a dark cloud had condensed in the sky above the thick red and black fog, with lightning and thunder in it, but it was Lu Dingtian in the flying boat who used his special skill, the sky thunder technique.
At this time, the skull-shaped old Taoist in the thick fog saw this and laughed angrily: "How dare you show off your trivial tricks! Some of the juniors underestimated my old Taoist so much that they actually used this trick against me, even though I don't know their names. , but today, you are dead!"
Speaking of this, I saw the one-horned devil emerging from the red mist, holding a black long fork, and hitting the golden light shield one after another. The golden light shield caused ripples and the flying boat shook.
In just a few breaths, he attacked dozens of times, and saw that the golden light shield became darker and darker. At this time, another golden light flew out from inside, but it was a new golden light talisman, forming a new golden light. The shield protects the flying boat.
"You are really rich. Don't you need money for the second-level talisman and seal? But no matter what, you will not escape death today."
After a while, the layers of golden light shields could no longer hold up and shattered.
At this moment, the thunderclouds in the sky condensed and formed. Han Wuque, who was in the flying boat, took the opportunity to hit out the three talismans in his hand, and activated the talismans to throw them into the thunderclouds. In an instant, eighty-nine silver thunderbolts hit the dense red and black Fog pours down.
Seeing this situation, the skull-shaped evil cultivator quickly recalled the one-horned ghost, and saw lightning and thunder in the red mist.
After a while, the red mist thinned, and it was vaguely visible that there was a blackened old Taoist hiding under a ghost with broken armor.
The old Taoist's angry voice sounded: "Okay, okay, if the old Taoist hadn't exchanged all his worth for materials to refining this Blood Soul Banner, he wouldn't be in such a mess now. Today the old Taoist is going to rip out your skin and bones. All the soul, flesh and blood were fed to the One-Horned Ghost King."
He waved the long red flag in his hand, and a meter of thick red and black fog appeared again; together with the thick fog scattered by the thunder, it all entered the body of the scarred Ghost King, and the one-horned ghost who was in a very embarrassed state just now was seen. Instantly strengthened by three points.
Two new arms grew out of his back. Each of the two new ghost hands held a long black knife. With a neigh in his mouth, he flew towards the flying boat with a roar.
.........
At this time, a purple-gold light flew out of the flying boat, flashed through the air, and flew straight towards the skull-shaped evil cultivator.
The evil cultivator was shocked, and before he could react, purple-gold light pierced his chest.
The old Taoist looked down at the bowl-sized hollow in front of his chest in disbelief. He raised his hand and pointed at the flying boat. Before he could say anything, his eyes slowly lost life and he slowly fell to the ground.
The uncontrolled one-horned ghost turned into a ball of red and black mist and got into the long bloody flag that fell together with the old man.
Then he half-stretched his body, grabbed Lao Dao, and laid his head on the surface of Lao Dao. He sucked hard, and a hazy figure was pulled out of the corpse, and was grabbed by the one-horned ghost and stuffed into his mouth.
The swallowed soul let out bursts of miserable howls, but nothing could stop it. It was swallowed up by the one-horned devil in one bite...
At this time, the three people sitting in the flying boat breathed a sigh of relief, but at this time, Ning Tao and Lu Dingtian looked pale and looked exhausted.
Ning Tao squeezed the magic spell, and the purple-gold light suspended in the air immediately turned around and flew back. When it was in front of Ning Tao, it changed back to the talisman and fell lightly into his hand.
Afterwards, the two of them held a spiritual stone in each hand to restore their mana.
After the two of them had fully recovered their mana, Ning Tao took over the control of the flying boat from Han Wuque and flew towards the corpse below.
The flying boat came directly above the corpse, and then there was a suction force from it, and the old Taoist corpse and the long bloody streamer were put into the boat.
The three of them looked at the corpse of Lao Dao placed among them. Ning Tao took off the storage bag from Lao Dao's waist through the air, opened it, and dumped it out.
Ning Tao photographed several of the jade slips and red flags from the air, and after a while, he finished reading all the jade slips.
One of them is the qi training method of the Black Evil Sect, a method for refining the Blood Soul Flag, and an article on the training tips of a second-level magic called Yinsha Technique. The rest are just random records.
However, one of the jade slips recorded a refining method called positioning plate, which attracted Ning Tao's attention. He photographed the black jade plate among a large number of items from the air, poured it with mana, and then one large and seven small appeared on it. Eight points of light.
Seeing this, Ning Tao showed a thoughtful expression on his face.
After coming back to his senses, Ning Tao casually threw the rest of the jade slips except the Blood Soul Flag jade slips to the two of them, and said, "Two senior brothers, I only want these two items, and the rest will be yours."
Then he sat down on the flying boat and flew in one direction.
The other two people felt the flying direction of the flying boat and were a little confused, but they didn't ask any more questions. They just picked up the jade slip in their hands and looked at it. After a while, the two of them understood the reason.
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At this moment, deep in a palace somewhere, a group of monks were sitting cross-legged in the darkness. One of them said: "A hundred thousand years..."
