Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

After Xiong Lie said these words, his whole aura fell into an extremely weak state. Under extreme resentment and pain, his heart was broken. If he hadn't originally possessed the cultivation level of the Golden Core Realm, he would probably have died on the spot. Just died.

Despite this, life is passing away, and without help from others, he will definitely not survive.

Now that Xiong Lie had seen the tragic death of all Xiong family cultivators, Wang Fuzi would not spare his life.

"Great Elder, although Xiong Lie's cultivation is completely useless and he is about to die now, his golden elixir perfect soul cannot be faked. With the level of resentment surrounding him, it is very likely that he will directly transform into a statue. The powerful demon of resentment." Seeing that Wang Fu didn't make any move, Nan Songzi couldn't help but remind him, "Can we destroy it completely now?"

If a golden elixir Dzogchen monk transforms into a resentful demon, it is very likely to cause unimaginable disasters in a region.

When Wang Fu heard this, he didn't even blink, and then spoke lightly:

"It doesn't matter, I just want him to die full of resentment, otherwise I won't let him watch this drama."

"My Ten Thousand Soul Banner still lacks a main battle soul. With Xiong Lie's cultivation, it is just right."

Nan Songzi's eyelids twitched, and his heart felt a little cold. He glanced at the Ten Thousand Souls Flag suspended on Lingxi Peak, and wisely kept silent. He was now very happy for Wenren Qingcang's decision. Otherwise, one year If he had come to the Wenren family like this before, he might have been killed just like the yellow-robed golden elixir monk from the Huang family.

Not long after, Xiong Lie's life was completely gone. His body was kneeling on the black-backed giant eagle. The strong resentment seemed to surround him like a black cloud. The black-backed giant eagle under him seemed to sense danger and let out a sharp and frightening sound. The sound of eagles.

He looked uneasy.

Wang Fu thought for a while, stretched out his hand, rolled up his hands, and carried Xiong Lie's body away from the black-backed giant eagle and flew to Lingxi Peak, under the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

At this time, all the monks of the Xiong family died, and their souls were either imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, or were eaten by many evil ghosts. The entire Ten Thousand Soul Banner seemed to have taken a Shiquan Dabu Pill, and waves of ghost energy continued to scatter. , everything within a ten-mile radius fell into the ghost realm.

As for the mortals of the Xiong family, they all also died, but Wang Fu did not arrest or kill their souls. Otherwise, he always remembered the warning Yang Xiuwei gave him when he refined the Ten Thousand Soul Banner for him.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banners must not be contaminated with mortal souls.

Wang Fu has never disobeyed, and even if he takes revenge, he will not go beyond it.

Nan Songzi stayed in this ghostly world, and even looking at the Ten Thousand Soul Flags shaking with ghostly aura from a distance, filled with ghostly hands and faces, he felt his scalp numb.

But without Wang Fu's order, he wouldn't have been able to leave just like that.

Fortunately, the next moment, Wang Fu’s words came:

"Fellow Daoist Nan, you and Heiying lead Zijian and exit."

As if he had received an amnesty, Nan Songzi immediately reached out to pick up Wenren Zijian, whose face was full of excitement and fear. After conveying his wishes to the black-backed giant eagle at his feet, he did not wait for the black eagle and directly turned into an escape light and exited the ghost aura. region.

Wang Fu nodded the little red bird on his shoulder, and the little guy rubbed it affectionately, unwilling to leave. Seeing this, Wang Fu immediately stopped hesitating, sat down cross-legged, and began to make fast gestures with his hands.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner immediately flew out several thick and dark ghost chains and stretched into Xiong Lie's body.

After a breath, a soul body with scarlet eyes was pulled out.

As soon as Pu appeared, the ghost energy in the entire ghost realm suddenly stagnated, and then, a shrill roar, like the gathering of all ghosts, came from the slowly opening mouth of the soul body.

"Ho... Wang... Fu..."

The soul body is extremely solid, completely different from the soul that Wang Fujue had in the past. It has also changed a lot from Xiong Lie himself. Not only is his whole body filled with flame-like resentment, but his body is also much taller.

The eyes are blood red, as big as copper bells, the mouth contains blood, and the fangs are ghostly.

Moreover, he actually had consciousness before death.

This soul kept struggling, and when it saw Wang Fu, it became filled with resentment and wanted to break free from the ghost chain of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

The little red bird's feathers flew up in fright, and red thunder flashed all over its body, looking like it was facing a formidable enemy.

Wang Fu gently nodded the little guy's head and comforted him a little, but his expression changed slightly. He looked at Xiong Lie's soul struggling against the ghost chain of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags and sneered:

"Xiong Lie, I didn't expect that you are still conscious. This is unexpected. However, you were not Wang's opponent during your lifetime. How can you cause any big trouble after your death?"

After saying that, Wang Fu stretched out his palm, and a ball of three-color divine thunder the size of a baby's head slowly condensed. As soon as this thunder appeared, the soul of Xiong Lie immediately showed a fearful look, and then struggled harder and harder.

"No..." he growled.

But Wang Fu stretched out his hand and waved, and the three-color divine thunder in his palm immediately "squeaked" and wrapped around Xiong Lie's soul's neck, imprisoning him.

"roar……"

As if spring snow met the scorching sun, the resentment surrounding Xiong Lie's soul dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, black smoke erupted from his neck, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

"It doesn't matter if you resent ghosts or demons. The mighty thunder in the world is the best to restrain such evil things. Don't say that you were only a perfect golden elixir during your lifetime. Even if you have the realm of Nascent Soul, in your current state, you can only surrender and perish. "Wang Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his fingers began to make secrets rapidly.

The soul-eating ghost fire emerged and quickly poured into Xiong Lie's soul, occupying its entire ghost body in a matter of seconds.

"Ah! Roar! No..."

Silent burning, and Xiong Lie's terrified roar, the sound became smaller and smaller, and after a moment, it completely disappeared.

Xiong Lie's soul also completely calmed down. Wang Fu stretched out his hand and the three-color divine thunder disappeared, leaving only the soul-devouring ghost fire still covering his ghost body. As Wang Fu's fingers pinched again, the soul-devouring ghost fire "boomed" and turned the unresponsive ghost body into a huge ghost face like a skull.

Immediately, the soul-devouring ghost fire gathered into a ball, slowly condensed into a unique soul seal, and sank into the center of the skull ghost face's eyebrows.

This ghost face was about ten feet in size, with empty ghost eyes flashing blood. The pure resentment and cold ghost energy surrounding it rose, like a flame, floating non-stop, just quietly floating in front of Wang Fu, no longer arrogant before, and no longer conscious of Xiong Lie, only endless loyalty to Wang Fu.

"I didn't expect that my idea would actually work. This soul can no longer be called a ghost. It is more appropriate to describe it as a 'resentful demon'. In this way, the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner will also be greatly improved. When it devours enough evil ghosts and resentment, no one in the Jindan realm, except for the cultivators who master the power of thunder, should be my opponent." Wang Fu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then with a wave of his hand, the huge Ten Thousand Souls Banner above his head quickly shrank and fell into his palm. With a light wave, the resentful demon disappeared, and the ghost domain here also dissipated. Only the dilapidated Xiong family residence was left, and his body was scattered all over the ground.

Wang Fu saw this scene, his expression was calm and unmoved. He immediately released his spiritual sense and found the Xiong family's treasure house. He flashed and came to a cave. The divine thunder broke the ban. In a few breaths, the huge cave was empty.

"Golden belt for murder and arson, hehe..."

Wang Fu stood high in the sky, his spiritual sense spread over a radius of ten miles, and collected the storage bags that Wenren Zijian had not collected one by one. Then he flicked his fingers, and wisps of flames flew out, landing accurately on each corpse.

After doing this, Wang Fu's figure disappeared from the spot, and flew towards the direction where Nan Songzi and Black Eagle were.

But Nan Songzi, after leading Wenren Zijian out of the ghost domain, has been very nervous. He was afraid that Wang Fu could not cure Xiong Lie's soul. He could not help but breathe a sigh of relief until he saw the ghost disappear.

But he did not return to Lingxi Peak, but stood on the back of the black-backed giant eagle, waiting quietly, and from time to time he looked at Wenren Zijian, who was holding a pile of storage bags with excitement on his face, and felt funny in his heart.

Until Wang Fu's figure appeared on the back of the black-backed giant eagle, he was shocked and saluted respectfully.

"Grand Elder."

"Grand Elder." Wenren Zijian also realized it belatedly and hurriedly saluted.

Wang Fu nodded slightly, glanced at the two of them, and slowly said:

"Let's go to Lingquan Valley."

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