Kowloon pull coffin

I don't know how many years later, Bai Gusha exhausted his spiritual consciousness and died, leaving only a heroic pill full of remnants of the war spirit, which cursed all living beings.

All of this is the illusion created by the Heroic Pill in my sea of ​​consciousness, and it is also the remaining memory of Bone Sha.

When the illusion subsided, I saw that Bone Sha would raise troops again in my sea of ​​consciousness because I devoured the heroic pill left behind after her death.

Now, General Bone Shall is standing in front of me. Behind her, the remnants of battle spirits have turned into countless Bone Soldiers, and all the grievances of the three armies rushed towards me alone.

With my current skills, even if Bone Shall doesn't make a move, the Bone Warriors under his command can kill me.

All I need is an order from her, and my consciousness will disappear, and my body will die and my way will disappear.

The most important thing is that no matter whether it is the Bone Shaman or the Bone Warriors, they no longer have spiritual consciousness, and their memories have been completely shattered along with the illusion just now.They are no longer disciples of demons, but sworn enemies of all living beings.

The knife marks on General Bone Shatter's remains are still clearly visible, and now I can no longer feel any sympathy for her, because she has already issued orders with the coldest and most ruthless voice.

"kill!"

Following the command of General Bone Shaman, I saw countless Bone Warriors coming towards me from the front.

The killing intent rolled into the stream, and before I got close, my consciousness was trembling due to the huge impact of killing intent, and was on the verge of collapse and separation.

The soul is not the primordial soul, and the soul cannot escape the shackles of emotions and desires. The soul will be afraid and lost.

Even if I am not directly attacked, just the killing intent of the bone soldiers can scare and disperse my consciousness.

If the consciousness is gone, I will cease to exist.

At this time, the meditation mantra that Jiang Xueyang taught me has no effect at all, and with my current cultivation level, I can't look down on life and death at all.

Just when my consciousness was about to collapse, the tall figure left by the founder of the Demon Dao in the soul siege suddenly appeared in my mind.

Xie Liuyun said that after the patriarch of the demon way broke through the void and stepped out of the soul coffin, what he would face would be eternal extinction.

But his back view does look so free and easy, as if he is going on a date with a lover.

It seems to be saying, what is life, what is death, what is death, what is the way of heaven!

It seems to be a figure from the back of the abandoned son who admits defeat and turns to leave, but there is no trace of sadness or sadness.And the soul-calling banner on his back was still buzzing even at the last moment of dissipating!

From the moment I entered the interior of the soul-suppressing coffin, from the beginning to the end, the patriarch of the demonic way never said a word to me, and he didn't even look at me.And I didn't accept the inheritance of magical powers left by him, and I didn't even open the coffin. Even Jiang Xueyang blamed me for returning empty-handed in the soul-suppressing coffin.

Now that the bone-soldiers are killing the sky, I suddenly realized that I did not return empty-handed. The Patriarch of the Demon Dao had already passed on his most precious inheritance to me.

As a black soul-calling banner rises in front of my eyes, my consciousness bursts out with boundless courage.

Immediately, I held the soul-calling banner in my hand, faced the countless bone warriors rolling in, and shouted with all my strength: "Disciple of the Demon Dao, the soul is back!"

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Chapter 73 Shang Qixia Mountain

When I faced the tens of thousands of bone warriors and shouted back, I saw them suddenly stop their progress.

Even though the demonic disciples who died in battle had lost all their spiritual consciousness, they still remembered the moment I sacrificed the demonic soul-calling banner!

3000 years is a long time, love and hate will not exist, and all past and present lives will be completely forgotten.

However, they still remember the spirit-calling banner of the Demonic Dao!

My eyes were full of tears and my vision was blurred. I seemed to see the scene before they left for the expedition.The general stepped onto the general platform holding the soul-calling banner, and thousands of soldiers from the demonic way swear an oath.

It was a chilling autumn night, and there were a lot of soldiers on the battlefield of the Demon Dao...

Facing the soul-calling flags, the bone warriors formed an array, and the swords and soldiers in their hands were neat and picturesque.

Bone Sha will come from behind, step by step, staggering.

As a demon warrior, she had endured the craziest blows during her lifetime, so much so that she could not walk normally and freely even if she turned on her spiritual consciousness and turned into a bone-shaking general.

Her walking posture is very strange, she takes a step first, and then drags half of her body forward, almost dragging herself forward.

This walking posture is extremely ugly, even ridiculous.

But I saw tears welling up, and my heart trembled.

General Bai Bonesha walked very slowly, and it took a long, long time before he reached the front of the summoning banner.

I saw her stretch out her bone finger, trying to touch the soul-calling banner, but in the end she stopped when there was still an inch away from the soul-calling banner.

She turned to look at me and asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"

"The five elements travel with my heart, and all living beings in the four seas are destined. The long road of Xiongguan is as true as iron, and the nameless palace is full of good words."

This is a prophecy, and I was surprised after I finished speaking.Because I have never heard of this prophecy, but it just came out of my mouth.

Bone Sha Jiang was taken aback after hearing this, and then his whole body began to tremble.

She looked at me deeply with her dark eye sockets, as if she wanted to say a thousand words to me, but she didn't say a word in the end.

Only two lines of jet-black tears flowed from the depths of the eye sockets.

After a long time, she raised the remnant soldiers in her hands, turned into a cloud of black mist and sank into the soul-calling banner.

After her, those thousands of bone warriors also turned into black energy one after another, all of which were absorbed by the soul-calling banner.

When I woke up, the time had passed the night.

I sat cross-legged on the ground, and the pitch-black Heroic Pill had turned white all over by now.The blackness faded away, which meant that the will of General Bone Shark had dissipated, and the remnants of thousands of battle souls also returned to nothingness.

Like the Merman's Tears, this purified Heroic Pill has also become a treasure of the most yin and purest, and the effect of consolidating energy and concentrating the mind is still greater than that of the Merren's Tears.The five-color brilliance that the shepherd saw back then came from this.

I put the Heroic Pill into my arms, and did not leave in a hurry, but continued to cross my knees to feel the changes of true qi in my body.

True Qi circulates in my body, filling my whole body, and the vast ocean is surging and endless.

All of this is a gift from General Bone Shaman, she gave me all her true qi and those of those Bone Warriors. Absorbed so thoroughly.

I don't have a primordial spirit, but the summoning banner on that side is equivalent to my primordial spirit.

It is the most precious inheritance left to me by the patriarch of the demonic way. It evolved from the Seven Killing Fate in my sea of ​​consciousness, and it is also my most powerful trump card.

It's a pity that I can't use it as I like now, and I can control this soul-calling banner freely only after I condense my soul and fuse with its life.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and I walked out of the secret room to see the Buddha.

Her current situation is much more serious than I imagined. The Buddha is not a practitioner, and his physique is inherently weak. Zhang Fan's method of real energy into her body is too domineering. It only took one night to make her angry. Almost withered away.

Now she is still in a severe coma, judging from the black air between her brows, the true qi may have begun to erode her heart.