As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Fang Han faced the different looks from everyone and had no intention of explaining.

Fang Han raised his hand again and raised the Stormy Soul-Chasing Bow. With the input of spiritual power, Fang Han quickly condensed ten arrows on the Stormy Soul-Chasing Bow.

"Go to hell!"

"Swish!"

As Fang Han finished speaking, he directly let go of the violent feather soul-chasing bow that was stretched into a full moon shape, and ten spiritual arrows on it streaked across like meteors.

There were bursts of explosive sounds in the air, and whether it was the Qi Refining monks from the Jin family or the Lin family, there was only fear in their eyes.

This time, Fang Han used his spiritual power to condense the arrows, and he only injected one percent of the spiritual power equivalent to the previous arrows.

The reason for doing this is that Fang Han wanted to leave intact corpses for the people of the Jin and Lin Xian tribes. If they were not even scum, how could they sacrifice their bodies to the Soul-Eating Banner?

"Puff, puff!"

There was an endless sound of flesh being pierced by arrows. These Qi Refining monks had no resistance at all under the arrows of Fang Han's condensed spiritual power.

In just a few blinks of an eye, more than half of the hundreds of Qi Refining monks present had been killed by ten arrows.

Among them, the slightly stronger Qi Refining Perfection cultivators could only hold on for one or two more breaths at most.

"Puff, ah!"

As the last scream fell, in the Lin Clan's Immortal Clan at the foot of Yuanfeng Mountain, no one except Fang Han was left alive.

Fang Han looked at the hundreds of corpses piled up in front of him, his expression neither happy nor sad.

Just when Fang Han finished dealing with the Jin and Lin monks and drank tea, there was a red stream of light in the distance, carrying a strong evil spirit, quickly approaching him.

"This speed is a bit slow!"

Fang Han casually glanced at the red stream of light and murmured softly.

"Owner!"

After a few breaths of time passed, the red stream of light finally approached Fang Han.

When the red stream of light was ten feet away from Fang Han, the escaping light slowly stopped, and a figure of a red-clothed ghost emerged from it. This red-clothed ghost was none other than Hongyu.

Seeing Hong Yu, after giving a respectful salute to Fang Han, he handed Fang Han a black flag in his hand.

"Hongyu, step aside first!"

After Fang Han took over the black flag, he waved slightly to Hong Yu.

"Follow the master!"

After Hongyu received Fang Han's order, she floated out a few feet away and stood respectfully.

"Hope you don't let me down!"

Fang Han looked at the black soul-eating flag in his hand, and inserted a magic spell into the flag between his fingers.

"Hoohoo!"

As soon as the spell fell, the Soul-Eating Banner slowly floated away from Fang Han's palm. As the Soul-Eating Banner rose to a height of more than ten feet, the Soul-Eating Banner's black flag rose hundreds of meters in the wind.

The black flags, which were hundreds of meters in size, quickly swelled and covered all the dead bodies below.

"Practice for me!"

Fang Han stretched out his right hand and grabbed the Soul-Eating Flag from the air. He saw countless bloody thin lines visible to the naked eye being pulled out by Fang Han from the flag.

In an instant, these thin blood-colored threads seemed to come alive. Each thin blood-colored thread moved strangely and submerged into the dead body on the ground.

As time passed, the originally normal bodies of these dead bodies began to shrink, as if the water had been drained away.

"The blood and energy in the body of this foundation-building monk is indeed not comparable to that of the Qi-refining monk."

When Fang Han inadvertently saw the corpses of Jin Shuiyan and Lin Muchun, he found that their bodies had hardly changed as they were sucked by thin blood lines.

The corpse of a monk in the Qi Refining Stage has long become a mummy filled with skin and bones.

"Buzz!"

After absorbing the whole body essence and blood of hundreds of Qi Refining monks on the ground, the soul-eating flag in the air emitted a blood-red light, and the black on the flag became thicker and thicker.

"It seems that the Soul-Eating Banner, after absorbing the Qi-refining monks from the Jin and Lin clans, has successfully become a real low-grade spiritual weapon."

Fang Han looked at the changes in the Soul-Eating Banner and smiled with satisfaction.

After absorbing the blood energy from the Qi Refining monk's body, Fang Han once again produced the Seal Jue in his hand.

Thousands of thin blood-colored threads were quickly pulled away from the dried corpse and poured into the bodies of Lin and Jin's foundation-building ancestors.

In the presence of these bloody thin lines, the bodies of the two foundation-building monks also shriveled up visibly to the naked eye.

At a certain moment, the Soul-Eating Flag in the air made a huge buzz, and as the blood light surged a thousand meters away, a smile appeared on Fang Han's face.

"It's not in vain that I spent so much effort. The Soul-Eating Banner finally did not disappoint me and successfully advanced to a middle-grade spiritual weapon."

"Well, it's a little inappropriate to call it the Soul-Eating Banner now. After all, it's no longer the same thing."

After thinking for a while, Fang Han looked at the Soul-Eating Flag above his head, stretched out his hand and took it in his palm.

"Then let's call you Ten Thousand Soul Banners!"

After carefully observing the blood light surrounding the Soul-Eating Flag, Fang Han whispered softly.

With one move of the Blood Banner, Fang Han's figure turned into a line of blood and disappeared from the place after taking the red jade back into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"It's true that the Yuanfeng Shanlin Foundation Establishment Immortal Clan is really poor!"

"I searched the entire Lin family and found 7 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones, a dozen magical artifacts, and hundreds of bottles of first-level elixirs."

After half a stick of incense, Fang Han walked out of the Lin Immortal Clan, looked at a storage bag in his hand, and muttered with dissatisfaction.

After cleaning the battlefield, Fang Han used the Baoyu Soul-Chasing Bow again. During the operation of the technique, he converted the spiritual power in his body into fire-attribute spiritual power.

Immediately, Baoyu Soul Chasing Bow was placed on the string, and Fang Han condensed three flaming arrows containing terrifying heat.

"If good people stick to it, I will burn down the land of your Lin family and give it to you, hehehehe!"

With a whizzing sound, the fiery red arrow flew out. As soon as the arrow left the Baoyu Soul-Chasing Bow, it turned into three flamingos tens of meters in size.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three flamingos, tens of meters in size, collided violently with the Lin Clan's Immortal Clan's mansion in a snap, followed by a loud bang.

The flamingo formed from the arrows exploded instantly, and the entire Lin Clan's Immortal Clan was enveloped in blazing flames.

The scalding heat spread out like waves, and the mummies outside the Lin's Immortal Clan were lifted hundreds of feet high one after another, and then all of them were in the air, evaporated into nothingness by the blazing heat.

Just in the past three breaths, the Lin Clan's Immortal Clan, which was originally the Dianyu Pavilion, was burned to ashes by flames.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Fang Han stopped staying at Yuanfeng Mountain and returned to Zhuyun Boat in a flash.

As the Zhuyun boat turned into a white escaping light, it quickly disappeared into the distant horizon with Fang Han.

"Yan Kingdom, Fang Han, the Yin Demon Sect, is back!"

Fang Han looked at the mountain gate of Yin Mo Sect with a faint light in his eyes.

Five hours later, Fang Han arrived at Luofeng City in the Yan Kingdom. After taking the Shangguan Yun sisters into the Zhuyun Boat, he continued to drive the Zhuyun Boat and escaped at high speed towards the location of the Yin Demon Sect.

On the plywood of Zhuyun Boat, Shangguan Yan Lan looked at Fang Han in front of him, who looked younger than he was three years ago, and respectfully stepped forward to congratulate him.

"Congratulations to the young master for successfully establishing the foundation!"