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

Fang Han randomly found an unoccupied wooden house, lived in it, and activated the isolation formation that came with the wooden house. Fang Han sat cross-legged and took out the Soul-Eating Flag obtained from the underground auction.

Holding the Soul-Eating Banner in his hand, Fang Han felt a cold feeling. He looked up and down and saw complex lines carved on the surface of the banner.

Fang Han pinched the banner with his hands out of curiosity, and was shocked to find that the banner was made of human skin.

"I like the magic weapon refined by the evil devil, ha! Ha! Ha!"

Fang Han began to pinch the magic with his hands, muttering something in his mouth, and then squeezed out a drop of blood essence from his index finger and dropped it on the surface of the Soul-Eating Banner. Soon, the essence and blood dripping onto the surface of the flag was absorbed by the Soul-Eating Banner.

At this time, Fang Han felt in his heart that there was a subtle connection between the soul-eating flag in his hand and him.

Even if the sacrifice was successful, Fang Han stood up and poured spiritual power into the soul-eating flag in his hand. Suddenly, there was a dark wind in the room, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, black mist floated out from the flag, and a twisted figure appeared on the flag. grimace.

Fang Han said with satisfaction.

"Yes, even if there is no ghost inside, it still has such power. The black mist floating out also has the effect of blocking spiritual consciousness and sight. If a monk with a weak mind encounters it, his soul will definitely be taken away."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Senior Brother Fang, what's going on? Why is there always black mist in your house?"

At this time, the sound of Niu Wuli came from outside the house.

Fang Han put away the Soul-Eating Flag, waved his hand, and a stream of spiritual power flew to the door. With a creak, the door opened automatically, revealing the curious figures of four people outside.

"Four junior brothers, come in!"

After hearing this, the four of them walked into Fang Han's cave and sat cross-legged around Fang Han.

After seeing the four people come in and sit down, Fang Han said: "Junior brothers, the black mist just now was caused by my brother's practice of secret skills, and it disturbed the four junior brothers."

Fang Han clasped his fists at the four of them, with a hint of false self-blame on his face.

When the four of them heard this, they looked at Fang Han with deep fear. They didn't expect that Fang Han was only one level higher than them in cultivation, but the gap between them and him was so big.

They used their spiritual consciousness to sense the black mist that had just drifted out, but were surprised to find that their spiritual consciousness could not penetrate the black mist.

Seeing Fang Han clasping fists at the four of them, the four of them hurriedly stood up and clasped their fists in return.

They were self-aware in their hearts. Fang Han was just being polite. If he had accepted the gift happily, he might have died without even knowing.

They are demonic cultivators, they don't have any righteous way, they just do whatever they want. Maybe Fang Han is just a devil hiding a knife behind his smile.

They really guessed it right. If they hadn't known each other just now, Fang Han would have really let them be the dead souls in the Soul-Eating Banner.

Fang Han looked at the four of them and said, "Junior brothers, we have been tasked with guarding the Lingshi mine and collecting the Lingshi for the past six months. I have learned something from you and will be in seclusion for half a year."

The four of them had smiles on their faces.

"Senior Brother Fang, just rest assured and retreat!"

"We will definitely guard the spirit stone mine."

Fang Han nodded with satisfaction. After the four of them saw it, they retreated wisely and consciously closed the door for Fang Han.

After seeing the four people leaving, Fang Han took out the storage bag that he had used to kill Luo Rengeng and others.

I swept them one by one with my spiritual consciousness, and found six storage bags inside, including a medium-grade storage bag. The six storage bags totaled [-] low-grade spiritual stones, ten magic weapons, and enough Qi Gathering Pills. There are fifteen bottles and a lot of miscellaneous things.

"Well, the harvest this time is good. This You Shengrong's storage bag is still a middle-grade storage bag. This little fat guy from the Xiuxian family is really worth a fortune."

Fang Han couldn't help but sigh.

He took off the storage bag on his waist, transferred the contents to You Shengrong's medium-grade storage bag, and then hung it on his waist.

Fang Handao: "This middle-grade storage bag is different. The space is more than ten times larger than the lower-grade storage bag, and the appearance is embroidered with gold edges."

After reopening the house ban, Fang Han sat cross-legged, planning to use this six months to practice hard.

He took out a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill from the storage bag, opened it, poured one out, and swallowed it directly into his mouth. The entrance of the pill turned into a clear stream, flowing to the limbs and bones, and finally gathered in the Dantian of the abdomen. Then he held it in both hands. A piece of low-grade spiritual stone, silently running the technique.

Time passed in this meditation. Whenever the power of the Qi Gathering Pill was exhausted, Fang Han would swallow another Qi Gathering Pill to practice. The practice lasted for no time, and in the blink of an eye it was four months later.

Fang Han, who was meditating, slowly stopped his meditation, opened his eyes, and exhaled a deep breath.

During this period of time, Fang Han had a sufficient supply of Qi Gathering Pills and Spiritual Stones, and his cultivation reached the late stage of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

After the breakthrough, Fang Han was in a good mood and planned to go out and walk around.

After walking out of the cave, they came to the entrance of the Lingshi Mine and saw Niu Wuli and four others collecting the Lingshi handed over by the mortal mine slaves.

"Ten low-grade spiritual stones, um, not bad, let's go down and eat!"

"Thank you Immortal Master."

There was only one mine slave in ragged clothes. When Niu Wuli said that he was going to eat, he thanked him profusely.

Niu Wuli waved his hand impatiently.

"Go away! Next one."

Another mining slave came forward and handed Niu Wuli a bag of spiritual stones. This mining slave was as skinny as a stick, as if there was only a layer of skin covering the bones. It was obvious that he had not eaten for a long time.

Niu Wuli opened the bag of spiritual stones handed over to the miner who was as skinny as firewood and saw that there was only a low-grade spiritual stone in it. Niu Wuli was so angry that his orifices started to smoke.

"You despicable mining slave!"

"What are you doing for food? Just digging a piece of low-grade spiritual stone in one day. Do you want to die?"

The man, who was as skinny as a firewood slave, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground and kowtowed to the cow repeatedly.

"Master Immortal, have mercy on me! Master Immortal, have mercy on me!"

The mine slaves queuing up behind saw this.

Some were gloating about others' misfortune, some showed pity in their eyes, and most of them were dull and insensitive.

Niu Wuli let out a cold snort.

"You can't even turn in the ten low-grade spiritual stones that you turn in every day. I think you are wasting food while you are still alive, so I will give you a ride out of mercy!"

"Jie! Jie! Jie!"

Niu Wuli moved his fingertips, and a fireball the size of an egg appeared in his hand. With the appearance of the fireball, the surrounding temperature instantly rose by dozens of degrees.

Niu Wuli flicked the fireball at his fingertips towards the skinny mine slave.

"what!"

I saw that the skinny mine slave just screamed and turned into ashes.

"This is the result of not being able to complete the daily mining tasks. Don't learn from him."

Niu Wuli pointed at the ashes of the miner slave who was as skinny as firewood, and said to all the miner slaves.

After the mine slaves saw the consequences of not handing over the Qi Lingshi, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they all knelt down.

Some of the mining slaves who planned to muddle through immediately turned around and ran back to the mine, intending to continue mining.

After Niu Wuli saw it, he did not stop him, but watched coldly as the mining slave who had not completed his task went back to mining.