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

The Su family monks in the field were mercilessly slaughtered by Ye Qingye and others like chickens and dogs.

Behind everyone, Fang Han also pretended to kill a Su family monk with the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade.

The ghosts of dead monks were constantly being sucked into the Soul-Eating Banner. In just a moment, a dozen more ghosts appeared in the Soul Banner.

"Zhang Qingxue, now quickly devour the ghosts that were sucked into the Soul-Eating Banner."

"Yes, Master."

Fang Han sent a message to Zhang Qingxue inside the Soul-eating Banner through the slave seal. The reason why Hongyu did not let Hongyu devour the ghost was because Hongyu was already at the eleventh level of Qi refining.

Even if she swallows them all, she won't be able to improve her cultivation much. After all, these ghosts were not very powerful during their lifetime, and most of them were in the early and middle stages of Qi refining.

After getting Fang Han's order, Zhang Qingxue's eyes looked at the green light inside the soul-eating banner, like a big man who had been thirsty for a long time and suddenly met a girl.

Zhang Qingxue turned into a ferocious ghost like a wolf pouncing on its prey, opening its bloody mouth and swallowing these sluggish ghosts one by one.

After seeing this, Hong Yu's eyes revealed the desire to devour the ghosts. Seeing Zhang Qingxue eating up all the ghosts, Hong Yu's face showed a look of grievance.

"Hmph, the master prefers to give away delicious food to Hongyu. Is it because he has this bitch and doesn't want to care about Hongyu anymore?"

Fang Han felt what Hong Yu was thinking and was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the ghost he raised would be jealous.

He ignored Hong Yu and looked towards the battlefield ahead.

"So soon, are there only five Su family monks left?"

Just when Fang Han communicated with Zhang Qingxue in the Soul-Eating Banner, the battle in the field came to an end. On the Su family monk side, there were only the Su family old woman and four other late Qi refining disciples struggling to support themselves.

Ye Qingye and others were like a cat playing with a mouse, using magic weapons to continuously leave shocking wounds on the five people.

"Fellow Taoists, stop playing around and deal with them quickly. There are fluctuations in the fighting skills here. It would be bad if the passing monks find out!"

Teng Dali glanced around, with a look of caution in his eyes.

Fang Han, who had been fishing in the rear, saw that the battle was almost over, so he also controlled the Nether Soul Reaper Blade to join the siege on the Su family monks.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you are really good at water skiing. You won't have a share in this Su family monk's magic weapon storage bag later!"

Ye Qingye saw that Fang Han had been paddling behind and came up to pick up the head when the battle was almost over. He raised his eyebrows and glared at Fang Han.

Fellow Taoists, I don’t want any of the Su family monks’ storage bags and magic tools.

Fang Han didn't like the belongings of the Su family monks at all, so he simply gave them all to Teng Dali and the others. He was not interested in fighting with them over a few magic weapons.

"Huh, Fellow Daoist Fang, I think you know the truth."

Huang Heming also snorted coldly when he saw that Fang Han was not making any effort.

Ten breaths later, the head of the old woman from the Su family was chopped off by Teng Dali's ghost-headed sword. No one from the Su family survived at the foot of the Baizhang Mountain.

Just now, Teng Dali and others attacked with all their strength, which was not something that the five Su family members could resist. They only lasted ten breaths before being killed by several people.

At Ye Qingye's instruction, Xu Haofeng wisely went to clean up the battlefield.

Teng Dali and the other two sat cross-legged on the spot, each took out the pills from their storage bags, and began to restore the spiritual energy consumed by the fighting.

When Fang Han saw that Teng Dali and the four others were recovering their spiritual power, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He wanted to kill them in one fell swoop while they were recovering their spiritual power, but he quickly gave up this idea.

Although Teng Dali and the four others were recovering their spiritual power, they did not sink into it wholeheartedly. They were still paying attention to the surrounding disturbances.

After a stick of incense, Teng Dali and the others had recovered their spiritual power. Xu Haofeng walked over when he saw a few people open their eyes. He had just collected the magic weapons in the storage bag and did not dare to disturb them for fear of being misunderstood and killed. .

So Xu Haofeng waited until the mana recovery of several people was completed before Xu Haofeng dared to walk over.

Teng Dali and the other four saw the pile of magic weapon storage bags that Xu Haofeng had brought over, and all four of them had greed flashing in their eyes.

Fang Han did not go to see how they distributed the spoils. With his current worth, he had already looked down on these three magic weapons and spiritual stones.

Seeing several people arguing over who could get how many resources, Fang Han didn't pay attention to himself at all. Fang Han quietly took out the soul-eating flag and absorbed all the ghosts of the Su family monks into the flag.

Zhang Qingxue, who was wandering around in the Soul-Eating Banner, saw another ghost appear, and stared at the ghost greedily.

"Master, are these ghosts all for Qingxue?"

"Ok!"

After receiving Fang Han's affirmation, Zhang Qingxue began to inhumanely devour these ghosts with dull faces.

Hongyu watched Zhang Qingxue happily devouring the ghost, but she could only watch helplessly, her eyes red with grievance.

When Fang Han saw that Hongyu was about to cry out of grievance, he sent a message to her: "Hongyu, I have prepared better ghost grass for you, and this ghost will be left to Zhang Qingxue."

After hearing Fang Han's voice transmission, Hong Yu's blood-red eyes gradually recovered, but they looked at Zhang Qingxue from time to time, as if they were going to eat her alive the next moment.

Although Hongyu became spiritual after devouring Fang Han's essence and blood, her spiritual intelligence was only equivalent to that of a seven or eight-year-old child. Only through continuous improvement in cultivation can spiritual intelligence be improved.

After Zhang Qingxue devoured the souls of more than 20 Su family monks, her cultivation level also broke through from the sixth level of Qi refining to the late stage of the tenth level.

Seeing that Zhang Qingxue had devoured so many ghosts and only reached the late stage of the tenth level of Qi refining, Fang Han couldn't help but shake his head at her low qualifications.

"Junior Brother Fang, come here quickly!"

At this time, Teng Dali's voice reached Fang Han's ears.

Fang Han looked over and found that several people had already divided the spoils, and he should have informed himself to work together to bombard the defensive formation of the Foundation Establishment Monk's Cave.

At the entrance of a hidden cave at the foot of the mountain, six people from Fang and Han stood ten feet away from the entrance and observed.

Fang Han used the spiritual eye technique and looked carefully into the dark cave. With the blessing of the spiritual eye technique, Fang Han clearly saw three grasses with black air growing on the stone wall of the cave. They were clearly "ghost grass".

"It seems that Teng Dali did not deceive me."

Fang Han felt relieved when he saw that there was really a ghost grass in the cave. This time he took a certain risk and came with Teng Dali.

Ye Qingye and others saw the foundation-building monk sitting in the cave. After observing for a while, they couldn't wait to use their magical weapons and spells to attack the cave.

Fang Han saw that the four people had begun to attack the defensive formation, and he also took out a Nether Soul Reaper Blade to join them.

Outside the cave, it was wrapped in colorful magic weapons and spells, and the defensive formation was blasted with ripples. It looked like it would break at any time, and that was actually the case.

"Fellow Taoists, if you work harder, the spiritual power of this formation will be exhausted."

Ye Qingyu, looking at the defensive formation in front of him that was becoming more and more transparent, spoke to the people around him.

Another half hour passed, and the light curtain of the cave's defense formation was already cracked.

Seeing this, Teng Dali stepped onto the ground with his feet and saw only two feet of land under his feet. The huge force from his feet caused the land to sink half a meter.

Teng Dali took advantage of the force of the ground's shock, and jumped up to a height of three feet. He raised the ghost-headed sword in his hand and slashed at the cave's defensive formation like a falling meteorite.

I saw that the defensive formation full of cracks cracked, like a broken mirror, and Teng Dali's slash was the last straw that broke the camel's back.