Collection of Worlds

Yunyang walks around the pavilion, stabs out at will, and wanders among the talisman seals in the sky.

All along, he has not displayed the power that the holy spirit sword technique should have. It is the best choice to break the opponent's attack with the least effort.

In the past, it was estimated that he would use Jianba directly, and the sword energy swept across the sky.

Such an attack is naturally sharp, and it is also effective in breaking the current situation, but it consumes more than ten times more mana.

"Two, this man pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger. Let's do it together, or we will all die."

The two men in black looked at each other. Yunyang could easily see through their Xingzang, which meant that their cultivation was even higher than theirs. The seventh level of Qi Refining was obviously a cover.

The two nodded at the same time, and took out a small flag from their waist storage bags.

The small flag rose against the wind, and in an instant it had turned into a large black flag nearly two meters high.

The two banners of "Go" fell to the front and back of Yunyang respectively.

Immediately afterwards, a gloomy and cold air came, and there were horrific screams from the two large black flags.

The black mist on the flag was churning, screams burst out, and people's heads could be faintly seen.

"Soul body? Yin spirit? No, it's a fierce soul." Yunyang is no stranger to this thing. These three names are all good in essence. Most of the people who fight to break the world's soul palace are soul bodies. Yin spirits are called living souls in the world of cultivating immortals.

Among the two banners, the living soul should be called the fierce soul, which is more appropriate.

Kill the monks with vicious methods, and then use special methods to extract the souls for sacrifice, erase the spiritual wisdom and arouse fierceness, and become fierce souls that feed on living souls.

"White Soul Banner? Haha, God help me too." Seeing these two large black flags, the female monk seemed normal.

Biting the tip of her tongue, she drew out a stream of essence and blood, and printed formulas in her hand again and again, the cold air around this female cultivator became more and more intense.

Yunyang put away his sword and stood up, allowing her to use the formula.

The blood essence in front of the female monk quickly absorbed the surrounding cold air, and gradually changed from bright red to dark red.The stench is disgusting.

"go"

The essence and blood were divided into two, and they were sprayed on the two banners respectively, and the fierce souls in the banners competed to share the food.

The vicious soul that drank the female nun's blood immediately lifted its spirits, obviously this is a secret method to arouse the viciousness of the vicious soul.

"It turned out to be two ghost cultivators, and it took a lot of hard work to refine the Hundred Soul Banner."

The soul banner is quite special among the magical weapons, because it will continue to evolve with the increase in the number and quality of the evil spirits in the soul banner.

Ten souls, hundred souls, thousand souls, even ten thousand souls.

Once it has evolved to Wanhun Banner, even the Yuanying Patriarch has to be careful when he encounters it.

The soul banners of the two have reached the level of about three hundred souls, obviously they have been sacrificed for many years.

You must know that each of the fierce spirits above represents a monk they killed.It is not an exaggeration to say that the two are executioners.

"Your Excellency has good eyesight, and we don't want to be enemies with you. As long as you hand over the storage bag, our two brothers will turn around and leave, and we will never break our promise," the man in black said seriously.

"Hahaha, what a joke, just your two cloves of garlic are also worthy." Yun Yang shouted angrily: "Yasha King"

Yunyang was really angry. He was not a good person himself, but he would never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

"Heh, since you are so ungrateful, today I have another fierce spirit in my Hundred Soul Banner." The man in black snorted coldly, and the ghost mist surged in the Hundred Soul Banner.

Hundred ghosts go out.

To put it bluntly, the Hundred Soul Banner is just a way of cultivating ghosts. Ghosts devour each other to strengthen themselves. There is nothing to say about this nature.

The problem is that these two people are obviously human monks, but they just forcibly killed the monks to extract the living souls for the purpose of refining the Hundred Soul Banner.

This way is too hurtful, it is more than enough to die.

"Overreaching" the Yaksha King holding a steel fork, rushed directly into the ghost fog, opened his mouth wide, and devoured the fierce soul frantically.

Yunyang's mental power is too strong, but his physical body is too weak, so he can't use too strong mental power, otherwise his physical body will collapse because he can't bear it.

Even so, the summoned Yaksha King is not something these spirits of the refining period can resist.

"You can go to die too!" Feng Wu Liu Huan launched brazenly, and three afterimages rushed towards the three of them respectively.

"Not good" the female monk hurriedly tore open a diamond talisman, and a golden light protected her in it.

"Sword Eleven"

The silver frost sword in his hand was cold, and the sharp sword energy cut into the golden light shield, like cutting tofu, the golden light shield could not resist it at all.

A sword to seal the throat, and another sword to seal the throat.

"How is it possible?" Although the two men in black covered their faces, they did not cover their eyes. The look of fear in their eyes could not be faked.

"This person is a foundation-builder monk, let's go!" The two men in black rushed back, split into two groups neatly, and quickly fled in opposite directions.

"Are you leaving?" Before the two could react, Yunyang had already approached.

Roaring, King Yaksha soared into the sky, like an eagle and mallard fish, and swept up a man in black.

"what"

Yaksha King is the magic image of the demon god conceived, devouring the soul.

After a scream, the man in black in Yasha King's hand was no longer breathing.