The wind and snow are getting lighter.

The scene is also becoming unreal.

Tu Shanjun could only watch his body return to the soul flag.

The sound was hazy and became unclear, as if the surrounding scenes were quickly moving away.

Everything is gradually going away.

In Tushanjun's eyes, other things change very slowly.

Wen Yue's white hair stained with frost and snow was flying in the wind.

Song Ran and the three children rushed in front of Wen Yue and hugged Wen Yue who was standing there.

Of course adults understand what life and death are.

The second and third children are still young and they don’t understand what separation is. They only cry when they feel uncomfortable.

Wen Peng already understood a little bit, and he vaguely thought about this problem.

My father was asleep, just like my grandfather, who had been sleeping for many years and never woke up.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Calls and cries have all merged into the snowy sky.

Zhang Zhichen's lips moved slightly.

Xu Qing sighed and held Zhang Zhichen's arm.

The couple met Wen Yue much earlier, and they never expected that Wen Yue, who was difficult for them to catch up with, would die on the way to break through the foundation.

"The road to pursuing the road is always full of unknowns."

Ding Xie just slightly bowed his hand.

As he waved his hand, not only Wen Yue's holding talisman fell into his hand, but also the magic weapon on Wen Yue's body also flew down.

"A thousand lower-grade spiritual stones will be confiscated. If the spiritual stones are not enough, they will be converted into magical weapons."

After opening the talisman, Ding Xie's expression remained unchanged and he just sighed: "I didn't expect the casual cultivators in Xiaolingzhou to be so poor."

As he said that, he glanced at Chen Dong, the three of them, and Zhang Zhichen and his wife.

Finally, he focused his attention on the foot-long soul flag in his hand.

Mana pours in.

The one-foot-long soul flag turned into ten feet, and the deep cold light was restrained in the flag pole.

As the soul flag opened, the flag nearly two feet in length fluttered.

The banner depicting the Night Journey of One Hundred Ghosts was displayed in front of everyone.

Ding Xie didn't expect that this was a top-quality magic weapon, and that there were countless ghosts and ghosts in the soul flag. Just holding it in his hand felt full of power.

With the help of this magic weapon, the monks within the foundation can even fight across small realms.

"It's a pity that this magical weapon is Zhang Hun Banner."

Ding Xie just sighed.

This matter is not his business. Whether it is a magic weapon or any other magic weapon, the best magic weapon is enough to pay off the debt. He only needs to hand over the weapon.

Originally, Wen Yue's matter was dispensable. If it weren't for Feng Ji, Ding Xie wouldn't have come to Xiaolingzhou.

Even if there are enough spirit stones in Wen Yue's storage bag, Ding Xie has no intention of leaving the soul flag here.

This thing itself needs to regenerate souls. It's okay to meet those who stick to the bottom line. If they are monks who can't stick to it, they will kill wantonly for the sake of strength.

[Whether to bind the new banner master]

The beep of the system brought Tushanjun back to his senses, but that was all.

Zhang Xu's soul flag turned into a ruler again, and when Ding Xie was about to put it away, a figure appeared in front of him.

"Senior, senior."

"I'm Liu Chuang of the Five Spirit Sect, is the magical weapon in your hands a soul flag?"

Liu Chuang saluted, trembling because of nervousness.

But he still firmly stopped Ding Xie.

Chen Dong's eyes widened, and Wang Cheng shrank back in fear.

It's easy to offend the senior of Qi Lian Dzogchen. This is a great monk in the foundation-building stage and a disciple of the Shangzong from outside the state. He has extraordinary fighting power and a profound background.

If this offends others, all three of them will have no good fruit to eat.

"That's right, it's the Zunhun Banner. What's the matter with you?" Ding Xie was puzzled and did not leave directly.

Liu Chuang gritted his teeth. He didn't know if the soul flag was the same as what Senior Brother Mo described.

Now that I have seen it, I can only confirm whether there is Li Qingfeng’s living soul in it.

"I have a good friend who should have become a soul banner to serve as a soul. Senior, can you please release the soul in the banner for me to find." Liu Chuang saluted quickly, fearing that his words would offend the Shangzong clan.

Ding Xie became interested and asked: "How do you believe so firmly? Could it be that Wen Yue killed your friend and extracted his soul?"

"Absolutely impossible. Fellow Daoist Wen is not that kind of person."

Before Liu Chuang spoke, Zhang Zhichen spoke first.

"Senior, please forgive me." Xu Qing quickly apologized.

Don't be in a hurry to speak at this time. You will know after others explain it clearly.

Moreover, they are now facing a great foundation-building monk. Even if the Wanfa Sect is a well-known and upright sect, the gap in cultivation is still making people nervous.

"This is none of Senior Wen's business."

"This is what happened..." Liu Chuang recounted exactly what Mo Qi had told him.

"That's why I want senior to see it."

Ding Xie nodded slightly and said nothing, but used his magic power to release all the ghosts in the soul flag except Tu Shanjun.

There are more than 900 people in total, which is very large.

There are people of all abilities among them, even Wen Yue is among them.

"Mom, it's dad."

Wen Peng pointed at Wen Yue who appeared in front of them.

Song Ran also hurriedly looked over, and with her consciousness, she could clearly see that the person was Wen Yue.

The rest of the people were even more shocked.

They didn't expect that there were so many powerful living souls in the soul flag.

Zhang Zhichen and his wife saw many familiar people among them, but this was something they had known for a long time.

Back then, in front of the Nanyue Mountain Dharma Array, monk Yuan Gun and the others coveted the soul flag, but were finally killed by the guardian Yin spirits and dragged into the soul flag.

Although Liu Chuang was also shocked, he hurriedly looked for Li Qingfeng.

He used his spiritual consciousness to search quickly, and he found Li Qingfeng in a dozen breaths.

He looks like a scholar and has a dull expression.

His face and body shape were exactly as he remembered them.

But over the years, Li Qingfeng has become more or less demonic.

Liu Chuang shouted: "Brother Qingfeng."

"Brother Qingfeng, please speak, I am Liu Chuang."

"Senior, what's wrong with him? Please save him." Liu Chuang looked at Ding Xie for help. He didn't understand why Brother Qingfeng was like this. He looked like a living dead now.

Ding Xie knew something, but he didn't say anything. He just said, "I'll give it a try."

He injected magic power into the soul flag, and then activated the magic weapon to peel off Li Qingfeng's living soul.

Tushanjun inside the banner has a calm expression, and there is no wave in his eyes.

There is no way to peel off the living soul. Not to mention ordinary monks, even banner masters like Wen Yue cannot pull out the living soul from the soul banner.

They have already tried it, no matter what method they use, it doesn't work.

The scarlet system panel also showed no response.

In addition to displaying data normally, there is also no option to remove souls.

Those who enter the soul banner have no possibility of leaving.

"Huh?"

Ding Xie frowned. He had also obtained a soul flag-type magic weapon before.

As long as the body of the soul flag is controlled with magic power, the soul can be pulled out.
To be continued...