Once you enter the ruins of Blood Spirit Hall.

The smell of decay was carried by the dust.

Looking around, the originally gray underground space was riddled with holes, and the collapse of the Blood Spirit Palace also caused the entire ruins to sink.

Perhaps within ten years, the ruins will be completely filled up by Nanyue Mountain.

Ding Xie took out the token, put his mana on the token, and suddenly several lines of twisted small characters with pale light appeared.

The pool of blood surged, and a broken body emerged to face Ding Xie.

The blood demon's red eyes were filled with shock. He didn't expect that the visitor was only in the middle stage of foundation building.

However, he felt great pressure from the person in front of him, which was a kind of danger that entered his soul from the outside in.

The blood demon's sanity is incomplete, and sometimes the demonic nature will overwhelm the spiritual intelligence, but this does not mean that he cannot feel the crisis.

"Who are you?"

"Wanfa Sect, law enforcement disciple, Ding Xie."

Ding Xie stared at the Blood Demon quietly, unable to help but sigh, with regret flashing in his eyes.

"Wanfa Sect?"

The blood demon's eyes widened and he murmured.

As if unconsciously, he stretched out his incomplete palm and touched his cheek. It was moist but not blood-colored: "Is it water?"

"Where is Wanfa Sect?"

The Gorefiend was furious, and his heart was agitated.

He didn't know what agitation was, he just felt uncomfortable. Just hearing the name made him feel very uncomfortable.

As he screamed, blood flickered on his body, and his originally clear red eyes were covered with a layer of haze.

Bewitched.

In fact, the blood demon has already been possessed, but sometimes his mind can still gain the upper hand.

It's a pity that because of the passage of time, he has already forgotten everything.

"The blood demon becomes great."

A pool of blood surged into his body, and a bloody demon figure several feet tall appeared in front of Ding Xie.

As the bloody palm was raised, the four walls of blood quickly rose up, shrouding Ding Xie in the center area.

The huge power caused Ding Xie to wear hunting robes, and his face did not change, as he faced the overpowering Blood Demon.

"Breaking Cone."

Turn your wrist and pinch out the seal.

The magic-breaking cone that was condensed using mana appeared in Ding Xie's palm.

The awl shot out.

In an instant, it penetrated the head of the giant blood demon.

Cracks appeared in the huge body, and the surrounding blood pool suddenly collapsed and fell.

The remains of the Blood Demon were completely revealed, clarity appeared in his eyes, and he shouted excitedly: "Wanfa Sect?"

"Wanfa Sect!"

Tu Shanjun inside the banner was already paying attention to the battle situation. Seeing that the Blood Demon was defeated, he immediately sent a message into the secret passage: "Accept him into the banner?"

Ding Xie shook his head: "Forget it, senior brother still has some immortality in his true spirit. It would be better for him to be reincarnated than to enter the soul flag."

He could see clearly that there was no way he could be rescued if he entered the soul flag. If he incorporated his senior brother's Yin Shen into it, it would at most enhance the strength of the soul flag.

But he doesn't want to do this.

Maybe one day he will have an accident while on a mission.

He wanted those who came after him to help him regain his body, rather than refine a magic weapon.

And if he really turns his senior brother into a devil, how will he explain to the elders of the sect when he returns to the sect?

Seeing the death of my senior brother will inevitably make me emotional.

He thought that one day he would deal with his former sect disciples.

But after actually doing this, the feeling is really hard to describe.

Fortunately, Ding Xie was free and easy by nature and did not continue to struggle.

Tu Shanjun did not ask Ding Xie again, nor did he force all the powerful Yin gods to be included in his pocket.

If possible, he hopes more than Ding Xie to release the ghosts of Wen Yue and others in the soul flag and let them reincarnate.

Instead of facing the unknown future with yourself.

The road ahead is long, and Tu Shanjun has no confidence at all. He doesn't know whether every step will lead to life or death.

Sometimes even Tushanjun feels that he can just die and die happily.

But he can't die.

From this point of view, Hou Boxu was right not to enter the flag.

The soul can be reincarnated, but entering the soul flag is a limitation.

The soul flag is like a cage, trapping all the people who are intertwined with him on the Internet.

The blood demon Yin Shen disappeared, and a coffin emerged from the bottom of the blood pool.

Ding Xie opened the coffin in front of him.

The corpse looked handsome, and was preserved by the blood pool as if it were lifelike.

He was wearing the robe of a law enforcement disciple of Wanfa Sect, with a token hanging on his waist, and a holding charm affixed to the token.

Ding Xie used his magic power to awaken the token, and several lines of small words suddenly appeared.

After verifying the identity, close the coffin lid and put it into the storage talisman.

"Senior Brother Hu, thank you for your hard work."

"Junior brother, take you back to the sect."

Seeing Ding Xie doing everything solemnly and ceremoniously, Tu Shanjun didn't have much reaction, he just felt that it was cumbersome.

Tushanjun just looked on coldly.

He is too lazy to care about things that have nothing to do with him.

Even saying two more sentences feels like a waste of my time.

Emotionally, it is difficult for human beings to share joys and sorrows.

If it were Wen Yue and Tu Shanjun who defeated the Blood Demon now, they would not care about the identity of the Blood Demon.

No matter if he is a disciple of the sect or not, or even has some kind of background, he should first collect the soul flags to improve his strength.

It's different when you get to Ding Xie.

He will conscientiously restrain the corpse and will not let the evil spirit enter the banner.

I will also feel sad because of what happened to my former senior brother.

Tu Shanjun looked at everything in front of him with a calm expression. In the final analysis, it had nothing to do with me.

I only care about things that concern me, think about them seriously, and feel happy, angry, sad, and happy about them.

For things that have nothing to do with me, I can at most sigh: "The world is so difficult."

Or if you spit twice, step on it twice, turn around and forget about it, you may never think about it again in the rest of your life.

Who in this world is really completely easy?

'But what does that have to do with me?'

The suffering of others is not caused by him.

Is it easy for him?

In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. As soon as he traveled through time, he was trained by the devil to become the main soul of a magical weapon.

To whom should I tell my sorrow?

Enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens to survive under the hands of demonic cultivators, for Tushanjun, every day in the hands of his enemies is a painful torment.

It was an unspeakable hatred.

After finally killing the demon cultivator, I thought the future was bright.

Who would have thought that good brothers who had known each other for two years and fought side by side would die in battle.

The only disciple who respected his master and respected him from the bottom of his heart died when he broke through the foundation.

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To be continued...