Tushanjun’s eyes widened and his body twitched as he lay on the ground.

The dust and dirt from the village flooded into my mouth and nose as I breathed.

The snot and tears couldn't stop, mixed with the dirt in the nose and the ground, and turned into mud, which stuck to the face.

The tendons of the hands and feet were severed, and the limbs were abnormally twisted.

His mouth was full of blood, and half of his tongue was tightly clenched in his hand. He was uh-uh-uh-uh, speechless.

He didn't have the strength to say anything harsh, he was only filled with resentment, resentment and the purest hatred.

He didn't understand why he was suffering like this.

They have obviously come back to life, and as long as they live well, they can occupy a place.

But God didn't even give him the slightest chance of survival.

How unfortunate!

I hate it so much!

Tushanjun, who was tortured to a state of disgrace, had bright and frightening eyes.

It was obvious that the loss of blood was extinguishing his vitality, but those eyes were still full of life.

The limp body squirmed hard on the ground, spreading out large blood stains.

Mixed mud wraps around the body.

Like ugly bugs.

Struggle for survival.

As long as you can survive, there is still hope.

Every step caused wounds all over his body, making his face look hideous unconsciously.

Leave.

Escape from the demon cultivator, escape from the great formation.

If possible, he would like to escape from this cruel world.

"I hate it so much!"

The blade of the sword passed over my neck, and a chill penetrated my heart.

‘I’m not willing to give in!’

‘Unwilling to...’

His eyes widened, Tu Shanjun was already in a different place.

"You damn demon cultivator, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"Never!"

The great head stared at the demonic monster in the blood.

As he lay dying, all that was left was the hoarse and shrill cry of "uh huh".

"Introduce Qi into the body, use resentment as the foundation, use hatred as the bone, gather Qi to condense ghosts."

"Disease!"

The magic cultivator's hand seals were changing rapidly, and his mouth was full of obscure formulas.

Turbulent gray mist surged from Tushanjun's body, and finally gathered into a shadow.

Shadows flicker, death appears, and evil spirits gather crazily.

The demon cultivator stared at Tushanjun's body with burning eyes.

What he wants is a powerful soul full of resentment, preferably one that can directly turn into a ghost.

Now under the influence of gathering evil spirits, draw Qi into the body.

It depends on whether this ghost can bear it.

A figure emerged from the black mist.

The green face, fangs, red hair, and bloody pupils look like a ferocious demon crawling out of hell.

"Hahaha."

"Okay, great!"

"Now that we have this main soul, the soul banner will be complete from now on." The demon cultivator was extremely excited.

Although he expected it, he didn't expect it to be successful so quickly.

It should be a ghost with strong soul.

Seeing the surging ghostly mist and evil aura evolving immediately, it must be a ghost that has entered a higher level.

"Collect."

The abbot Xu Zun's soul flag waved under the influence of magic power, attracting the evil ghost that had just appeared.

The scarlet ghost eyes of the phantom are staring not far away, activating the soul flag to pinch the magic cultivator.

The ghostly shadow screams.

The ear-piercing ghostly roar stirs up ghostly energy all over the body.

However, the soul flag behind him suppressed him firmly, not giving him a chance to take revenge.

The screams of ghosts continue for a long time.

"Array."

"Come together!."

The demonic monks sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, and the blood evil energy was like a furnace, with turbulent waves.

Zhangxuzun's soul flag hangs high above the demon cultivator's head, spinning slowly, introducing the scarlet evil spirit into the soul flag.

The originally crudely made soul flags turned out to be exquisite.

Under the refining of the large formation, all the corpses were visibly dry.

In the end, only the withered bones were left, turning into dust under the influence of the soul flags.

The soul flag turned into a small one-foot flag under the influence of mana.

The demon cultivator grabbed the soul flag and inspected it immediately.

"Low-level magic weapon?" The demon cultivator frowned, his expression unwavering.

He used the sect’s Ten Directions Blood Sacrifice Refining Flag Formation.

Although this soul flag embryo is a standard magic weapon embryo redeemed from the sect.

However, with the flesh and blood of more than 200 people and a group of powerful ghosts using the Ghost Refining Art, there should be a chance to reach the intermediate level.

Why do I only have one low-level magic weapon now?

"My weapon refining techniques are strictly in accordance with the records in the books. Could it be that my weapon refining talent is too low?"

The demon cultivator couldn't help but doubt his own talent, and his original joyful expression disappeared.

It would be better to spend spiritual stones to hire disciples from the sect who are good at refining weapons.

Even the powerful ghosts could not save his talent for refining, and the good materials he added were in vain, and the impurities were basically not eliminated.

This soul-honoring flag is like a crudely made stick, which was kneaded at will by the blacksmith, making it rather cold and hard.

In short, it's better to use it than not.

It should be noted that casual cultivators at the beginning of Qi training can get it if they don’t even see low-grade magic weapons.

If you have the opportunity to practice some more in the future, you might be able to make some improvements.

Lift the blood array.

The magic monk went straight to the mass grave that the old village chief mentioned.

According to the villagers, there seems to be something unusual there, and maybe some more souls can be found there.

Among the more than a hundred people who participated in the blood sacrifice, only a dozen souls entered the soul flag.

Most of them disappeared as soon as the sun shone, and the remaining ones were crushed by the evil energy.

The living souls that are too weak are useless to monks, and they have to be sacrificed and refined by themselves. It is better to use soul flags to catch a few ghosts.

As long as the cultivation and spiritual consciousness are not weaker than those of Yin Hun, there will be no risk of backlash.

Along with the mana sacrifice, Tushanjun inside the banner is like a basin of biting cold water in the dog days of summer, and like a weapon out of the furnace being tempered by mountain spring water.

A snort!

The coolness hits my head and I wake up instantly.

Tu Shanjun woke up from his confusion and saw that he was still conscious, and he was overjoyed: "I'm still alive!"
To be continued...