However, when they realized again that this was an out-of-control soul-calling flag, no matter how strong their Taoist heart was, they could not hide the fear of death in their hearts.

Those who could run from the place where the urgent urging was coming should run as fast as they could. If they couldn't escape, there was nothing they could do. They had to run away first.

Jian Mubai's figure appeared at the place where Duan De disappeared, and then his everlasting cold expression suddenly became extremely ugly. He was originally here to create some pressure on Duan De, but what idiot forced this kid to completely give up the control of the Soul-Calling Flag?

?

The body of the Lord of Jiuyuan City was found with a sweep of his consciousness. The next moment, it appeared above the body. The tiny needle-shaped light flowing out of his eyes told outsiders of his anger!

Staring at the cold and stiff corpse at his feet, Jian Mubai's calm Taoist heart, which had not been disturbed for a long time, became extremely frantic. The city lord of the small and remote Jiuyuan City was actually at the peak of the Mahayana period?

Fortunately, he didn't want to be brave and take action against the junior? He could feel the summoning flag not far away, but there was nothing he could do about it with its full power and out of control.

"Leave it to that self-righteous ice woman to deal with, hum!"

He took out a piece of the same tortoise shell that Qingyun had originally taken out, and saw that the good tortoise shell turned into powder and flew away in his hands. At the same time, in a corner of the world, Qingyun Lao Dao stared at the tortoise shell that turned into powder with an ugly expression.

The raging anger shook the small nest where he and Qing Ming stayed temporarily into dust. Qing Ming, who was also cultivated, was pushed away by the momentum and spoke anxiously.

"What's wrong, husband!"

Qingyun's figure disappeared immediately, and Qingming was confused and didn't know why Mr. Dao was so mad. She had only seen him so angry once, when her husband's predecessor was robbed.

"Could it be that something happened to Duan De?"

The calamity of the Soul-Calling Flag lasted for only seven days. When the leader of the Xuanbing Sect led a group of elders and brought the sect-suppressing immortal weapon to angrily suppress it, the super-giant flag that towered between the sky and the earth shrank and disappeared.

The current leader of the Xuan Bing Sect, Bai Jing, vomited blood for three fights and fell unconscious on the spot. Within seven days, all life in the southeastern part of the Xuan Bing Sect was exterminated, and more than a hundred cities were turned into empty cities. The scope of the disaster was so wide that it almost caused her Xuan Bing Sect to break her muscles and bones. She couldn't believe it.

More than a hundred Mahayana monks died due to evil deeds.

The impact of this man-made disaster that shocked the cultivator world has just begun. The Netherworld Sect has once again been pushed to the forefront. The already unpopular Netherworld Sect monks have become street rats outside, making people hate and fear them.

The ghost who was dumped in the far west was still in the Tiande Sect when he heard the news, while the Netherworld Sect was in the east. He sat in the teleportation array continuously until he vomited, and he didn't know how many times he scolded Duan De.

The key is that he almost ran out of spirit stones to sit in the teleportation formation, and by chance he ended up in Hongfan City, where Duan De had been away from the mountain for a while. Now that he appeared in this costume, it aroused the ideas of the monks in Hongfan City.

Nether Soul had felt the hatred and fear of him from the monks along the way three days ago. Although the Nether Sect monks were not well received anywhere, they were not like this.

He ran out of spirit stones and walked out of the hall with a faint sigh. He had to find a way to get some spirit stones before he could go back. He also went to the city to find out why they were so defensive about him?

An overly nervous monk who was guarding the formation during the foundation-building period of the Wang family accidentally grabbed the flying sword in his hand and shot it at the ghost. He was shocked and screamed ferociously.

"Kill this life-threatening impermanence!"

The Teleportation Hall was already a crowded area, so when he spoke, the rest of the monks who were already nervous followed suit and attacked the ghost.

Ghost, who is already in a bad mood, has never been a good-tempered person. How can he not be angry when being attacked by low-level monks for no apparent reason?

"How brave!"

Immediately, he waved his hand and a black light spread out, and his own soul-calling flag appeared in his hand. It was not Duan De's, but it was also powerful. A big skull appeared at his feet, and the cold aura immediately covered the teleportation hall for a hundred feet.

When everyone saw the soul-calling flag, they were all frightened out of their wits and shouted loudly as they ran away.

"The evil cultivator of Netherworld Sect has released the soul calling flag! Everyone, run away!"

The soul of the foundation-building stage who had taken action in advance had already entered the ghost flag, as had several monks swept by the black light. Their cultivation levels were far different, not to mention that this legendary soul-calling flag was also a good treasure at the same level.

When the Wang family's Jindan learned that something happened to the teleportation array, they all went to support them. They were used to being arrogant in this small town. How could they tolerate this?

In the end, there was an inexplicable fight that ended with the Wang family's golden elixir being wiped out. The ghost was not bloodthirsty, but how could he not fight back if anyone hit him? He did it anyway.

He simply asked which faction these people belonged to, ran all the way to the Wang family and snatched the spiritual stones and other valuable property. Shi Shiran escaped while sitting in the formation, thinking that these small families whose brains had been gnawed by pigs are really good people.

It's just a timely help, the spiritual stone is enough for me to return to the sect.

There are many monks from the Netherworld Sect who have encountered the same situation as him, and the result may not be as lucky as his. The Netherworld Sect is also extremely angry. Not to mention that his own sect has taken the blame, and the disciples outside have suffered heavy losses, so they have to say something.

Anyone who dares to embarrass the monks of our sect must come with a soul-calling flag, and the situation will improve.

A melee of the highest level somewhere in the world of cultivators has just ended. There is a strange formation in this unknown place that blocks the secrets of heaven. At this time, the whole sky is still in chaos.

Different pictures flickered in and out of space in the sky. The most eye-catching thing about the twisted and chaotic space was a few extremely transparent red rays of light, interspersed among various chaotic scenes without moving at all.

Jian Mubai's body was no longer as straight as a sword, and his face was pale and he was floating cross-legged in the air. The cold and beautiful young woman also fell to the ground with disheveled temples and red lips bleeding.

Although the middle-aged scribe stood aside with a serious expression, his robes were also torn to pieces, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth. The most miserable red beard was now lying unconscious in a palm pit like a super abyss.

Suspended in front of them were Liao Yuan and the female Bodhisattva. There were only two people diagonally above them. They also had extremely gloomy faces. One was Qing Yun, holding a nine-foot-long crimson sword filled with cold light.

Red clouds continue to float out of the sword body, and the fairy light lingers endlessly. This is the legendary 'Red Lian Fairy Sword'!

The other one is Mo Yingying's grandfather. He has a strange-shaped long knife in his hand. The body of the knife cannot be seen. The strong black evil energy blocks the view. Although the pressure is not as strong as the Chi Lianjian, it is definitely not an ordinary Taoist treasure.

In the distance, the dragon-horned man with his hands hanging in the air faintly locked eyes with the short old man. The short old man didn't care. There were more than a dozen small metal balls surrounding him, secretly guarding against the furious Chi Lian, but the figure shrouded in gray mist did not join.

, just watching silently.

"Friend Chi Lian and crazy fellow Taoist demons, please stop it. We cannot withstand internal friction. We, who are already weak, have fewer and fewer opportunities. This matter is not their fault."

Qing Yun said in a cold voice: "You know that there are few opportunities and you are still self-righteous? Can you find me another soul that is not stained by the cause and effect of this world? Do you know how many people in our Tiande Sect died for this son? I hope it is not what you say.

Come out! A bunch of idiots who are incapable of succeeding and ready to fail. Let your superiors take charge. You are too weak to say anything and don’t even know the basic purpose. Continue, haha!"

"Your disciple released such an evil thing to slaughter all the southeastern regions of my sect. You can't escape from such a crime! God's punishment will come! Why don't you break this cage yourself if you are strong in force!"
Chapter completed!