Yun Xiu heard what Senior Brother Su said was very reasonable. The more he looked at Fei Si, the more majestic and domineering he felt, but he was a little strange: "Constraining souls and killing ghosts? The Netherworld Cave is full of ghost cultivators. Do they use this to deal with their own people?"

Han Wanrong smiled and said: "Idiot! The owner of Fei Scythe is obviously a leader of ghost cultivators, a protector, etc. He uses this to restrain the ghosts."

Yun Xiu suddenly realized: "That's it! If none of you want it, the flying sickle will be mine! How about it? When I encounter treasures in the future, you will choose first, and I will choose later!"

Han Wanrong chuckled: "You are so young, how can you use such a magic weapon?"

Yun Xiu argued: "Sacrificing the flying sickle depends entirely on cultivation and mana! How big or small is it? I will use the power of the flying sickle to make up for the lack of the talisman. I will walk sideways in the Netherworld Cave, arresting souls and killing ghosts. See,

Who can stop me?"

Ye Ling saw that Yun Xiu was very fond of Fei Si, and nodded and said: "Well, no one will compete with you! However, the ghost cultivation tools in this cave are limited, and there are many of us. If there is not enough, we will get more next time.

Give priority to those who didn’t get a share this time!”

Everyone agreed and reached a tacit agreement on the distribution of the spoils.

In this way, Wang Shiyuan took away the evil dragon bone staff, and the little Taoist boy Yunxiu put the flying sickle into the storage bag.

Ye Ling's eyes fell on the Thousand Soul Flag, which exuded a cold air, and said: "This soul flag is somewhat similar to my wind flag. The demon soul sealed inside can also be used as medicine to make elixirs. This thing belongs to

Me!"

Only the bone flute and bone whistle in the Ice Pavilion were ignored.

Liang Yuzhu picked it up and looked at it again and again, but felt that it was useless. She said to everyone: "These two items are not considered treasures, right? I don't know what they are used for. It would be a pity to throw them away. If it is really

If no one wants it, I will put it away and set up a stall to sell it later to see if anyone knows the goods and how many spiritual stones I can sell."

Lu Binglan suddenly remembered something and looked back at Ye Ling: "Junior brother! I was besieged by a large group of thunder leopards that day, and you played the xun to save me. I guess it must be similar to the bone flute of this ghost cultivator?"

Ye Ling shook his head: "It's different! My octagonal wooden xun is the most precious treasure of the horned wood! Fairy Youyue borrowed my wooden xun that day to kill everyone in the East China Sea and severely damaged the Seahorse Demon Lord! Senior Brother and

The second senior sister has seen the power of the octagonal wooden xun. Are these bone flutes and bone whistles? They look extremely weird. Could they be warning objects in the ghost cultivator, used to attract friends? "

Ye Ling scanned it with his consciousness and couldn't see any clues, so he looked at Zixuan with questioning eyes.

Zixuan knew the reason, but she couldn't reveal it too obviously in front of everyone. She muttered: "The material of the bone flute is special. It looks like it is made of the bones of wild beasts. If my guess is right, it should be used to drive away monsters."

Used by corpses and zombies. The bone whistle is made of rhinoceros horn, and it should be used as a warning and sound transmission as expected by Master. It should not be blown easily, otherwise a group of ghosts will kill you, and there will be endless troubles."

When Han Wanrong heard this, she nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Miss Zixuan is right, this thing cannot be blown away! If many ghosts are attracted, they will think that the leader is calling, and when they see it is us, they will definitely swoop in and bite them.

"

Ye Ling responded: "Forget it, I'll take care of it!"

Everyone plundered all the treasures in the cave.

Han Wanrong looked around: "I think this cave is at the end and is a dead end. Let's go around the blood pool, return the same way, and find a new cave passage to see if we can enter the depths of the Netherworld Cave."

Zixuan inadvertently stepped on a square tile, pretended to sprain her foot, grabbed Ye Ling's arm, and then stood firm: "Oh, this floor tile seems to be empty!"

As she said this, she stamped her foot angrily, causing the floor tiles to shatter!

Ye Ling faintly heard the sound of the mountain collapsing and the ground cracking, and the entire cave collapsed! The shocked people hurriedly raised their swords in the air.
Chapter completed!