Under one person: You also said that you are not an evil cultivator!

Chapter 95 There are so many delicious souls to enjoy, the feast begins!
At this time, Rong Shan was not having a good time either. The head of the Penglai Sword Sect only suffered damage from that move. Wu Xiaozhong entangled him.

Wu Xiaozhong is a legendary Gu master in Miaojiang. Although he is nearly a hundred years old, he is proficient in all kinds of Gu poisons. He is not given any chance to get close to him. He can only use thunder to kill the poisonous miasma again and again. Isn't it a sneak attack? It was also extremely difficult for the Gu worms to defend themselves, and there was no time left to take care of Su Ming.

But fortunately, Su Ming's tricks were good, he was stunned the moment he disappeared, but it was also a good thing, if he didn't need to consider Su Ming's safety, it would not be impossible for him to survive by himself.

But suddenly his eyes froze, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

He really couldn't hold back, and he swears for the first time in his 40s.

Su Ming disappeared only for an instant, and soon reappeared in the same place. The first second he appeared, he launched an attack on Yuan Tao.

This guy is a lunatic!
Totally crazy!
What level of expert is Yuan Tao? Just now a bead almost crushed you to death, don't you know yourself?
Sure enough, if Yuan Tao dealt with the company so well, how could it have allowed him to be unrestrained for decades, and the corners of his eyes would bleed when he saw Chi kiss and Pu Lao in succession.

Master rarely gave them tasks, especially after he was 20 years old, even the cultivation tasks were made by himself. This was the first task Master gave him in more than 20 years!
He wanted to remind, but it was Pu Laozhu!

A bead that directly sends out a spiritual attack is useless for any defense. A righteous person can still resist with righteousness and tenacity, but Su Ming is an evil cultivator!
Ordinary mental attacks are fatal to him, not to mention Yuantao, a magic weapon that is at the peak of spiritual attacks itself?
"Yuantao!"

Rong Shan roared angrily, because Wu Xiaozhong seized the opportunity to bite him with the centipede because he was distracted, and a large piece of flesh and blood began to turn black, but he tore it all off without taking his eyes off Yuan Tao.

"You, an old guy who has lived for more than 60 years, is so vicious to a younger generation, and lived to be a dog for more than 40 years?"

Yuan Tao just smiled disdainfully when his body fell down, "You only talk about seniority in the right way, we are full of nature."

"Hey, it's only about strength!"

Su Ming's saber was obviously less than ten centimeters away in front of his eyes, but his expression showed no panic at all. While the defense of Chiwen Bead was leisurely opened, Pu Lao Bead's mental attack had already been launched, as if there was a hint of panic. Ruo Wu's faint light drifted toward Su Ming's head.

He was completely relieved when he saw the moment when he entered Su Ming's head.

If it wasn't for safety, he didn't even need to continue to open the Chiwen Bead now. If it wasn't for time, he would have to do a backward movement to put everything in place.

But his eyes suddenly changed from leisurely and complacent to suspicious, because what he saw in Su Ming's eyes was not the emptiness like an idiot, but an unprecedented clarity.

When he tried to communicate with that ray of dim light, his expression became even more panicked, and in the end it was panic!

Because in his perception, that ray of dim light did not directly destroy Su Ming's sanity, but was like a mud cow entering the sea, without a trace of sound.

Su Ming's eyes seemed to have been seen by the eyes of an old celestial master, not because of landslides and landslides, not because of clouds and clouds, like the calmest sea in the world.
His thoughts stagnated for a moment unknowingly, that is to say, in this short moment, the sharp edge of the knife tip had already caused blood to ooze from the center of his brow.

"You only talk about strength when you are whole-natured, we are evil cultivators"

Su Ming's voice was as calm as his eyes, without any waves.

"Only talk about life and death!"

The previous leopard-like mental attack couldn't even stop him for a moment, although this time the attack was obviously much better than that leopard-like attack, concentrated, sharp, hard to defend, and more than three or four times more powerful, but
He, Su Ming, has not been stagnant, and now his followers are close to two thousand, so the so-called spiritual attack can't make any waves in the face of incense!
With the escalation of the battle, the emotional field has become more and more tasteless, but it does not mean that it is completely useless. It is still possible to freeze the relaxed Yuan Tao for a moment.

At a distance of ten centimeters, the knife almost fell against the defense of Chiwen Bead.

But he still underestimated Yuan Tao's terrifying cultivation, the pain made him wake up for a moment, and the chi kiss bead finally broke out.

The gentle force dragged Su Ming's body away in an instant, and the knife tip left a hideous wound on Yuan Tao's face, but his unbelievable gaze remained unchanged.

"Aren't you an evil cultivator? Why?"

His voice was a little trembling, and Pu Laozhu, who was always invincible, was confident that even if he faced Shang Rongshan, he would be confused for at least a few seconds, and the chaos for a few seconds was enough to kill him ten times.

Even the other high skills of the Tianshi Mansion are enough for him to leave a chance for the next attack, but now he can't even stand still for a moment against the last evil cultivator?

"Who said I was cultivating evil?"

Su Ming's slowly raised eyes turned blood red again in an instant, and the bloodshot and black qi in his eyes were even worse than before.
"I sue you for slander!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, there were countless screams and frenzy, which made people's scalp numb.

While speaking, he flipped his left hand, and a three-foot-high soul banner appeared in his hand. The banner was the color of white bones, with countless dark lines all over it slowly swimming, and the four blood streamers hanging down The cloth is like a long tongue of black and white impermanence, and the moment it sways, the wind blows everywhere.

The entire venue seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss in an instant, and the surrounding air seemed to make everyone feel that their souls were about to freeze, and the confinement of the dark wind made the flow of sunlight and air extremely stagnant.

Even Yuan Tao couldn't help swallowing, his eyes trembling.

At his age, he claims that he has nothing to surprise him except longevity, but now
The throbbing from the soul will never be fake, he has seen the soul banner before, and the gray lines on the top of the banner represent a living soul.
"Are these nearly two thousand living souls joking with me?"

These words were not made by Yuan Tao, but by a young man who had been sitting firmly in the auditorium. Now he was shaking uncontrollably all over his body. The instability of Qi gradually made Yu Huadu's cover-up gradually ineffective, and finally revealed his true colors. .

Xue Fan!

If anyone is said to be the number one master at playing soul banners, it is undoubtedly him.

I learned from the folk "carrying flags to buy water", referred to as crying graves.

Crying graves is precisely a unique industry. In ancient times, funerals were a major event in a person's life. Rich families would often choose children with good facial features to pretend to be "filial sons and virtuous grandchildren" to carry flags and buy water instead of them. It shows the prosperity of the family. It shows the sincerity of the people.

In the world of aliens, the history of crying graves is even longer. It is the most primitive means of communicating with souls, allowing souls to help them fight, and the soul flags were originally from their hands.

But Xue Fan, the most famous grave-cryer in the alien world, looked at Su Ming with indescribable eyes at this time. He took out the "filial piety banner" he had practiced for more than 20 years and took a look. down.

There is basically no room for soul banners to survive in this society. Not to mention that the souls of ordinary people are not very powerful, and they will face the company's death order, but how many soul banners can he make up?
So he combined what he had learned and awakened abilities to refine this filial son banner, his uncle, second uncle, uncle, and master.
It's all in there.
I thought I had created a miracle of a soul streamer, but now I compare
"Uncle, father, master, you all died so miserable~"

Big drops of tears fell on Xiaozifan. He used to cry in order to influence the opponent's mind with his crying, so that Xiaozifan could take advantage of it, but this time.
He couldn't tell whether it was sad or pathetic.

His strength is not bad at all, but he saw through false tears in a funeral and awakened the ability of ghosts to attach to him. He is a unique expert in playing with souls.

I have also heard about Su Ming's methods before, Shen Chong's hands, Xia He's arms, and Baron's hands were all healed by him, but now seeing Su Ming's soul flag, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

It took a long time before he said with a bitter expression, "How many people did this kill?"

In fact, even if he didn't ask this question, he would have an answer in his heart, but the answer was too unbelievable.

"Fake, his soul banner is fake, it's just a bluff made by some tricks"

In order to strengthen his confidence, he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, as if to cheer himself up.

As a grave cryer, he sleeps in graveyards every day, and he will dig wherever there are many dead people, but now he finally feels an emotion called "fear".

"Fake, if he really killed two thousand companies, can he still live until now?"

"Fake, no one can survive the Hundred Soul Tribulation! Yes, no one can survive!"

"He has only been practicing for a month now, killing sixty or seventy aliens a day"

He himself couldn't help laughing at this point, how can something that the ancients couldn't do in modern times exist, and he ignored the fact that the filial son flag in his hand was trembling.

But now Su Ming didn't even look at him. A terrifying banner was dancing in his hand, and ghosts poured out continuously from the banner, and from a distance, he could only see a large swath of it.

The whistling and roaring screams of ghosts that danced out could no longer be trapped by the soul banners, but were trapped by Su Ming, like wild ghosts that had escaped, intertwined and entangled with each other, but roared and rushed out immediately after seeing the delicious soul. .

Su Ming opened his arms heartily, took a deep breath, his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had turned into a wandering ghost, "Smell~"

"Soul, what a delightful taste!"

Baihun Banner, which once showed its talents in Xiangxi, has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The five ghosts are picky eaters, but his soul banner is not picky, and the soul of two thousand is twenty times that of that time!
The unsolvable problem of the slow speed of ghosts in the past, now thanks to Yuan Tao, it perfectly solves it for him.

Two thousand ghosts can completely baptize this space back and forth in such a small space, so...
The real killing begins now!
"Wang Daochang, the common people in your chest need your protection now~"

The gleam of clarity in Su Ming's blood-red eyes flashed away.

"Otherwise, next time I will take this thing to your Wudang Mountain for a stroll!"

He had long seen Wang Ye, the silent guy in the crowd. When he was under the control of Baxia, he took a few steps forward, but then he shrank back when he realized that he was not dead, and then met At the time of Pu Laozhu, that guy opened half of the strange door after Fenghou, and when he saw that he was fine, he held back abruptly.

He didn't want to let himself die!
But Su Ming also saw that this guy would not make a move unless it was a moment of life and death, so he had no choice but to force him to make a move.

That guy said every day that he was afraid of trouble, but he didn't know that he was the source of the trouble, and those who cherished the common people could not ignore it at any time.

So Su Ming didn't care whether Wang Ye agreed or not, and threw the soul flag into the air while speaking.

The violent wind swept across the audience in an instant, and the howling ghosts surged like dark clouds covering the sky, making everyone's hearts tremble. They could feel their souls trembling, the tremor of wanting to escape !
"Sun thief, you are very good at playing! Even I can use it!"

Wang also gave Su Ming a hard look and shot out, even though he now felt that Su Ming deserved to die just like those Quan Xing, although he didn't know why Su Ming had so much confidence in him, and it was the same in the last battle against the four madmen. Anyway. Those hundreds of viewers are innocent after all.

Sighing lightly but feeling helpless, with a light step on the foot, the strange door opened in an instant after the wind.

"Dry words, dazzled!"

It was originally a small trick to confuse people's five senses, which is one of the most basic spells of warlocks, but in the hands of Wang Ye or in the Fenghou Qimen, this is the magical magic of turning the world upside down!
With a flick of his fingers, an invisible qi, like water melting into the sea, completely disappeared into the air, just as silent as his appearance, as if nothing had happened.
Although many people can feel the terrifying ghost, there are still some people who don't believe in evil. A young man of Quan Xing uses Qi to transform a thick layer of gloves on his arm, and then punches the ghost in front of him hard. .

"what!"

There was a shrill scream, and the arm passed through without any hindrance, but the moment it touched it, the flesh and blood shriveled rapidly, and the inertia caused his body to turn into a mummified corpse, and the sound of falling to the ground They are all extremely small, like a pile of fly ash without any weight.

Yuan Tao and the others also noticed that something was wrong. They were all veterans in this field, and they could see that the ghost was terrifying and powerful, an intensity they had never heard of before.

He wanted to attack Su Ming, but he was surrounded by hundreds of ghosts, let alone human beings, not even a mosquito could get close.

He gritted his teeth cruelly and wanted to throw a Jiulongzi at Su Ming, but at the moment of throwing the shot, he thought that the Jiulongzi that had failed three times was taken back.

Now in this situation, it's two things to say whether you can return the painstaking efforts of this life after throwing away.
Thinking of this, he yelled behind him, "Xue Fan! Think of a way!"

"Think of a shitty way!"

Xue Fan roared angrily before he could finish his words. This roar seemed to drain all his strength, and his trembling legs were completely unsteady, and he sat down on the ground directly.

"wait for death"

As the filial son began to wail, his second uncle's cry sounded first, followed by his uncle's.
He didn't care about the abnormality on the filial son's banner, but just stared blankly at the ghosts flying in the air, his mouth was trembling all the time.

There are clusters of ghosts pouring out of the space that can hardly be squeezed, each of them is an existence that makes him jealous, but now they are thrown out like beans.
The confidence he had built up with self-comfort with great difficulty before collapsed at this moment, completely dispelling the only luck left in his heart.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly looked at Rong Shan and said, "Aren't you a decent family?"

He hesitated and pointed at Su Ming for a long time, with an anxious expression.

"Look, can't you see, can't you see??"

Then he turned his head to look at Wang Ye in the air, "Master Dao, you cast down demons!"

"Are they all blind?"

"This is two thousand living souls!"

His tone became more and more intense, every second Su Ming lived seemed to be disrespectful to his father and master.

Refining them into the soul banner is to create a brand new path, but now
There is no short cut for living souls, unlike those lonely ghosts, old, weak, sick and disabled that entangled in his body, each of these living souls in front of him is alive and well, without vigorous vitality, such a good living soul cannot be nourished, and he was not a stranger before his death And at least the top athletes in the world!
"What about the company?"

He suddenly widened his eyes, tried to support himself with trembling hands, and kept looking for people from the company around him.

"Yes, the company! The company must take care of it!"

"Any living soul of such a guy is enough to be sentenced to death!"

Yuan Tao took a look at this guy who looked like a demon, and he couldn't count on him at all.

He can understand Xue Fan's collapse. Back then, this guy was considered extremely ruthless in nature. For the sake of this filial son, Fan brought his whole family and a master to refine him.

This is not a big deal, when he was still digging those three melons and two dates in cemeteries all over the world, he saw that it took others 30 days to reach a height that he could never reach in his life, and any soul would be enough for him to die When I drool for three days and three nights, I can imagine the feeling.

"The soul can enjoy so many flavors." Su Ming in the air was full of intoxication, and couldn't help but let out an admiration.

It took half a minute just to release two thousand living souls.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was not even a trace of blood red left, and his eyes were completely dark. His eyes continued to patrol the crowd, and finally landed on Yuan Tao, who was cautiously approaching the center, showing a smile.

"Don't be afraid of death, accept it with joy, and..."

"hug~"

A line of saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and he waved his hands violently. The overwhelming ghosts finally found their target at this moment, like thousands of dark crows calling for the coming of death.

(End of this chapter)