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Qin Sang stared at the soul-nurturing tree.

The soul-nurturing wood was completely black, with holes everywhere, like a piece of rotten wood that had been eaten by insects.

According to the records that Qin Sang had seen in ancient books before, the soul-nurturing tree looked like this.

On the surface of the soul-nurturing wood, there is a layer of faint green light shining. Only visible to the naked eye, it seems that even the soul has been soothed. This is the unique soul light of the soul-nurturing wood.

"So big!"

Qin Sang was shocked and extremely surprised.

The Inexhaustible Blood Mulberry he obtained in the Thunder Swallowing Falcon's Demon Nest was only a thin piece, which upgraded his magic weapon to the magic weapon level. If this piece of soul-nurturing wood could be refined, to what extent could the ebony sword be upgraded?

Is it possible to directly advance to the spiritual treasure?

Such a large piece of soul-nurturing wood can definitely resist the corrosion of Wujian Blood Mulberry.

After thinking about it, it was normal. If the soul-nurturing wood was too small and the power of the soul light was insufficient, Bai's remaining soul might not be able to persist for so long.

Qin Sang glanced at Bai, wondering if this man would be so honest and take out all the soul-nurturing trees.

However, even if he hid the spiritual wood in vain, he didn't want to delve deeper into it.

As the saying goes, accept when you see something good, don't be greedy.

These soul-nurturing trees are enough for him to upgrade the ebony sword to an unimaginable level and dominate the world of today's immortals. More importantly, his cultivation will no longer be restricted, which is already a great surprise.

There is no need to push any further.

What if Bai Bi becomes anxious and tries his best to destroy the soul-nurturing tree and fight him to the death?

Bai had been secretly observing Qin Sang's expression. When he came into contact with Qin Sang's gaze, his heart tightened, but he saw that Qin Sang's expression was as usual and he did not press forward step by step.

Taking a deep look at Qin Sang, Bai raised the soul-nurturing wood and said, "Fellow Taoist, you have seen it. The soul light of this treasure cannot be faked. Of course, I cannot give all this piece of soul-nurturing wood to fellow Taoist, I have to keep it." The next part is to assist in practice.”

After saying this, Bai hesitated for a moment, then pointed his finger in the middle of the soul-nurturing tree, expressing that he wanted to share it equally with Qin Sang.

After some haggling, Bai claimed that he would keep at least a quarter of his bottom line.

After thinking for a while, Qin Sang nodded slowly, "Just follow what my fellow Taoist said! But I heard that the soul-nurturing wood is special than other spiritual trees and cannot be cut off with brute force. You must be cautious, otherwise it will damage the power of the spiritual wood..."

Bai Xinxin said: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I have been living with this piece of soul-nurturing wood day and night, and I already know it well. Moreover, the soul-nurturing wood is fragile compared to the top ten sacred trees. As long as you are careful enough, you will definitely not damage the spirit wood." Since you agree, I will divide the spiritual wood now..."

As he spoke, Bai placed his other palm on top of the soul-nurturing wood. Corpse energy surged in both palms and turned into countless complex runes. After a while, it twisted and transformed into a blade of corpse energy as thin as a cicada's wing.

The blade of corpse energy trembled slightly, fell to the position pointed by Bai Fang, and slowly cut downwards.

The blade of corpse energy seemed to be able to flow, silently 'flowing' along the texture of the soul-nurturing wood, splitting the spirit wood apart bit by bit.

Bai's actions were very cautious, and Qin Sang, who was watching, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After a while, the soul-nurturing wood was successfully divided into two pieces.

At the moment of success, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"After you leave the ghost land, this soul-nurturing wood will belong to fellow Taoist. If fellow Taoist is worried about it, there is no harm in leaving a restriction on it first," Bai said with a slight smile.

Qin Sang was not polite, he hit a few restraints, landed on the soul-nurturing tree, and sealed the treasure.

Bai didn't take it seriously, put away the soul-nurturing wood, and said with a somewhat eager expression, "We wasted a lot of time negotiating terms. Since the time to open this secret realm is limited, let's do it quickly! I don't want to stay here anymore. !”

"I don't think it's a waste. Only in this way can you and I trust each other and cooperate sincerely."

Qin Sang laughed, took out the magic flag pole with his backhand, and said, "Fellow Taoist, go and attract the souls of the dead. I will start refining the soul silk. Once the magic flag is refined, I can collect the magic fire." ”

"Okay, I'll wake up the souls of the dead. I'll help you later, fellow Taoist."

The white figure flashed and escaped into the ghost mist.

Not long after, a whining sound of ghosts was heard coming from the depths of the ghost mist, followed by a turmoil in the ghost mist, and countless shadows appeared in it. The scene was quite terrifying.

Qin Sang sat cross-legged on the bone mountain, holding a flag pole and shaking it slightly.

When Bai attracted the soul of the deceased, the two looked at each other, and then Bai waved his hand to control the ghost mist to restrain the soul, allowing Qin Sang to concentrate on absorbing the soul energy from the soul.

Qin Sang silently activated the secret technique, flicked his fingers, and produced runes one after another, which fell on the dead souls in the front row.

There was a commotion among the dead souls.

Bai's face darkened and he shouted low. The ghost mist suddenly pressed down and fell as heavy as a stone on the dead souls. All the dead souls stood there obediently, waiting for Qin Sang to cast the spell.

The moment the secret technique was completed, a ray of pure soul energy floated out from these dead souls and gathered in the direction of Qin Sang.

After extracting this part of the soul energy, the dead souls seemed a little sluggish, but they were much better than those who had been refined.

Qin Sang gathered the soul energy and worked hard to refine the soul silk.

The two-headed dragon and the incarnation protect the law on the left and right.

Bai glanced at Qin Sang and then retreated back into the ghost mist, attracting new dead souls.

Although this is much more cumbersome than before, it does not require Qin Sang to distract himself from suppressing the dead souls, and the speed is not slow. Soon, Qin Sang had a long soul thread on his hand.

He signaled Bai to stop, then picked up the flag pole and started refining the magic flag.

After all, this was his first time refining, and Qin Sang was still a little unfamiliar. After a few failures, it became much smoother. The soul thread wound up and merged with the flag pole, and then the prototype of a magic flag slowly appeared.

For the Ten Directions Yama Flags, the most difficult part is actually dividing the black iron pillars and refining the flag poles.

In addition, Qin Sang's current skill in refining weapons was better than before, so it was much easier to refine the banner surface than the flag pole, and finally successfully refined a magic flag.

Qin Sang waved it hard and the magic flag swayed, but no strange phenomena occurred.

The complete magic weapon will not be complete until the Nine Nether Demonic Fire is collected.

Bai stood outside, curiously looking at the magic flag in Qin Sang's hand. When he saw Qin Sang taking out another flag pole, he went to attract the souls of the dead without stopping.

Bai ran back and forth so many times that he saw eight black flags on Qin Sang's knees.

"Fellow Taoist, how many demon flags are you planning to refine?"

Shiro panted.

It was not easy to control the ghost mist and restrain the dead souls. He consumed a lot of energy and became more and more tired. Fortunately, this was a ghost land and he could still hold on.

Qin Sang raised his head and glanced up, the corner of his mouth slightly raised and said: "There are only seven rods left to finish the exercise. It should be enough to help fellow Taoists break the magic ban, right?"

"More than enough!"'

Bai gritted his teeth and then said with surprise, "Fifteen poles, plus the original three poles in the hand of fellow Taoist, wouldn't there be eighteen magic flags? There is a faint connection between these magic flags, and they can form a large array. The greater the number, the stronger the power of the formation. With eighteen magic flags in hand, fellow Taoist disciples can still fight even if they face Nascent Soul, right?"