As soon as he appeared, he immediately went deep into the Immortal Betrayal Clan, cutting down the lives of several immortal bereaved clan powerhouses, and finally fought with the young Clan Chief of the Immortal Bereaved Clan, which immediately sensationalized the entire Vermillion Bird Star.
The battle between the two is known as the battle between the immortal family and the future heirs of Vermilion Star.
In this battle, although Qianfeng was tied with the young patriarch and did not win, his momentum was soaring. At this time, people noticed his identity. Among Liumei’s seniors and Suzaku’s disciples, Qianfeng ranked first. two.
In addition, this dry wind has another identity, he is for all the Vermillion Bird Star to look at.
This person is the descendant of the previous generation of Suzaku!
In this battle of the immortal surviving clan, the dry wind moved the world like a bright moon, and finally signed an agreement on behalf of the young patriarch of the red bird star Yexian surrender clan, and the red querque side gave up the third-level cultivation country, and the immortal surrender clan temporarily suspended his attack.
Duntian's eyes flickered, staring at the large black mist that came from far away, and said in a deep voice: "This immortal survivor has launched a second offensive this time, Zeng Niu, I can feel the black mist. A spellcaster who is equivalent to the middle stage of the infant transformation, as for whether there is aspiration, I can't see through it, you sacrifice the soul flag, and we rush over!"
Wang Lin's face was as usual, he glanced at the black mist in the distance, grabbed the void with his right hand, and immediately the one billion soul flags in his body turned out, holding it in his hand, and the flag suddenly waved and turned into a shady king. Lin's body was wrapped.
Duntian also took out one billion soul flags, wrapped his whole body with a wave, took Wang Lin, and the two turned into two black meteors, amidst bursts of breaking through the sky and countless screams of unjust souls, toward the bereaved immortal clan The black mist washed away.
There was roaring from within the immortal surviving clan immediately, and in the black fog, a large number of immortal surviving clan members were immediately revealed. At this moment, Duntian and Wang Lin whizzed and rushed directly.
The immortal survivors were about to make a move, and immediately heard a shout from the depths of the black mist, and the tribes immediately dispersed, giving way to a path.
A middle-aged man with no rune marks on his whole body, wearing a Gebu shirt with electric eyes, walked out of the black fog, beside him, he was also followed by a hunched old man with a gloomy face and coughing occasionally.
Wang Lin recognized at a glance that this old man was the one who chased him into the space rift when he was in the Land of the Immortal Relics, and was finally freed by Wang Lin and lost in the rift.
The feud between the two was already great in the old man's heart. If Wang Lin was recognized by him, he would never die. It's just that now Wang Lin is wearing a straw hat, and the whole body is wrapped in the soul cloth, this person can't recognize it.
"Soul Refining Sect!" the middle-aged man said softly, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He stepped forward and directly blocked Duntian and Wang Lin.
"Two people from the Soul Refining Sect, stay!" The middle-aged man smiled slightly and slapped his right hand forward.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and under this person's light pat, an invisible force suddenly appeared from between the heaven and the earth, and it immediately enveloped Duntian and Wang Lin like a sky prison.
Wang Lin's expression changed slightly, and under the invisible force of the other party, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis to the extreme.
"Nine Leaf Conjurer!" Duntian's voice came from the soul flag.
But seeing the soul flag outside Duntian's body moved. A large number of souls roared out, among them thirteen purple gold souls filled the surroundings as if the gods descended.
"Flush me!" Duntian shouted.
Suddenly, those souls became frantic one by one, whizzing in all directions, especially those more than a dozen purple gold souls, which were extremely sharp. All immortal survivors below the infant transition period will die if they touch it.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly. It was nearly a thousand years before he was promoted to Jiuye, which is equivalent to the early days of aspirations among the monks. He hadn't seen the power of one billion soul flags back then, but he had heard of it in some classics in the clan. In that battle tens of thousands of years ago, this banner was so powerful that it was hailed as one of the most feared magic weapons of the immortal survivors.
At this moment, he looked a little gloomy, and with a wave of his right hand, the black mist around him quickly dispersed, and the immortal survivors in it all stepped back, forming a blank area.
Duntian laughed and rushed out immediately with Wang Lin. In a blink of an eye, he rushed away from the black mist and flew towards the distance.
"Mu Ye, you continue to move forward with the tribe, and the young patriarch round, I will learn about the power of the billion soul flags!" The middle-aged man commanded, stepped forward, and pursued Duntian.
The humpbacked old man nodded immediately, leading his tribe to form a black mist, and walked forward again.
After flying away from the sky, he suddenly sneered and said with a sneer: "The nine-leaf conjurer of the immortal survivor is chasing. Zeng Niu, you are optimistic, and see why the monk Wending is so afraid of these billion soul flags!"
Duntian said, turning around, looking at the immortal bereaved clan in the distance, but seeing a long rainbow as fast as lightning, and in a blink of an eye, he chased forward. It was the middle-aged man.
Escape day does not talk nonsense, and directly pinches with both hands. Biting the tip of his tongue and squirting forward, he shouted: "The soul is five hundred million, the main soul is thirteen, now!"
Suddenly, the sky went dark, the whole sky. As if shrouded by a black screen, the whole earth seemed to have turned into hell at this moment.
Boundless, endless roar of grievances. The scream neighed, resounding immediately.
I saw a soul, flying out from the soul flag, densely scattered across the sky and the earth. Among them, thirteen purple gold souls stood tall, staring at the middle-aged man who appeared.
"Come on, this is the real usage of the Soul Array! Soul Formation Thirteen!" Duntian yelled, and the Soul Cloth that had wrapped his whole body was immediately scattered, and it was transformed into a Sanzhang Soul Banner and he held it in his hand.
Suddenly, the 500 million souls that filled the space between the earth and the world immediately floated around according to a certain pattern, and a huge formation was formed with the thirteen main souls as the center.
In this formation, based on Wang Lin's accomplishments in the restraining formation, he could only see the mystery, but couldn't understand it carefully.
"Soul refining!" Duntian shouted, and grabbed forward with his right hand.
Suddenly the formation made up of souls trembled suddenly, and all the souls, at this moment, made a unified voice, which sounded like a certain kind of spell.
In an instant, a black breath emerged from these souls, condensed together, and turned into a big hand, which is the same as Duntian's movements at this moment, just like his clone.
Following Duntian's grab, a phantom flashing white light appeared on the middle-aged man. This was the soul of this person, and the big hand suddenly fell.
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he didn't see what magic weapon he was using. Instead, he lifted his right hand upwards, a little bit empty, and vomited in his mouth: "Ding"
With a bang, the big hand that was grabbing immediately stopped, motionless.
The middle-aged man grabbed the void, suddenly the blue, purple, white and blue, and the five auras condensed in his hands.
The "ding" man vomited lightly in his mouth, and the five breaths immediately spread out, and suddenly bombarded the surroundings with him as the center, turning into five huge bronze cauldrons, falling around.
"Lian!" The man said lightly again, and suddenly the five huge copper cauldrons shook, and strange runes appeared on them. These runes appeared in the flickering, rotating around the copper cauldron.
The five bronze cauldrons are all like this, forming five huge vortexes, which continuously rotate within that formation.
A breath of vicissitudes of life immediately enveloped the entire formation, and some of those souls immediately drifted into the whirlpool involuntarily, being chopped to pieces, and dissipated.
Duntian looked as usual, and sneered: "As expected of the Nine Leaf Spell Curse Master, but there are some means, thirteen souls, gather!"
Suddenly, the formation of souls suddenly turned again. This time, 500 million souls suddenly condensed towards the thirteen square souls. In a blink of an eye, the thirteen main souls immediately consolidated.
Five hundred million souls condensed into thirteen main souls. The strength of these 13 main souls suddenly soared. Almost each of them is equivalent to the late stage of infant transformation, and even in its body, there is fairy qi lingering.
This time, the middle-aged man's complexion finally changed. Duntian's eyes were cold and he said: "It's not over yet, thirteen souls, return to one!"
As soon as this statement fell, the thirteen souls moved suddenly, and afterimages appeared around them. After the afterimages disappeared, the thirteen souls gathered together to form a soul.
Five hundred million souls, 13 main souls, condense into one, forming a soul.
As soon as this soul appeared, the heavens and the earth changed.
"Wending..." The middle-aged man took a deep breath.
That's right, this soul condensed from a large number of souls, and its cultivation reached the level of aspiration. This is not a true aspiration, but is transformed by the mind of the thirteen main souls.
The main souls of the soul-refining sects of the past are all transformed by the Ying-chang monks in the sect. The only regret of all Ying-chang monks before they die is the expectation that they can achieve the aspiration. They could not achieve it before they were alive, and this idea after death. It grows and grows continuously in the soul flag.
In the end, the thoughts are gathered together, and the souls are gathered together, forming a strength equivalent to aspirations.
This is not the full power of the soul flag, but only a part of it.
After all, if only this is the case, the early stage of the aspiration can still be confronted, but the face of Suzakuzi's later stage of the aspiration is still not good. What really makes Suzaku dreaded is the power of this soul banner after showing all its power, especially the fourth soul of the thirty-six main souls. This soul is easy not to appear. He is what makes Suzaku deep. The existence of deep fear.
Duntian looked at the middle-aged man and said in a cold voice: "Go away, the old man will not kill you today! I will not participate in the battle between your immortal bereaved clan and the Vermillion Bird Kingdom!"
The middle-aged man's complexion was extremely gloomy, and his inner anger slowly rose. With his strength, if there were no one billion soul flags in the sky, he would be easy to kill.
He stared at Yuntian, was silent for a while, and said: "Just like this, I can't be threatened. Could it be that a billion soul flags are the only ones that can't be achieved."
Duntian laughed, his eyes were like electricity, and said: "Ten Lord Soul, now!"
With a wave of the soul banner in his hand, ten more infant change master souls appeared immediately, floating around silently.
This time, the middle-aged man smiled bitterly. At this moment, facing one billion soul flags, he finally knew why the clan was extremely jealous of this object.
"The Soul Refining Sect will not participate in the battle between our side and the Vermillion Bird Kingdom. On behalf of the immortal survivors, I promise not to enter the Soul Refining Sect for half a step!" the middle-aged man said solemnly.
After finishing speaking, he held a fist to Dun Tianyi, and cautiously turned and left.
Duntian shook the soul flag in his hand, retracted all the souls, and drove away with Wang Lin.
"Billion Soul Banner..." Wang Lin witnessed the previous scene with a trace of enthusiasm in his eyes. With this flag in hand, the world is so big that you can go there!