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Yuntai Chaos Chapter 52 Demonic Shadow

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    A blood-red crescent moon hangs in the sky. The bright red color is so sticky that it seems to be dripping down. The faint red moonlight shines in the silent desert, covering the entire desert with a red veil, giving people a scary and weird feeling.  It felt like gusts of strange wind were whirling by, blowing the cold air mixed with the thick smell of blood into the distance.

    The blood-soaked sand under the feet became a little hard due to the erosion of the air-conditioning, and turned dark and black under the illumination of the moonlight. However, the fragmented corpse exuded a chilling pale color, which was very strange when reflected in the faint red moonlight.  It was weird, every time he saw the frightened and unwilling expression on a mangled head, Tang Feng couldn't help but feel nauseated, queasy, and almost nauseous.

    Opening his eyes, Tang Feng could see that the bodies of the dead were emitting a faint light. Drops of vitality came out of their bodies, slowly floating in all directions, and finally dissipated in the air. And beside the bodies of some of the dead,  A vague shadow kept spinning with a demented expression.

    These are the vitality deposited in the body of the practitioner. With the end of life, these vitality will also dissipate from the body, and those vague shadows are the souls of the deceased. Since the practitioner also tempers the soul in the process of cultivation, these  After the death of a practitioner, the souls of some people did not dissipate immediately. However, due to the limited practice in practice and the limited tempering of the soul, these souls did not have real spiritual consciousness and did not become Yin spirits. They just lingered around the body instinctively.  , , these souls are also gradually fading, disappearing into the sky one after another.

    This is the price of failure in practice. Lying quietly in the desert waiting for the sand to bury the body, rot, and finally turn into piles of bones. The bones then turn into dust under the blowing of the wind and sand, completely removing the last mark from this  Erase it from the world.

    They should not have died like this. The only reason for their death was that they wanted to practice and break out of the biggest rule of heaven, life and death, and they paid the price of death for the sake of life.

    Every practitioner hopes that he or she will be truly lucky, but can luck really come to him?

    While walking, watching and meditating, Tang Feng's head was spinning violently. Only such stimulation could make him think about everything and enter a new realm.

    Suddenly feeling a faint flow of vitality in the air, Tang Feng felt a warning sign in his heart. He hurriedly took a few steps to hide behind a pile of sand and looked in the direction of the flow of vitality.

    The corpses of all the cultivators glowed brighter, and the spiritual energy in their bodies turned into white threads, gathering towards a place in the sky.

    As the last trace of spiritual energy was extracted from the body, the corpse lying on the ground became darker, the wounds on the body also rotted rapidly, and a strong corpse smell appeared in the air.

    And the souls that were spinning in place involuntarily gathered towards the air. They probably felt fear instinctively. Some souls screamed silently and struggled, but in the end they were still pulled into the air.

    A long black flag appeared in the sky, with runes painted on the floating flag. These runes emitted black light, swallowing up the floating vitality like a black hole. Like this black flag, it has endless tearing power.  Although some souls kept struggling, they were still dragged into the endless black.

    As bundles of vitality and souls disappeared into the black flags, the black flags emitted a brighter black light. The black light slowly gathered together, rolling constantly, and a mouthful of blood spurted from the ground.  Entering the black light, the black light revealed the dead red color, suddenly became alive, and condensed into a blurry figure in the air.

    The black shadow is constantly devouring the vitality and soul, and it is becoming clearer and clearer as it continues to devoure. A ferocious face has a cruel smile, waving its long claws, stuffing the struggling soul in the air into itself  In his mouth, he opened his mouth wide, and bunches of vitality flew towards his mouth.

    Under the black flag, a man wrapped in a black robe sat on the ground, chanting incantations continuously, and every once in a while, he would spit out a mouthful of blood and shoot it directly into the flag in the air.

    Every time a mouthful of blood is sprayed on the black flag, the black flag emits a red light, and the eyes of the black shadow in the sky appear with red light, and it becomes more manic.

    "Hey, how many ghosts are there in this black banner?" A surprised voice came from the side, and You Ji's figure appeared next to Tang Feng, looking at the black banner curiously.

    Gradually, You Ji's curious expression turned into surprise, and finally she was furious. She gritted her teeth and looked at the black robe sitting on the ground and said: "This guy really deserves to be cut into pieces for using us ghosts as slaves, and  Using the Demon Sect's method to destroy demons, which one is tolerable and which one is intolerable? I will definitely make this guy unable to survive or die."?

    You Ji used the 'dream-like' movement technique, and her figure kept moving back and forth in the red space. Countless figures appeared in the air, each figure holding a knife with a cold light and slashing towards the black robe.

    Opening his eyes suddenly, the black robe grabbed the long flag in the air, waved his hand, and a strong black air spurted out from the long flag, tightly surrounding his body.

    ?????????? Knives were slashed around the black robe, but each knife seemed to be cutting into thick water, and in the end it could not touch the black robe¡¯s body.

    "How is it possible? This guy's magic weapon has already passed through the consciousness of the protector. It seems that this Ten Thousand Soul Banner has been refined to the point of perfection, and it has integrated offense and defense." Thinking of this, Youji attacked coldly.  Looking at the black robe, he said: "How dare you, a demon cultivator, to use Yin spirits to cultivate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. I advise you to release these Yin spirits as soon as possible, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."

    "Haha, I didn't expect that just when I had mastered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, someone came to my door to give me a try. It just happened to be a main soul for my Ten Thousand Souls Banner." The black robe let out a flamboyant laugh and waved the flag in his hand.  The mist lingering around his body divided into several strands and gathered together.

    The mist condensed together, and a figure slowly appeared.

    The figures became clearer and clearer, and several men and women dressed as practitioners, holding long swords with dark light in their hands, and with red light in their eyes, rushed towards You Ji.

    You Ji's figure kept changing in the air, and the attacks of several people were completely in vain, but the knife in You Ji's hand continuously slashed at the body of a middle-aged male practitioner, and finally cut off the warrior's head with a cry.  On the ground.

    The warrior fell to the ground, with cracks appearing on his body. Finally, with a soft 'bang' sound, the whole body turned into a black cloud.

    A red light flashed in the clouds and mist. In You Ji's surprised eyes, the clouds and mist condensed together again, and the middle-aged man reappeared in front of her.

    "Haha, don't underestimate the main souls of my Ten Thousand Soul Banner. If you kill them once, you can only damage one living soul, and they can be reborn. There are tens of thousands of living souls in my Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Unless  You¡¯ve killed them tens of thousands of times, I wonder if you can hold on until then?¡±

    "Haha, you look pretty good. You have become my banner soul. I will love you very much from now on, hahahaah" The ferocious laughter stopped, and his face  There was a look of shock and disbelief, and he let out a scream. The black robe turned around and looked behind him, and found a young man with a faint smile looking at him with a harmless expression. The young man was holding a hand.  He had a small dagger stuck in his vest.

    "How is this possible? Why can't I feel you behind me? How can I, a cultivator who is about to enter the realm of deification, be killed by a low-level cultivator like you? How is this possible  "

    The dagger in his hand stirred the heart a few times, and a huge hole immediately appeared in the chest of the black robe. The body quickly withered in a burst of twitching, dried up, and turned into a piece of powder and disappeared into the air.

    "How is this impossible? Can't a Taoist weapon kill you, a Tongxuan practitioner?" Tang Feng curled his lips and put the dagger back into its sheath.

    This is the benefit of Tang Feng's cultivation into a leak-free true body. For ordinary practitioners, they use their soul to sense everything around them, but for Tang Feng, who has a leak-free true body, it is completely ineffective, just like being blind with his eyes open.

    "What are you still waiting for? Take that Ten Thousand Souls Banner away quickly? Someone is coming soon." Tang Feng shouted to You Ji who looked at him in disbelief: "Aren't you afraid of being taken away?"
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