Greed can make people lose their minds and do irrational things. Ding Xie cannot bet that everyone he meets will be good people.

He released the sword pill to carve out a long and slender tunnel, took out the set of magic arrays that had already been matched in the storage talisman and sat around, Ding Xie quietly restored his magic power.

The effects of spirit stones and ghost pills are so powerful that all the lost mana can be recovered in just one afternoon.

Ding Xie, who was tense, let out a long breath.

He came to Dongyuan to look for the Evil Spirit Advanced Soul Flag, and did not want to get involved in any trouble.

But he couldn't ignore Zhang Ran, nor could he let his fellow disciples die.

He also obtained the technique of gathering evil spirits from Mo Shisan, and promised to inform him of any useful information he got.

It's like there is a big net spread out all around.

And they are all prey on the Internet. The more they struggle, the more they will get trapped in it.

"Calm down!"

After repeating the meditation mantra three or four times in a row, warm mana flowed through his limbs and bones, and Ding Xie's panicked mind calmed down.

"Golden Pill, Blood Evil Sect, Rakshasa Void Clan, Holy Spirit Sect, fellow sects of Wanfa, and the refined Black Ink Palace Demon Cultivator..."

"Brother Tushan." Ding Xie took out the Soul Reverend Banner. His mana drawdown became very weak three days ago.

Even if he offered it, Hun Ban would not use his magic power, which made him think of Tu Shanjun who stayed behind.

I used my magic power to call Tushanjun, but there was no response.

Ding Xie suddenly panicked. Faced with such tremendous pressure, he lost his main soul, Tu Shanjun...

Thoughts flashed across his mind, and Ding Xie sat cross-legged, feeling sad.

However, there was also some secret joy in his heart that even he himself was not aware of.

Complex thoughts flash past, like moths scurrying in front of a candle, always turning into black ashes when thrown into the fire.

Tushanjun's death is a great benefit at the moment.

Tushanjun is too sane and has his own thoughts. He looks just like ordinary people.

The Sovereign Soul Banner is just a magical weapon. For those who use the magical weapon, it is enough as long as they can use it skillfully. There is no need for such a highly intelligent main soul.

High sanity means uncontrollability. When a magic weapon is uncontrollable, is it the person who controls the magic weapon, or the magic weapon that controls the person?

As long as the magical weapon can continue to advance and produce Yinhun Dan to assist in practice, it will be fine.

There are no constraints from ghosts, and there is no main soul to be wary of.

This is the perfect magical weapon, and it is the magical weapon that should be controlled by monks.

Relatively speaking, Tu Shanjun, the main soul with high sanity, is simply a burden to this magical weapon.

You have to make an oath, you also need to understand the thoughts of the main soul of the magic weapon, and you also need to help the magic weapon advance.

As the banner master, he cannot control all the functions of the magic weapon.

The master soul with such a high level of sanity and relatively low authority is the obstacle to his mastery of the soul flag.

Ding Xie held the black soul-honoring flag in his hand, and these complicated thoughts collided in his mind.

His eyes twinkled.

He has saved enough spiritual objects and elixirs to save his parents in the clan.

The main soul of the Zunhun Banner died again, and everything just returned to the original point.
Chapter completed!