Once the other party loses hope of survival and wants to explode the golden elixir, everyone here will not survive.

"How long will it take?" Master Shiyin's voice was filled with impatience.

"Two quarters of an hour."

Zhang Ran just said lightly.

He is waiting for the seal to break.

The Wanfa Sect monks in the formation huddled together in fear, and they all shouted to Ding Xie to crush the token.

At this time, Master Jin Dan must take action.

Ding Xie shifted his attention from above and took out the sect token.

He was still thinking about his junior brother's words in his mind.

Have you gotten rid of the family?

He felt free from it before.

Only later did I realize that I would go back, just as involuntarily.

It is no longer the time to investigate right and wrong, we still need to inform the sect as soon as possible.

Thinking of Tu Shanjun saying that something might have happened in Dongyuan City, Ding Xie's already heavy heart sank again.

Dongyuan City is the closest to Rakshasa Yuan. If Jindan Zhenren is unable to come to support, the situation at hand will be troublesome.

To break the current deadlock, more powerful force is needed.

"Is it possible for the Zunhun Banner to transform into a magic weapon?"

Ding Xie had doubts in his heart.

He has never seen a magic weapon that can be improved with such simple conditions.

Not to mention the promotion of a magic weapon to a magic weapon, which is simply unheard of.

There are too many things to worry about. Expecting the Soul Flag to become a magic weapon can even be treated as if it doesn't happen.

…

"Gudu."

"Gurgling."

Bubbles bubbled above the blood pool.

The surrounding evil spirits formed a vortex, and the rotation and condensation were visible to the naked eye.

The soul flag sinking in the depths of the blood pool draws out huge evil energy, and the draw of Ding Xie's mana has also increased a lot.

The banners of the Zunhun Banner have been stretched to dozens of feet and are laid out in the blood pool.

Unlike ordinary cloth soaked in water, the blood pool is like a reflection in the air. The flags and cloth are not tied together but fully stretched out, just like in the sky, floating in the strong wind and making a hunting sound.

The banners are rolling, and the picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night is embroidered on it. In the picture, the evil ghosts seem to be running on long black flags.

Against the background of the blood pool, the soul flag and all the ghosts seemed to be alive.

Crowded and pushed, the green face was twisted, the fangs flashed, and the red eyes rolled.

Threads with other colors are squeezed out from the entire banner surface, and the threads are re-woven into a black banner surface.

The pure scarlet color is gathered into silk threads to seal the edge.

As the banner lengthens, more and more ghosts appear on the soul banner. Different silk threads are drawn into different ghosts, and they are sewn with needles and threads, rather than painted on.

The main rod of the soul flag was tightened, and finally a trace of rough impurities was squeezed out, leaving only the purest dark color.

Tushanjun inside the banner is using evil spirits.

Opening your eyes and looking around, the evil ghosts sewn out all look like the evil ghosts inside the banner, just like the hundreds of ghosts that once walked at night, crowding the banner.

The aura of the Zunhun Banner rose rapidly, forming a faint ripple.

The transformation will not be so fast, at least all the evil spirits must be absorbed.

Moreover, Tu Shanjun only roughly estimated the evil spirit of the promotion magic weapon. It is still unknown whether the blood pool contains so much evil energy.

If you can't be promoted to a magic weapon, you have to find another way.

The evil energy around the blood pool continued to pour in, and the originally vast blood pool began to decline.
Chapter completed!