Chapter 132 Hundred Souls Banner

This Hundred Soul Banner is indeed extraordinary. When it is used, the wind blows everywhere, dark clouds are covered with ghosts.

All kinds of ghosts have strange shapes and fierce appearances, and have exaggerated fangs. They smiled strangely and rushed towards Ye Kong.

"You barbarian monks can only do some deadly things!" Ye Kong sneered, raised his hand and pointed to the small sword.

"Long!" With Ye Kong's clear rebuke, the small sword weapon grew in the wind. It was originally half a foot long, but in the blink of an eye, it grew to two feet, turning into a giant silver sword.

"go!"

Ye Kong shouted again, and the small sword flew over the black clouds and slashed head-on.

"No! I didn't expect this magic weapon to be so powerful!" Xia Hui was shocked, knowing that he could not defeat this kid, so he quickly set up a spiritual shield and stepped on the bone magic weapon. He didn't even want the Hundred Soul Banner, so he wanted to escape.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, it's not that easy to leave!" Ye Kong laughed and threw out the necropolis seeds nourished by spiritual power.

"Ah! What is this? Is this the necrophyte?" Xia Hui understood the purpose of this spiritual wood, but it was too late.

The boundless blue-brown vines grew like crazy, trapping him in it in the blink of an eye.

"Hundred Soul Banner, haha, use your own soul as the master soul!" Ye Kong laughed loudly, pointed to the small sword, shouted, "Slay!"

This time the small sword artifact did not slash the air, but slashed away like mercury!

The white light was like a horse, sweeping through the middle of the rectangular coffin. The necropolis and the barbarian monk Xia Hui inside were cut into two pieces!

"Boy, isn't it great to refine Qi at the sixth level?" Ye Kong snorted, raised his hand and called the bossless Hundred Soul Banner over.

When the master died, the ghosts in the soul banner immediately shrank back. Ye Kong picked up the soul banner and waved his body at Xia Hui who had just died.

This soul banner is very attractive to human souls, and the other party is unwilling to do so. As long as it is a person who has just died, the soul can be sucked in before it has dissipated.

"Fellow Taoist, please spare me." The soul of the barbarian monk turned into a green mist, fighting against the attraction of the soul banner, and he was still begging.

You should know that if he is sucked into the soul banner, he will never be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation of the heavenly way and can only become an unconscious ghost for people to drive it. In the end, in the battle, others will be killed.

"Hmph, do you want to reincarnate? The ninety-nine ghosts in the banner don't want to reincarnate? Go in!" Ye Kong would not be moved by his begging. The soul banner shook again, sucking the soul of Xia Hui, a young barbarian cultivator, into the banner.

Putting the soul banner into the storage bag, he attracted the flying magic weapon of the beast bone. This is the skull of a low-level spirit beast, the size of a palm, and it can become larger when used, just so that it can stand on the feet.

"Hehe, I also have a flying magic weapon now." Ye Kong said happily. No wonder everyone wants to kill people and grab treasures. It's too easy and the cost is low. If it weren't for the fact that the fraud was not completely successful, Ye Kong wouldn't have to spend his spiritual power at all.

"Are you all like this kind of garbage? It's so funny." Old Ancestor Huangquan laughed at him again.

"You are wrong. No matter how cheap the thing is, it just happens to be used, that is a good thing." Ye Kong retorted.

"What a f*ck! You can stand a magic weapon for one person, garbage in the garbage. I had a flying spirit weapon back then, and it would be fine if hundreds of people were standing on it!"

Ye Kongchi said, "You are so furious? In our hometown, there is something called an airplane that can be flew into the sky!"

"Go and go, I won't talk to you."

“Ignorance.”

Ye Kong took Xia Hui's storage bag over his waist, then threw down a few fireballs, and cut them into two pieces to burn them.

This barbarian monk is very poor. Ye Kong is mentally prepared, but opening his storage bag still makes Ye Kong sigh.

"Hi, Immortal Banban! This is not a poor man, he is just a poor man!"

There are seven or eight spirit stones in the storage bag, several sets of clothes, and a porcelain bottle and two jade papers, nothing else.

"I have already given you no expectations. If he is not poor, he will not die so quickly." said the ancestor Huangquan.

"I still want to kill people and seize treasures so poor. This is a way to die." Ye Kong put the spirit stone into his storage bag and picked up the jade paper again.

I looked in with the spirit stone and found that a jade note recorded the practice technique of the Bone Spirit Sect, which was very ordinary technique, which was far worse than the Five Elements Ascension Sutra.

Then Ye Kong picked up another jade note, which was recorded here, which was still useful to Ye Kong. It was made of the Hundred Soul Banner and the method of refining ghosts into evil spirits.

But this is not over yet. At the end of the jade note, there is also a kind of material and method for making soul-summoning bags.

Ye Kong didn't pay attention at first, but when he saw that there was actually a necrophyte in the materials needed for this soul-summoning bag, which made him pay attention. After all, he had too many necrophytes now.

"Which one is better, soul banner or soul-summoning bag?" Ye Kong asked.

"It's almost the same. The power depends on the number and level of the evil ghosts inside. There is no better statement."

When Ye Kong heard this, he understood. No wonder he had never heard of the soul bag. It turned out that this thing is expensive and the effect is not stronger than the soul banner. It is better to find some animal bones and skins to make soul banners.

"But since that's the case, the two are always a little different, otherwise why would there be a way to make a soul-summoning bag?" Ye Kong asked again.

"It's a little different." The ancestor Huangquan was well-informed and explained, "Which soul sucked in this soul banner needs to be refined to make it a ghost. If you suck too many souls at once, it will take a lot of time to refine them one by one."

"After the soul-summoning bag sucks into the living soul, it does not need to be refined by the owner. After a period of time, those souls will become evil spirits. Another difference is that the soul banner can only suck into the soul, or the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul Infant, while the soul-summoning bag can be filled into the living person and slowly refine it to death."

Ye Kong understood and said, "Then it's better to summon the soul bag. For example, if I sucked thousands of living souls at once and refined them one by one, would I be exhausted?"

The ancestor Huangquan smiled and said, "You are stupid. Although it is troublesome to refine one by one, it doesn't take much time for those high-level cultivators. Even if it is a hundred thousand soul banner, it will only take more than ten years to refine one by one."

"Although this soul-summoning bag does not require you to do it, it takes a long time. If a very low-level soul is manually refined, you can just raise your hand to get it done. If you put it in the soul-summoning bag, it will take 7749 days to become a ghost."

"Wow! It took forty-nine days for a ghost to be so long!" Ye Kong was no longer interested in this soul-torn bag. It was too long. It took 4,900 days for a hundred soul bag to practice. It was so useless. If you really want to make this thing, I am afraid that if the hundred soul bag comes out, I will not need it at all.

The ancestor Huangquan thought about it and said, "But this soul-torming bag is not useless. In these forty-nine days, the living souls suffered all kinds of pain and the evil spirits transformed into more fierceness. Moreover, when facing the enemy, they are not afraid of death, which is more powerful than the ghosts in the soul banner."

"Oh." Ye Kong nodded, put the jade paper back into the storage bag, and took out the porcelain bottle, "Hey, ancestor, come out and help me see what kind of elixir is this?"

Originally, Ye Kong thought that this guy must take the opportunity to make conditions, but he didn't expect that he was still very enlightened. The ancestor Huangquan said nothing and came out quickly and poured out the white elixir in the porcelain bottle and sniffed it.

The ancestor Huangquan had a little disappointed in his eyes, so he put the elixir back into the porcelain bottle and threw it back to Ye Kong.

"You can eat the lower-grade Creation Pill," said the Old Ancestor Huangquan, stretched his waist and drilled back into the small sword.

Ye Kong certainly knew why the ancestor Huangquan was disappointed, but now he had no choice. Since the ancestor didn't say it, he didn't say it either.

"Old ancestor, don't leave in a hurry. I can eat it. How many can I eat a day?" Ye Kong weighed the porcelain bottle, which looked about fifty.
Chapter completed!