Great Immortal Cultivation System

But seeing Lu Meng leave, Ye Guan didn't point it out.

He also wanted to see what this Baiyun Temple elite disciple was up to!
Ye Guan simply pushed the boat along with the current and dragged the other three people upstairs.

"You guys are finally here! Lao Huang and Lao Qi have been playing for a long time! Together! Together!"

Everyone was having fun, but Ye Guan didn't have the heart to participate in it!
Ye Guan's cultivation base is the highest, and the points in the sieve cup can't hide from his spiritual sense!
He deliberately pretended to be red-eyed, just wanting to deliberately lose money to stabilize the five abusive gamblers.

Half an hour later, Lu Meng returned to the small courtyard with three delicate food boxes and called everyone to go downstairs for dinner.

Ye Guan ate this meal carefully, every mouthful of food and wine had to be checked by the system to see if it was poisonous before swallowing.

"Brothers, the wine and food are almost enough! I respect everyone for the last bowl of wine. This beautiful day is not over yet. Anyway, there is nothing to do tomorrow. Let's just play all night and have a good time!"

Lu Meng's words were impassioned, and he seemed to be unable to stand still because of the smell of alcohol.

He stood up to pour wine for everyone, but found that the wine jar in his hand was empty, so he threw it aside, and took out a gem-decorated emerald gourd from the storage bracelet.

"How can there be no wine in this last bowl! I will give everyone a taste of my self-brewed medicinal wine, which is full of good things. The medicinal wine of Peiyuandan is half the medicine in a sip, and I am not willing to drink it normally! "

Lu Meng opened the stopper in a daze, and a scent of wine lingered in everyone's noses.

A slight smile appeared on Ye Guan's lips when he smelled the fragrance.

"Brother Hao, you are willing to take out such a good wine, it is really good, give me a bowl to taste, the wine worms are about to be teased out by you!"

Lao Huang, who has always been greedy for drinking, couldn't bear the temptation at first.

Holding the wine bowl, he came to Lu Meng's side, put his arm around Lu Meng's shoulder and begged bitterly.

"There are, there are, don't worry, today is my treat, wine is nothing, you can drink whatever you want, we will not go home until we are drunk!"

Lu Meng seemed to have lost his mind from drinking, and filled everyone with the medicinal wine, with a carefree expression on his face.

Everyone was afraid that Lu Meng would repent, and they couldn't wait to pour the wine into their mouths.

Ye Guan was no exception, he imitated others and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Lu Meng seemed to be drowsy, but his eyes were carefully observing everyone's movements while drinking.

After confirming that everyone had swallowed the wine in the bowl, Lu Meng pretended to be drunk, but actually spit the drink on the ground quietly.

The others were full of food and wine, and were about to hook their shoulders and go back to the second floor to show off their skills.

Suddenly his hands and feet became weak, his eyes went dark, and they all collapsed to the ground.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame your bad luck!"

Lu Meng, who forced the alcohol out of his body, took out a dagger from the storage ring.

"I need the souls of six cultivators to refine my Hundred Souls Banner. I picked you six out of thousands of choices. Don't blame me for being cruel! I can only blame you six for being too stupid and having no friends. It's just right. .”

Baihun Banner is a kind of ghost weapon.

The so-called ghost weapon is a branch of spiritual weapon, a weapon commonly used by ghost monks.

The difference between ghost monks and ordinary monks is mainly the difference in the direction of cultivation.

Ordinary monks hunt monsters to obtain training materials, while ghost monks use people as training materials.

Imprisoning the souls of living people is the main method of ghost cultivation.

They may not necessarily be addicted to killing, but they are definitely demons who kill without blinking an eye!
These people kill without any moral and emotional pressure.

One sentence can sum up the group of ghost cultivators very well. Apart from lunatics, they are some monsters who have abandoned their human identities.

Unexpectedly, Lu Meng turned out to be a ghost cultivator!
"No wonder you want to recruit six unlucky guys. Six is ​​the art of the sun. You found the six of us because you wanted to use our souls to sacrifice the Hundred Soul Banner in your hand!"

"Why didn't you die? I clearly watched you drink it!"

"Heartbroken Red Leaf Grass? That poison won't kill me, Lu Meng! You are clearly an elite disciple of Baiyun Temple, but you are actually an evil cultivator who practices ghost skills. If this spreads..."

Lu Meng was shocked and angry when he heard these words.

The other party can resist the poison of the Heartbroken Red Leaf Grass. Could it be a monk in the Foundation Establishment Realm?
"I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, and I don't know how the seniors can give the juniors a way out!"

This Lu Meng also knew that the situation was stronger than others, so he knelt on one knee with a very sincere attitude.

"Don't pretend! The two of us can only live as one, you think so! If not, you wouldn't have so many little tricks!"

Hearing the words, Lu Meng also knew that he couldn't hide it, so he raised his hand and sacrificed the Hundred Soul Banner.

A formula was played casually, and nine formation flags flew into the air.

With the blessing of the Nine Spirits Soul Devouring Formation, Lu Meng can exert a formidable power comparable to that of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Period.

In an instant, the cloudy air was overwhelming, and dozens of fierce ghosts with disheveled hair floated out of the Hundred Souls Banner, waving their sharp claws and pounced towards Ye Guan.

These ghosts are the souls that he has imprisoned for slaughtering ordinary people over the years.

Because they were tortured all the time, their faces were ferocious and full of hostility.

But it is precisely because of this soaring resentment that the Hundred Soul Banner has a power far exceeding that of spirit weapons of the same rank.

A chilly aura surrounded Ye Guan, and shrill screams and wailings could be heard endlessly.

Ye Guan remained unmoved, and sacrificed the tortoise shell blue light shield.

A cyan light curtain enveloped Ye Guan's body from top to bottom.

"A high-grade spiritual tool! Who are you!"

Lu Meng was taken aback!
Among the monks in Qi training state, those lucky enough to have one or two low-grade spiritual weapons are already one in a hundred, and being able to obtain a middle-grade spiritual weapon is the treatment that only core disciples of top sects can enjoy.

A high-grade spiritual weapon is a treasure that only foundation-building monks can obtain!
Note that it is possible, even for foundation-building monks, most of them only possess one or two mid- to low-grade spirit weapons in their entire lives.

"The one who killed you!"

Ye Guan didn't care about the opponent's small thoughts, and raised his hand to sacrifice the flying sword, and the violent flames immediately dispelled the cold air.

"Another high-grade spiritual weapon!"

At this time, Lu Meng also knew that he had offended an existence that he shouldn't have offended.

Seeing that the 66 ghosts had formed a formation, Lu Meng moved the Hundred Souls Banner a little forward, and pulled the formation flag with a formula.

"Kill me!"

The cold air suddenly became like frosting.

The gloomy will-o'-the-wisp enveloped those ferocious-looking souls.

They crazily resented the whole world, and rushed towards Ye Guan with the craziest attitude.

Not to mention, this momentum is really scary.

What Ye Guan was most afraid of in his previous life were movies about ghosts and zombies.

When this disgusting scene appeared in front of his eyes, it still gave Ye Guan a strong visual impact.

Ye Guan suppressed his stomach that was about to rebel, and made a tactic with both hands, injecting a steady stream of mana into Feijian.

Crimson flames enveloped the blade, and a mighty roar of a beast echoed in the room.

The strong sense of oppression made the ghost start to tremble, and a fierce tiger wrapped in flames suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Spiritual artifact transformation! You are really a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm!"

Lu Meng is also fighting between the two!

This young man named Duan Siqi is obviously just a waste with mixed spiritual roots of five attributes!
How could he be a senior in the Foundation Establishment Realm?
How dare you stand in a daze during the battle!
Ye Guan did not let go of this opportunity, he controlled the Red Flame Tiger to rush towards the 66 innocent souls.

The violent flames swept away all the resentment in the sky.

The fire attribute has a restraining effect on the things of the underworld, and the result can be imagined...

Roar!
The Flame Tiger is biting the spirit body of a wronged soul with the hunting instinct of a beast.

It swallowed crimson flames from its mouth, just like the golden flames attached to the minions of the real spirit body.

The torn ghost let out a shrill scream, and was wiped out in the flames.

It was a hearty massacre.

The Scarlet Flame Tiger showed no mercy, turned its head and bit the neck of another ghost, and devoured it alive like a prey.

The power of purified soul overflows from Yanhu's lifelike fur.

The fierce tiger turned around and pounced on the next prey.