The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

Looking at Wu Xuepeng, who looked dejected, a hint of anger appeared on Gan Weiwei's charming face.

She held a long sword, pointed it at Wu Xuepeng's lower part, and stabbed him hard.

Another shrill and hateful howl sounded in Xuantian Sect.

Wang Yan and Liu Yandan both took a step back, their faces turned red, and they raised their eyes to look elsewhere.

Hundreds of feet away, the Earthly Leopard, which had recovered a lot of its energy, crossed its legs, with a look of fear on its face, and murmured to itself:

"This woman is so cruel. She specializes in cutting birds and eggs. She can't be offended if she can't be offended."

Seeing Wu Xuepeng rolling on the ground in pain, Gan Weiwei finally showed a charming smile on her face, and she said proudly:

"Don't you want to rush at me? Come on, you eggless piece of trash!"

"You bitch, sooner or later someone will deal with you, just wait!" Wu Xuepeng's face turned pale and his hands were stained with blood. He looked at Gan Weiwei with hatred and issued the last and most vicious curse.

"Giggle, if you want to deal with me, don't even look at who is behind me!" Gan Weiwei crushed Wu Xuepeng's balls with her kick, and the red and white juice inside splashed onto Wu Xuepeng's face.

"Ah ah... you bitch! You... why do you have this ghost thing?" Wu Xuepeng looked at Zhan Nianchuan and took out a ghostly flag-like magic weapon with no expression on his face. , he who was originally yelling suddenly panicked.

As soon as this magical weapon filled with evil and ghostly aura appeared, the surrounding area suddenly felt cold. Everyone looked at Zhan Nianchuan in horror and couldn't help but take a step back.

This is a magic weapon only used by evil spirits. It is extremely evil. Compared with the soul being sucked into the flag to be sacrificed and refined, extracting the soul to refine the soul is nothing.

"You...what are you going to do? Don't, I beg you!"

Thinking that the other party actually dared to sacrifice the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his methods must be extremely ruthless. He would definitely not let go of his own soul. In this way, he would not even have the chance to be reincarnated, and his soul would be imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Inside the banner, he will be tortured forever.

"You have such a bad mouth. You scolded people who shouldn't be scolded." Zhan Nianchuan said lightly.

His true energy was injected into the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and thick black energy spread out, shrouding Wu Xuepeng's whole body with a powerful and shocking energy.

Wu Xuepeng's eyes widened in fear. He was not afraid of losing his soul, but his soul was imprisoned in the flag and suffered thousands of years of torture. This was a great horror that made him tremble all over just thinking about it.

He was extremely scared, and he didn't dare to be tougher.

"Sect Master Gan, I am a beast worse than a pig or a dog. Please let me go! I beg you!"

Gan Weiwei looked at Wu Xuepeng's humble and begging look and couldn't help laughing. Her hair was covered with black hair, and she almost collapsed on Zhan Nianchuan's body. She hugged Zhan Nianchuan's arm and said with a charming smile:

"Nianchuan, you can't let him go...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Nianchuan immediately used all his strength to activate the Ten Thousand Soul Flag in his hand, and a strong suction force immediately pulled Wu Xuepeng's soul out of his broken body.

"Gan Weiwei, you,,,,,,,"

In everyone's horrified eyes, a black shadow that looked exactly like Wu Xuepeng was struggling in the air, but it still could not escape the fate of being sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

With Zhan Nianchuan's full force, a wisp of soul in front of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag had nowhere to escape.

As the Ten Thousand Soul Banner absorbs Wu Xuepeng's soul, a wave of spiritual power dozens of times stronger than before is transmitted. At the same time, the luster of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner becomes darker and brighter, exuding a strong evil spirit and evil thoughts, which makes people confused at a glance. Feeling depressed.

The souls of monks in the Core Formation Realm are so rare. This Ten Thousand Soul Banner broke through several levels in a row and became a mid-level Xuan level magic weapon!

Zhan Nianchuan's expression was solemn. He took out a jade box with his backhand and put the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in it. He also attached several sealing talismans one after another, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The resentment and evil energy of this thing is too strong. Every time you use it, your mood will become violent in a short period of time. It is better to use it sparingly.

After doing all this, Zhan Nianchuan looked up at the people around him and couldn't help but smile with relief.

well.

Except for Nangong Shang, who looked surprised and even angry, the rest of the people looked at him with only concern and questions, which made him very satisfied. Of course, Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun were the exceptions.

They looked at themselves as if they were devils, full of fear and vigilance.

Zhan Nianchuan has no intention of explaining now. He just used Burning Blood Escape, then used his magic power to get up close and punched with all his strength, and then used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to forcefully absorb Wu Xuepeng's soul into the banner. He was already extremely exhausted. , in urgent need of rest.

But right now, he still had something to do. He looked coldly at Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun, who looked frightened, and said lightly:

"Hand over your soul fragments, or...die!"

Soul fragments!

Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun's expressions immediately changed. They understood what Zhan Nianchuan was going to do, which was to impose soul restrictions on them!

With this restriction, their life and death depended on Zhan Nianchuan's thoughts, and there was no longer any room for resistance.

It's not that they can't accept this, but the key is that the danger of splitting the soul is too high. Even if they are monks in the Dan Formation realm and have strong souls, there are many possibilities of affecting their sanity.

But when they looked at Zhan Nianchuan, who was wearing a silver mask and had deep and cold eyes, and Gan Weiwei, who was standing next to him and pressing her proud body against Zhan Nianchuan, they couldn't help but beat them thinking about the ruthless methods these two people had just used. He trembled, and his soul was divided with concentration.

Carefully using his spiritual power, he painfully tore a small piece of his soul into pieces, then wrapped the small piece of soul fragment with true energy and slowly flew towards Zhan Nianchuan.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Nianchuan took out two soul cards that he had refined, carefully sealed their souls in them, and then handed them to Gan Weiwei.

Gan Weiwei took over the two soul cards with great joy, and her smile bloomed like a flower. With these two soul cards, she could easily control the life and death of Chen and Zhao, and could not help them not working for her.

In this way, he has a total of seven Core Formation Realm monks under his command. This level of strength is quite powerful even among intermediate sects.

Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun's faces were pale, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly, then they both knelt down to pay homage:

"Subordinates, see the sect master!"

"Get up, from now on everyone is our own family, no need to be polite." Gan Weiwei was in a good mood and said with a smile.

Zhan Nianchuan gently pulled his arm out of Gan Weiwei's deep gully. Although he was obsessed with the soft touch, he looked at Tong Dachuan looking at him with an unkind expression. For the sake of his future happy life, Zhan Nianchuan Nianchuan decided to be a calm person.

What's more, he still has something he must do now.