The old man just felt that he suddenly wanted to lose his mind and remember nothing.

After waking up, I found that the fellow disciples around me looked at him with a sneer.

Feeling the burning heat on the forehead and the confinement of the body, the old man was shocked and said in fear: "You, you actually used soul-building techniques on me. You must know that we are the same disciples, aren't you afraid of being discovered by the elders?"

The old man used this soul-repairing technique no less than hundreds of times. The hundreds of dead souls in the wood pan that had just been swallowed by Meng Yang were all used by the old man to use this technique to others, so he already understood what the mark on his forehead meant.

"Hmph, elder? You can say this. How many fellow disciples have you killed? You know that I don't want to talk nonsense to you now. I want your flying treasure to attract the spirit plate and your soul. You can die!"

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, his expression moved. Under the old man's horrified expression, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the old man's forehead from the air. At this moment, under the bloodline on the old man's forehead, something seemed to be squirming, which looked chilling.

The middle-aged monk felt that it was almost done and silently chanted: "The dead soul is revealed!"

The old man's forehead was drawn with blood and suddenly cracked from it, like a wound cut by a knife, which was shocking.

As the middle-aged monk grabbed and lifted the wound on the old man's forehead, a dead soul with black mist suddenly floated out.

Whenever the middle-aged monk pulls out a trace of the dead soul, the old man's body shrinks a little.

In the end, the old man's body was like a yin corpse, with only skin and bones left.

The middle-aged monk quickly sealed his own wooden coil.

Although the flying treasure called the Ling Yin Pan lost the control of the old man, its speed did not decrease at all and was still flying.

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly and waved his hand. The old man's dead body suddenly turned into ashes, drifted with the wind, and disappeared into the air.

Then he divided a trace of spiritual consciousness and immersed it in the spirit-inducing plate, erased the spiritual consciousness left by the old man, and then began to refine it.

Although it took a long time to refine a treasure, in order to chase Meng Yang, the middle-aged monk simply refines it to facilitate control. Just when he opened his eyes, the speed of the spirit-spirited disk suddenly accelerated several times, chasing towards Meng Yang's disappearance.

Seeing the CD treasure behind him, it had disappeared. Meng Yang looked as usual and still escaped quickly.

If he hadn't been afraid of meeting a few waves of people chasing him, he would have wanted to stop and fight with the other party just now.

Force them to use the wood pan and let themselves swallow and absorb it.

I know that I have just been exposed, and this secret method that can devour the dead souls is probably not letting me go in the future with the Panyi Cultivator. I am not delaying now, and the speed is faster.

At this moment, more than a dozen figures suddenly appeared in Meng Yang's spiritual consciousness. The dozen figures chased him at an extremely fast speed. After careful sensing, they found that the old man had stopped, but the other party's flying treasure remained. Without thinking too much, Meng Yang instantly understood the reason.

"Since I'm looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Meng Yang's expression moved slightly, his mind suddenly opened, and the invisible power of spiritual consciousness quickly condensed into a giant sword.

Ignoring Rao Tianhuang's warning, Ling Nian controlled him and directly slashed at the middle-aged monk in the middle of the CD.

The middle-aged monk suddenly felt extremely cold in his heart. Almost when Meng Yang condensed a giant sword of spiritual consciousness and rushed into his spiritual consciousness range, the man's mind felt a stinging pain, which almost made him faint.

Without thinking, the man waved his sleeves and a light appeared in front of them in an instant, slowly spreading, surrounding him.

Seeing this scene, Meng Yang continued to control the giant sword of spiritual consciousness without thinking. His speed was like a meteor, flashing away. In the blink of an eye, he ignored the protective light curtain and body around the other party, and immediately rushed into his body and entered his mind.

As a tyrannical energy rushed, the giant spiritual consciousness sword hovered in the opponent's mind, and suddenly fell from the air and hit the ground. Countless cracks appeared on the ground immediately, spreading continuously. The giant spiritual consciousness sword also exploded suddenly at this moment, turning into countless small swords like daggers, with a thunderous thunder, inserted into every corner of the mind world of the middle-aged monk.

The middle-aged monk immediately showed pain, and some monks around him had no idea what was going on.

Meng Yang sneered, and the spiritual consciousnesses he had separated exploded one after another.

Almost instantly, the middle-aged monk's mind world fell to the ground like a mirror, shattering and returning to nothingness.

Outside, the middle-aged monk foamed at his mouth, bleeding from his seven holes, and his miserable and terrifying appearance made people frightened.

"The spiritual consciousness collides, he...is he the Gongwu Realm? How is it possible..."

A monk on the CD saw this and screamed in horror.

"Impossible. If he was in the Palace Martial Realm, the Red Sect would not dare to plant a blood-devouring order no matter what. I really didn't expect that this person was so powerful. The technique used by this spiritual consciousness alone could be invincible to the same level of cultivators!"

"Senior Brother Li, what do you think should be done?"

"Attack with Lingpan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged monk kicked the dead middle-aged monk out of the CD, ignoring the other party's body that fell from the empty space, and hurriedly split a trace of spiritual consciousness, immersed it in the CD, and began to refine it.

"But Brother Li, this person has secret techniques that can swallow the dead souls. It is really unwise for us to do this!"

And this statement also received nod and affirmed by others.

After looking at each other, they all looked at the middle-aged monk with his eyes closed and cross-legged sitting with confusion.

After a while, the middle-aged monk finished refining and opened his eyes and snorted coldly: "He can devour the soul but cannot devour the soul. What are you afraid of? The only way now is to hand over the spirit pan in your hands to me, let me take out the main soul in your spirit pan and seal it in my spirit pan. At that time, my spirit pan will advance to the hundreds of soul pans, and have the ability to devour the spirit pans. Even he will not dare to use the spirit pans to collide and attack us!"

"this…."

When everyone heard what the monk named Li said, hesitated.

After all, Lingpan is like life to them. Not to mention how much time and energy it takes to gather hundreds of dead souls, just taking out the dead souls in the pan will make them back, and thus their cultivation will take a step back. Who would be willing to?

When the monk named Li saw this, he smiled disdainfully and said as usual: "This person not only has treasures that surpass the innate level, but also has many magical powers and countless elixirs and medicinal materials that have been refined at the fifth and sixth level. As long as he is killed, your cultivation level will not only be restored, but also be stronger."

"Not only that, I will not separate the promises of the Red Sect from you. You have seen them just now. He can also collide with such magical powers as spiritual consciousness. It shows how powerful his spiritual consciousness is and how precious the secret technique is. Don't you want to get it?"

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and they still looked hesitant and did not lose their minds because of what this person said.

After all, if you can practice to this point, you are not a fool. How can you be confused by others in just a few words?

Although they are both brothers, they are all the same for them.

The monk surnamed Li knew that he could not impress them. He glanced at Meng Yang who disappeared and sneered: "I thought you were so capable, and you could not think of a single part of your strength to get the treasure? Who do you think we are chasing? He was a existence that was safe and sound after killing the blood son of the Red Sect and was chased by countless people, an invincible existence in the same level."

After this man finished speaking, he swept everyone with a disdainful look, which angered several of them.

"We only called you a senior brother when we saw you a few years earlier than we entered the sect. Who do you think you are? We are ridiculous. I want to say you are innocent. If you say you take away the souls in our pan, we will give it to you? Why don't you refine the souls in your pan and let us refine it?"

"right!"

Another middle-aged monk said, "Who asked us to chase this man together? Why did you say that you have the blessings and the difficulty of sharing the same things? You haven't caught him yet. You should start to pay attention to us. Do you think we are stupid?"

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Li still looked disdainful.

"Actually, I didn't tell you a secret, even the elders of the sect didn't know."

Speaking of this, the monk surnamed Li suddenly released the breath of cultivation, and a strong wind centered on him swirled up and tumbling in all directions.

The pressure inside immediately surprised the two angry monks just now.

"March Wu Realm, you actually...!" When he said this, the man swallowed his saliva, suppressing his uneasiness, and looked unwilling: "I didn't expect that the senior brother would break through the first martial arts stage and advance to the spiritual realm. I hope the senior brother will not care about the rude words of his junior brother just now."

"Hahaha!"

The monk named Li looked proud and laughed wildly, then looked at him with a cold expression. When the other party could not bear the pressure and almost vomited blood, the monk named Li took back his breath and then swept away other junior brothers of the same sect with a surprised expression.

"As we all know, Baihu Pan needs to be controlled by any existence above the Palace Martial Realm. Otherwise, if you don't have enough strength, you will even be retaliated by the Immortal King Pan and end up with the death soul sank. Among us, I have the highest cultivation level, so I can only do this. But I can assure you that when I merge the dead souls and reach the level of Baihu Pan, I will only take the same thing when I catch this person."

"You can choose the rest!"

Seeing everyone's expressions calm and with a contemplative look, the monk surnamed Li continued, "There is another thing. This person has a secret method to devour the souls of the dead. It is my lifelong existence with the Panyi lineage. We can not only obtain many treasures on him, but also hand him over to the great elders of the sect. At that time... we can not only obtain precious elixirs to increase our cultivation, but also the great elders will give you the souls you have lost."
Chapter completed!