I have a promise with the beauty

The war in the barrier starry sky can only last for ten years. Once ten years have passed, everyone, no matter how strong their cultivation level is, will be teleported out by an inexplicable force. However, it takes six years for Yang Qingshan to refine the Banner of the Dead.

Ten years was also because I was in the light of the barrier, so I didn’t need to be teleported out. However, I stayed there for sixty years. In the first ten years, there was a roar from outside almost every moment. It was people from outside trying to rush in, but I didn’t know

Why, it has been quiet outside for the past fifty years, allowing Yang Qingshan to quietly refine the Necromancer Banner.

The seal on the dark undead banner has been disintegrated, but the undead banner has not flown out and rushed away. It has been refined by Yang Qingshan for sixty years, and is quietly wrapped in Yang Qingshan's three kinds of heavenly power and divine consciousness.

, when Yang Qingshan spit out a mouthful of consciousness flame and burned the Necromancer Flag, Yang Qingshan immediately established a contract with the Necromancer Flag in his mind and became the master of the Necromancer Flag. Now the only thing missing is the weapon spirit of the Necromancer Flag.

Opening his eyes, Yang Qingshan stretched out his hand and summoned the flag of the dead. The original wall-like flag changed into a small flag, lying quietly in Yang Qingshan's hand. Old man Tianyue flew over and looked at it seriously.

flag streamer.

"This little thing is angry and can devour all dead souls, as long as they are dead or already dead. It was an artifact that was the flag of hell back then, but it disappeared after the collapse of hell. I didn't expect it to be here.

Appear here, boy, with this you are entering the Yuanxian level, maybe you can reorganize hell."

"Blow." Yang Qingshan said disdainfully: "If hell can really be reorganized, then this thing won't fight for its head. The outside will not be quiet for fifty years, allowing me to refine in peace."

"I just said it casually. Don't take it seriously. Do you want to go out now?" Old Man Tianyue said with a blush.

"Of course I have to go out, but I don't know what the situation is outside. Maybe they have set a trap outside." Yang Qingshan said, releasing some crystal bees to fly out of the light curtain of the barrier. After a while, Yang Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, because

The entire barrier starry sky was deserted, and there were a large number of corpses floating in the starry sky. Yang Qingshan was a little frightened, wondering what had happened in the past few decades.

"Get out." Yang Qingshan couldn't think of a clue, so he had to fly out of the light curtain. As soon as he got outside, he was choked by the smell of blood. He frowned and looked at the floating corpse in front of him, with a puzzled look on his face: "What happened?

What happened?"

"Who knows? But when you were refining the Banner of the Dead, I felt a terrifying force outside." Old Man Tianyue said: "The God of Death, or your big brother, the Demon King, who you picked up cheaply."

"Devil King Hun-shi? That's right, that big brother went to a mysterious place, and it's time to come out after decades." Yang Qingshan smiled, glanced at the corpse in front of him, and wanted to search for it, but in the end he gave up because this was a corpse.

There was an inexplicable massacre, and Yang Qingshan didn't want to get into trouble, so he turned around and flew out while avoiding some corpses.

Decades have passed in the barrier starry sky, and there is no one inside. When Yang Qingshan flew out for a while, he felt a powerful tearing force tearing him apart, but it was not meant to tear him apart, but to squeeze him.

Yang Qingshan did not resist when he saw the endless barrier starry sky. Naturally, the light in front of his eyes flashed and left the barrier starry sky.

Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly. He spent sixty years refining the Death Light Banner. Although it cannot exert its full power without the weapon spirit, it was worth it. The only disadvantage was that as an internal agent of the Death Light camp, there was no reward.

Already.

"You are still thinking about those rewards." Old Man Tianyue said contemptuously, looking at the starry sky around him: "I don't know where this is."

"Although I don't know where it is, I sensed the aura of the little old man's spiritual consciousness." Yang Qingshan took out the divine consciousness jade token and sensed the direction of the little old man. It was not far away. He probably would have arrived in a few days. He had already found it.

The dead soul of the little old man's son is going to find the little old man now and inquire about what happened recently.

A few days later, Yang Qingshan came to a very peaceful starry sky. This was the edge of the Holy Light Star Territory. It was a resource-poor place that even the forces looked down upon, so the people here lived a very stable life.

, Yang Qingshan flew directly to one of the larger planets, where the little old man's aura was.

It has been fifty years since the little old man left the Starry Sky Barrier. His cultivation has stagnated and his lifespan is almost at the end. He probably won’t be able to wait until the next Starry Sky Barrier. He has also lost confidence in finding his son’s soul. In this distance from the Starry Sky Barrier,

On a relatively nearby planet, I was living a life of waiting. Today I just walked out of the room and looked at the starry sky. I sighed and prepared to go to work. As soon as a strong sense of consciousness came from my jade tablet, the little old man was stunned.

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"Yang Qingshan?" The little old man looked at his jade token dumbfounded. This was the jade token that left a spiritual aura on each other before he and Yang Qingshan separated. There had been no movement for sixty years, but now there was sudden movement. No need to think about it.

Know that Yang Qingshan is still alive and nearby.

"Little old man." A group of hooligans flew from a distance, staring at the little old man with evil eyes and said, "It's time to pay last month's taxes."

"It's time to hand it over." The little old man changed his compromising smile and said coldly. The cultivation he had hidden for many years suddenly exploded. Will the Golden Immortal First Level be afraid of these ruffians?

"Little..." The leader of the gangster immediately withered after feeling the little old man's cultivation. He quickly smiled and said: "It turns out to be the senior. He has been hiding so well in the past few decades. I have offended a lot of people, so I don't have to pay those taxes."

Okay, haha, brothers, hurry up and say hello to your seniors."

"Hello, senior."

"Humph." The little old man snorted coldly and ignored these gangsters. He had to wait for Yang Qingshan to find him. He had no time to deal with these gangsters. So after watching them leave, the little old man stood in front of the house with his hands behind his back.

, raised his head and looked at the sky silently, waiting for Yang Qingshan.

"What? That little old man has the strength of the first level of the Golden Immortal?" The overlord of this planet looked at his younger brother with a gloomy look.

"Yes, big brother. Big brother is the only golden immortal on this planet. At this time, a little old man suddenly appeared, and he has been holding back for decades. I think he is greedy for this planet. This planet is still rich in black colored glaze.

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"Well...it turns out to be a nail." Brother Montenegro sneered: "It's just the first level. Brothers, follow me."

Brother Montenegro is the overlord of this planet. When Hei Liuli was accidentally discovered here two hundred years ago, he killed the planet and some local snakes occupied it and controlled it for more than two hundred years. Two hundred years of painstaking efforts have turned this place into a

How could the little old man rob his wealth if he was raised fat by the overlord?

The little old man did not wait for Yang Qingshan, but waited for Brother Montenegro. However, the little old man could not see any fluctuations in his face. He had many years of experience. Such a scene was really low-level, and he just sneered.

"Little old man."

Brother Montenegro flew directly in front of the little old man. With the strength of the second level of the Golden Immortal and the fairy weapon Linglong Tower made of black glaze in his hand, he stared at the little old man with disdain.

"Do you want to rob the resources here?"

"No interest, I'm just waiting for someone here." The little old man said calmly.

"Waiting for someone? What a good excuse. I've been here for decades just to wait for someone and suffer death."

Brother Montenegro held up his Linglong Tower, and strong black light shot out from the Linglong Tower. The little old man knew that he was no match for the opponent and could not beat him, but he could hold on for a while. When the black light shrouded his body, the little old man

The spiritual pressure was naturally released from the body without even a magic weapon.

"Even if you have a level of cultivation in the first level, you still don't have a magic weapon, haha, it's pitiful."

Brother Montenegro sneered. The strong black light from the Linglong Tower corroded the little old man's spiritual pressure, but the strange thing was that every time the little old man's spiritual pressure was corroded, it would increase rapidly again.

"Boy, you were not born when I became famous, and your skills were really poor." The little old man deliberately provoked Brother Montenegro, making him angry and release more spiritual power, but the little old man resisted.

But more relaxed.

"Asshole, you damn old man is so small to me." Brother Montenegro couldn't bear to lose face. The Linglong Tower in his hand twisted and turned into black dragons, rushing towards the little old man.

The little old man finally changed his color, because these were the weapon spirits of Linglong Tower, but these weapon spirits were all dragons. How could such a panic weapon spirit appear in the hands of a master in a small and remote place.

While he was meditating wildly, the little old man was wrapped around his body by countless little black dragons. The dragon's head bit the little old man's spiritual pressure and condensed it to form a defensive light curtain. The little old man relied on experience to resist the wishful thinking of Brother Montenegro, but his calculation failed in an instant. After a while,

The spiritual power in his body was bitten and eaten by the black dragon, and an illusory exquisite tower enveloped the little old man.

"Refine it for me." Brother Montenegro became proud and clasped his hands together. The more powerful spiritual pressure made the Linglong Tower outside the little old man become more solid. Gradually, the little old man could not be seen. A ball of black flame made the little old man shoot out.

There were screams.

Just as the little old man was about to be refined alive, a figure appeared next to Brother Montenegro, frowning and saying, "Where did the dragon in this exquisite tower come from?"

"Who are you?" Brother Heishan asked in confusion. He felt a terrifying and dangerous aura from Yang Qingshan's body.

"The little old man is waiting for someone."

"That's you?"

"Yes, I'm here, you can die."

puff……

With just a soft sound, the Black Mountain Brother of the second level of the Golden Immortal was stabbed to death by Yang Qingshan's sword. The three powers of Heaven almost turned the Black Mountain Brother into dust without any concealment, as well as the younger brothers who were trying to escape.

Let it go. In the end, Yang Qingshan pulled Linglong Tower to the little old man and found that his face turned black and he had fainted.