Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

The ferocious and terrifying ghost faces protruded from the flags. As Su Jie waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flags, it was like opening a ghost gate from the underworld to the human world.

The dark wind roared, and a large number of ghosts escaped, covering the sky and the earth, and finally transformed into a majestic ghost mountain.

The mountain is a thousand feet high, and there are winding, narrow and sinister roads. The rocks are all based on bones, and the springs are full of blood. It is fishy and filthy and cannot be approached.

At the top of the mountain, there stands a simple and old palace. Inside the palace, there is a ghost general who is as tall as one foot.

Some of them were sitting on rectangular thrones, with their feet hanging down, and each of them stepped on a skull.

Some sit cross-legged on the hexagonal altar, with their hands caressing the white bone relics.

Some of them stood with their heads held high, their armor upright, and their bones-breaking spears in their hands, showing a fierce aura.

There are more than thirty of these ghost generals, and they are full of ghostly energy. Originally they were just as motionless as clay statues of gods. However, as Su Jie controlled the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, this ghost general immediately took steps to confront Wei Ji from a distance, angry. Eyes glaring.

"The blood evil ghost formation."

Su Jie sneered, and the huge ghost mountain cracked open, with earth-shaking loud noises suddenly erupting like thunder.

The entire ghost mountain is like a red-hot iron block, exuding a red brilliance. All the huge rocks and rock walls are flashing with frightening blood. The blood is soaring into the sky, the fishy smell is tangy, the blood is constantly gushing, and the earth is shaking violently, as if It's like turning over.

There is a thick blood-colored mist swirling around the ghost mountain. The smell of the fishy smell is nauseating. The scarlet blood converges into a rolling blood river, which circles the ghost mountain in circles and circles in the void, like a bloody ribbon. .

In the river of blood, broken limbs, internal organs, hands and feet, heads floating in it can be seen everywhere...

A white bone pole was inserted on the ghost peak, and the bodies of monks were hung on it. The various tragic conditions of being tortured before death were still maintained.

Wei Ji's expression suddenly changed. The originally dazzling celestial radiance of his Purple Jade Wind Umbrella was now filled with bloody evil energy as he waved the Ten Thousand Soul Flags. All the scenery was covered in a faint blood color, and the Purple Jade Wind Umbrella was no exception.

Almost at the moment when the Ten Thousand Soul Flags Formation was formed, a terrifying river of blood roared out and directly hit Wei Ji.

Everyone's Ten Thousand Souls Banner has different characteristics. Su Jie's Ten Thousand Souls Banner is made of blood.

"Wind and Thunder Fan."

Wei Ji's face was no longer calm and calm, his eyes were extremely serious, the purple jade wind umbrella was spinning, and he took out another low-grade magic weapon from the storage bag.

The huge wind and thunder fan was two meters long. Wei Ji fanned it with all his strength. At first it was a gentle breeze, but later it turned into a violent tornado, and then it exploded into a bone-crushing and flesh-melting wind. This low-grade magic weapon was urged by Wei Ji. Move to the extreme.

The blood river moved forward without hesitation, directly breaking through the strong wind and exploding into millions of waves of blood. Although the rolling blood river was blown into waves, it could not stop its approach.

When the blood river collides with the purple jade wind umbrella itself, the scene is like the waves of the sea hitting the rocks, setting off boundless waves.

But the power of the blood river is infinitely greater than the waves.

The river of blood is condensed by Yin souls. This kind of extremely Yin and evil soul body can contaminate the monks' magic weapons.

One or two are inconspicuous, but when there are more of them, even Wei Ji's low-grade magic weapons, the purple jade wind umbrella and the wind and thunder fan, are corroded and rustling.

"It's so scary, it seems I have to take it seriously..."

Wei Ji took a deep breath and saw that the purple jade wind umbrella was unbearable and the protective light curtain was seriously damaged. His hands and arms lit up with stars, and the stars were connected to form a star map, carrying some mysterious power. , the fist force separated the blood river, which was amazing.

"Desolate Sky Fist?"

Tang Peiqing pulled off a few strands of his beard and was shocked.

The oldest, he is well-informed. He once traveled to the capital of the Dali Dynasty when he was young. This Huangtian Fist is the real secret skill of the Dali Dynasty. Only the direct relatives of the royal family can learn it and use the luck of the emperor to practice it. How can Wei Jihe be able to practice?

This boxing technique is the most domineering and unparalleled. It is said to be practiced to the highest level, and the whole body is covered with star patterns and stars. One punch can trigger the energy of the great avenue, which is called the great avenue level martial arts method.

The river of blood split and exploded under the starlight of the fist, but Wei Ji was not happy yet, the real power of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was unleashed.

A ghost general suddenly stood up and ran towards Wei Ji with his feet on the blood river.

At first, a ghost general held a halberd and collided with Wei Ji's fist. It was like a thunderous explosion. The blood river within a radius of 100 meters was shaken and waves of blood were pushed away.

The ghost general flew back in an instant, and his body cracked with terrifying cracks, like broken porcelain. A normal person would have died long ago, but the ghost general is not a human but a ghost, so he still has full combat power.

The ghost that flew hundreds of meters would rise to the surface from the blood river, and his whole body would be shot away again. Also charging together would be dozens of ghost generals who were about ten feet tall.

"I don't believe I can't smash you. If you give me a little more, I'll give you a good beating."

Wei Ji's fists were domineering, each punch and kick were like meteors falling down, smashing six or seven ghost generals in succession, completely killing them.

With the number of ghost generals, both sides seemed to be falling into a wasting battle.

When Han Ruyan saw this, she flew over and entered the blood sea formation in person.

Han Ruyan has the ability to strengthen ghosts and ghost weapons. The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is also a ghost weapon and is also included in the list of enhancements.

Almost as soon as Han Ruyan moved, the blood river calmed down strangely. However, a red light as rich as blood appeared on the body of a respected ghost general, and his combat power began to increase.

Wei Ji fought hard at first, but there were too many ghost generals.

When Wei Ji had just smashed a ghost general away, a ghost with a three-eyed ghost mask on his head and a river of blood at his feet would approach from behind Wei Ji, hold Wei Ji's neck, and drown him in the blood river.

In an instant, Wei Ji's body spiritual power was suppressed, and the purple jade wind umbrella was dimmed by the dirty spiritual light of the blood river. In shock, he quickly broke free from the restraints and floated above the blood river.

But just as he emerged, a ghost general holding a mace struck Wei Ji in the head.

Wei Ji's whole body seemed to be floating on water, bouncing dozens of times on the blood river, and then hit Gaoli Mountain, and countless rocks exploded and flew everywhere.

Tear!

Phew!

The two ghost generals were almost in sync with Wei Ji. Before Wei Ji could react, his head was buzzing, and he could only dodge halfway. One ghost general slashed him with a knife, cutting off his collarbone, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone. A spear pierced through his chest.

More ghost generals swarmed in. Although Wei Ji would be able to deal with it quickly if he fought alone, it would be difficult for Wei Ji to deal with dozens of ghost generals strengthened by Han Ruyan.

Wei Ji was nailed to the cliff with a spear, and the air wave spread in a circular shape. More weapons were thrown at him, nailing Wei Ji like the crucifixion of Christ. Blood flowed across the cliff and dyed the cliff red.

"These are rivers of blood. Don't fight them on rivers of blood."

Just when Wei Ji was being attacked by inhuman beings and struggled to pull out his weapon to dodge, a voice suddenly came. Wei Ji recognized it as the voice of Zhuang Liangru's spiritual consciousness.

Apparently seeing that Wei Ji was losing, Zhuang Liangru couldn't sit still and ended up going off the rails.

However, Zhuang Liangru's action immediately made Zhang Junwei notice the clues. While blocking it with his soul, he mocked: "Haha, Zhuang Liangru, can't you afford to lose? You can't do it with your divine sense."

Zhuang Liangru kept silent. As long as I don't speak, it means I didn't do it.

On the battlefield, Wei Ji was reminded by Zhuang Liangru and finally understood.

Those ghost generals basically fought on the blood river. This was caused by Han Ruyan entering the formation. Their fighting power was extremely powerful with the blessing of the blood river.

But once it leaves the blood river range, its combat effectiveness will drop a lot.

Knowing this, Wei Ji immediately distanced himself, planning to use long-range attacks to consume the blood river's soul power, or simply break out of the blood river formation.

But how could Su Jie let him go? Just when Wei Ji was about to take action, the Thousand-Handed Centipede led Su Jie himself into the Blood River Formation of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, and with the help of a large number of ghost generals, Wei Ji was surrounded. Strictly true.

What followed was naturally a brutal and inhumane beating.

"Wei...Senior Brother Wei seems to be defeated."

"How is that possible! Senior Brother Wei is invincible, how could he lose to a demon cultivator?"

"Senior Brother Wei must have some trump cards, please believe him."

The surrounding Zhengdao and Demon cultivators were stunned. Seeing Wei Ji reduced to a sandbag, the Zhengdao Sect could not accept that their own fairy seedlings were beaten up.

"Haha, Senior Brother Su fought well. Just hit the man in white like this to make him feel superior."

"Senior Brother Su Wansheng, you are the strongest immortal seedling, and the one opposite is just a fake."

"Now you understand who the immortal seedlings are. All you righteous losers, listen up. Your fairy seedlings are not good, and there are differences between the immortal seedlings."

On the other hand, the morale of Guiling Palace soared, and they looked at Su Jie with admiration as he chased Wei Ji all over the battlefield.

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"Ten thousand soul flags! One hundred thousand soul level."

Both Taoists and demons at the scene were shocked by Su Jie's sudden display of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but the most surprised ones were a group of monks hiding hundreds of kilometers away in a cave carved out of an underground volcano.

There are more than ten thousand of them, wearing black ghost robes. Some of them have withered faces, some of them are like dying skeletons, and some of them exude a strong corpse stench. This group of people is the war ally selected by Ghost Ridge Palace, a group of people from Tianhun Sect.

They used ghosts to set up a magic circle and hid here in advance. Their location could not be found without special exploration.

They are waiting here for the opportunity, and when the battle becomes fierce, they can rush out and give the Zhengdao Sect's troops a hard blow in the back, forming a double flank with the Ghost Ridge Palace.

Hiding in the cave, a water mirror is suspended in mid-air, showing a scene of a battle on the battlefield.

"This person is the Immortal Miao of Guiling Palace you call me."

Standing at the front of the water mirror is a man with a gloomy complexion, a hooked nose, and slender eyebrows.

He is the sect leader of the Tianhun Sect, Lu Jingshi, who is in the Taoist realm. This battle will affect the future survival environment of the Tianhun Sect, and he must attend the meeting in person.

Behind Lu Jingshi, there were thirty-seven secret treasure realm elders standing. The Tianhun Sect had brought almost all their family members with them.

"Sect Master, it is this person who had a quarrel with us, and it was he who took the wedding dress away from us."

Zhao Lianshan held up his hands and said that he took Zou Minzun to Su Jie to ask for the ghost in wedding clothes, but the ghost in wedding clothes failed to get it and was severely humiliated by Su Jie afterwards.

Later on the way back, he discovered that Zou Minzun had disappeared strangely. He suspected that it was probably Su Jie who had done it secretly.

Zhao Lianshan said, looking at Han Ruyan's figure in the field, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"The Hundred Thousand Soul Flag is a ruthless and ruthless character. I don't know how many people were killed to refine it. It would be great if such an immortal seedling came from our Tianhun Sect. In this way, there is hope for the revival of the sect!"

Lu Jingshi was filled with emotion, and his eyes were somewhat envious of Zhang Junwei's good luck.

Why can't his sect produce an immortal seedling, especially one who can cultivate 100,000 soul banners at such a young age.

One look at this banner shows that Su Jie is a man who kills people without hesitation and regards human life as worthless. He is the disciple who best suits their Tianhun Sect's characteristics.

However, what Lu Jingshi didn't know was that, in addition to a part of human souls, most of Su Jie's 100,000 soul banners rely on the soul power provided by livestock, which is very different from his imagination of Su Jie's massacre of the city.

"The sect leader is overthinking. When we gain a foothold in Qingzhou and absorb talented disciples, we will definitely have immortal seedlings and geniuses. We will not be worse than Guiling Palace."

Zhao Lianshan flattered him, and other elders also spoke up.

"That's right, after resolving this war, we must also develop well for a while."

Lu Jingshi shook his head and paid attention to the situation on the battlefield. He suddenly chuckled: "It seems that the winner is going to be decided."

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On the battlefield, Wei Ji plowed a deep trench hundreds of meters long on the ground, smashed several huge rocks, and finally barely stopped.

At this time, Wei Ji had already lost his previous elegance. His spotless white clothes had now become like strips of cloth, hanging messily on his body, covered with bloodstains, almost draining all the blood from his body.

If it weren't for the vitality of Wei Ji's unusual true dragon body, he would have died in the beating.

When Wei Ji stood up shakily on his knees, his body with multiple fractures made his movements particularly weak and difficult. He lost his balance, his knees softened, and he knelt in front of Su Jie.

Su Jie stood on the head of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, bearing Wei Ji's kneeling, and smiled faintly: "Do you want to beg for mercy? The so-called Guanchao Pavilion Immortal Seedling, the first person of the young generation in Qingzhou, is nothing more than that."

Wei Ji's face was pale, and he didn't know whether it was because he had lost too much blood or because he was angry with Su Jie. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his anger was beyond words.

Even more angry than Wei Ji were the righteous disciples who saw this sad scene.

"I'm not seeing wrong, Senior Brother Wei actually knelt down to that devil."

"It's over, Senior Brother Wei really lost, his spine was broken, and he knelt down to beg for mercy."

"I'm ashamed to associate with such a person, even death is better than surrender! It's simply a disgrace to our righteous style."

The expressions of the disciples of the righteous sects were faintly collapsed. Wei Ji's defeat and his kneeling and begging for mercy made their morale plummet.

"Impossible, how could Senior Brother Wei lose."

Mo Shiyao clenched her hands, unwilling to admit this fact.

"The opponent is too strong, that guy is simply not a human."

Xiao Guanglian swallowed his saliva, feeling shocked by this battle.

"He lost."

Yuwen Jing had mixed feelings. It was the first time he saw Wei Ji lose, and this was likely death.

"Haha, I said that kid could win."

In the Guiling Palace, Old Taoist Qiu laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of relief and pride.

"As expected of my sect's genius."

Zhang Junwei smiled and said, Su Jie's performance was beyond his imagination.

"Just as I thought, he won, he has become stronger again."

Ning Xinyue muttered, she was only at the first level of the Secret Treasure Realm, Su Jie had already reached the third level of the Secret Treasure Realm, and his actual combat ability was so strong that she didn't know how Su Jie cultivated.

When Wei Ji heard the others' comments, his face turned pale, and he suddenly reached into the storage bag, took out a black stone fragment and was about to swallow it into his mouth.

This was a dragon ball fragment, which he got by chance, and it was also the key to why he could achieve the body of a true dragon.

As long as he swallowed the dragon ball fragment, he could temporarily have the strength and physique that could truly rival the real dragon, but the consequence was that he would die after the end, which was a means of mutual destruction.

"Let's die together."

Wei Ji's facial features twisted, and he was about to swallow the dragon ball fragment.

But before Wei Ji's hand reached his mouth, his right hand broke at the wrist.

Han Ruyan appeared, holding the White Bone Sky Sword in her hand, and cut off his palm with one sword.

Su Jie hooked his finger, and the dragon ball fragment in his palm fell into Su Jie's hand.

"I have been prepared for this trick of yours. You people always have some strange explosive methods, and I really caught it."

Su Jie put away the dragon ball fragment with a smile, and walked towards him step by step with the Red Snake Flying Sword, ready to cut off his head himself.

"Give it back to me, it's mine..."

Wei Ji collapsed. His last desperate means wasted, and he was going crazy.

"It's over."

When Su Jie raised the flying sword high and was about to cut off the other party's head, he suddenly heard a loud shout: "You dare."

Zhuang Liangru's roar shook the earth, and he could no longer hold back.

Humph!

In response to him, Su Jie swung the sword coldly and ruthlessly.

With a burst of blood spilling on Su Jie's trouser legs, Su Jie held Wei Ji's head high in his left hand and said angrily: "The one who killed Wei Ji is Su Jie of Guiling Palace. Who would not obey?"

The scene was silent. On the side of the righteous sect, you could hear a pin drop. The eyes of the righteous disciples were numb and painful. Some even shed tears, such as Mo Shiyao.

On the side of Guiling Palace, after a brief silence, there was a tsunami-like cheering and roaring.

"Su Jie! Su Jie! Su Jie!"

The momentum shook the sky and the earth, like a raging fire boiling oil, constantly echoing between heaven and earth.

Ning Xinyue, Xiao Fengyuan, Tang Peiqing, Zhang Junwei and other familiar people looked at Su Jie with excitement, joy, relief and emotion. Even the always serious Taoist Qiu smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"All troops will attack and destroy Guiling Palace today. In addition, whoever kills Su Jie will be rewarded with 5 million spirit stones."

Zhuang Liangru, who wanted to intervene in the rescue, was stopped by Zhang Junwei. He watched his own fairy seedling being beheaded by Su Jie. His eyes were fierce and he could not restrain his anger. He issued a deafening war order and offered a reward of 5 million spirit stones to Su Jie.

"All elders and disciples of Guiling Palace listen to my order. Kill all the righteous bastards today and protect our mountain gate inheritance. We will never stop until the righteous blood flows into a river."

Zhang Junwei waved his hand, and the momentum was like thunder, spreading to all directions, and made the same war response.

"Kill, kill, kill all the righteous bastards."

"Fight, fight, fight, kill all these demonic cultivators and promote my righteous path."

The righteous and the evil sides are like two conflicting torrents. When they see each other, they are extremely jealous of each other. In an instant, they rush to the opposite side across the mountains and plains. One by one, magic weapons, flying swords, talismans, spells, magic arrays, spirit beasts, poisonous insects, magic boats... countless secret arts collide, blood and body parts fly, and the war enters the final decisive stage.