You have a good chance, I accept it.

"You're talking too much nonsense. When I kill you, the truth will be revealed."

Knowing that he couldn't win the argument, the Blood Daoist raised the tattered flag in his hand high. Suddenly, there were continuous screams from the flag. The screams were creepy, as if there were endless wronged souls in it.

"I have sacrificed billions of lives in the three worlds. The souls of those lives are all in my flag. Now, it contains billions of wronged souls, and there are many earth immortals among the billions of wronged souls."

"And now, I will release them all. I wonder if you can stop them?"

The Blood Daoist smiled cruelly, and then quickly made hand gestures with both hands. Suddenly, the tattered flag in front of him began to emit extremely cold and gloomy yin energy.

In an instant, the surrounding world became extremely gloomy, and the thick yin energy directly covered the entire sky, and the entire world became dim.

And transparent wronged souls kept flying out of the tattered flag, one by one, waving their claws, and their shapes were extremely terrifying.

"Kill him."

The Blood Taoist sat cross-legged in the air, his hands constantly pinching the seals, and the wronged souls saw this and immediately rushed towards Ye Lin.

The wronged souls in the sky completely covered the entire world, and the wronged souls were endless, and the number was simply impossible to count.

"Just take these little tricks?"

Ye Lin sneered, slowly raised the bloodthirsty magic sword in his hand, and then swung the sword. In an instant, a dazzling sword light shone between heaven and earth. Under this sword light, countless wronged souls were instantly shattered.

Not even a little residue was left.

The sword light kept moving, slashing all the way towards the Blood Taoist.

"Humph, little tricks? Ridiculous."

The Blood Taoist snorted coldly and took out a jar from his arms. There was a purple talisman on the jar. The Blood Taoist was ruthless and slowly took away the purple talisman. Suddenly, a huge amount of Yin Qi emanated from the jar.

"Come out."

The Blood Taoist directly stretched out his dry arm, and he mercilessly cut his arm, and blood dripped onto the jar.

The next moment, the jar broke instantly, and from the broken jar, a dry palm crushed Ye Lin's sword light, and then a ghost stood quietly beside the Blood Taoist.

He was wearing armor, and his Yin Qi was extremely strong, so strong that even Ye Lin couldn't see his true face.

He stood there quietly with a long knife in his hand, his eyes full of tyranny.

"I haven't used this guy for a long time, and I haven't had the opportunity to use it. Now, you are lucky to see my treasure."

"You will die without regrets if you die in his hands later."

The Blood Taoist smiled, and at the same time, the wronged souls in the tattered flag continued to merge into the body of this Yin general, making his momentum more powerful.

"You, a mere earthly immortal at the peak level, actually dare to raise a Yin General at the level of a half-step heavenly immortal, and you are still letting him devour other Yin souls to make him stronger. Aren't you really afraid that he will lose control and kill you first?"

Looking at this Yin General, Ye Lin's face was extremely solemn. A Yin General at the level of a half-step heavenly immortal must have devoured countless lives to grow to this point.

Raising a Yin General requires training from a young age.

That is to say, kill an extremely weak cultivator, then extract his soul and refine it with secret methods, and finally refine it into a Yin General, and then feed it with your own blood bit by bit to make it recognize the master.