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Qin Sang stared straight at the soul tree.

The soul-raising wood is pitch-black, with potholes everywhere, like a piece of rotten wood that has been eaten by worms.

According to Qin Sang's previous records in ancient books, this is the appearance of Soul Cultivation Wood.

On the surface of Yanghunmu, there is a layer of faint blue light shining. Only when you see it with the naked eye, it seems that even the soul has been appeased. It is the unique soul light of Yanghunmu.

"So big!"

Qin Sang was shocked and surprised.

The inexhaustible blood mulberry he got in the Thunder Swallowing Falcon's Nest was only a thin piece, and he raised his magic weapon to the magic weapon rank. If he could refine this soul-cultivating wood, how much could the ebony sword be improved?

Is it possible to directly advance to Lingbao?

Such a large piece of soul-cultivating wood will definitely be able to resist the corrosion of the blood mulberry.

After thinking about it, it was normal. If the Soul Cultivation Wood was too small and the power of the soul light was insufficient, I am afraid that Bai's remnant soul would not be able to last for so long.

Qin Sang glanced at Bai Bai, wondering if this person would be so honest in taking out the soul tree.

However, even if Bai secretly hides the spirit wood, he doesn't want to delve into it.

As the saying goes, take it as soon as you see it, you don't have to be insatiable.

These soul-cultivating trees are enough for him to elevate the ebony sword to an unimaginable level, traversing the world of immortal cultivation today, and more importantly, his cultivation will no longer be restricted, which is already a great surprise.

There is no need to force it any further.

In case of a desperate push, and desperately destroying the soul-raising wood, and breaking the net with him, it is not beautiful.

Bai had been observing Qin Sang's expression secretly, and when he came into contact with Qin Sang's eyes, his heart could not help but tighten, but he saw Qin Sang's expression was as usual, and he was not pressing step by step.

Taking a deep look at Qin Sang, Bai raised the soul tree and said, "Daoist friend has seen it, the soul light of this treasure can't be faked. Of course, this soul tree can't be given to fellow Taoists, and I have to keep it here. The next part, auxiliary practice."

After speaking, Bai hesitated for a while, and pointed his finger in the middle of the soul tree, indicating that he would share with Qin Sang.

After some haggling, Bai claimed at least a quarter of his bottom line remained.

After thinking about it, Qin Sang nodded slowly, "Just follow the Taoist friend's words! But I heard that the soul tree is more special than other spiritual woods. It cannot be cut off with force. You must be careful, otherwise it will damage the power of the spiritual wood..."

Bai Zixin said: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, I have been with this soul tree day and night, and I know it well. Besides, the soul tree is fragile compared to the top ten sacred trees. As long as you are careful enough, you will definitely not damage the spiritual wood." Since you agree, I will divide the spirit wood now..."

Saying that, Bai covered the other palm on the top of the soul tree, and the corpse qi surged in both palms, turning into countless complex runes, and after a while of twisting, it transformed into a blade of corpse qi as thin as a cicada's wings.

The blade of corpse qi trembled slightly, fell to the position pointed by Bai Fangcai, and slowly cut down.

The blade of corpse energy seems to be able to flow, silently 'flowing' along the texture of the soul tree, dividing the spirit wood a little bit.

Bai's actions were very cautious, and Qin Sang, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

After a while, Soul Raising Wood was successfully divided into two pieces.

At the moment of success, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"After leaving the ghost land, this soul tree will belong to fellow daoists. If fellow daoists are worried, it's okay to leave a restriction on it first," Bai said with a slight smile.

Qin Sang was rude, hit a few restraints, landed on the soul tree, and sealed this treasure.

Bai didn't care, put away the Soul Cultivation Wood, and said eagerly, "We wereted a lot of time negotiating conditions. Since the time to open this secret realm is limited, let's do it quickly! I don't want to stay here for a moment. !"

"I don't think it's a waste. Only in this way can you and I trust each other and cooperate sincerely."

Qin Sang let out a haha, then took out the pole of the magic flag, and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's bring the dead soul over, I will start refining the soul silk, and when the magic flag is finished, I can collect the magic fire. already."

"Okay, I'll wake up the dead soul, and there is fellow Daoist Lao behind."

The white figure flashed and disappeared into the ghost fog.

After a short while, there was only a sound of wailing from the depths of the ghost fog, followed by a turbulence in the ghost fog, with countless phantoms appearing inside, and the scene was quite terrifying.

Qin Sang sat cross-legged on the bone mountain, holding a flag pole and shaking it slightly.

When Bai Jiang brought the dead soul, the two looked at each other, and then with a wave of Bai's palm, he manipulated the ghost fog to restrain the dead soul, allowing Qin Sang to concentrate on absorbing the soul energy from the dead soul.

Qin Sang silently activated the secret technique, flicked his fingers, and typed out runes that landed on the front row of dead souls.

There was a commotion in the dead.

Bai's face sank, and he let out a low voice. The ghost fog suddenly pressed down and fell on the dead soul with a heavy weight. All the dead souls stood there honestly, waiting for Qin Sang to cast the spell.

The moment the secret technique was completed, a wisp of pure soul energy floated out from these dead souls and gathered in the direction of Qin Sang.

After drawing out this part of the soul energy, those dead souls seemed a little sluggish, but they were much better than those who had been refined.

Qin Sang gathered his soul energy and made every effort to refine the soul silk.

The double-headed scorpion and the incarnation protect the law on the left and the right.

Bai glanced at Qin Sang, then retreated back to the ghost fog, attracting new souls.

Although this is much more cumbersome than before, it does not require Qin Sang to be distracted to suppress the dead, and the speed is not slow. Soon, Qin Sang had a long soul silk in his hand.

He motioned for Bai to stop, then picked up the flagpole and began to refine the magic flag.

After all, it was the first time refining, and Qin Sang was still a little unfamiliar. After a few failures, it went much better. The soul silk was entwined and merged with the flag pole, and then the prototype of a magic flag slowly appeared.

The most difficult thing about the Yama Fans of the Ten Directions is actually to separate the black iron pillars and refine the banner poles.

In addition, Qin Sang's current skill in refining tools is better than before, so it is much easier to refine the flag face than the flag pole, and finally a magic flag is successfully refined.

Qin Sang swung hard, and the magic flag swayed, but nothing happened.

When the Jiuyou Demon Fire is collected, it is the complete magic weapon.

Bai stood on the periphery~www.readwn.com~ curiously looking at the magic flag in Qin Sang's hand, seeing Qin Sang taking out another flag pole, he kept going to attract the dead again.

I don't know how many times Bai ran back and forth, only to see that Qin Sang already had eight black flags on his lap.

"Fellow Daoist, how many magic flags are you going to make?"

White was panting.

Manipulating the ghost fog and restraining the dead are not so easy to do. He consumes a lot and becomes more and more tired. Fortunately, this is a ghost land, and he can still persevere.

Qin Sang raised his head and glanced, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "There are only seven strokes left to complete the exercise. It should be enough to help fellow Daoists break the magic ban, right?"

"More than enough!"'

Bai gritted his teeth and said in surprise, "Fifteen poles, plus the original three poles in the hands of fellow Daoists, aren't there eighteen poles? The more the number, the stronger the power of the formation. Fellow Daoist holds eighteen poles of magic flags, even if you face Nascent Soul, you still have the power to fight, right?"