Time passes slowly, and there are more and more warriors outside Liaocheng.

These warriors all come from family forces hundreds of miles away, or some small gangs.

It has only been a day since the news of the birth of the Holy Medicine.

Some big cities, such as Pingding City, are far away from Liaocheng. There has not been any news yet and no one has arrived yet.

Half a day later.

In the west of Liaocheng City, an abandoned temple.

A group of men in black were holding up the black banners in their hands. Countless dead souls in the hall were whistling, but they were all sucked into the black banners.

"Hahahaha, this is such a wonderful treasure land!"

One of the men in black couldn't help but raise their heads and laugh.

"That's right, thanks to Senior Brother Qi, otherwise we wouldn't have such an opportunity!"

A charming voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the person who made the voice raised his head slightly, revealing a white and tender face.

Almond eyes, willow-leaved eyebrows, a straight nose, the girl has very delicate facial features and petite figure, but the corners of her mouth are always slightly raised, with a bit of arrogance in her eyes.

Her name is Ye Yin, and she is the youngest among the people, so everyone calls her junior sister.

"Everyone is a fellow disciple, so naturally we have to help each other."

Among the crowd, one of the tallest young men smiled slightly and spoke.

He is the senior brother Qi, Qishan.

"Senior Brother Qi's soul banner is getting more and more terrifying. If you continue at this speed, the number of dead souls will soon exceed 20,000," Ye Yin said enviously, with a little admiration in his eyes.

"It's not that fast. My brother's Ten Thousand Souls Banner has just been successfully practiced," Qishan shook his head.

"However, if this continues, it is only a matter of time before 20,000 dead souls," Qishan looked at the dead souls that were constantly sucked into the soul banner, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

This trip was really worth it.

At this moment, a sound transmission note flew in.

Qishan grabbed it and sensed it carefully, with joy in his eyes.

"That's great. I just got the news that Uncle Black is coming to take over the Ghost King," Qishan said excitedly.

"Uncle Black is coming?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and then were overjoyed.

"With the black uncle, the ghost city will be captured by our Ghost Crying Zhai in one go, and all the dead souls will be captured!"

"Hahaha, that's right. If the black uncle takes action, what's the point of being a ghost king!"

Everyone was relieved.

The black uncle they mentioned, his full name is Heisha, is a real martial spirit powerhouse. He has mastered more than 80,000 dead souls, including three ghost kings, leading the army of dead souls. His strength is terrifying and it is no problem to compete with three warriors of the same level!

In the outside world, it is majestic and terrifying.

In Guichua, he was also highly valued by the master of the veterinary master.

In the eyes of the junior Guixuzhai, he is the second only to the master of Zhai and the legendary character.

"When the ghost city is settled, the black uncle should be able to break through the boundary of 100,000 souls," Ye Yin sighed.

"Absolutely, I heard from the master that the master of the Zhaizhu has passed the refining method of the 100,000 soul banner to the black master in advance. Not only that, there is also a part of the secret technique of soul-melting."

Qishan opened his mouth slowly.

"What!!"

When the others heard this, their faces changed.

How to refine the 100,000 soul banner!

The secret technique of soul fusion!

These two secret methods are secrets that are not passed down in the vegetarian school.

In Guichuizhai, all the secret techniques are passed down by the master of the veterinary world, and they will be given only if they reach the corresponding strength and have certain past achievements.

For example, Qishan, his method of refining Ten Thousand Soul Banners was given half a year ago.

In the past six months, he spent all his efforts and practiced a Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

On the day of the banner sacrifice, he slaughtered a small town with a population of 300,000, and fed his soul with the soul of a mortal.

This blood sacrifice method was also passed down by the master of the veterinary world, but it does not have the advanced secret technique of soul fusion.

The secret technique of soul fusion is to merge the power of two or even many dead souls into one, just like raising a gu, raising real evil spirits, real evil spirits among ghosts.

However, until now, only a very small number of people have mastered the secret technique of Soul-Melting in Gui Crying Zhai.

"Oh? You just said that your uncle mastered the method of refining the 100,000 Soul Banner?"

A faint voice suddenly came from the door of the hall.

Everyone looked in the sound and a slightly thin figure walked in.

It’s Zhan Wuque!

He was dressed in coarse white clothes, his aura was restrained and seemed a little ordinary.

"Who are you?!"

Qishan was surprised and asked immediately, with a serious expression.

Being able to walk into the temple without realizing it shows that Zhan Wuque is not as ordinary as he seems on the surface.

Zhan Wuque did not answer, but continued to walk towards everyone, his eyes falling on those soul banners. To be precise, it was the soul banner in Qishan's hand!

The soul banner was more than twice as big as the soul banner next to it, and there were golden stripes on the edge of the soul banner, revealing a hint of mystery.

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

Zhan Wuque's eyes were filled with a hint of heat.
Chapter completed!