Ge Chang didn't expect that Zhu Lingwu had such a powerful magic weapon in his hand, and instinctively felt the golden aura that could not resist.

He didn't want to cut his body into two by the golden sharp energy, so he had to take the innate wood spiritual power transformed into the green palm of his body and the thorny thorn strips transformed from these wood spiritual powers, and dodges to the side again.

Zhu Lingwu didn't want to fight him hard, then the Red Dragon Flowing Golden Blade turned and hit the black short spear released by Senior Brother Wen like a platinum whip.

"Boom..."

A harsh sound rang out, and the black short spear released by Senior Brother Wen was also a medium and high-level magic weapon.

The power released by the two magic weapons also caused a strong reaction. The black short spear seemed to be frightened and rushed back to Senior Brother Wen.

"What a demon disciple, he actually wants to escape! Humph!"

The soul of the Qinghua Sect monks over there saw that Senior Brother Wen was still trying to escape, so they couldn't help but snorted angrily from there again.

Then two green lights flew out from the left hand of the female casual cultivator surnamed Wu, which was like adding fuel to the fire. Uh, no, it should be like a scoop of clear water, extinguishing the flames ignited by Senior Brother Wen and Ge Chang with spiritual power.

The blood-patterned thorns had already formed and took the opportunity to drill the branches with sharp thorns into the bodies of the two of them. After sucking their flesh and blood, the blood-patterned thorns grew faster.

Although Senior Brother Wen and Ge Chang wanted to work hard to drive the fire-attributed spiritual power in their bodies to burn the thorns again, the two green lights made their efforts was wasted again and again.

The two of them held on for about twenty breaths, but still couldn't resist the spells cast by the soul of the Qinghua Sect monk. The blood-patterned thorns transformed from the green palm completely sucked their flesh and blood, turning them into two skeletons wrapped in thorns.

In this cave, only Zhu Lingwu and the female casual cultivator surnamed Wu who was occupied by the souls of the Qinghua Sect monks were left.

Zhu Lingwu stood at the entrance of the cave, but he was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should turn around and leave now or continue to say something to the soul of this Qinghua Sect monk.

Although Senior Brother Wen and the others are dead, his identity will not be revealed for the time being, but if he doesn't explain it to this guy, will he let himself go like this?

In addition, would he really let himself go like this?

"Senior, this, my junior is now an outer disciple of the Baigui Sect, and I am also the identity of the demon sect that the junior master sect has created for the younger generation, so it is convenient to inquire about the information for the immortal sect in the demon sect! I wonder, what are my seniors planning now?"

Zhu Lingwu tentatively said to the soul of the Qinghua Sect monk, and the body protection light released by the Xuanwu Huang Guangjue on his body still did not dissipate.

At the same time, Zhu Lingwu's eyes also swept over the devil's cultivators over there, especially Ge Chang and Senior Brother Wen. They stayed for a while, not because they were sad about their fate, but because of the spirit stones that Ge Chang had just cleaned up, as well as the black short spear-like magic weapon that Senior Brother Wen just now, Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but have some thoughts in his mind.

"Well, so that's it! So that's it, the Demon Sect is making trouble again? My friend just said that the Demon Sect Yangxu Valley is going to do to my Qinghua Sect? There is still a traitor in my Qinghua Sect. I have been delaying here for many years for some reason. Alas!"

The soul of the Qinghua Sect monk was hidden in the body of the female scattered cultivator named Wu, sighing. Its neither male nor female voice really made Zhu Lingwu feel cold and furious.

The old guy soon knew Zhu Lingwu’s thoughts, and suddenly laughed again there, "Well, right, I’m wrong with you just now! In this way, since I met here today, I have a fate with you. I can’t let you come here for nothing. You can clean up the things on these demonic juniors first! You don’t have to worry, you are both immortal sects, and I am also responsible for tasks. I will naturally not do anything to you!"

The words of the soul cultivator of Qinghua Sect became more and more polite. In the end, he actually called him a friend. It seemed that he really regarded Zhu Lingwu as a junior of the Immortal Sect.

Zhu Lingwu did not hide his inner thoughts, and said happily when he heard this, "Thank you so much! Seniors naturally look down on these things on the devil's disciples, but I can use them to help me establish a better relationship in the devil's sect, and maybe I can use them to make better use of their identities and make better in the devil's sect! By the way, Seniors, I am pretending to be the identity of the Devil's Hundred Ghosts, and I also have a magic weapon from the Devil's Ghosts, which can collect the souls of these devil's disciples! I wonder if I can..."

"Just just use it, as long as you maintain the essence of the immortal way, these outer things will be fine!"

The soul of the Qinghua Sect monk seemed to not reject Zhu Lingwu's use of magical instruments, but this kind of polite attitude made Zhu Lingwu secretly alert.

Zhu Lingwu's brow twitched slightly, and suddenly he put away the protective light emitted by the Xuanwu Huang Guangjue on his body, looking like he had put down his guard against the soul of the Qinghua Sect monk.

Afterwards, Zhu Lingwu took out the Hundred Ghost Banner again. This time, there was no need to release the ghost general. He just took the Hundred Ghost Banner to the white bone thorn tree transformed by Senior Brother Wen's body.

At this time, the innate wood spiritual power had already scattered on the blood-patterned thorns. It was originally condensed with the innate wood spiritual power, but after absorbing Brother Wen's flesh and blood, it transformed the flesh and blood into special wooden materials.

Zhu Lingwu was unceremonious and directly used the sharp blade of the Red Dragon Flowing Golden Blade to cut the blood-patterned thorn into several segments, allowing Senior Brother Wen, who was left with only white bones and clothes, to escape from the thorn package.

Then Zhu Lingwu made a magic trick at the Hundred Ghost Banner, and a ghost energy suddenly surged out from the Hundred Ghost Banner. He swept over the bones of Senior Brother Wen, and put the already ignorant soul into the Hundred Ghost Banner.

But Zhu Lingwu did not dare to turn Senior Brother Wen's soul into his own soul in front of the soul of the Qinghua Sect cultivator. Moreover, it seems that Senior Brother Wen's soul has little time to retain many memories of Yangxu Gu.

He died too quickly, and his brain was transformed into nutrition by the blood-shaped thorns. Naturally, this soul had no chance to copy the memories in the brain. As for how many memories were left in the soul, he could only leave them later and find an opportunity to study them.

Soon, Zhu Lingwu found the black short spear and a black purse-like storage bag in Senior Brother Wen’s tattered clothes.

Zhu Lingwu didn't study much, and first stuffed it into his sleeve bag. The soul of the Qinghua Sect monk there was no indication. He just controlled the body of the female casual cultivator surnamed Wu and sat down in the spirit gathering array.
Chapter completed!