It was noon, and Jiang Feng strolled into Gu Yuan City.

According to Jiang Feng’s impression of the immortal dynasties in the God Realm, a city like Gu Yuan City, where there were many cultivators in the past, should be very lively and prosperous.

However, when Jiang Feng entered Gu Yuan City, he discovered that the streets of the entire city were empty. There were no stalls selling immortal artifacts along the streets, so he could forget about the peddlers selling medicinal pills. Not even a pedestrian could be seen.

Such a strange phenomenon was naturally abnormal. Jiang Feng had more or less guessed what had happened when he joined forces with the general who said that the Ghost Cultivator Great Devil had appeared in Gu Yuan City.

Sniff … Jiang Feng shrugged his nose. In the atmosphere, he caught a hint of blood.

“Looks like the battle is very intense. What kind of’heroes’ could cause so many deaths and injuries to those’righteous sects’?”

Jiang Feng thought for a moment and followed the scent of blood.

Outside Gu Yuan City, in the grass beside the Purple Maple Forest. The maple tree that was more than ten meters tall was covered with purple maple leaves. Because every time a breeze blew, a few maple leaves would fall from the maple tree, so at this moment, the grass was covered with purple maple leaves. A blink of an eye revealed that it was so beautiful that it was as unreal as a dream immortal realm.

However, in such a beautiful environment, a cold killing intent permeated the entire arena.

Xiao Ding, who was holding the Soul Summoning Banner, stood upright, regardless of whether Xiao Ding was a vampire or a ghost cultivator. The unyielding aura of a soldier king on his body, as well as the endless battle intent that would never be wiped out, had not changed at all.

Xiao Ding glanced at the eight cultivators who surrounded him. Xiao Ding smiled faintly and said, “Let more than five hundred cultivators come and die first. When I’m almost exhausted, I’ll make a move myself. It’s indeed a good plan.”

“Not stupid, but smart people usually die early.” One of the eight cultivators, a middle-aged man wearing a daoist robe and a goatee, replied with a chuckle. It wasn’t hard to tell from his words that he was pleased with himself.

“Dao Sovereign Dong Yin, this person is very strange. Let’s not let him delay. Let’s kill him first!” A big monk with a wand and a cassock and a large belly looked at Xiao Ding vigilantly.

It had to be said that the monk’s caution was very praiseworthy. In fact, Xiao Ding was originally a quiet person. The real reason why he had said so much earlier was because, as the monk had said, he wanted to stall for time to recover his state.

In terms of cultivation, Xiao Ding was only at the Body Fusion Realm. However, he had assimilated and absorbed the souls of the Third Yin Master, so his soul power was much stronger than that of a Void Cave Realm cultivator.

In addition, Xiao Ding had obtained a trace of the power of the Laws of Life and Death from the combination of the Profound Sky Ghost Scroll and the Profound Earth Ghost Scroll. He was able to freely control all the ghosts that his soul could sense. That was why Xiao Ding was able to destroy the Bai Clan in Silvermoon City.

For the past month, every time Xiao Ding killed a cultivator, he would use the Soul Summoning Banner to capture his soul. The Soul Summoning Flag is also called the “Spirit Flag”. Its main function is to attract the souls of the dead and guide them to their reincarnation.

However, the Soul Summoning Banner made of ghost cultivation contained various formations. These formations needed to be filled with living souls in order to display their power. Each formation required a soul with a high cultivation level as the soul of the formation.

Regarding the refinement of the Soul Summoning Banner, every ghost cultivator had their own methods. Some tended to confuse their opponents, while others tended to attack their opponents. As for the Soul Summoning Banner left behind by the Third Yin Master, the formation that he had designed had evolved the attack to its limit.

There were a total of five formations inside, namely, the Hundred Fiends Soul Locking Formation, the Thousand Souls Immortal Execution Formation, the Circulating Heavens Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation, the Hundred Thousand Divine Ghosts Formation, and the Million Heavens Fiends Formation.

At present, Xiao Ding held a total of 38,000 soul summoning banners in his hands, and the array he could use was the ‘Circle Heaven Ten Thousand Ghost Formation’. With this formation, Xiao Ding had enough strength to fight against Mahayana cultivators.

However, the immortal arts and divine arts in the world were also good. As long as he used his power, he would surely be exhausted. Moreover, the more powerful an immortal technique or formation was, the greater the consumption it would require.

Earlier, Xiao Ding had used the Soul Summoning Banner to slaughter hundreds of cultivators. Naturally, his soul power consumption was enormous. The eight cultivators surrounding Xiao Ding were all Mahayana experts. With Xiao Ding’s current state, it was impossible for him to win.

Originally, Xiao Ding wanted to stall for a while, so that he could secretly recover to a state where he had the strength to fight. Unexpectedly, the fat-headed monk saw through his idea just as he put it into action.

For a moment, Xiao Ding couldn’t help but think of Jiang Feng. If he had that kid’s mouth, he would still have a chance to delay the recovery of 70-80% of his soul power.

Of course, it was useless to think about it now. As soon as the monk spoke, the eight cultivators took out their Immortal Artifacts at the same time.

Although Xiao Ding’s current state was not good, with his personality, even if he died, he would definitely die a fish in a net, and he would never surrender to capture him.

Xiao Ding forcefully summoned his soul power. As soon as the living souls within the Soul Summoning Banner received the command of Xiao Ding’s soul power, they immediately rushed out from the Soul Summoning Banner and directly formed a “Circular Ten Thousand Ghost Formation” to protect Xiao Ding’s side.

Tens of thousands of living souls appeared, and the grass was instantly filled with ghastly winds and ghostly sounds.

Eight cultivators simultaneously attacked the immortal artifact. The immortal artifact was filled with True Spirit Energy, so the immortal artifact was wrapped in a white light. The Ten Thousand Ghost Formation formed from tens of thousands of living souls was dark gray. The eight Immortal Artifacts of the eight cultivators flew in, and it looked like eight rays of burning light broke through the dark clouds.

If Xiao Ding was in his peak state, the eight cultivators’ immortal artifacts would definitely not be able to tear open a hole in the [Cyclic Ten Thousand Ghost Formation]. However, it was different now. Xiao Ding’s soul power was weak, and the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation could not unleash its full power.

The immortal artifacts of the eight cultivators rushed forward, and the Ten Thousand Ghost Formation of the Zhou Tian actually showed signs of collapsing.

Xiao Ding thought for a moment, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.

He took five steps back, then his right hand formed a sword and pointed at his left chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood from Xiao Ding’s mouth.

After spitting out this mouthful of blood from the tip of his heart, Xiao Ding sat powerlessly on the ground, half lying on the ground.

The Circular Ten Thousand Ghost Formation formed from tens of thousands of living souls was originally dark gray, but once it merged into the blood at the tip of his heart, it immediately turned dark red. The originally terrifying ghosts seemed to have gone mad. The ten thousand ghosts spun rapidly, bringing out a strong whirlwind.

The violet maple leaves all over the ground were swept up by the whirlwind, and the whirlwind directly pounced on the big monk.

Xiao Ding had already thought it through. With his current state, it was impossible for him to kill these eight cultivators. His only choice was to use all of his strength and try his best to pull one or two more people on his back.

First of all, it was this big monk. Who told him to talk too much and break his plan of stalling for time?

After tens of thousands of berserk ghosts rushed towards the big monk, Xiao Ding was no longer able to defend himself. Right now, the remaining seven cultivators had two choices. One was to work together to protect the monk, so as to preserve his life. The other option was to abandon the monk and directly kill Xiao Ding.

The seven cultivators of the two choices were very clear in their hearts, and the seven of them had reached a tacit understanding at almost the same time.

“Kill him! We’ll split the treasure equally!” A sharp-looking old woman shouted.

“Alright. Kill Fen Bao, one of the old Taoist’s favorite things. Amitabha, Empyrean Limitless.”

Dao Sovereign Dong Yin shouted a Buddhist nickname and chanted a Dao nickname, which sounded somewhat inappropriate.

The seven of them completely ignored the monk. The monk’s Buddhist light didn’t last for three seconds and was shattered by tens of thousands of living souls. The living soul bit his flesh and blood, shuttling through his body, its pain as if it was too late.

The great monk screamed miserably and kept shouting, “Save me! Save me …”

The seven of them ignored him and all headed straight for Xiao Ding.

Xiao Ding’s half-propped body lay flat on his back. At this moment, he had already lost all of his fighting abilities. Xiao Ding opened his pair of heroic eyes and looked at the sky. The sky of the God Realm was blue and pure, making people feel comfortable.

Xiao Ding recalled the scene when he first met Jiang Feng.

It was in a bank in Hangzhou. At that time, he and he had killed a few robbers together. After finishing, the fellow said, “We fought side by side. Let me know your name at least.”

At that time, his answer was, “I owe you my life, Xiao Ding.”

“Very cold, isn’t it?” Xiao Ding said this silently in his heart. Then, a faint smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth. Then, he closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of his final death.

Strength is getting closer …

They were getting closer and closer …

Xiao Ding had already felt a tingling sensation coming from between his eyebrows …

“Holy shit, your entire family’s third aunt!”

What a unique way to curse someone, so cheap that it made people want to beat him up when they heard it.

This voice was extremely familiar to Xiao Ding …

Whoosh … The sword light formed from the six flying swords flew out. Feeling the power of the flying sword, the six cultivators all withdrew their Immortal Artifacts and used them to protect themselves.

The remaining Tai Chi sword in Dao Sovereign Dong Yin’s hand did not withdraw. His sword tip had already pierced into Xiao Ding’s forehead, but a large hand appeared and tightly gripped the tip of the Tai Chi sword.

A surge of True Spirit Energy wrapped around Dao Sovereign Dong Yin’s Taiji sword, which prevented the sword light contained in his sword from being released.

Blood dripped down from between Xiao Ding’s eyebrows. The first thing Xiao Ding saw when he opened his eyes was the incomparably sharp tip of the sword, as well as the hand that held the tip of the sword tightly and did not let go.

A voice that suppressed his excitement and sounded a little teasing sounded, “What kind of wood is it? It’s still alive, isn’t it?”

Endless warmth engulfed Xiao Ding’s heart. Xiao Ding’s hands trembled slightly, but there was only a faint “hmm” sound on his mouth.

“Act recklessly.” Dao Sovereign Dong Yin said coldly.

Jiang Feng grabbed Xiao Ding’s collar and pulled him backwards.

Dao Sovereign Dong Yin poured a surge of Spiritual Energy into the sword. The violent Spiritual Energy directly smashed Jiang Feng’s entire right arm into pieces …