Chapter 263 Chapter 271: Refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner

Xiao Ling has a clear plan for those souls whose strength has not reached Dou Wang. He intends to use these souls as materials for refining to enhance the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, so as to improve the quality of this magic weapon.

Xiao Ling stared at the black light ball in his hand, which imprisoned countless souls. They should have dissipated in the world shortly after death. However, it was the guardian of the Soul Palace who used special means to forcibly retain them, causing them to lose their intelligence and become helpless ghosts, and they could only be tortured by endless pain all day long.

He sighed softly, with a hint of determination in his tone: "The dead cannot be resurrected. Since I want to use your lives to sacrifice the magic weapon, I will definitely avenge the Soul Palace for you. The iron guardian who harmed you has been dealt with by me. The Soul Palace and I are originally hostile to each other, and I will naturally fight them to the end in the future."

Although Xiao Ling is not the kind of vicious person, he will not commit atrocities such as massacring civilians and refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. However, facing these souls collected by the Soul Palace, he couldn't let them dissipate.

Despite this, Xiao Ling would keep his promise, after all, he was destined to be an enemy of the Soul Palace in the future. Moreover, the culprit, Iron Guardian, had been dealt with by him. Therefore, Xiao Ling had done his utmost kindness and responsibility for these souls.

Xiao Ling didn't feel guilty about using these souls to strengthen the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. In his opinion, instead of letting these souls disappear uselessly, it would be better to use their power to strengthen himself, so that he would have a better chance of winning in the future struggle with the Soul Palace.

These souls could no longer be resurrected, and what he did was just to let their existence continue in another form. Through refining, he transformed the power of these souls into his own power, which was not only a reasonable use of resources, but also to be stronger in the fight against the Soul Palace.

Xiao Ling shook his head gently and decided not to dwell on the past thoughts. He was still a little too rigid. This was the Douqi Continent, a world where strength was respected and the strong survived. Here, only by becoming stronger can you control your own destiny.

I must abandon the weak ideas of my previous life and adapt to the rules of this new world. In the Douqi Continent, only by constantly improving my strength can I protect myself, protect the people I love, and stand firm in the fierce struggle.

Xiao Ling took a deep breath, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and his eyes fell on the Wanhun Banner next to him again.

This banner is dim in color and full of traces of time. It looks like an ordinary black sail flag. But Xiao Ling knows that after this sacrifice, it will be reborn.

At this moment, Xiao Ling's heart is faintly filled with an inexplicable expectation. He is about to use the soul body to sacrifice the Wanhun Banner, which is the first time. He can't help but wonder, after such a sacrifice, how much can the quality of the Wanhun Banner be improved?

You know, before this Wanhun Banner could only collect ten soul bodies at a time, for Xiao Ling, this number is really a bit stretched.

Immediately, Xiao Ling began to recite the incantation for the soul body in a low voice. Although his voice was low, it was full of power. As the incantation echoed, the air in the whole room seemed to tremble slightly and become distorted. The black light ball containing countless soul bodies began to flicker with a faint light, as if they had already sensed the changes they were about to face, emitting an indescribable tense atmosphere.

Xiao Ling waved his hand violently, and the black light ball seemed to be unshackled. The soul bodies seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and flew towards the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. They drew dim tracks in the air, like the tails of meteors in the night sky, and were eventually swallowed by the deep black banner of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

As the soul bodies merged, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner began to change. The originally dim banner surface gradually became brighter, and the black light flowed on the banner surface, as if it had come alive. Those originally blurred patterns began to become clear, like the evil spirits of hell baring their fangs and claws on the banner surface.

During the ritual, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner exuded an evil aura, and the whole room was shrouded in this aura, which made people shudder. Xiao Ling's expression remained unchanged, but his hands moved faster and faster, and his eyes flashed with a determined light.

Finally, as the last soul body was swallowed by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, this flag was no longer the ordinary black cloth banner before. Its surface became as smooth as a mirror, emitting a deep and mysterious black light, and the evil ghost pattern on the banner seemed to jump out at any time, vivid and lifelike.

Although the Ten Thousand Souls Banner exuded a cold aura all the time, under Xiao Ling's precise control, this chill was cleverly restrained and no longer leaked. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is now like a peerless weapon containing endless power, hanging there quietly, waiting for Xiao Ling's next instruction.

Xiao Ling held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner tightly, and he could clearly feel the power surging in the banner. This ritual was obviously a great success, and the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was at least enhanced several times. Although the conditions for absorbing souls remain the same, the ability of the banner has made a qualitative leap. It can now absorb up to 300 souls at the same time, which is much stronger than the previous limit of 10 souls.

With Xiao Ling's light wave of his hand, dozens of Dou Wang Dou Huang bodies appeared out of thin air in the training room. They piled up together to form a pile like a small mountain.

These bodies were collected by Zi Yan before. Because the souls in their bodies have not been extracted, Xiao Ling is now ready to collect these souls that have not yet completely dissipated into the Wanhun Banner.

He took out the porcelain bottle containing the souls of Xie Biyan, Yan Luotian and Tie Hufa from the storage space and placed them aside, preparing to incorporate these souls into the Wanhun Banner later.

These Dou Zong-level masters, although their bodies have passed away, their souls are still strong and even retain a certain degree of consciousness.

As soon as they saw Xiao Ling standing aside, the three souls began to curse Xiao Ling angrily. Although their souls were trapped in the porcelain bottle, they still maintained their arrogance and hostility in their lifetime and were full of hatred for Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling ignored these curses and said meaningfully, "Haha, you guys, if you want to curse, go ahead, but I'll see if you can curse later."

Then, Xiao Ling began to wave the Wanhun Banner in his hand, aiming at the remains of the Dou Wang level. Every time he waved, he was full of power and determination, and the black light on the Wanhun Banner burst out. Along with the burst of black light, a strong cold air emanated from the Wanhun Banner, and even the temperature in the room dropped slightly.

Under the astonished gazes of Xie Biyan, Yan Luotian and Tie Hufa, souls floated out of the remains. The forms of these souls were exactly the same as the remains before they died. Obviously, Xiao Ling used the mysterious black Wanhun Banner to guide these souls out of the remains.

As Xiao Ling waved, the black light on the Wanhun Banner was like a living thing, winding and flowing, emitting a heart-pounding chill. This chill was not ordinary cold, but a kind of icy cold that penetrated into the bone marrow and hit the soul directly. Wherever the black light went, the souls in the remains seemed to be attracted by some irresistible force and slowly freed themselves from the remains.

These souls wandered in the air, their faces were confused and fearful, and they seemed not to realize that they had left their bodies before they died. However, they could not resist the call of the Wanhun Banner. One after another, the souls were entangled by the black light, as if they were pulled by invisible lines, and were finally sucked into the Wanhun Banner.

Witnessing Xiao Ling's actions, Xie Biyan, Yan Luotian and Tie Hufa quickly understood his intentions. Xiao Ling obviously intended to use the mysterious black Wanhun Banner to collect souls. Since he had already collected the souls of Dou Wang and Dou Huang into the banner, the souls of the three of them would obviously not escape the same fate.

They couldn't help but feel a little panic in their hearts. Xiao Ling's plan was obvious, and the Wanhun Banner did not look like an auspicious thing, exuding an unsettling atmosphere. They knew that once they were collected, their souls would face an unknown fate.

Even Tie Hufa shouted on the side, "Good guy, this method is even worse than the Soul Palace, Xiao Ling, you are so despicable!"

The souls of the three people were restless in the porcelain bottle, and their eyes flashed with unwillingness and fear. They used to be powerful men who shocked one side, but now they can only watch their souls being controlled by others.

The original sarcastic insults were now swallowed back by Xie Biyan and the other two. They began to try to please Xiao Ling with flattering words.

Xiao Ling just shook his head slightly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said lightly: "I still like your unruly look at the beginning. You should recover, haha."

There was a hint of ridicule in his words, and he obviously did not intend to accept their flattery. Xiao Ling continued: "This is the result of your own lack of effort in cultivation. You will be a companion in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the future."

As his words fell, Xiao Ling no longer paid attention to the three people's pleas or flattery, and planned to take these three guys into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner first. He waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the black flag drew mysterious tracks in the air, sucking the souls of the three people into it one by one.

Under the traction of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the souls of Xie Biyan, Yan Luotian and Tie Hufa were pulled by an invisible force. Their expressions changed from fear to despair, and they were finally completely swallowed up in the darkness of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Their screams and curses echoed in the training room, but were soon swallowed up by the silence in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Xiao Ling's face was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, observing its changes. With the addition of the soul bodies of the three Dou Zong masters, although the Ten Thousand Souls Banner did not change much from before, the black light on the banner became deeper, as if it could swallow all the light.

He could feel the soul bodies inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner churning, and their power intertwined in the banner, forming a powerful soul storm. This storm raged inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but was controlled by Xiao Ling's will and gradually calmed down.

Touching his chin, Xiao Ling said to himself, "It seems that they have begun to devour each other, and I don't know what will happen."

Immediately, Xiao Ling waved his hand and put the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the system space, and then he summoned a ball of strange fire. Under his control, this strange fire completely wrapped the remains of the Dou Wang and Dou Huang. The flames leaped, emitting a faint light, and soon turned the remains into wisps of light smoke, which drifted away with the wind without leaving a trace.

After dealing with these, Xiao Ling strode out of the training room without any hesitation. Riding on the Split Sky Seat, under Xiao Ling's guidance, the Split Sky Seat twisted its slender body and galloped towards the direction of the Izumo Empire.

Xiao Ling's eyes were deep, and he had a plan in mind. His first target was the treasure house of the Wanxie Sect, where countless poisons and resources were stored, which were exactly what he and Xiao Yixian could use for their cultivation. He planned to use this opportunity to take all the wealth accumulated by the Wanxie Sect over the years.

After looting the treasure house of the Wanxie Sect, Xiao Ling planned to continue to Mulan Valley and Jinyan Sect to empty their treasure houses. Now that these three sects have lost Dou Zong-level strongmen, it is easy for Xiao Ling to take away their treasures quietly.

Even if he is discovered, with his current strength, he can easily deal with it and seal it physically to ensure that his actions are not discovered.

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Soon after, a shocking news spread rapidly in the Gama Empire and its surrounding countries, becoming the focus of heated discussion.

In a key battle in the Black Mountain Fortress, the Gama Empire won an overwhelming victory! Faced with the strong pressure of the three-nation coalition, the army of the Gama Empire showed amazing combat effectiveness.

Among them, the most eye-catching is Xiao Ling's heroic performance. He not only defeated three Dou Zong-level strongmen, Xie Bi Yan, Yan Luotian and Mulan Sanlao, but also killed a mysterious Dou Zong, turning the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.

This victory made Xiao Ling's reputation in the Jia Ma Empire soaring, and no one could match it. His name became synonymous with victory, and his achievements were praised as legends. On the streets and alleys, people were talking about the deeds of this hero, and his stories were woven into various versions and circulated in every corner.

The children gathered around the stove, listening to the elders telling how Xiao Ling broke into the enemy's formation single-handedly and defeated the powerful enemy with his own strength. Their eyes flashed with admiration and yearning for the hero.

The adults toasted in the tavern to celebrate, discussing Xiao Ling's extraordinary strength and wisdom, as well as the glory and hope he brought to the empire.

Inspired by this victory, the people of the Jia Ma Empire were in high spirits and full of confidence in the future.

And Xiao Ling, the young hero, has become the patron saint in their hearts. His image is carved on the monument of the Royal Square and has become a symbol of the empire's immortality.

At this time, Xiao Ling knew nothing about the praise and legends of the outside world. He had quietly completed the plunder of the treasure houses of Mulan Valley, Jinyan Sect and Wanxiemen, and returned with a full load.

He rode on the Sky-Splitting Seat, and this powerful monster streaked through the air, galloping towards the direction of the Gama Empire.

Under the rapid flight of the Sky-Splitting Seat, Xiao Ling quickly crossed the vast Tagor Desert and entered the Magic Beast Mountains of the Gama Empire. This mountain range was once a paradise for magic beasts, but now most of the local area has become the new territory of the snake people.

The outline of the mountain range gradually became clear on the horizon. Those towering peaks seemed to be the work of nature, which made people have to sigh at the magic of creation. In the mountains, ancient trees are towering and lush, and all kinds of strange monsters call one after another, adding a bit of mystery and wildness to this land.

Sitting on the broad back of the Sky Splitter, Xiao Ling's eyes penetrated the clouds and overlooked the winding Monster Mountain Range below. This land, for him, is not only a territory of the Jia Ma Empire, but also the place where he first met Xiao Yixian. Thinking of this, he was overwhelmed with excitement.

Memories came like a tide, and Xiao Ling seemed to see the moment when he first met Xiao Yixian again. At that time, she was a little alert, a little alert, and the playfulness that was inadvertently revealed. Their meeting was like fate, and from then on, Xiao Yixian became an indispensable part of his life.

The wind of the mountains whistled in his ears, but Xiao Ling's thoughts drifted far away.

The Sky Splitter seemed to feel the mood of its owner, and its flight became more stable, as if to provide a quiet space for Xiao Ling's memories.

As the Sky Splitter went deeper, Xiao Ling saw the settlement of the snake people. There were newly built houses and facilities there, although they were still a little rough, but full of vitality and vigor.

The members of the snake tribe worked hard on this land. Although their lives were simple, their faces were filled with satisfied and happy smiles. Obviously, compared with the heat and dryness of the Tagor Desert, this humid climate of the Warcraft Mountains was much more livable for the snake tribe.

As Xiao Ling continued to go deeper into the hinterland of the Warcraft Mountains, his eyes were attracted by a spectacular scene. Surrounded by the eight tribes of the snake tribe, a magnificent and gorgeous palace stood tall. Its exquisiteness and splendor were obvious. This was undoubtedly the residence of Queen Medusa.

The palace has a unique architectural style, integrating the traditional elements of the snake tribe. The towering towers and winding corridors sparkled in the sunlight, like a bright pearl in the mountains.

Around the palace, the tribes of the snake tribe were in order, and the tribal architecture was harmoniously integrated with the natural environment, appearing very harmonious.

Seeing the snake people's new home in the Warcraft Mountains in good order, Xiao Ling couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Not only did they arrange the relocation of the snake people from the Tagor Desert in such a short time, but they also managed this place so well. This Medusa is really a great wife. It would be great if I could take this beautiful snake with me."