Chapter 394 Intent to Conquer

Looking at Wu Xuepeng, who looked dejected, Gan Weiwei's charming face showed a hint of hostility.

She held a long sword and stabbed Wu Xuepeng fiercely.

Another shrill and resentful howl sounded in Xuantian Sect.

Wang Yan and Liu Yandan took a step back, their faces slightly red, and looked away.

Hundreds of feet away, Tu Xingbao, who had recovered a lot of vitality, clamped his legs, with fear on his face, and muttered to himself:

"This woman is so cruel, she specializes in cutting birds and eggs. Don't mess with her."

Looking at Wu Xuepeng rolling on the ground in pain, Gan Weiwei finally showed a charming smile on her face. She said proudly:

"Don't you want to rush me? Come on, you useless bastard!"

"You bitch, sooner or later someone will take care of you, just wait!" Wu Xuepeng's face turned pale, his hands were bloodstained, he looked at Gan Weiwei with resentment, and issued the last and most vicious curse.

"Haha, you want to punish me, but you don't even look at who's behind me!" Gan Weiwei crushed Wu Xuepeng's balls with one foot, and the red and white juice inside splashed all over Wu Xuepeng's face.

"Ahhh...you bitch! How...how do you have this ghost thing?" Wu Xuepeng looked at Zhan Nianchuan expressionlessly taking out a ghostly banner-like magic weapon, and he was originally cursing and suddenly panicked.

When this evil and ghost-filled magic weapon appeared, the surroundings suddenly became cold. Everyone looked at Zhan Nianchuan in horror, and couldn't help but take a step back.

This is a magic weapon used by evil demons, extremely evil and evil. Compared with the soul being sucked into the banner for sacrifice, extracting the soul and refining the soul is nothing.

"You...what are you going to do? Don't, I beg you!"

Thinking that the other party dared to sacrifice the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his means must be extremely cruel, and he would not let go of his soul. In this way, he would not even have the chance to reincarnate, and his soul would be imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and tortured forever.

"Your mouth is too foul, and you scolded someone you shouldn't scold." Zhan Nianchuan said lightly.

His true essence was injected into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the thick black air spread out. A powerful energy that shocked the soul enveloped Wu Xuepeng's whole body.

Wu Xuepeng widened his eyes in fear. He was not afraid of his soul flying away, but his soul was imprisoned in the banner and tortured for thousands of years. This was a great horror that made him tremble all over.

He was extremely scared, and he dared not to be tough anymore.

"Master Gan, I am a beast worse than pigs and dogs, please let me go! I beg you!"

Gan Weiwei looked at Wu Xuepeng's humble begging and couldn't help laughing. Her long black hair fluttered and she almost collapsed on the ground with laughter. She laughed and said:

"Nianchuan, you can't let him go...!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhan Nianchuan immediately used all his strength to activate the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand. A strong suction force immediately pulled Wu Xuepeng's soul out of his broken body.

"Gan Weiwei, you..."

In the eyes of everyone, a black shadow with a face similar to Wu Xuepeng struggled in the air, but still couldn't escape the fate of being sucked into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

With Zhan Nianchuan's full urging, a wisp of soul in front of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had nowhere to escape.

As the Ten Thousand Souls Banner absorbed Wu Xuepeng's soul, a spiritual power fluctuation that was dozens of times stronger than before came. At the same time, the luster of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner became darker and brighter, emitting a strong evil spirit, which made people feel depressed at a glance.

The soul of a Jindan-level cultivator is too rare. This Ten Thousand Souls Banner broke through several levels in a row and directly became a mid-level Xuan-level magic weapon!

Zhan Nianchuan looked solemn. He took out a jade box and put the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in it. He also pasted several sealing talismans on it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The resentment and evil spirit of this thing is too heavy. Every time it is used, it will make one's emotions become violent in a short period of time. It is better to use it less.

After doing all this, Zhan Nianchuan looked up at the people around him and couldn't help but smile with relief.

Very good.

Except for Nangong Shang's face of surprise and even anger, the eyes of the others looked at him with only care and doubt, which made him very satisfied. Of course, Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun were exceptions.

The way they looked at him was as if he were a devil, full of fear and vigilance.

Zhan Nianchuan had no intention of explaining now. He had just used the Burning Blood Escape, then urged his magic power to punch him with all his strength, and then urged the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to forcibly absorb Wu Xuepeng's soul into the banner. He was already exhausted to the extreme and needed to rest.

But now he still had something he had to do. He looked at Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun, who were full of fear, with cold eyes, and said lightly:

"Hand over your soul fragments, otherwise... die!"

Soul fragments!

Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun's faces changed immediately. They understood what Zhan Nianchuan was going to do. This was to impose a soul restriction on them!

With this restriction, their life and death depended on Zhan Nianchuan's thoughts, and there would be no room for resistance.

It was not that they could not accept this. The key was that the danger of splitting the soul was too high. Even if they were Jindan cultivators with strong souls, there were many possibilities that it would affect their mental state.

However, when they looked at Zhan Nianchuan, who was wearing a silver mask and had deep and cold eyes, and Gan Weiwei, who was standing beside him with a look of joy, and thought about the cruel methods these two had just used, they couldn't help but shudder, and quickly concentrated their minds and split their souls.

Carefully using his own spiritual power, he painfully tore a small piece of his soul, then wrapped the small piece of soul fragment with true essence and slowly flew towards Zhan Nianchuan.

Seeing this scene, Zhan Nianchuan took out two soul tablets he had refined, carefully sealed the souls of the two people in them, and then handed them to Gan Weiwei.

Gan Weiwei took the two soul tablets with great joy, and her smile bloomed like a flower. With these two soul tablets, she could easily control the life and death of Chen and Zhao, and they had no choice but to work for her.

In this way, he had seven Jindan realm cultivators under his command. This kind of strength was quite powerful even in the middle-level sects.

Chen Qinan and Zhao Buqun were pale, with sweat on their foreheads. They looked at each other and smiled bitterly, then knelt down and bowed:

"Subordinates pay homage to the clan leader!"

"Get up, we are all family from now on, no need to be polite." Gan Weiwei was in a good mood and said with a smile.