pao Taoist suddenly felt a sense of foreboding."Whoosh!"The ebony sword was mere inches away from the Ten Directions King Hell Banner.Blood-tainted divine light flashed.The goal of the Ten Directions...After discussing with Qin Sang, Lao Zou invited him to travel together, but he declined.

"As a recluse, I'm accustomed to traveling alone. Besides, I have some personal matters to attend to before the Hall of Seven Kills. So, I won't trouble Elder Zou and the rest of you daoist friends," Qin Sang said with a smile.

The Eastern Extreme Alliance and the Western Profound Alliance definitely have something up their sleeves in the Hall of Seven Kills. Qin Sang has been deliberately avoiding contact with these people.

Master Zou let out a light sigh, his voice tinged with an inexplicable feeling. "Since Master Dao has no interest, I won't force him. This parting may be the last we see of each other. Please take care."

"Take care, Lao Zou!"

Qin Sang stood solemnly, bowing respectfully as he bid farewell.

After parting ways with Old Zou, Qin Sang frequently visited shops and auction houses, spending a large sum of spirit stones to purchase various useful treasures. Three days later, she left Tianxing Island alone and flew towards Dongmen Island.

Back on Dongmen Island, Qin Sang's first time entering the Qisha Hall came to mind.

The Hall of Seven Kills is ever-changing. A safe place on one visit might be overrun by ferocious beasts or a hidden ancient taboo awakened by some unforeseen cause the next time you enter.

However, his current strength far surpasses that of before. As long as he is careful enough, the ending should not be worse than last time.

In a temporary rented cave abode.

Qin Sang took out fifteen flagpoles, gently stroking them.

In Qin Sang's mind, the top priority upon entering the Hall of Seven Kills was not to find the ancient teleportation array, but to subdue the Jiuyou Demon Fire and forge the Eighteen Demon Banners.

As a refiner, he was well aware of the value of top-grade magic treasures. If he missed this opportunity, even after reaching the Nascent Soul stage, there would be no second chance to obtain such a treasure.

With the Eighteen Demon Flags in hand, even if I couldn't find my way back, at least my strength wouldn't be lacking. I would have the ability to seek out more opportunities.

At this point, Qin Sang's eyes flickered, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

He recalled the Flying Demon who was still in the underworld, wondering what had become of him.

Being robbed of their strongest zombie by vengeful spirits from the Netherworld was something Qin Sang hadn't expected, and every time he thought about it afterwards, he felt a twinge of annoyance.

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That creature's strength shouldn't be too strong, otherwise it wouldn't have to be so sneaky and just directly attack its main body. However, the other party seems to be intelligent and knows how to conceal the soul imprint it left in the corpse puppet. We can't take it lightly.

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The ghost realm, sealed by the Nine Nether Hellfire for an unknown number of years, having such a ghost residing there is intriguing. Perhaps some kind of anomaly has occurred. While ghosts cultivators' lifespans are indeed longer than ordinary cultivators', it's impossible for them to live so long against heaven.

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It seems there are still secrets he hasn't uncovered in this haunted place.

At that time, Tianmu Die had not yet broken through the third transformation and his heavenly eye was not open, otherwise he wouldn't have been led around like a puppet.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly has advanced to the middle stage of its third transformation. Its innate divine ability has been further refined, and this is the time for revenge. That ghost will be nowhere to hide once it dares to appear before me.

Recovering the Corpse Refinement is secondary, after all, a Corpse Refinement that's only comparable to the early stage of Core Formation cultivation already provides little help to him.

When forging the magic banner and collecting the Nine Nether Devil Fire, one must absolutely not be disturbed.

He had to extract a little bit of the power of the Jiuyou Demon Fire and seal it within the demon banner. A small accident could potentially cause the demon fire to erupt, backfiring on him.

Qin Sang pondered for a while, put away the banner staff, and entered meditation, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

> In the blink of an eye, Qin Sang had spent a month on Dongmen Island.

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Over time, more and more cultivators gathered here, but there was still no news of the Qisha Hall opening, which made everyone restless.

>For another half month, Qin Sang, who was meditating in seclusion in the cave dwelling, was awakened by a powerful aura.

Returning to this familiar place, he knew the time had come. He immediately stopped his cultivation, swiftly packed up all his belongings, and placed the coffin containing his outer body on his back.

As soon as he flew out of the cave, a voice came from above, "Tonight at midnight, the Hall of Seven Kills will be opened. All fellow Daoists, get ready."

Qin Sang's eyes flashed, transforming into a streak of escaping light as he flew out of Dongmen Island. After taking a large detour, he purposefully flew towards the storm. Along the way, his escaping light was concealed, extremely low-key. It was still early before midnight, and he had plenty of time.

Soon after, Qin Sang once again came into contact with the storm barrier.

The sight of the storm, though past, still chills me to the bone.

It's hard to imagine how the cultivation world became like this, and what methods those powerful cultivators used to leave a barrier, shielding their descendants from the storm for so long.

Qin Sang looked around, his brow furrowed. He drew out his ebony sword.

The sword energy enveloped his body, and without hesitation, he pierced through the barrier.

As soon as he entered the storm, a gray hurricane surged towards him. Qin Sang's expression changed slightly, his sword flashed with lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he moved sideways dozens of feet.

The hurricane passed by, but the resulting giant waves were inescapable, blotting out the sun.

Qin Sang's heart was in turmoil, and immediately his sword radiance flared brightly, withstanding the terrifying impact, piercing through the monstrous waves and surging forward.

His strength is far beyond what it used to be, he dares to travel alone even at the edge of the storm.

But facing the hurricane itself, he still felt a surge of fear. He had no doubt about its power; if caught in it, even if he managed to escape, he wouldn't know where he'd be taken.

Lost in the depths of the storm, it's nearly impossible to find your way back. The outcome is self-evident.

Out of caution, Qin Sang slowed his speed and hurried on with his sword. He darted between the gaps in the hurricane, following the jade talisman's guidance and flying toward the Qisha Hall.

Along the way, things were going smoothly. As they neared the halfway point, Qin Sang suddenly furrowed his brows and stopped his escape light.

...roar...

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The raging wind and waves shook the heavens and earth, drowning out all other noise.

Qin Sang hung in mid-air, urging his protective sword qi to resist the wind and waves. He turned his head to look to the left. At the edge of his vision, there were two figures also standing there. Because of the wind and waves, they were a little unclear, appearing and disappearing.

At the same time, Qin Sang also felt hostile gazes, as if the one who came was not friendly.

xiang Yi said, "There are wicked people who hide in storms to take advantage of chaos. Could it be that I would actually encounter such a person"

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of sneer appearing on his face under the mask.

Both sides faced off for a moment. When Qin Sang saw that the other party was not moving, he drew his ebony sword and thrust it into the air.

Only after Qin Sang left did two figures swoop over one after the other.

"They ran far away!"

One of them scanned the surroundings and found that Qin Sang was gone, so he pounded his chest in frustration and complained: "Brother, we finally met someone who was alone. Why didn't you let me make a move"

Another person, wearing a ghost mask, stared in the direction Qin Sang disappeared and said in a low voice, “To walk alone in the storm, who is that easy to provoke This man’s escape light was undisturbed, he’s definitely not an ordinary person. I felt a hint of danger from him. I suspect that if we really make a move against him, we might regret it.”

"Really that strong"

Another person, hearing this, was startled. "Forget it! Listen to big brother, let him go! The feng shui here isn't good, let's change places. We must make a deal today!"k swords were forged from some unknown material, radiating a jewel-like sheen. Strange runes covered their surfaces, some broken, others intact.Each one was as thick as a man's head, interlocking and...