At the mont it appeared, a violent wind suddenly rose around it, and powerful resentful ghosts rushed towards it from all directions.
There were connected souls, multiple phantoms, blood demons roaring, and three-legged crows spewing dense ghostly flas.
If these resentful ghosts were placed in the Immortal Cultivation World, each would be a disaster-causing, ocean-flipping existence.
However, before it, they seed no more than gnats and mosquitoes, utterly disdainful.
Its star-like eyes only stared fixedly at the Black Clothed Daoist in the Azure Darkness, radiating boundless fury.
"Roar!"
A savage sound, carrying unmatched power, charged straight at the souls of all living beings.
But before the Black Clothed Daoist, it was like a gentle breeze, rely stirring the hair at his temples.
Luo Chen, stepping on the Primordial Chaos Tripod, held the Soul-Refining Flag with a solemn expression.
"Kui Niu, do not struggle! This banner is your soul’s ho!"
The reply he received was the even fiercer roar of the Kui Niu.
Luo Chen was not surprised.
Having spent two decades and enormous Qi Power, tirelessly refining day and night with the Nirvana Sacred Fire and Primordial Chaos Tripod, he had finally reached this day.
The Kui Niu, once seeming capable of devouring the sun and moon, was now rely in its death throes, a last, despairing struggle.
Without a physical body, the Kui Niu could only rely on attacks with its Divine Soul.
However, Luo Chen’s Divine Soul Endownt far surpassed that of the Kui Niu Ghost God, especially with the support of the "Prison Suppression" Soul Technique, leaving the Kui Niu Ghost God unable to breach his defenses.
Be angry!
Struggle!
In the end, submit to !
Luo Chen, multitasking, shook the great flag, causing the heavens and earth to tremble, as the Primordial Chaos Tripod unfolded, even seeming to suppress the stars.
Throughout the constant suppression and tugging, the Kui Niu Ghost God, fighting desperately, could only, amidst unwilling roars, be dragged bit by bit into the Soul-Refining Flag.
The other ghost souls also howled as they entered the Soul-Refining Flag.
Just as Luo Chen was feeling delighted at thoroughly subduing a Fifth-tier Ghost God, a barely audible cracking sound reached his ears.
Crack!
Luo Chen looked down, his gaze falling on the banner in his hand.
The flag’s surface was teeming with ghostly images, the Kui Niu in a roaring stance.
But clearly visible on the flagpole were multiple cracks.
Raising an eyebrow, Luo Chen instantly understood why.
"This Soul-Refining Flag can’t bear a Fifth-tier Ghost God!"
This Soul-Refining Flag was originally obtained from a Golden Core Cultivator, rely a common Ten Thousand Soul Banner at that ti.
Later, through constant refining by Luo Chen and Little White, it gradually grew into a Hundred Thousand Souls Banner, then a Million Soul-Consuming Banner.
Though Luo Chen frequently added materials to strengthen the Soul-Refining Flag,
it was still far too taxing for it to bear a Fifth-tier Ghost God.
Fortunately, Luo Chen had impressive artifact refining knowledge and soon thought of a solution.
With a flick of his wrist, another great flag stood before him.
White in color, peaceful — the Soul Nurturing Banner.
Crafted by the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo of Yuan Mo Sect, it was undoubtedly of True Device quality.
If it could be fused into the Soul-Refining Flag, it might further enhance the Flag’s strength.
However, to bear the power of the Kui Niu, it still was not enough.
Luo Chen continued without pause, streams of light erged from the storage ring; upon closer inspection, they were clearly nurous rare and precious materials in the Immortal Cultivation World.
With a flick of his hand, he tossed both soul banners and all the materials into the Primordial Chaos Tripod.
Spitting out a blue fla, the lting began.
Sitting in midair, the Daoist burned fiercely and ceaselessly refined the precious items.
This Azure Darkness, due to the previous brief and intense battle, seed to have disturbed the heavens and earth.
A drifting teorite in the cosmos was drawn in, flying towards them.
The Daoist glanced at it, golden light flickering in his eyes, and made a large hand gesture, grasping it across the void.
A giant hand appeared in midair, firmly seizing the teorite, which he then threw into the grey cauldron as well.
Ti passed bit by bit.
About half a year later, the Daoist extinguished the fire and withdrew.
A deep black banner gently landed before him.
Still bearing a long crack, yet satisfaction glead in the Daoist’s eyes.
"It should be able to support the forming of the Kui Niu Divine Body once!"
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