Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: 144. The so-called destiny, Demon Ancestor (8.0K characters - large Chapter subscription request)_3

However, the banner is clearly still lacking some refinement before the ritual can be successful.

He was once the Puppet Sect Leader and has read quite a number of the Thousand Crane Sect’s texts, so he is proficient in various basic techniques. Although artifact refining is complex, he understands the fundamentals.

The process of "refining the banner" before him is extremely intricate, but now it’s at the final step.

He glanced around, pondering on what to do next.

Soon, he understood: he needed some Crimson Palace souls.

Sikong Seal saw him fall silent, thinking his words had an effect, quickly said, "Senior, those six mortals are currently in the formation..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yan waved his hand, and a crimson hand suddenly reached across the void.

This time, the target was Sikong Seal!

Sikong Seal swiftly flashed down to the defense shield below, thinking to himself: ’Within the defense shield are several Thousand Crane Sect cultivators, and those six mortals that the Purple Mansion elder cares about, perhaps... the opponent will slightly restrain his attack, right?

Although I used mortals to threaten the Purple Mansion elder, there was no other choice.’

However, the crimson hand showed no sign of slowing down.

Its momentum was fierce, and while it grasped Sikong Seal, its back also brushed against the defense shield. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The surface of the shield cracked with long fissures.

Fang Qingmeng, the white-haired elder, and others were spitting blood, faces red, but forcefully endured, hurriedly attempting to repair.

Outside the cave, the formed Myriad Souls Banner evil soul instantly surged inwards.

A dozen or so Thousand Crane Sect cultivators near the fissure were struck by the soul attack, clutching their heads in agony. Soon, their divine souls were shattered, dragged outside by the attacking evil souls, becoming muddled.

Fortunately, the defense shield was repaired in time.

Above, Song Yan seemed oblivious to the events, merely clutching Sikong Seal.

Sikong Seal was shocked, struggling, attempted to speak again.

But as his lips moved...

Bang!!

This cultivator, who had schemed for so long, planning to become the uncrowned king of the Great Chu Southern Land, had his body crushed!

His Crimson Palace divine soul was pulled by a powerful soul-soaking force, rushing towards the black banner.

At this moment, he finally understood one thing: which elder would fear threats? Which elder truly cares about mortals? Which elder would bother wasting words with you? All along, he was playing his little game alone; the elder didn’t even listen.

At this moment, the person he hated the most wasn’t Song Yan, but Fang Qingxue.

In his heart, he roared: ’You deceitful woman, if it weren’t for you fooling me, how could I truly believe that those six mortals were related to the Purple Mansion elder and use them as shields at the last moment?!’

His divine soul violently trembled upon touching the black banner, electric shock-like intense pain surged, filled with endless rage, lost all reason, memories blurred, his soul ferocious, desiring to tear apart every life he saw.

The last scene he witnessed was Profound Robe floating above the blood smoke, overlooking the rolling black smoke in the city, expression cold, gaze greedy, as he pulled a coffin from the void, carefully placing his body inside, like he was storing a piece of quality material.

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